I need a gangsta
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangstas do
- Gangsta by Kehlani
She was closing in on him. She accelerated down the highway, chasing after his purple car on her motorbike, which so happened to be a Harley Davidson. Oh, the irony. He must have noticed her in the rearview mirror, because now he was giving more gas as well, trying to shake her off by constantly changing lanes and passing by red lights. You're not getting away that easily. Determined to catch up with him, she followed his every move and it was so much easier for her to maneuver through the trafficked road on her bike.
She was right behind him now, his license plate laughing in her face, as it read: HAHAHA. She came up on his left and they exchanged a look through the window before Harley gained full speed and drove past him. She came to an abrupt stop and the Joker had no choice but to hit the brakes hard and the car stopped merely inches away from Harley, who had carelessly dropped the bike to the ground and was now standing in front of his car. She was staring him down and he stared back, not making a face. "Get out," she said, loud enough for him to hear, but just like when he had tortured her back at Arkham, she could see him mouth the word "What?" pretending as if he hadn't heard. She slammed her hands down on the hood and let out a frustrated yell. "Get out of the car!" He smiled at her through the windshield, clearly amused by her sudden outburst of rage. "Pussy," she said, daring him to get out. In response to that, he revved the engine, trying to make her see that if she didn't move anytime soon, he would run her over. She shook her head and smiled with a shrug. Not gonna happen. Finally, he got out of the car to confront her face to face.
At last, she was able to let out all those words she had wanted to tell him. Both good and bad. At first, they were all bad. She simply would not let him get away with what he did to her. Then her words died out and she let him do the talking. And he knew just what to say. By then, there were no more bad words left for her to say. In fact, she didn't want to say anything at all. She cupped his face to kiss him. He indulged her at first by leaning in, but then he pulled away, not giving her that satisfaction. Harley hadn't noticed, but there was now a long line of cars behind them. The one in the front of the line was a truck and now the driver had grown tired of waiting, so he got out and approached them, coming up behind the Joker, who turned around to tell him to just give them a minute. That's when Harley saw the gun the Joker had in his holster under his jacket. She grabbed it without thinking and aimed it at the truck driver. One shot was all it took and he fell to the ground. Harley now aimed the gun directly to the Joker's head and once again, he smiled and laughed. Oh, so I wouldn't dare? Is that what you think? You don't think I have the guts? He urged her to pull that trigger. Eventually though, he grew tired of waiting for her to do it and simply snatched the gun from her hand and in the next moment, he had slapped her across the face. She fell to the ground. It hurt. But she could take it.
He turned to leave, but Harley was not giving in. She was not about to let him go again. Somehow, she managed to persuade him to let her come with him. And the next thing she knew, she was standing high up on a platform, looking down on several vats of greenish, bubbling acid. "Question…" the Joker said from behind her and she turned around to face him. "Would you die for me?" he asked.
"Yes." But that wasn't enough.
"That's too easy," he said and took a moment to think of something better. "Would you…" It was like his mind drifted off for a couple of seconds, his eyes empty, but calculating. It was almost as if he was considering whether he really should ask her or not. "Would you live for me?" She remained silent, never taking her eyes off of him. It was hard to think. "Hmm?"
"Yes," she let out.
"Careful," he said, warning her. Was she really aware of what she was getting herself into? "Do not say this oath thoughtlessly." He put his left hand over her mouth, giving her an artificial smile with the help of his tattoo. "Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power," he said lowly, almost whispering. He let his hand slide down her face and he put his index finger against her lower lip. "Do you want this?" he asked, still using the same low and soft voice, but at the same time slightly seductive.
"I do," she answered determinedly. She did want this. There was no other point in her life she could remember ever being so certain of something. He threw his head back.
"Say it," he whispered. "Say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty…"
"Please?" she finished and he was satisfied.
"Oh, God, you're so… good." Harley looked down below once more and then back into his face one last time before letting herself fall.
She fell headfirst down into the chemical fluid. At first, it burned, but then… nothing. Unconsciousness took over. The Joker looked down from above. She truly was a fool for him. And it became her death. He turned on his heel and began to walk away, but something stopped him. A tug at his heart. He had never felt anything like it before. He didn't think it was possible. It had all been just a game, hadn't it? Nothing but a game? She was nothing but a tool to him. No. He growled and turned back around, disposing himself of his jacket before diving in. It appeared as if he was a fool for her too.
His arms carried her up to the surface. She was still unconscious. He leaned down and placed his lips on hers. As soon as they touched, he realized just how bad he had wanted it. So bad that when she regained her breath and opened her eyes to meet his, he leaned in once more. Her hands found their way around his neck and she buried them in his hair, pulling herself closer and deeper into the kiss. They shared this moment, both of them giving themselves to the other. And they laughed.
A/N: I must say this was a lot of fun writing! I really wanted to include the scene when Harley chases Joker down after he escapes from Arkham. Unfortunately that scene got cut from the movie, but I hope they will include it as a deleted scene for DVD and Blu-ray. That's also kind of why I didn't want to write any dialogue, because if I do, it might be wrong and also because I really had no idea what their dialogue would be like. XD I used the leaked video from the set when I wrote this along with some clips from the trailers to put it together in a (hopefully) good way. But when they're at ACE Chemicals I used the same dialogue that is in the movie. The "chemical wedding" as it's called was probably my favourite scene with the two of them. It was beautiful and it was a mutual moment for them. Not to mention the fact that it was Joker who leaned in for that second kiss and not Harley! That's huge, if you ask me! Okay, enough rambling now, I hope you liked this one-shot, there's many more to come! ;)
