Okay so this one was made after reading the new graphic novel "The Joker" by Brian Azzarello. Awesome. Crazy Harley and Joker stuff though.
Don't own Joker. This was inspired by "Straight to Video" by Mindless Self Indulgence.
Walking back and forth in the old warehouse, he could feel the tingling sensation of excitement bursting inside of him. It was time to see if these people could survive their first excursion with the Joker. For some reason it was difficult for these peons to keep themselves alive long enough to get out of the heist and have a good laugh. Thus far, the only one that could was the Joker himself. This time was different though. He wanted to see how one specific person would fair-his shrink
"All aboard," the clown said when a van driven by a man in a rubber clown mask pulled up. "Hit the road."
It was bullshit to have to continue knocking off mob bosses, but such was the life of a villain outside of the mob. Everyone had to vie for power in this city. However, the Joker was more theatrical, which gave him his claim to fame. He was original. His wild grin extended all the way from his mouth, across his cheeks and up towards his ears. That was his poker face now-a big SMILE!
They pulled up to what seemed to be a club in lower Gotham, but everyone who lived in the city knew that the Italian club on Avenue R next to the porn shop was mob territory. Looking over to the blonde he chuckled. She seemed out of her element until she saw his face. That made her light up like a rocket. It was almost sad that she would probably not survive because she seemed to honestly care about the billion.
"Little darling welcome to the show," he cooed while placing a purple-gloved hand on her cheek.
Getting out of the van he let the men walk off around the building as he had told them to, as he and his Harley walked through the front door. Before they were fully inside, every person turned and went wide-eyed at seeing the man in the purple suite.
"Hidey-ho!" the Clown Prince said with a smile before sitting across from the large Italian man.
The man looked from the clown to his female counterpart. This didn't seem like something that would go well unless he got the upper hand sooner rather than later. There was no solution for the clown except to kill him-if that was even possible. As they sat together chatting, the man behind the plate of meatballs tried to buy time for his men to get their weapons by striking up a deal.
"Women shouldn't concern themselves with business like this. You two do make quite a pair Joker, but women in here only dance. They don't stick around here where business goes on. You understand?" the Italian said while motioning towards the half nude dancers with a fork as a man came next to him holding a large semiautomatic.
Shrugging the man in make-up made a dismissive gesture and said, "Well, go on Harleykins."
He smiled at the face that she left to join the other women without battle. His mind wasn't on the mobster anymore, but to Harley. She was the show now as she started to perform, every so often looking at the only audience she wanted. The Joker admitted to himself that he never noticed that she was so amazing in body and as a henchwoman. She did as he said and didn't do anything stupid. Also she was there to talk to and have a bit of fun with; something that the others didn't offer.
A man walked in and stared at the blonde dancing with her shirt undone. Well that wouldn't do. She was his little toy. Besides, having the man in front of him yammer on and on about nothing was no fun. He came there for a reason and he would just stop playing with his prey.
Jumping over the table with a blade in hand he suddenly felt the wonderful warmth of fresh blood spray into his face. At that he heard his men come in. Sounds of chaos surrounded him as the lights danced around the room. The mobster with the semiautomatic fell dead before him with the gun still smoking in his hands. Idly he wondered if Harley had the smarts to get down before she got herself killed.
Just as suddenly as it had started, it finished and the fun was gone. Well that just wouldn't do. The clown had a gun with some bullets in it and some people still standing. It didn't matter whose people they were, they were still standing. After this he would hit the road before Gordan and his men showed up.
"Here we go," he whispered before firing at the mass of standing men.
His laughter filled the room more than the gunfire could. Blood splattered against the walls and took the place of air. It covered the problems of the heist. When there were no bullets left he went about spreading his calling card as well as grins to the groaning or the dead. Pushing over a table he noticed blonde hair covered in blood. Harley. She moved to his surprise. Her blue eyes looked up at him for acceptance. He never did notice how amazing this little girl was to him.
"Puddin'!" she cried as she leapt at him, winding her arms around his neck.
Scowling he didn't like this. She would worry him if she became this suffocating. The Joker was on his own without the others of the human race. Harley was quite a lucky hench girl that he had no more bullets to take her life for that annoying pet name. Instead, he pushed her off so that she fell back to the floor as he stood. He was the ruler here.
Looking down he found her not a beautiful as before. Taking steps towards the door, but turned back. Turning his head he wanted her to follow like a puppy she was. She'd live for today. It was the first test of many that the Joker would throw at her. The payoff for surviving them though was the immortality that the Joker's image gave and perhaps even the Joker himself. At least that was what she told herself.