Daddy's Little Monster
Summary-
After a huge fight with the Joker, Harley runs to Ivy to let not only herself cool off but also to let the Joker cool off. While staying with Ivy, Harley comes into some information and sneaks back to hers and Joker's home while he is on a heist. Will Harley be able to tell her Joker what she learned, or will she be able to keep it a secret?
Chapter 2- Mine
The Joker growled as he slammed his empty shot glass down on his desk. That little bitch had actually hit him with a fucking bat! How dare that whore hit him! Not only that! She had left! And in that little outfit too!
It wasn't as if the Joke hated that outfit, quite the opposite. The second he had seen his little Harley in it he had wanted to throw her against the wall and fuck her senseless. It was only when he realized that she had planned to wear the outfit outside where other males would be able to see her did he become furious.
How dare she try and show of what was his! She was his! Only he was allowed to see her dressed like that! Only he was allowed to roam his eyes over her sexy little body! And he had told her so. But then that little bitch had hit him and run away. Away to the slut of a plant his Harley called a friend.
The Joker wasn't a fool, even if he acted like one he wasn't one. Nor was he an idiot. He knew what Ivy truly wanted from his lovely Harley. Saw it in her eyes every time the weed dared to even look at his Harley. Oh it pissed him off to no end! And the only reason he hadn't killed the weed was because his Pumpkin would be mad at him.
The Joker growled again as he picked up the bottle of scotch and went to pour himself another glass before he just chugged the liquor straight from the bottle. How could his Pumpkin hit him and then run off to the weed? The Joker's head hit his desk with a depressed sigh. Was this the end of the Joker and his Harley Quinn? Had his Harley left him for good? Had she left him for that weed?
The Joke shook his head with another growl. No! Harley was his! He had created her! Had rescued her from her boring and mundane life! She had dove into a vat of Ace Chemicals for him. Her life belonged to him!
The Joker's office door opened and a henchman stepped in while opening his mouth to say something. But the henchman never got to say whatever he had come to say, for the next second he was falling over with a hole in his forehead. The Joker dropped his arm that was holding up his gun and turned his head to look at the dead henchman and let out an insane laugh.
Still laughing, the Joker stood up and kicked the dead henchman, taking out his frustration on the body. No one was going to take Harley from him. No one. Harley was his, and she knew it. Everyone knew it.
Giving the dead henchman's body one last kick the Joker walked back over to his desk and flopped back into his chair. He reached out for the scotch bottled but changed his mind and grabbed a picture that was on his desk and was never to be touched by any but him.
The picture was of him and his Harley in her usual red and black jester outfit, she was on his back, one arm around his shoulders to help hold her up, one arm stretched out holding the camera. He was holding one of his Joker cards that held lipstick marks and was glaring at her.
At the time of the picture he had been annoyed with her, and had yelled at her after words. But once he had seen the picture he had take it and sat it on his desk, where is still remained. The Joker sighed and ran a finger along the picture. Sure his Harley could be a very annoying, clingy, spoiled brat, but he wouldn't have her any other way. And, if he were to be honest with himself, which he wasn't very often, he had made her that way by spoiling his Pumpkin too much.
The Joker laughed again while setting the picture back in its place before gathering the papers that were on his desk. He had a heist to finish planning. And if Harley returned and begged and pleaded for him to forgive him and take her back in time, he may just let her join. Or he would punish her by making her stay in the head quarters chained to the bed.
That thought had the Joker cackling madly. Hell, he might just chain her up anyways. She was his to do with what he wanted.
