The Joker Imagines

He chooses Harley ☻ Pt. 2

A/N: I wrote this in the car, please excuse me while I go throw up.

Twenty minutes had passed and I remained on the floor, too mentally hurt to move. Tonight was the night.

4:15- Space salon was only about five blocks away and that was where my transformation would begin. I lay down in one of the seats, making small talk with the brain dead 20 year olds dying my hair. "Sugah, you sure ya wanna die your (y/h/c) hair green? This color looks kinda weird". I shot her a glare before replying.

"Of course I'm sure. It will only last a night". I cringe as I speak, and feel her fingers work the bleach through my hair as she tells me what a commitment this is.

5:10- I do my makeup, not that it mattered to J and slip on my dress. One of the henchmen, Caspar, enters the room unexpectedly. "Zip me up, would ya?" I ask and hold the front of the dress close to my body. Before Caspar can touch the zipper, Joker enters the room.

"Leave it Caspar. I'll do it," and soon I feel cold fingers touch my back and the dress close up. The fingers trace up my back and brush through my bow green hair shakily. I don't move for fear that he will stop touching me. I loved him, I couldn't stop. "You look phenomenal". I almost don't catch the Joker's kind words, as he's already turned to leave. "Come on,
Y/N".

-Time skip-

We enter the car and the Joker begins to speed off towards the event. When I turn to look at his face, his jaw is clenched and there are various marks scattered on his neck. J was never hesitant about leaving or receiving a hickey from me. I guess that's how he is with Harley now. My face heats up so I tear my eyes away. He slightly turns his head toward me before looking down and away again. What kind of relationship do we have now? Why wouldn't he just tell me to leave and the truth about how he doesn't love me anymore. The car stops and we're met by the beautiful, Harley Quinn, wearing a short laced up bodycon dress.