Your POV Joker backs away from me, opening his arms. "Jump," he mouths and I glance over at the vats of chemicals again. I don't question him, because I said I wanted this. As I turn to face him again, a bullet rips through my left shoulder, passing the soft skin and tissues with ease. In shock from pain and surprise, I stumble closer and closer to the edge, all the while trying to steady myself. The Joker's face contorts with confusion and rage and another face appeared... Harley Quinn's. Joker rushes towards me, trying to stop the blood flow. "Harley! Doll, what the hell have you done?!" She blows a piece of hair out of her face and shoves her gun in her jacket.
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"PUDDIN!!!" She squeals, and throws her arms around his neck, making all of us stumble back. "You know Joker, you're such a sucker to repeat a ritual with a nobody, like Y/N". He shakes her off of him and lays me down. I begin to shake uncontrollably as the pain courses through my whole body.
"What were you thinking Harley? You could have killed her," he says, keeping as calm a voice as possible. "Get outta here, Harls," he continues, "you don't want to make Mr. J mad, right?" He asks sternly as though he were her father.
"I'm not happy with you mistah J," she seethes and runs past him to stand me up and hold a knife to my throat. "Kiss me J. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty... Please?" She mocks and Jokers worried eyes land on my terrified and pained face.
"Alright Harley," he croaks. Following shortly, he laughs, "just one kiss Harley baby," he leans forward to connect their lips. Harley drops the knife and releases her grip on me, Joker instantly relaxes, still kissing her and reaches an arm out towards me. Harley pushed him away from me, and at this point Joker has had enough. "Can I have a hug, Harley?" When she steps close again, he punches her in the head and she passes out. Joker turns to reach me, but my legs give out and still bleeding and hazy, I feel my body tip over the edge.
🎶And down we go... Will I land in a vat or on concrete? Nobody knows🎶
The childish chant scrambles my mind before I make impact with a gooey substance that pulls me in deeper, clogging my breathing ways and burning my skin.
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A body plunges in next to me and I see green hair come into view. I'm lifted upward by the waist and two strong arms slip under my knees and arms. "Hey, stay with me," he says. I open my eyes slowly, and watch as the blood from my gunshot seeps into the liquid and surrounds us.
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"You vowed to live for me, now stay with me, goddamnit!" He yells, all color leaving his lips and his scars emerging for me to see. After pulling me from the chemicals, he sits with me, applying pressure and checking the location of his henchmen as they drive to meet us, and soon enough wheels screech and multiple voices begin to talk at once.
"And now you have it," he says, his voice echoing as I watch his medically trained henchmen begin to take care of me as I pass out in his arms, my grip on his arm loosening as they effectively work on me.
A/N: Working on 7 more imagines, so stay tuned my Puddins! (And if you want some happy ones, just tell me).
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