Joker One-Shots

One Shot: Liberation At Its Finest

Harley's P.O.V:
I swung around on the gold pole in my cage at Mistah J's club. The song "Golden Days" by Panic! At The Disco was playing, and I just melted into it.

Although I was getting attention by the immense amount of people surrounding my cage, I only had eyes for Joker. He was supposed to be in a business meeting, but he seemed more focused on me. I was okay with that.

    I dropped low and went on my knees. Crawling as innocently to the end of my cage closest to Mistah J I pressed my body against the golden bars. A small smirk played on my lips as I licked one of them from bottom, as high as I could standing up.
I felt great! I was in a club with my sweetheart, wearing expensive clothes, dancing to music, and getting tipsy. Oh and did I mention that 90% of the general population in Gotham didn't  even have half the balls to think about messing with us? What more could a girl want? As I jumped on one of the gold chains hanging from the ceiling of my cage I hear a very familiar whistle, and know that's my cue.
    I pushed open the cage, and didn't  break eye contact with the one and only Joker. My love(r), my daddy (KiNkY), my sweetheart, my king, my puddin, and my everything. As I picked up the pace I notice him open his arms slightly, revealing most of his tattooed chest. He was wearing a white button up dress shirt, that only had the three bottom buttons actually buttoned, and black dress pants.

    His tattooed chest made me feel butterflies, and imagined very sinful things, but I stared at it every chance I got. Sliding across a little wall thingy I officially go to him.

    "Come to daddy!" He purrs. I bite the inside of my cheek at the name. Daddy. It represented dominance. Yes, I know that was only part of it and there's much more than that, but at the moment all I'm thinking about is being his. His dolly, his Harley girl, his jester, just his.
    "Puddin." I giggled while going over my top teeth with my tongue ever so slightly.
    "Now, dolly, you are my gift to this handsome HUNKA HUNKA!" He helped me down. Noticing how mocking his words were I decided I'd play along with him, and maybe even make him a little jealous.
    I hummed, and without even peering back at the man I'd rather be going to, I sit on the victims lap. "You're cute! You want me? I'm all yours." I say in a menacing, yet seductive tone as my breasts are pushed up against this guy.
    I can feel something against my leg in his pants, and hold back bursting into fits of giggles and cringing, but instead push my body up against his even more.
    Noticing how he looks back at Joker I turn my senses to him as I can hear his ragged breathing. God, I didn't know breathing could be sexy! Also, telling that he was jealous as hell was easy just by hearing his rough breaths. "I don't want no beef." The guy says, but doesn't dare push me off of his lap. Yeah right, buddy. It's a lil' too late for that! I think mentally.
    I hear Mistah J mocking him in the background, but I pout, trying to act as offended as I can, "What's wrong you don't like me? Fine! Don't waste my time then!" I huff, and lift myself up off of his lap.
    As I sit down on the couch I try to act as innocent as I can while Puddin interrogates him. I lose interest for a moment, but I'm snapped back when I hear the victim who's name I didn't care enough to learn and/or ask. "Nah J. That's your lady, Joker."
    I smile, but my smile grows even bigger when Mistah J responds to him with, "That's right." Like own me more please! I fan girl with myself over his words as he puts a bullet right between the guys eyes.

    I stand up, as we simultaneously burst into homicidal laughter. He links his arm in mine, and leads me to the awaiting Purple Lamborghini. Before getting in I pull him in for a short, firey kiss, and then we zoom down the streets of Gotham. Our streets. I couldn't ask for more. We don't oblige to rules created by anyone! We are truly liberated at heart, and we will not be held back. He's my king and I'm his queen.

Author's Note:
IKIK I'm suuupppeerrr bad at being consistent, but I'm trying... I've had a thought, and I'm thinking! Who would read it if I wrote a Harley and Joker story? Or a Joker (different non already created character) story? I've had some ideas, and it'd be more consistent. Please tell me!
~Sammy