My Favorite Psychopath // Joker x Reader One Shots

#27 light in the darkness

Y/n couldn't help but get jealous as she watched the Joker and Harley kissed. Stop it, y/n. He's your sister's boyfriend!! And he's the Joker, he was probably manipulating me right now. Like he did to Harley. Y/n told herself and walked away. Though her heart still hurts like hell.

The Joker couldn't help but sense something was wrong with Harley. Ever since he got her out of Belle Reve, she had been acting weird. He noticed she'd sneaked out of bed at night and talked to someone on the phone for hours. He could even hear her giggle from outside the door. Of cause Harley thought J was sleeping, well the Joker always slept with one eye open. She even went out without his permission, which wasn't like the old her. When he asked, she'd say she was with "friends". The Joker had a feeling this was some of the squad members she joined in that god damn saving-the-world task. He wanted to think his suspicion was wrong, however, it was proven to be right one night...
Tonight y/n was having a night out with friends, Joker was at his club. Harley told him she wasn't feeling well, and would rather stayed home. The pink and blue girl expected the clown not to return home until past midnight as usual, boy, she was wrong. The Joker had that feeling he felt when something wasn't right, and decided to follow his instincts. He left the club early, and went straight to the penthouse. The more he got closer to his place, the more he felt something was seriously wrong. J growled as he speeding through the city. Once he got home, he waste no time going to his bedroom. J doesn't even bother to knock as he swung the door open.
The sight in front of him made him forgot how to breathe: on the bed, his bed, a naked man was on the top of Harley's naked body. They both jumped in shock. The man turned to Joker. Once J saw his face, he knew exactly who he was: Floyd Lawton aka Deadshot. His suspension was true. Hell he knew it had to be this dude, but, still, seeing the scene right in front of him made his blood boiled. J grabbed the pistol from his holster and lunged at the two of them, pointing the gun at Deadshot's head. But of course, this was Deadshot, the most skilled assassin, he would never leave his gun out of reach. The hitman was fast to grabbed his gun, and pointed it back at the Joker's head. "Whoa whoa whoa calm down, man. It don't have to end like this. We can talk. Look, I'm sorry" Deadshot tried to calm the Joker down, he wasn't in the mood to fight the crazy clown. Thought he knew there was no way this would end pretty. Hell anyone in the world would have the same reaction as the Joker if they were in his shoes. Especially, out of all the people in the world, this was the Joker's girlfriend Deadshot screwed with. J was panting hard, all he see was red. They both stood still, holding each other at gunpoint. All these left was who will be the fastest to pull the trigger. Harley was in shock, but when her brain processed what was going on, she suddenly rushed in to stand in between the Joker and Deadshot. "Puddin, please let me expla-" "SHUT UP OR I'LL BLOW YOUR BRAIN OUT YOU BITCH!" The Joker yelled in anger, cutting her off. Harley flinched. She had seen the clown lose control many time before, but it was never like this. The anger in his eyes burned through hers like never before. "Harls, get out" Deadshot spoke from behind. "Floyd Lawton hmm? Tell me pretty pretty pretty pretty, baby, was he good? Did he satisfy your needs? Were you scream his name like you used to scream mine? Was he a better fuck than me?" The Joker fleshed his infamous sadistic grin at her "Tell me, baby, was it felt better to have his dick deep inside you? Better than mine? Tell me tell me tell me tell me..." Joker kept purring the words at her. The way his words sank in her head, the way his eyes burned hole through her, all the mind games he was playing with her, everything. All of this was too much for her that she suddenly lost it, and snapped "STOP IT!!" Harley yelled at J. Took Deadshot by surprise at her sudden outburst. Surprisingly, the Joker didn't yell back or hit her, he just stood still with that sadistic grin. "I'm sorry, puddin, but I can't live like this with you anymore" Harley spoke, her voice got soften, and tears ran down her cheeks. "You turned me into someone you wanted me to be, someone I'm not. Floyd, he... he understands me. He loves me for who I am, and I... I love him, puddin. I didn't want it to end like this between us, but I just can't keep doing it anymore. So if you wanna shoot me, do it, but please, after everything, if you ever cared about me for at least a second, please don't hurt Floyd. I'm sorry, baby" Harley expected Joker to get mad, to scream, and put bullet through her head. What he did was something neither Harley nor Deadshot expected at all: there was no yell, no slap, nothing. The Joker dropped his gun. Harley looked at him, confused. This wasn't like the Joker at all. "Go" J said, his voice was surprisingly calm. "W-what?" Harley couldn't believe her ear. "You want to be with him? Then go" However, what Harley did next caught the Joker off guard: Harley pulled herself into him and hug him tight, but they both know it was a goodbye. The Joker could felt her tears ran down to his shoulder. He wanted to hug back, but he couldn't "Goodbye, puddin" Harley said before finally let go. She put on her clothes, and walked pass him, out the door, out of his life forever. Deadshot wanted to say something, some kind of apology because he still felt it was all his fault. He knows it was his fault, he just stole someone's girl. But love had no right or wrong. After a moment of awkward silence between him and the clown, Deadshot decided it was best not to say a word so got his clothes and followed Harley out.