Warnings; drug use and sorta explicit language
The Joker sat in the VIP section of the strip club. He watched the women swing their bodies and sway their hips to beat music. They were all beautiful women, but to the Joker, they were all just cute. None of them had what Harley had. None of them had his heart.
"J, you're missing your bad bitch today. You two have a fight or something?" Joyce asked as he sat in the seat across from him.
The Joker slowly turned his head towards the black man. His intense glare made the man squirm in his seat.
Joyce was the man to go to if you wanted to break someone out of prison. He had all of the right spies and moles to get in and get out. His tattoos and piercings covering his face and body made him look the part. He wasn't a very trustworthy man, but he could find even the most hidden prisons. The Joker needed him if he was to get his queen back.
"She was taken by the bat. She's in a prison somewhere. I need you to find it for me." Joker said slowly, making sure be understood everything.
The man leaned back in his booth, lighting a cigarette and started puffing it. "What's in it for me?"
The Joker groaned. "You'll get paid."
Joyce shook his head and chuckled. "So you want me to risk my ass and my boys' asses for some crazy lover of yours and all you tell me is 'I'll get paid'?"
Joker stood up at the speed of light and towered over Joyce. His eyes were stone cold and his jaw was clenched tightly. He bent over and pulled the cigarette out of Joyce's mouth.
"I don't think you understand," Joker started as he sat on Joyce's lap, while holding the cigarette dangerously close to Joyce's forehead. "I'd turn this entire world upside down to find her."
Joyce swallowed hardly. This was not going to go well for him.
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The wind blew the rain roughly around the city of Gotham. Joker stood on top of his wear house, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the city. He could see for a long way from up here. Nothing has the charm though. It seemed that without Harley, the world seemed duller. He hadn't realized he would miss Harley as much as he did right now.
He was angry, depressed and confused. He had pushed Harley out of the helicopter to save her life. But he had never done anything like that before. His life always came first. So why would he sacrifice himself for her.
She had always been a pain, a nuisance. So why had he not killed her in the beginning. Why had he not just killed her when she freed him from the Asylum?
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The door opened and Dr. Quinzel walked in. She timidly smiled at the guard and thanked him for letting her in. Joker leaned forward in his seat. He was actually excited to see his doctor today. She brightened up the Asylum for him, especially since a couple of guards decided to "teach him a lesson".
She took her usual seat across from him. She set out her notes and a pen before looking up at him. She gasped and leaned into the table.
"Wh-what happened to your face?" She asked as she brought a tender, gentle hand to rub his bruised cheek.
His eyes widened at her affectionate response to his well being. He never had anyone care about him this much. It was shocking for him. He didn't know what to do. He just stared at her beautiful face. Her bright blue eyes. Her her perfectly up-turned nose. The apple of her cute cheeks. Those wonderful angles of her eyebrows. Her long eyelashes that she coats with mascara. To him, she doesn't even need makeup. She's perfect without it.
Harleen suddenly realized how close their faces were. Her lips were inches from his. She could've sworn that he was leaning in too.
"Oh, it's nothing, doll," he clarified for her and she slowly sat back down in her seat. "Just a couple of guards playing rough."
Harleen frowned. "That's not right. They should pay for their actions."
"They will pay, but I need your help."
"Yes, anything. I mean, sure." Harleen blurted quickly, smiling. She rearranged her glasses on her nose.
"I need a machine gun." He said quietly. Part of him wasn't sure if she would actually get it for him.
Harleen hesitated. "A- a machine gun?"
He nodded at her, a smile tugging at his lips.
"You aren't going to kill anyone, are you?" She asked innocently.
"What has the world ever done for you, Harley? It's never given you a chance. You'll never come first, especially in this hell hole. Dr. Arkham may seem like he likes you, but you'll always come second to Dr. Larson." He hadn't realized how spiteful and angry that sounded.
Until he saw the look on her face. Her mouth slightly agape, and behind her glasses tears threatened to spill.
She stood up quickly causing a screeching nose to sound from her chair running against the concrete floor. She glanced at him one last time before she disappeared out if the room.
The Joker wanted to scream in frustration. She was the last part of the puzzle. He had his men ready to go, but she was a crucial part of the plan. She was supposed to get him out of his cell. Then, he could handle the rest from there. And now she was gone, because of him.
He slammed his forehead against the table and sighed loudly. He sat there for a while wondering what to do. He squirmed in his straight jacket, wishing they could at least take that off.
He heard the door open and quickly shut. He didn't bother to look up. It was probably just the guards taking him back to his room.
"M-Mistah J?" A quiet voice asked.
His head shot up to see Harleen awkwardly holding a gun in her hands. He noted the keys dangling from her white doctor's coat. He had no idea how she was able to get his keys and a gun, but he didn't stop to think about it. He stood from his chair and smiled at her.
"Oh Harley," he started. "I knew I could trust you."
She smiled, slightly unsure of herself. She set the gun on the table next to her notes and took the keys out of her pocket. He turned to the side and she unlocked his jacket. He quickly ripped it off. His smile grew more.
Harleen blushed when she saw that he was shirtless underneath his old jacket. She could see all of his tattoos and toned abs.
Joker picked up the gun in his hands. "You just shouldn't have trusted me."
"I'd love to stay and chat, but I've gotta get my boys ready, doll." He laughed before he left her in the room all by herself.
After shooting every guard he could, and calling his boys, he started making rounds around the asylum, checking for anything useful before he left. He had completely forgot about Harley, until he heard her scream. Her scream sent his stomach doing flips.
He entered a large room with tables and wires. He spotted her and growled. Two of his goons were overpowering her and throwing her on a table. She struggled and thrashed around, but her attempts were fruitless. They tightened the straps on her, sealing her fate.
The Joker grabbed one of his men that got a little too close to her. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him to the ground.
"What are you gonna do?" Her shaking voice asked. "Are you gonna kill me, Mr. J?"
He looked into her eyes, her wide, frightened, innocent eyes. He saw what she was beneath her strong professional doctor facade; he saw her scared and bullied true self. He saw her broken soul, and he knew he could fix it.
"Oh I'm not gonna kill ya." The Joker said as he snapped a belt and put it in her mouth. He grabbed to shocking cords and held them above her head. "I'm just gonna hurt you. Really, really bad."
He shoved the cords against her temples and she screamed in pain. She bit down on the belt as tears streamed down her face. He continued to shock her until she passed out.
His stomach filled with dread. He tossed the wires aside and pulled the belt out of her mouth. He bent over and put his ear to her plump lips. He waited to hear her breath. Finally, he heard it. It was faint and struggled, but it was there.
He looked down at her. He noticed that the perfectly- applied mascara now ran down her chat and stained the underneath of her eyes. He realized how much he could've done there. He could shoot her in the head, or slice her throat, or put his hand over her mouth to stop her breathing. Hell, he even could've raped her. But he didn't. He didn't do any of those. Instead he turned back to his goons.
"Alright, boys," he said. "Let's get outta here."
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"J," a dark voice said from behind the Joker.
Joker turned his head sideways acknowledging his henchmen.
"We've found her."
Joker turned fully. The man had his full attention now. "Where is she?"
"She's in the same prison, Belle Reve. They have her locked up even tighter. It's a suicide mission. You should just find a new woman." The bald man said. He stuttered on his words.
"I'm not going to leave her there. Besides, those are the best missions." The Joker laughed loudly.
He found his Harley.