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The Joker sat quietly in his car, tapping the steering wheel as he waited for the clock to tick on. He was running on excitement, adrenaline was pouring through his veins wildly. The roaring of the party could be heard from a mile away. The Wayne family always did hold a grand dinner event at one point of the year, which of course only just agitated the green haired man. Brucey was always holding these big glorious events, splurging his money and rubbing it in other’s faces. And the parties were so awfully boring! He couldn’t stand it, he just had to crash them, especially as all the people who he needed were there.

His dark eyes flicked quickly to the side, watching eagerly as more and more guests showed up. After waiting for what felt like hours, the male finally slipped out of his car. He ran a hand through his bright green hair before picking up a large gun, grinning widely as he flashed his metal teeth. Humming to himself he began to walk up the steps, his men, who wore twisted smiling faces taking out anyone who tried to stop him. As the Joker continued to walk, his step became lighter, more excited, as this was definitely going to win back his reign on Gotham. 

As soon as he stepped into the pristine mansion, he sent bullets flying up in the air from his bright gold gun, making sure everyone was facing his way. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen!” His voice boomed, grinning widely as his eyes held a certain darkness in them. “We are your entertainment for the night” he cackled, gesturing at his men. The insane man made his way up to the middle of the floor; he always liked being the centre of attention.

“Now as you know, Gotham has become very safe over the years” he cackled, almost tearing up from how funny he thought it was. “Which is all good and well, and of course we can only thank the wonderful Batsy for that” he said, rolling his eyes as he flailed his hands around. “But I think Gotham has gotten a little more..” he began, licking his lips, “Boring” he cackled, pointing at a random guest. “You look bored, everybody here looks bored!” he continued, throwing his head back with laughter. “Well, I’m here, to make Gotham a little more fun!” he said finally.

The Joker pulled out a control from his back pocket, waving it in the air. “You see, you throw us criminals away, expect us to join a stupid little task force to do all your dirty work, and barely give us anything in return” he said, pointing to Amanda Waller. “Yes I’m talking to you, Amanda” he grinned devilishly. “I thought I may as well start with your little squad, especially as you took my Harley from me” he said, tutting as he shook his head. “And when you implanted the bomb in my neck, well that just made me furious!” he screeched. “So I’m going to let them free, let them roam the world as normal beings once again so they can have some fun!” he cackled, pressing a button as all of the Suicide Squad’s bombs got disarmed. “And this is just the beginning!” He screamed, bullets flying in the air as he turned the room into a chaotic mess.

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The male nodded, “Of course not. There’s no fun in that, plus I had to disable you, because I just can’t have any fun without my Harley around” he cooed, twirling a strand of her hair. He was going to ruin the squad from the inside, he didn’t want it around anymore. There was no point.

“Mhm, you’re right Harls, I could definitely use a few more people to do my dirty work” he replied, licking his lips eagerly. He could finally have all the control, he was going to be the one in charge of Gotham, no more Amanda Waller, no more Batman. He kissed her again, tugging on her bottom lip harshly, as if to say how much he really did miss her. He was a lot better at showing, rather than telling. “I missed you too, Poopsie” he hummed, tapping her cheeks. “No I didn’t, there’s a few around that you can have fun with” he said, handing her over her gun.

There was only one person Harley could truly trust anymore after the rest of the squad had shown their cards. She was hurt, yes, but she could focus that hurt on anger - on a lesson learned. Let it aid her through payback, now that she and J were back together, she foresaw nothing stopping them - not this time around.

The fact that she’d been right surged through her like an unspoken power, positively grinning with the tap to her neck. “They got no clue what’s comin’ for ‘em. Ya didn’t disable the others, right?” she asked curiously, her mind already ticking towards a plan. “Ya know, puppets always have their uses, Puddin’.” she whispered into his ear as her hand slid down the length of his torso, her body rolling into his in a grind. Another kiss stolen, she didn’t want to remove her lips from his, rough yet reminiscent of the words that were there, but not always spoken between them - of the actions that always seemed to speak more clearly between them. “I know ya know, but I missed ya.” she mumbled against his lips with a low growl. “Did ya take care’a everyone? Or is there at least one left for me to play with on our way out?”

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Since the Joker was threatened with his own life, as well as Harley, he had to find the one thing that was going to ensure their safety. He knew that she’d be pinning away for him, locked up in her cell. The male saw this coming ever since she got dragged into join the squad, they didn’t care about her, no, not in the way he cared about her. 

The male smiled, “Hey Harls” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around her. Even though he had been locked away in his room, planning whatever chaos he was going to through on Gotham next, he had really missed Harley, especially as he did just get her back. The Joker cupped her chin, kissing her back just as deeply and passionate before he pulled away. “Of course I did. I promised you” he chuckled. He pulled the girl outside the cell, cackling lowly. “And don’t worry, they don’t have control over you anymore, Harls. You’re finally free” he said with a wicked, wide smile, tapping her neck gently.

She knew that it couldn’t be too much longer. He’d promised her that it wouldn’t be. She’d never been given a reason not to trust, but the days they seemed to drag. Harley had grown impatient, she’d grown bored. Too much time to herself, after the stunt she’d pulled with Floyd, not even the guards would come down to visit past meal time. Too long she’d been without the human contact she desperately craved, as if they knew what would make her tick.

Almost certain that she was imagining things when she heard that infamous laughter, Harley pulled herself up from a sprawl on the floor and inched towards the edge of her bared cell, as close as she could get to the source of the noise. “Puddin’!” Her face lit up the moment she caught sight of him, a swell of relief washing over her. Stepping back from the bars, she bounced eagerly until he’d sawed his way inside. With the cup of her cheek, she immediately latched onto him, her arms clung tightly onto his shoulders as if he’d disappear - a mere figment of her imagination, but with his form she knew. With the man who held her heart back in her grasp, her grounding returned. A tilt of her head would have her lips claiming his, rough and passionate, dropping her hand into his. “I knew ya’d come, Mistah J.” she mumbled against, grinning as she began to lead the way out, a notable pep in her step.

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The Joker’s screeches could be heard echoing though the prison. He had been looking everywhere for his girl, and once he found out where she was, and he was sure he’d be able to get her out, he got there as soon as he possibly could. By the time the male had even stepped out of his car, holding a bright golden gun in his hand, snarling loudly as he approached the gates, half of the guards had already been taken out by his men. He knew Amanda wouldn’t be happy with this, especially as he managed to get rid of the bomb planted in his neck. There was no way Harley was ever going to be under her control again, she would be free, as soon as he could her out.

The male walked down the halls, occasionally grabbing someone, asking where she was. Eventually, after what felt like hours of tearing the place up, he was only a few metres from her cell. “Harley..” he breathed. He laid eyes upon the girl who he loved in some twisted way. He had felt as if a piece of him was missing, and he had finally gotten that piece back. The neon haired male pulled out the circular saw before cutting into her cell. “Let’s get you home, Pumpkin” he cooed, cupping her cheek with a rough hand.

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BANE

Another sentiment between him and the Joker shared. “He’s a plague with a cape.” If only said cape would get stuck in a plane engine, or meat grinder. “Dealing wit Batsy could fit perfectly into our plan.”

The Joker cackled loudly, “Perfect. I’m sure we could arrange that” she shrieked. “Of course, it’s always going to involve him.”

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BANE

“We have a common enemy, nay, nuisance,. He should be taken are of.” Killing Batman was a pleasure he longed for, but taking him down would suffice. “The Constitution humping Batman must be stopped.”

The Joker snickered, “Oh I definitely agree. He’s so boring and everyone loves old Batsy” he said, rolling his eyes. “He prevents fun, and everything that’s actually good.”

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The Joker nodded, “Hmm” he said, tilting his head. “Of course, I’m sure we will do great things.”

“Once we have unleashed anarchy..” Bane trailed off, searching for the right words to phrase his next sentence. “Perhaps this partnership could continue, seeing how fruitful it is, and could continue to become.”

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The Joker swung around the corner to his home, brows furrowed as he scanned the streets on the lookout. What he saw was something he wasn’t expecting to see. The male slammed the breaks, jumped out of the car and walked over to the other. “Harley?” he asked, incredibly perplexed.

             icy blonde hair and smudged makeup. to anyone, PHYSICALLY and VOCALLY octavia belikova was HARLEY QUINN there was no doubt about that. H E E L S she could barely walk on tapped along the ground as she walked, the trusty BASEBALL bat that harley was r a r e l y without lingered on her shoulder and JESUS CHRIST she’d never felt so cold in her life, (( couldn’t this woman wear pants ?? )). there was a constant chatter in her ear, one that only she could hear and that was nerve wracking as she LISTENED to spewed orders from the colonel, continuing to move down the path she was on. she needed to find the joker. she NEEDED to get this done as soon as possible.

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♑ : A Strange Fetish

Everything I do is considered “Strange.”

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♎♍

♍ : A Secret Desire

Death. Maybe deep down inside somewhere, having a future with Harley.

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♎

♎ : One Regret 

Not killing all of Batsy’s sidekicks. 

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Astral Signs

♉ : Biggest Fear

♊ : Two Wishes You Have

♌ : Favorite Animal

♎ : One Regret

♍ : A Secret Desire

♏ : A Pet Peeve

♋ : A Kink You Enjoy

♑ : A Strange Fetish

♐ : Name A Strength Of Yours

♈ : Something You Miss

♒ : Name A Turn Off

♓ : Name A Turn On

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The Joker just rolled his eyes before shrugging. “Sure, why not. I haven’t done anything fun in a week now.”

“then well play a game and then a prank. that would be fun.” she nods, approvingly at her idea. “maybe. or…” she claps excitedly at her idea. “we could be the cops and some pretty villagers could be the robbers.”

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The male brought her to the surface, lifting the ephemeral female up as he stared down at her in awe. He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers, much softer compared to their usual kisses. He let out a loud shriek of laughter once he pulled away, she had finally been born.

an origin story

As she descended, Harleen felt free. Letting go of all notions of her previous life, she fell into the vat of chemicals ready to rise anew. As she landed peacefully below, translucent, she didn’t fight as her body sunk towards the bottom of the vat, she didn’t fight as she felt the breath leave her lungs, the chemicals surrounding that tingled in a burn. If she was dying, she didn’t know any better, blinded by the love and passion she felt for the man she’d fallen for in more ways than one. This was how it was supposed to be - a release, and as he jumped in after her, her body raised to the surface, her body was still in his arms, but her heartbeat remained.

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The male rolled his eyes, “Pranks are for clowns, kid” he scoffed, shaking his head. “And how would we do that? With real cops?”

“children and clowns. clowns are supposed to make things fun. let’s play a game of cops’n’robbers.”

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SMS ✉ PUDDIN ⇄ PUMPKIN

Harls: I trust you! Ain't gonna doubt ever again. Send Baneykinns my regards!

Harls: I'll be right here, y'know - waiting. Thinking all about the three of them I wanna end myself. Missing my puddin.

Joker: I will. He seems like a nice guy.

Joker: Well don't, because I'm going to get you out of there.

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SMS ✉ PUDDIN ⇄ PUMPKIN

HARLS: I knew it!

HARLS: you were right about them alright! does that mean you're coming for me puddin? cause I'm getting a hunch this escape plan ain't gonna work. 😤

Joker: I know, I told you so.

Joker: Harls, trust me. I've teamed up with Bane, acquired a toy and have a plan. I'm getting you out of there and ending task force X.