Twice as hardShe'd turn to look at him, wondering where the days events went by like little droplets falling from a broken faucet.
The city had actually simmered down and the crazy talk had sort of slipped under the sheets. Then inmates found warmer spots and hoped that food would eventually be dropped. Somehow the crazy side of town had gotten it's own place and name, still a mystery to her how this had been managed but then again anything is possible with a city filled with so many cruel intentions.
Then again, everything had gone to shit in nano seconds.
She washed the blood from her hands before turning to look at him, bandages around his torso, blood staining the bed and his ragged breathing getting just the tiniest bit fainter. Harley had done all she could for now, sending out the kids to get the first doctor the could find and get him or her down here as quick as possible but for now, she'' drown herself in cheap whiskey and watch over him. It was a combination of things, a shoot out that w
For the Love of Joker 3For the Love of Joker 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
3. I Wanna Be Free~
~I Wanna Be Free, I Wanna Be Loved
I Wanna Be More Than You're Thinking Of
Everything Seems To Be Estranged When You’re Alone...
One Day I'll Stop Keeping Track
And Give Myself Time To React
-Panic! at the Disco (I Wanna Be Free)
The doe-eyed child stared, slack-jawed, back at me.
I wondered idly what she would look like with white face paint over her porcelain face, a diamond pattern decorating her attire that, naturally, clung to her perfect skin.
I sit back in my chair and tap my toe, feigning impatience.
"I'm a-waiting doll-face." I arch my eyebrow again, letting my eyes turn dark and cold. I was tired of this game already. I only put the effort into warmth because she was pleasing me with her wonderful naivety. But now, I shook my head internally. This may not be worth the effort after all.
"Mister Joker, my name is Doctor H. Quinzel. I am here to help you," she sauntered over to the table and slammed her hands down on the table.
For the Love of Joker 17%Harley Quinn%For the Love of Joker 172 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I don't know how to drive stick." I say flatly, eyeing inside the car warily.
Joker rolled his eyes at me, leaning on the open door, "'Course ya do."
"I really don't-" I laugh shakily at myself "- I didn't even have a driver's license until four years ago... that was one helluva process.."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I didn't have a proper birth certificate when I went to the DMV. Got burned in some sort of dormitory fire- at least that's what Jack told me." Joker gave me a puzzled look.
"Shouldn't you be able to decide that for yourself? I mean- shouldn't you be able to remember a fire that caused so much trouble for you?"
"That's the problem, isn't it? I should- " I slide into the driver's seat and slam the door "- but I can't." I said more to myself more than anyone else.
Joker swung open the door on the side opposite and slid in while chuckling under his breath. "You know what I love?"
"What?" I say wrapping my hands over the steering wheel, clutching it so hard th
LingerA HARLEY QUINN FANFICTIONLinger3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Harley awoke to carnage. Blood ran in scarlet mini-rivers along the dirty floor. Her body and mind were numb. Unsure if the blood was her own, she dare not move. She let out a small whimper of pain and lay still.
Wherever she was, it smelt raw. It was the smell of the sawdust in a butcher's shop: chill and coppery. And there was a sound that sounded like dripping water. But Harley knew it couldn't be water, not with that smell. It was blood, dripping onto the floor. Her blood. Harley pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked around.
She was in a half destroyed church. The huge oak front door had been destroyed; completely slashed and shredded, like a giant claw had been taken to it, nothing remaining but one or two lolling pieces of wood, creaking inwards on the hinges. "What am I doing ?"
Harley managed to push herself onto her hands and knees, where she stayed for a moment, trying to stop herself
Like pinned butterfliesUnderneath the screams lie echoes of a destructive yet beautiful dismemberment.Like pinned butterflies4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The clown prince can almost literally feel the ripping of Harley's metaphorical wings as he scratches down her back.
Little bits of good forever stuck under his nails.
Blue adoring eyes stare up at the one monster that destroyed her life yet breathed a whole new one into her lips like a gun to a suicide victim. Harley can taste blood on her lips but then again it can be war paint.
Her heart beats like gun shouts and Joker slides another bullet into her mouth with his tongue. Something about mad love that no one knows.
Nobody can cure a maniac
Especially a murderous like love.
Harley is still young to this new form of viewing the world. Like a lost puppy fending for food and getting her bearings. He speaks in such a way that the old her sometimes screams back at her, she begs for this clown princess to remember who she is and that she still has hope but the clown princess paints her lips midnight and hushes
Too Far GoneIs it wrong, what I've done? The people I've killed, the lives I've ruined?Too Far Gone3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes, yes it is.
So very wrong.
I wish I could take it back, I really do.
But I'm too far gone.
I'm irredeemible, unforgiveable.
Blame it on him.
The Clown Prince of Crime.
The man I love.
Man, or monster?
Perhaps I have an answer, finally.
I love the man he sometimes is.
The man I want him to remain as.
But he can be monster.
Why else would so many be dead by his hand?
I cry about it, every so often.
Not for the monster, nor the man
But for the child he once was.
Naive, oblivious, and at one time, even innocent.
He's too far gone as well.
Does he even know what I'd do, what I've done?
I don't live the easy life.
I don't want to.
I want to be the hero's sidekick.
Aka his lover.
No, he's certainly not a hero. Not nearly good enough.
But evil can be a strong word.
And words are powerful weapons.
And one day I'll be hurt beyond repair
Because the things he sometimes says, in his f
Sometimes she wondered..."He's on GCN again..."Sometimes she wondered...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harley looked up from her feet and glanced at him.
"Who, Batman?" she asked innocently.
"No, Morgan Freeman. Of course Batman!" he said harshly. Harley's gaze shot back down to her feet again. "And I thought he was vigil," The Joker snorted, "But clearly, if our ol' Jack Ryder can get a glimpse of him, I was wrong." Harley contemplated on speaking for moment.
"Lets not worry about the bat for a while." She murmured, flipping her body on the couch to face him. He shot her a warning glance that stated clearly he wanted to be left alone. Harley bit her bottom lip and looked down once more, rising from the couch and exiting the room. She closed the door on her way into the bedroom, if you could actually call it that. It was more like an empty room with a mattress. She paced towards it and flopped on her chest, staring blankly. Sometimes she wondered why she was here.
She was great in the day.
Dr. Harleen Quinzel.
Yes...even after the years the name was still painful.
No Real Reason...It's dark.No Real Reason...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He turns, glancing down at her as she sleeps. She had bundled herself under the covers, only her head could be seen. Her soft breaths tickles his arm, as she uses it as a pillow. He eases his arm free, sitting up in the bed. The clock on the nightstand had been broken for weeks, forever flashing 12:00 a.m. in neon green. Why hadn't he trashed that damn thing? He looks over at the window, which is completely covered by a thick curtain. No light shined through it, but he's still uncertain if it's late or really early. Then again, he honestly didn't care too much. He looks back down at her.
Her white face makeup is all but speared off. Her lips are still plump and pink from the bruising kisses. The once flushed skin of her neck had returned back to its original creamy pigment…All except the red blotch where he had sucked and gnawed.
It wasn't everyday that he allowed her to seduce him. Just like it wasn't everyday that he found her quirks humorous and sexy, inst
The Joker's PersuasionSome people wonder why I am the way I am or why you are the way you are. We both know it's a waste of breath to tell them, it's just a waste of brain, because they are bound to die anyway.... why don't we just nudge them in the right direction and save time? We can pollute the world with our poisenous chaos and then slit their thoats to waltz in their blood. I'm not crazy. I'm not. The truly insane are those who don't take action. They sit around with so much power, so much potential, but do absolutely nothing with their capabilities. People can live one-hundred years without really living a minute. Can't their eyes see this glorious magic? How about you hold their head while I pluck their eyes out so they can see it just a tad more? Let's make it rain screams and insanity as we laugh and swim in mirth until we cry technicolor tears. Just trust me and we'll hold hands as are minds possess our souls and kill our hearts.The Joker's Persuasion4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Let the games begin as we roam where we please and corrupt the plas
For the Love of Joker 11%Harley Quinn%For the Love of Joker 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vrr vrr, vrr vrr.
I ran my fingers along the hardwood floor until I met my vibrating phone.
I squinted my eyes at the glowing screen. The title said Unknown Caller. I grumbled at the desplayed time of four AM and clicked the ignore button.
The phone began to vibrate again in my hand, signaling that I had a message. I angerly hit the dial button.
"You have one missed call;" I heared the mechanical voice of my voicemail box say.
"Received today at three fifty-nine AM, new message from: six-four-six-three-two-eight-seven-zero-seven-seven."
"Hi Harley! Call me back- hey what's your number Brucey? Oh ya!- call me back at six-four-six-three-two-eight-seven-oh-seven-seven, okay? Loveyabye!"
"End of message. To delete press seven. To save press nine. More options press zero." I clicked the number seven.
"Message deleted. Main menu. To listen to your messages press one. To send a message press t-" I hung up the call with my voicemail and went to my missed call menu. I clicked the
For the Love of Joker 8For the Love of Joker 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lay in bed, finally back to where it all started.
The phone call that changed my life.
How only five hours could change my life; is a mystery to me.
In hour one; I was encountered by my best friend; stumblingly drunk, and hopelessly in love.
In hour two; I had my first face-to-face encounter with the infamous Batman, and got to ride in his legendary car- if you could even call it a car, I think "super-epic-tank-type-vehicle" is more appropriate of a term than "car".
In hour three; I met my first real crazy person, and also someone that-much to my chagrin- can make me have major emotional pitfalls; and also make me blush like a mad person. The even more insane thing was that- those two scenarios came from the same person
In hour four; I entered my office, much like any other morning, but this time, a gift was awaiting me; but this gift was not one that I liked, nor one that I desired to keep- but a part of me, though small, desperately did wanted to keep it.
For the Love of Joker 16/Jack Ryder/For the Love of Joker 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I groaned. I tried to move my arm. I groaned again.
I repeated the process with both of my legs, and got the same result. Pain.
Things weren't broken. Just amazingly sore.
I opened my eyes and was meet by a dazzling blinding light. I blinked a few times and looked to my right. She was here.
"Hello Jack, how are you feeling?" She says sweetly.
"I'm fine. Why am I in a hospital?" I snap.
"You were pushed off a building! Oh my god, I was so worried about you. I did a report on it and everything. Do you remember Joker pushing you off?" Her blue eyes sparkled with unshed tears.
"Of course I remember. It isn't something I will soon forget."
"Jack... I have a question for you..." she starts.
"Why is Harley in the waiting room... I thought you said you didn't love her anymore."
"I did say that. But I guess she was called when they brought me in after my fall."
"Would you do me a favor, Vicki, and send her away?" I say sweetly.
"Oh sure, Jack! I love you so much!" She sque
For the Love of Joker 7For the Love of Joker 73 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
11 years earlier
A younger me runs through a field of wildflowers with the girl of my dreams. Suddenly I fall backwards, she playfully tackled me. I caress her cheek with one of my long hands, and she melts into it, closing her beautiful blue eyes.
I felt my stomach clench nervously, as it always does before I lean in to kiss her. Our lips touch and I feel electricity course through my veins. What is this amazing girl doing to me? I pull away and see her contented smile. She falls back back into the flowers, eyes closed, enjoying the last rays of sunshine before the night sets in.
"Harley?" I could hear the nervousness plainly in my own voice.
"Yes, J?" She opened her eyes, the sun glinted off them like sapphires.
"Once in a couple of years, when I'm eighteen - would you run away with me?" I felt my breath hitch in my throat. Please say yes.
She started to giggle, and I sighed a lamentable sigh. I loved the sound, but I as afraid that it meant no.
"Oh Jason, you are so silly.
For the Love of Joker 6For the Love of Joker 63 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rooftops. Why is is that I always end up on rooftops?
I was sitting on the glass paneling of the skylight above my apartment, blanket
wrapped forcefully around me, iPod music blaring in my ears.
I didn't want to think, because if I did, I knew it would be some girl-ish
fantasy about me and tall, dark, and brooding.
I felt my stomach pang as the song changed to Elvis' I can't help falling in
love with you.
What was this? The fourth or fifth time that he has had to drag my drunk ass
home? I certainly couldn't be that attractive to him, nobody could be that
attractive to anyone if they were to be seen drunk.
Like a river flow surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant
"Yeah, right." I said aloud. My Bruce and I were not meant to be. I sighed and
took the iPod out of my pocket to switch it to the next song- but turned it off-
I didn't feel like music was working for me anymore.
I stood up, no longer wanting to face my feelings up front. I was
For the Love of Joker 2For the Love of Joker 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
2. Chemicals React~
~But The Planets All Aligned
When You Looked Into My Eyes
And Just Like That
The Chemicals React
~Aly and Aj (Chemicals React)
I sat, and sat, and sat, and sat. The clock was slowly ticking on. Like a metronome, slowly pacing off the beats to my impending satisfaction. I couldn't believe it only took all of six minutes to break Hugo Strange's resolve and get the doctor I wanted.
Fuck, it's cold in here. I popped the collar of my suit jacket, leaning heavily into the woolen fabric.
I was so bored, and there weren't any more knives in my pockets nor were there any orderlies in the interview room to use as target practice, so to entertain my sadistic mind, I flexed each section of my muscles slowly, taking inventory of my new injuries.
Starting with my left leg, I extended it out in front of me while I was seated. I pointed my toe, like one of those ridiculous ballerinas, and there it was- I winced minutely- my left ankle was broken for sure. I slowly worked up
For the Love of Joker 4For the Love of Joker 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was exhausted. Mentally, physically, exhausted. I drug my feet across the
floor heavily. Who knew that a 20 minute conversation could be so damn tiring. I
huffed the air out of my lungs, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. It was
3:46 AM. My real job started in less than 2 hours.
My real job, of course, being a psychologist. Every day. 5 AM to 12 PM.
My heels clicked on the polished white tile floor, the bare white walls and high
ceiling made the noise echo all around me.
Click, click, click... My mind began to wander as I walked slowly down the blank
My mind backtracked to earlier this crazy morning, and to my strange first
encounter with Batman.
I pulled out my phone once more, it was 1:48 already, that damn Batman said he'd
be here by now. I paced back an forth in front of my apartment, fervently
rubbing my hands together. Even though it was only just the beginning of
October, it felt like below thirty degrees.
I stopped pacing and fiercely crossed my hand
For the Love of Joker 9For the Love of Joker 93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When I reached Selina's apartment with my things, I parked my car in the alleyway; knowing full well that it was illegal, but not caring one bit.
I climbed up the stairwell to the top floor and dropped my suitcase in front of the last door on the right side of the hallway, and rapped three times on the door. Despite the early hour I heard the familiar squeak of the floorboards as Selina came to inspect the peephole. I heard a small intake of breath and a the click of the door unlocking.
When the door swung open I saw Selina... with a drastic haircut.
Disregarding the sudden lack of hair atop Selina's head, I rushed myself into her arms and began to cry... not trying so desperately to hold it all together, as I had earlier.
Whilst in her arms I kicked off my heels into her apartment, quickly resolving to change into my pair of white Chuck Taylor's as soon as possible.
We were still standing in her doorway, and I was still sobbing into her shoulder. At this time I couldn't
ConfessionsRolling steadily down her already drenched cheeks, was it a dream come true or some of her worst nightmares brought to life? Enough tears to have flooded the entire ware-house, she dared not speak of this. Not yet. He'd heard her sobs. Loud footsteps slowly made their way towards the door. Discarding the evidence, cleaning up her face to make herself presentable, bracing herself for perhaps another beating? Affection maybe? She prayed to god her crying hadn't angered him. Not tonight. It would torture more than her if he had no mercy. At first she expected the door to slam open and make a large imprint on the wall, but as if it was a different person behind it, he barely opened it at all. Slightly peering in that's all.Confessions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Harley? Are you crying?"
"No, no of course not Puddin', I just tripped and banged my head that's all. I promise."
"You'd better not be lying Harley. Is there anything you need to tell me? Anything wrong?"
"Don't worry. I'm fine J."
"Hmm. Fair enough."
He heard that sig
For the Love of Joker 19*Joker*For the Love of Joker 192 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was during a red light, while staring at Harley, that I decided I was in love. It wasn't like it was an easy decision, I mean hell! It was probably only second to my foolish decision to leave her all those years ago. The tragedy of it all, though, was she wouldn't ever feel the same.
It wasn't like I didn't still have faith that she would eventually figure it out, and by some miracle, didn't hate me for what I did; but it was the fact that what I did as an ignorant boy ruined any chance of her ever forgiving me, and I'm not prone to begging for other people's affections.
Harley then flicked her gaze suspiciously over to me, and I stared back out the front wind shield, twirling my thumbs in my lap.
It was almost three in the morning when the car started to swerve in and out of it's appropriate lane, and taking a good glance at Harley I decided it was time to take her home.
"Harley," I placed my hand on the
ColorfulThis ugly bruise is dark and blue,Colorful3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Given to me, received from you.
This terrible wound is raw and red,
An affirmation of all the things you've said.
This horrible scar is shiny and pink,
After you beat me, without stopping to think.
This broken heart is cold and black,
Shriveled to nothing, by the love you lack.
Is It Bad?Is it bad to laugh,Is It Bad?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I see you on the floor
Beaten, bruised, and broken?
Is it bad to smile,
As you lay there
Begging, sniveling, and pleading?
Is it bad to scoff,
As you tell me things I once
Wanted, wished, and hoped to hear?
Is it bad to forgive,
As I feel myself
Forgetting, sympathizing, and understanding?
Is it bad to love,
Even as you
Kill, maim, and torture?
No, I suppose it's not.