Those Who Were Seen Dancing
Ramsay Bolton x Reader; Harley Quinn x Joker
Chapter 1 of 8-ish?
Summary:
Gotham City is a kingdom ruled by The Joker and Harley Quinn. When (Y/N) is taken from her home and placed under the wing of the Clown Princess of Crime, she is shown a world she never knew.
Ramsay Bolton has clawed his way through the ranks to become The Joker’s apprentice, but even Gotham can get a little mundane. When someone new comes to town, he’s finally got something to do. What could be more fun than dragging an outsider into the deep end and watching her drown?
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As the elevator doors screech open with a discordant hiss, (Y/N) gets her first glimpse of Gotham’s grand penthouse.
Her towering heels click along the marble flooring as she continues towards the makeshift throne room.
Gilt and opulence are on full garish display here as ancient vases from dynasties long past stand sentinel on chipped pedestals, forgotten sculptures of Greek gods are sporadically arranged throughout the room, and stolen Monets, Manets, and Rembrandts adorn the walls.
Such finery could hold its place in any museum in the world, but instead these beautiful works of art have been ripped from their rightful homes and left here to rot in faux splendor.
She can’t help but feel a connection towards these lost creations, their kinship forged in their kidnappings.
She pushes that feeling of intense bitterness aside, however, remembering what she must do.
Her mother was far from a loving homemaker, but she did leave her daughter with one crucial piece of advice:
Survive.
After all, everyone in Gotham is just trying to survive in their own fucked up way.
And none hold truer to that belief than the people represented on the towering doors before her.
The right is unmistakable.
The Clown Prince of Crime is certifiable royalty in Gotham. The once pristine white backdrop has been graffitied with chaotic black lettering amongst spurts of purple and green.
She can make out the word “smile” and other crude references to the villain’s penchant for laughter.
But her gaze soon transfers to the left door.
The white has been coupled with black to form a triangular checkered pattern. Atop that in vibrant shades of red are various card suits and similar splashes of paint all bearing their symbolism to Gotham’s mysterious queen, Harley Quinn.
Without warning, the doors suddenly swing open and (Y/N) is ushered inside.
There, sitting atop a set of thrones are the true King and Queen of Gotham City.
Her eyes fall on the woman. Blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, their opposing tips colored in red and black.
A tiara of jeweled clubs, spades, diamonds, and hearts adorns her head as she sits poised in a striking red gown, one side slashed in front as if by a blade.
Seated next to her on the dais is the one and only Joker.
His purple coat-tailed jacket, matching satin gloves, and garish green hair do nothing to detract from the power this sadistically grinning man holds.
However, the woman suddenly rises, any formalities of a true court being quickly tossed aside.
(Y/N) bows her head graciously as is proper, but finds it unceremoniously lifted upwards.
A finger is swiped haphazardly across her lips, smearing her pristine shade.
She looks up as the woman wipes the remaining stain onto her dress and grins.
“Do we look organized around here to you?”
“Come on, kid. I’ll introduce ya to the boss.”
Other Links:
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