Green Euphoria
Joker x Reader x Harley Quinn
Part 3
Part 2 Part 1
Rated M
Words: 3674
Events take place after Suicide Squad.
You stood in the dark room in front of the empty desk, waiting for the boss to arrive. You were soaked; your hair hung loose and the strands clung to your neck and back. Your dress clung to you uncomfortably, and you didn’t even want to know how your makeup looked. Someone wouldn’t have to ask how your mission went, one glance at your appearance would be enough. You were scared, how would the Boss take it? You knew you would be punished, but you didn’t know how or for how long. As you stood there waiting, a small pool of water formed at your feet from the water dripping off of you.
Suddenly, the door flung open behind you, causing you to jump. You closed your eyes and listened to his footsteps coming closer to you. When they stopped, you opened your eyes. He was standing right in front of you, his eyes menacing, brows furrowed, obviously very angry. Before you could speak, he reached up and slapped you across the face, causing you to fall to your knees, grasping your cheek. The pain was intense; searing and red hot, you had to use all of your might to hold back the tears.
“You fucking bitch,” he yelled down at you “you had one job. One fucking job, and you messed it up!” You sat on the ground, trying to compose yourself. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now, huh? He’s dead. How am I going to find out that information now?” He was breathing heavy, pacing in front of you as he spoke. As you tried to stand again, he took the opportunity to kick you right in the gut. You fell back to the floor; the wind being taken right out of you. You struggled to breath, wrapping your arms around you. “You’re absolutely useless. Your cunt isn’t even that great either.” He spat down at you.
As you wheezed and rolled around the ground in agony, one of his men entered the room. “Boss, you got a phone call.”
“Shit.” He groaned, still very angry. He paused, taking a moment to look down at you before stepping over you and walking out the door. “Deal with this garbage, take her back downstairs.”
You weren’t in a condition to put up a struggle as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You knew what downstairs meant; back to where you had been when they experimented on you. It meant more tests and torture. It was like hell, and it was the reason you listened to them so obediently. Your conscience went in and out on the way down, and you only became fully focused when they threw you down on the cold cement floor. You heard him lock the steel cage door and walk away. You were freezing and shivering; soaked to the bone and beaten. Tears stung your cheeks as you lay there, not knowing how long you would have to endure this hell. You just wanted it all to end; you wanted to die. What was the point of living if this was your reality? To help ease the pain, you put yourself under your euphoria. The pain slowly went away and your thoughts slowed as you took in the familiar blissful feeling. You never wanted to come out of it.
You didn’t know how many hours had passed since you had been locked up. You had fallen asleep for a bit while you were under, but you woke up to a commotion upstairs. You heard the faint sound of what you thought was gunfire. You could tell people were yelling. You did your best to sit up, pain shooting through your gut, your head pounding. You looked around; there was no one else downstairs with you, all of the other cells were empty.
Suddenly, the doors that led upstairs blew open in a large explosion. You covered your face, protecting it from the debris and smoke. You coughed, waving the black smoke away from you. You couldn’t see anything for a moment, the smoke was too thick. Then you heard a menacing laugh that was all too familiar.
How could it be? How could he have found you? This location was well hidden, even special forces wouldn’t have been able to find it. As the smoke cleared, you could see his figure walk up to your cell. There was someone behind him. He came up to the bars, grabbing onto them with one hand, the other holding a rifle, staring down at your pathetic form. His mouth was open as he took you in; he was wearing a leather purple suit with the jacket open, revealing a black bulletproof vest over his bare chest. “Found you.”
Harley then appeared right next to him in blue and red shorts and matching jacket, coughing and waving away the smoke. “What an entrance, Puddin. Maybe next time a little less explosives?” When her eyes found you on the ground, she gasped. “Oh no, what have they done to you?”
It was clear from their reactions that you looked like a wreck. In that moment, you didn’t care though. The smoke fully cleared, and you could see the Joker’s men run down the stairs. They were like a small army in terms of their artillery. One of the men came up with what looked like a small chainsaw and started cutting the lock on the bars. You were so confused, you had no idea how to react. The lock on the door fell to the ground with a loud clink, and the henchman pushed the door open. It was Harley that ran in first, jumping onto the floor next to you.
“Are you ok, darlin? You look like a mess.” She seemed genuinely concerned. You didn’t look at her though, you remained focused on the Joker as he slowly sauntered into the cell. “Can you stand?” Harley asked, taking your arms and helping you onto your feet. Your legs were wobbly and weak, so she put your arm over her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around your waist.
“How…” you began “why?”
The Joker came up to you, placing his hand gently on your cheek. He exhaled an audible breath. “I told you; Gotham belongs to me, and so does everything in it.”
“Let go of me!” You heard from behind. You looked around the Jokers shoulder to see your Boss being dragged down the stairs by two men. The Joker turned his attention to him, raising his arms in the air.
“Well, what do we have here?” He said tauntingly. His men plopped your boss on his knees right in front of him.
“Listen, I’ll pay you whatever you want. Just please, let me go.” Your boss begged in front of him. This was a sight you had never seen before. You always feared him, seeing him as a large, violent man who could do anything. Yet here he was, begging for his life on his knees in front of the Joker.
“Shhh” Joker began, putting his finger over the man’s lips. “I’m not going to kill you.” He smiled, turning around. His eyes met yours again as he spoke, “We’re going to have lots of fun together.” Then, he snapped his fingers, and his man started to drag your struggling boss back up the stairs. “Harley, bring her to the car.” He spoke as he followed his men back up the stairs.
“Come on doll, you gotta help me a little bit, I can’t carry you all the way there.” Harley started to walk, and you hobbled right next to her. You were slow, but you eventually made it up the stairs. You were able to see the result of the chaos that you heard earlier. Everything was a disaster; bodies lay on the floor in pools of blood, tables overturned, empty bullet shells scattered everywhere. When you walked outside of the building doors, you were able to tell that you had been in the cell for almost an entire day, the sun was just about to set completely, leaving just the slightest orange in the sky. There were several vans parked outside, as well as a large black Escalade. Harley took you towards the Escalade, where Frost sat in the driver’s seat and the Joker in the passenger. She helped you in the back and climbed in right next you, keeping one concerned hand on your leg. The drive was silent as Frost drove behind the vans, following them. The Joker was on his phone, typing some message you couldn’t read, and Harley kept her attention outside the window while humming an upbeat song.
You were in the car for what seemed like a very long time. The location they were going to was obviously well hidden, as if you didn’t know what you were looking for you would never be able to find it. The area was surrounded by thick swampy trees and seemed very dark and quiet. The cars finally slowed down at a large heavy steel gate. The gates had large J’s knotted into the frame in an intricate design along with the silhouette of the head of a court jester. The gates slowly opened and the cars drove down a long tree covered driveway in single file until you came across the largest house you had ever seen. It was a large mansion that didn’t seem like it belonged in this type of gloomy environment. The dirt driveway turned into cobble stone, and the entrance was lined with large stone pillars. A large fountain was placed in the center of the circular driveway. The cars came to a stop and everyone started moving again. Frost and the Joker jumped out of the car, along with all of his henchmen in the vans. They poured into the house, dragging along your boss who now had a black bag over his head. You looked out of the window of the car in awe.
Harley came around to your side of the car and opened the door. “Come on sugar, let’s get you cleaned up.” She helped you out of the car, taking your waist while you leaned your weight against her.
“Where are we?” You asked
“Home.” She answered
“What?” You questioned, but you immediately lost your train of thought when you entered the house. It had a dark mahogany and red theme. The foyer was large and grand with a large crystal chandelier hanging above. Harley led you up a grand staircase and down a long hall. You were brought into a large bedroom that seemed quite cozy. Another crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and a large canopy bed big enough to fit about 10 people was the center of the room. Next to it sat large dressers with an assortment of different handguns laying on the top of them. She led you into the bathroom connected to the room; it was contrastingly bright with a light-colored marble scheme. She sat you down on the corner of the large marble bathtub.
“Now just hang tight for a second while I go and get you some clothes.” She smiled warmly, starting the water and prancing out of the room, leaving you alone. A large mirror covering the length of the wall was across from you, and you were able to see what you looked like for the first time. It was hideous. You looked like a creature out of a horror movie. You carefully stood up, wincing a bit from the pain and limped over to get a closer look. You brushed your tangled hair out of your face, revealing a nasty bruise just below your eye from where he slapped you. You ran your fingertips along the purple markings, wincing slightly when you came across sensitive patches.
“Luckily we’re about the same size!” Harley said, entering the bathroom again. She had changed into a loose fitting black silk robe with three small red diamonds above her breast. The robe barely covered her bottom half, and the way the robe fell open, you could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her hair was now hanging loose instead of pigtails. In her hands was a long lace black robe. “We need to get you cleaned up, my love. Can’t have you looking anything but gorgeous.”
She placed the robe on the counter and proceeded to undress you. You didn’t put up much of a fight as you just watched the clothes come off of you in the mirror, revealing more bruises on your stomach. She helped you into the bathtub, the warm water feeling nice on your freezing skin. She sat on the side and began to wet your hair and massage some shampoo into it.
“This is nice! I don’t get girl time very often.” She beamed
“Why are you doing this?” You asked
“’Cause Puddin wants me to, and to tell you the truth,” she put her lips right next to your ear and whispered, “so do I.” She laughed and went back to massaging your scalp.
“Aren’t you guys just going to kill me? Why go through all of this trouble?”
“Kill you?” Harley scoffed “We wouldn’t do no such thing, love. We like you!”
You lifted your hands, examining them. “But why? There’s nothing special about me.”
She cleaned the shampoo from your hair and proceeded with conditioner. “What do you mean? You’re just like us!”
“How so?”
“We all came from the same toxic chemicals. We’re practically family, and we’ve got to stick together!”
“How do you know that?”
“Mr. J had Frosty do some digging on ya. After last night at the club you were all he could think about.” You could hear a slight pout in her voice. “He had a bunch of his goons out searchin for ya. He found ya pretty quick, too.” She washed the condition out and went on to scrubbing your skin with a rag. “I gotta say, you made quite an impression on him last night. I don’t know what it is you did when you two were alone, but you definitely got his attention.” Her smile faded a bit. “Lucky you.”
“I wasn’t trying to. To be honest, I’m very confused right now, and I’m not exactly sure how I should be reacting to all of this.” You looked her in the eyes, not even trying to hide the worry on your face. You didn’t know what it was, but you felt safe around Harley, well, safer than you’ve felt all day.
She smiled again, her focus returning back to scrubbing your skin. “Don’t worry, I can tell you for sure that Mr. J won’t kill you. I haven’t seen him so excited in a long time, and if he’s happy, then I’m happy. But to be honest, I kind of like you too.” She said the last part very warmly. She finished up washing your skin and face and helped you out of the tub, drying you off with a towel. She took the black lace robe and wrapped it around you. The material was sheer, and you could see the faint circles of your nipples peeking through. The robe was long and flowy, with long loose sleeves. A gold ‘J’ was embroidered on the pockets on the side near the waist. She didn’t give you anything else to wear besides the robe. She dried your hair a bit until it was just damp and brushed through it. You looked at yourself in the mirror, already looking a million times better. The purple bruise on your face still stood out, but after being cleaned up a bit it looked better.
“Now let’s go join the party downstairs!” She smiled, taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom. The mahogany wood beneath your bare feet was cold, and you could hear the footsteps you and Harley made as you made your way down the hall. After the bath, you were able to walk better, the warm water heating you up again. You walked down the stairs, and the faint sounds of screams began to get louder. You two walked closer to the sound until you reached a door. The screams were loud behind it, and you could tell they were coming from your Boss.
Harley knocked on the door, “Puddin, it’s us!” The door opened, revealing a room full of the Jokers Henchmen holding various guns. They stood scattered around the room, which seemed to be a large office. Your boss was sitting tied up to a chair, the hood was no longer on his head. He had blood running from his nose, eyebrow, and mouth. The Joker stood in front of him with his back turned. As the two of you made your way inside, you heard him sigh.
“Ahh,” he began, turing around to face us. “If it isn’t the lady of the hour.” He looked you up and down, a hint of hunger in his eyes as Harley led you closer. “Thank you for fixin her up, doll.” He said to Harley, taking her cheek in his hand and kissing it. She smiled, a flirty laugh escaping her. “If I may?” He asked, holding his hand out.
“Be gentle, Puddin, she’s pretty beat up.” Harley said, giving your hand to him.
“Oh, come now,” He began, taking your hand, “I’m always gentle.” He turned back to your boss, holding up your hand as if putting you on display. “Now how could you treat such a divine creature like this so poorly?”
“Her?” Your boss began “Is she what this is all about? This is all about some insignificant bitch?”
“Careful,” the Joker said, releasing your hand and sitting in your boss’s lap, taking his face into his hands. “Choose your words wisely.” The Joker let out a low growl. “Now tell me what you did to her.”
“I’m not telling you shit.” He spat. The Joker looked at him for a moment before flashing his signature silver smile. He crawled off his lap and snapped his fingers. One of his henchmen came up and handed him a purple and gold handgun. The Joker smiled again before pressing the gun against the man’s leg and firing it. The bullet went straight through his leg and into the floor, followed by a stream of blood. The boss let out an agonizing scream. “Fuck! Fuck, shit, shit!”
“Look what you did to my floor,” The Joker began again, running a hand through his green hair. “And I just got them redone.” He pointed the gun at his other leg.
“W-wait! I’ll tell you everything! We kidnapped women to turn them into weapons to use against our rivals. We turned her using the chemicals from the nuclear plants. She turned out to have a useless ability so I used her as an escort to get information!”
“Useless?” The Joker said, mocking a pout “I’m so sorry you see it that way. Is that it?”
“Yes.” The boss panted
“What a shame.” Then, he pointed the gun towards the boss’s head.
“Wait, wait, please!” The boss begged
“Unfortunately, it’s not up to me to kill you.” The Joker turned to look at you. “Come here.”
You took a gulp and walked over hesitantly. The Joker placed the gun in your hand. You had never held a gun before, it was heavy and cold. You stared at the glossy metallic colors, noticing the intricate joker designs. In the reflection of the gun, you spotted the purple bruises on your face. You turned your attention back to the boss who was panting in his chair. You slowly raised the gun. “Don’t you fucking do it.” He started “You won’t, I know you.”
The Joker stood behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “What are you going to do? This is your chance to get back at him for all the pain he’s caused you.” You were surprisingly steady while holding the gun, you didn’t shake, and you were strangely calm. This man caused you so much suffering, and he was the reason you lived in a nightmare.
“You won’t fucking do it!” He yelled from his chair, clearly panicking.
The Joker placed his hands on your hips and whispered into your ear. “Choose.”
You watched as the man struggled in his chair. He looked so weak and pathetic, and you felt so much power over him. This was probably how he felt when he watched you struggle. The images of your friends and past life popped up in your head. You used to be so happy. You had a life ahead of you. This man changed everything, and there was no going back.
You pulled the trigger, watching the bullet make its way right between the boss’s eyes. In that moment, the room went quiet as the sound of the gun shot echoed off the walls. His body hung limp from the chair, his eyes still wide open in horror.
The Joker was the first to break the silence with his laugh, followed by Harley’s who had been standing in the corner. “Leave us.” The Joker ordered, taking the gun out of your hand. You watched as the men left the room, taking your boss’s body and the chair with them. The Joker stood in front of you, and Harley came up from behind, wrapping one arm around your waist and another under your breasts. When the room was empty, the Joker took your face in his hands. Your eyes went to his, and you were sucked into his deep blue orbs. He brushed a cool finger over the bruise on your face. Instead of pain, though, the temperature of his skin actually felt good. He then placed a small kiss on your lips, barely pushing his lips against yours.
He growled, quickly retracting his head, looking you in the eyes again. “We’re gonna have some fun.”
To be continued.
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