Requested by @widowbitessting
Request: Hi :) never done one of these before but could you possibly do another Joker x Harley x Reader again? Where they’re their child? Erm, the child got taken away so they haven’t seen her in years and how they find her randomly is totally up to you :)
Warning: Just a long Imagine.
A/N: I kind of turned it so the Reader finds her parents because I couldn’t get this outta my head.
Nervously you looked out of the car window of the taxi. The club seemed pretty crowed, people were still waiting in line to get in.
“You sure, kid, you wanna be here?” The middle aged taxi driver, a dark skinned woman with a worried expression asked you. “That’s not a good place.”
“Uhm, yeah.” You murmured more to yourself and gave her a small smile. “How much?”
You gave the taxi driver the money and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut. With a wave you turned around and walked up to the end of the line. You were too much of a chicken to ask the security to let you in.
“Your I.D.” The security man asked you when it was your turn.
“Here.” You bit your lip when the bulky man scanned your I.D and then you, to confirm your identity. You were scared, the I.D was fake - your birth date changed to make you older. With a nod he gave you your I.D back and you made your way into the club, releasing a relieved breath.
The music was loud and boomed, flashy and drunk people were dancing and drinking while laughing over the music. Not a place you wanted to be, so you choose to question the bartender.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for a Harley Quinn and… the Joker?” You could have bitten your ass, you did sound so unsure and angsty. Like a little kid. But what could you have expected from yourself? Your parents had weird names and the pictures on the internet were pretty peculiar, let alone the frightening reputation they had.
The bartender raised his pierced eyebrow perfectly. “What’cha want?”
For a moment you faltered, thinking over what you should tell the bartender. “It’s uhm… important. Like really important.” Great.
“You’re not a negotiation partner?”
“Not really, no. But it’s really important.” You opened your bag and pulled out your purse, taking out all the money you have in it with a shaky hand. “Here. Around $50.”
“Keep it, honey.” He shook his head in disbelieve. “Come.”
“J., there’s a lady. She wants to talk to ya and Harley. Says it’s important.”
The Joker groaned loudly but waved his hand to bring you into the area. Wary of your surroundings, you entered the lounge and stared at the man before you, how he sat confidentely on the couch, leaning on his cane, legs spread.
The Joker looked exactly like on the pictures you had found on the internet.
“I don’t know you.” His voice was calm, kind of deep and serious. “How old are you?”
He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like liars.”
Your breath hitched and your hands felt sweaty. “I’m seventeen.”
“What does a kid like you want in a place like this?”
The Joker started to cackle and leaned his head back “Miles, tell Harley we have a visitor.”
Then, you were alone with him.
“Now, what do you really want?” His bright eyes unnerved you.
You opened your bag and pulled out a worn out file. “Some of the papers I found in my foster parents safe and some of them I got throught a friend from a hospital and so on.” You pushed the file over the table to him.
He titled his hand and took the file, opening it and skimming through the papers. You were nervous, your legs were shaking.
“Puddin’!” You almost gasped when Harley busted in, smiling brightly at the Joker.
“Come sit down.” The Joker ordered Harley without looking up, and she did how she was told.
“Who’s that?” She smiled at you and you could see why they were a thing. They looked even weirder and more dangerous in real life. And crazier, so much crazier.
“Why don’t you look for yourself.” The Joker said, giving Harley the file. Finally he looked up, an strange expression gracing his face while your birth mother skimmed the file.
“[Y/N]…” Harley muttered. She looked up in disbelieve. “You’re our [Y/N]?”
You nodded, your voice gone.
“It’s been years.” She suddenly teared up. “Where have you been? Who took you in? Where they good? Did they hurt you?”
“It’s a long story.”
“We have time.” The Joker said, leaning back, looking even more threatening with the mood shift. “Don’t we?”