get outta my car

Originally posted by harleyquinnandpuddin

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?” 

“Old enough.” 

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?” 

“It’s complicated.”

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?”

Team Cap Carpool Headcanons

-Steve insists on driving his dorky VW Bug even though everybody else hates riding in it

-Bucky tries to call shotgun but Sam is like “lol no if u wanted shotgun u shouldn’t have fallen off a train 70 years ago I was here first

-Bucky keeps asking Sam to scoot the seat up but Sam is like NO

-Bucky eventually resorts to grumpily kicking Sam’s seat for the entirety of every ride


-Wanda is uncomfortably squished in the back between Bucky and Clint, who keeps threatening to shoot Sam if he doesn’t shut up

-Scott’s just in ant mode crawling around the car trying to troll everybody


-Steve drives WAY under the speed limit and Sam constantly gripes at him for it

- “U drive like a damn grandpa WANDA CAN’T U USE UR VOODOO TO MAKE HIM DRIVE FASTER”

-Steve occasionally makes an “on your left” joke to Sam while driving
and Sam just tells him to shut up

Sometimes T’Challa likes to chill up on the roof without anyone noticing until until Sam yells something about getting “the damn cat off the car” and Steve is forced to stop 

signs as '80s songs (part one)
  • Aries: You're The Inspiration: Chicago
  • Taurus: Dream On: Aerosmith
  • Gemini: We Didn't Start The Fire: Billy Joel
  • Cancer: Pour Some Sugar On Me: Def Leppard
  • Leo: Cum On Feel The Noize: Quiet Riot
  • Virgo: Like A Prayer: Madonna
  • Libra: Separate Ways (Worlds Apart): Journey
  • Scorpio: Summer of '69: Bryan Adams
  • Sagittarius: You Wouldn't Know Love: Cher
  • Capricorn: Another One Bites The Dust: Queen
  • Aquarius: Your Love: The Outfield
  • Pisces: Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car: Billy Ocean


Im stuck in my car rn cos i pulled up at my house and now theres a pizza guy here and i dont want to get outta my car while there is a person standing in front of my house cos thats like such a forced interation and that would make both of us uncomfy

SOOOOOOOO some dickhead decided he wouldn’t pay attention when he was switching lanes and ran into me, scraping the front of my car as he fuckin’ shoved into my lane in front of me, and despite me honking the fuck outta my horn he kept going. 

I saw him getting super fucking close to my car and I honestly thought I was gonna get shoved outta the street.

My car wasn’t damaged at all (surprisingly, but he’s a tough little shit) and I’m perfectly fine, but it was damn annoying that he just bailed the scene of a potential accident without so much as slowing down.


My ass ran into a fence the other day bc of ice an now some drunk redneck is tryin’ to shove me off the road

this morning my friend Ethan and I were hanging out and talking in his car before our first class and this happened:

me: “I’m thank…goddamn I can’t talk this morning. I meant to say ‘I’m just thankful that–’”

Ethan: “Hah, you’re Thank. Hi Thank”

me: *rolling my eyes* “okay well if I’m Thank, does that mean that you’re Welcome?”

Ethan: *shoots me an Arlene-get-the-fuck-outta-my-car glare*

me: “you can’t win with me, Ethan”

The signs as 80's songs
  • Aries: Eye of the Tiger
  • Taurus: Don't Worry Be Happy
  • Gemini: Escape (The Pina Colada song)
  • Cancer: (I've Had) The Time of My Life
  • Leo: Footloose
  • Virgo: Like a Virgin
  • Libra: Mickey
  • Scorpio: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
  • Sagittarius: Get Outta my Dreams, Get into my Car
  • Capricorn: Funky Town
  • Aquarius: Jessie's Girl
  • Pisces: Another one Bites the Dust

For a girl that grew up on Long Island, has been living in NJ for 7 months, and really enjoys being around trees, you’d think I’d have seen a tick before.


Today was a first time, and I thoroughly freaked out.

He was just hanging out on my passenger seat, probably since Monday when I had organized an Earth Day cleanup at a nearby park/river. Oy.

I guess I better get used to it with all the time I’ll be spending outdoors this spring in NJ!

I don’t want lyme disease, I don’t want lyme disease, I don’t want lyme disease. Nor do I want an arachnid making his new home inside of my skin, thank you.


“Get Outta My Dreams, Get Into My Car”

Back in the 80s, Billy Ocean told us to do that and he could have been singing a theme for Jane and Lisbon.  Let me explain. 

The other day I was randomly watching a Mentalist episode and there was a car scene in it.  It struck me how open Jane and Lisbon could be with each other while driving around California and Texas.  I think there are a few reasons for this.  First, there’s the intimacy of the car.  Unless you stop, you can’t walk away from the other person.  Second, in order for the driver not to wreck the car, he or she has to maintain eyes on the road and that gives the passenger time to observe the driver when asking or answering questions. Third, no one can walk in on two people talking in a car.  The only interruptions you normally have are a phone call or the end of the journey.  

When two people have such deep feelings for each other but that they believe they must be suppressed, a car is one of the most intimate places they can be. Jane and Lisbon in the car are those two people.  In order to protect her, Jane cannot let on in any way how he really feels about his Lisbon.  In order to protect her heart and not give Red John any more leverage over Jane, Lisbon must bury her feelings.  No one can know.  It’s too risky.  

However, in the car it’s a slightly different story.  Sure, they’re still too worried to act on their feelings, but they can let those feelings rise closer to the surface.  Each has a chance to watch and listen to the other that was safer than the office or anywhere that other people could easily interrupt by opening a door.  I think the car rides were the only time that they could truly be “together” in those years.  

I offer you examples above and do not say that this is all-inclusive.  It’s just that Tumblr has limits.  

Oh, and in my head canon, I so hope that they eventually spent some time necking in a car.    ;-)  

Just my thoughts…