Take Me In [The Joker x Harley Quinn ]
She was once lifeless in his arms, a perfect porcelain doll dripping of acid, and he decided to change her. Vampire AU. Rated M.
Dedicated to my dear @juney-chan ♥ Happy birthday darling! ♥ Thank you for being a great source of inspiration. - AO3 - FF
She stepped out of the shadows, on high heels with black velvet strapped to her ankles. The men that had gathered in the street corner stopped and stared. At this time of night, the Narrows was perfect for business.
“Pumpkin?” A low, threatening voice drifted out from behind her.
“Right here, puddin’.” Her red lips parted in a big, welcoming smile, teeth glimmering in the dim light from the street lamps. She took another step out into the street, approaching the men, and whistles and shouts flew through the air. Harley giggled and made a little pirouette, presenting her black skintight leather suit from all angles.
In one swift movement she was standing in front of one of the men, staring him up and down and nodding approvingly. “You’re cute.”
“Sorry boys, I ain’t got no time to play!”
Her hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him close. His eyes widened just as she let her lips sweep across his throat, before biting down, crushing flesh and arteries. Warm, wet blood filled her mouth and she buried her nails into his chest. The other men cheered on loudly, drunken and confused calls bouncing off the walls.
Harley withdrew with a grimace, shuddering at the unclean taste. The man slumped over her shoulder and she shook him off, seeing the pool of blood staining his shirt.
She winked at the others and blew a kiss. “I hope you’ll be good boys, or I’ll hunt you down!”
“Now Harley, why don’t you wait your turn?”
He came strolling out of the dark, his big toothy grin shocking the men into silence. It didn’t falter as he stopped, meeting the shocked gazes of his preys. The men started backing off instinctively, shattering into different directions. One made a run for it and Harley dashed after him, quicker than a snake attacking, disappearing into the shadows with an acrobatic leap. “We ain’t done yet!”
“You’re welcome to join us tonight”, Joker reassured the others with a maniacal smile. “The fun has just started!” He picked something up from his pocket, the thick, slightly curved blade gleaming ominously. He stroked the knife tenderly with his fingertips. “It’s been aching all night! Which one of you gentlemen would like to start?”
None of them stayed to honor his invitation, but their escape attempts were wasted; his beloved knife wanted to play just as much as he did. He caught one of the men around the waist and threw him onto the ground. Joker skipped over to him, giggling to himself as he heard the sound of the spine cracking.
Harley rose from the ground, a bit unsteadily, and dusted herself off. The corpse at her feet was already cold and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then let the loud screams guide her back through the dark streets. A part of her wanted to continue the hunt now when she had started, to follow the trails all around her into alleys and gates.
The alcohol from the blood she’d consumed made her a bit unfocused, but at least the guy had not been a junkie. Last time she had been crawling back through the street afterwards, trying to keep herself from falling over into a heap as the street turned violently around her.
The Narrows reminded her vaguely of another time, when she had been hurrying home from work through the streets on high heels, purse close to her body, keys at ready, always prepared to scream. Harley blinked a few times, seeing the world sway slightly as she passed through, police sirens in the distance not bothering her.
It was the primetime of jokes, of playtime.
“I’m back!” She entered the street just in time to see Joker rise from the remains of a body, that had been split from the head to toe. He licked a few drops of red from his thick blade.
“Daddy’s busy,” he mumbled, turning towards the last, half-dead body.
Harley walked over, trying to keep from swaying too much, smiling from ear to ear. She could vaguely hear some of the henchmen talk about the police coming. She threw her head back and breathed deeply, feeling the rustic smell of blood, alcohol and metallic, and the very scent that was the Joker. The smells were all around, intoxicating.
Six corpses were spread out nicely, big red smiles on their faces. The blood had welled out of their skinned bodies and flooded down the street, and she realized he still hadn’t drunk much. A tense anticipation settled within her when she saw his eyes, that were barely a hue darker than usual. His ability to resist always confused her.
“Ya think they’ll get here in time?” she giggled. “It’s like the good old days… The clubs, blocked exits, no survivors…” She grinned, only to hear a few heavy steps in her direction, before his hand closed around her throat.
His eyes stared straight at her in a way that made her entire body shiver, gasping for air. He walked her backwards, until she felt the solid brick wall against her back. Harley thrust her hips forward, desperately trying to touch him, but he stayed just out of reach.