a/n: hiiiiiii *nervously laughs* it’s me again. so… i feel like this will be one of the last parts of this never ending imagine :D but yeah i like this part tbh, i like the storyline and how i’ve written it :) so yeah i hope you like this guys ily
characters: this is new but JOKER, READER, HARLEY QUINN
warnings: guns, swearing, shouting, violence and death
Finally it was the day. The day of our little holiday starting. J had promised me to go on holiday soon and a few days ago, he announced the date. Today. It was finally something different, something I didn’t know I was longing for.
I was just finishing up both of our packing, as J had asked me to. He was out for business again, saying he’d be back just in time for us to leave. So I was alone with the staff.
Before finishing up packing, I picked out something to wear now - a simple pink dress with no straps, it ended at mid thigh. It was simple, something I could wear every now and then, so it was perfect for this occasion.
I changed and put the last necessary things in the bags and I was finished. I sighed and sat on the bed, a bit tired. Looking over at the clock, I saw it was almost time to leave. I turned my head back to face the ground and heard gunshots coming from downstairs. I stood up, although very scared and made my way out of the room. I knew it was dangerous, I didn’t know who was down there, but I looked over the wooden railing, only to see Jennifer’s body laying on the ground, blood starting to pool around it. I gasped and put my hand over my mouth, backing away from the railing.
Loud giggling and footsteps were heard through out the house.
“Puddin’? Is that you?” A female voice exclaimed in a squeal-y tone. Who the hell was that? I daren’t make a noise and just waited for the next thing to happen. The footsteps got closer to the stairs and stopped. “Uh-huh!” The voice said. Oh shit. “I see you, but you’re not Puddin’.” The person took a step on the stairs. “I will come up.” I don’t know why, but I stood frozen, not moving a muscle. Perhaps I was too scared to do anything, so I just stood there, waiting for the person to do something.
She finally came into my view - it was a woman, a little bit older than me - dressed in a tight costume that seemed to be reminding me of cards, black and red checkered, with a few rhombs here and there and white details around her neck and wrists. Her face and hair were pale, only her pigtails had color at the ends - blue and pink.
She came closer to me, only a few feet away, and reached out her hand.
“Hi, I’m Harley Quinn. Who are you and what are you doing here?” She spoke. So she was Harley. But.. J said he had taken care of her. I didn’t answer, completely frozen by the thought that she was the one who killed Jen. “C'mon, speak up.”
“W-well, I’m Y/N, I live here.”
“You live here? But Puddin’ lives here.” She replied with a pout.
“S-sorry, but who’s Pudding?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know,” she narrowed her eyes. “he’s the one who lives here with you, the one I’m looking for. Mr. J, he prefers also that name.” She explains. Oh. “So, is he here?” I was about to answer, but then I heard the front door open and close.
“Baby, I’m home, we can go now!” J yelled through the house. Oh God, what’s going to happen next? “Oh, my, my, what’s all this? Is somebody visiting?”
“Puddin’!” Harley exclaimed. She grabbed my arm and put her gun against my temple, dragging me down the stairs to J. A few tears escaped my eyes, I was so scared. Was she going to kill me?
Joker was standing in the middle of the room, his henchmen and dead bodies of the staff around him. I was relieved to see him, but much too afraid of Harley. His stare was with a killing potential, fixed on me and Harley.
“Harley.” He said in a growl.
“I don’t have much time, so I will get right to the chase. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I just came by to visit you. Thought a little revenge wouldn’t do any bad. This pretty-faced slut - yours, probably - just happened to be here.” J stalked over to us and put his face close to Harley’s. In one swift motion, he took the gun from her hand and pushed her away from me, punching her in the gut.
Without thought, I ran to him, jumping in his arms with relief.
“J…” I breathed out, feeling his arms go around my waist and I hugged on tightly. “I was so scared. Thank God you’re here.”
“Don’t worry, baby, this will be settled in a minute.” He growled, holding me close. I pulled back, looking at Harley who was now stretching back up from her crouched position with grunts. J walked me to his henchmen, and they all stood around me.
Joker walked over to Harley and said:
“Careful. If anyone calls my baby girl like that, they get something bad in return.” He warned.
“She’s your ‘baby girl’ now?” Harley mocked the nickname with disgust in her voice. “Just like I was?”
“She’s different.” Joker growled. “But why should I explain anything to YOU?” He yelled out, slapping her cheek. “YOU should be DEAD!” Another hit to the face. “How did you survive, huh?” He had her against the wall, holding her face. “I blew you up!”
“You obviously didn’t. How am I here, then, baby?”
“You have no right to call me that!” J said and slapped her again, hitting her in the stomach as well. While Harley was crouched down, coughing blood, he took her gun from the floor and placed it against the back of her head. J pulled her back up straight.
“I would love to torture you, kill you slowly so that you would be begging me to kill you, but… me and my angel have somewhere to go, so I’ll kill you fast.” He said. “Any last words?”
“You will get what you deserve, you manipulative piece of shit!” Harley spat and J fired the gun. He let go of her body and it fell to the ground lifelessly. J had blood all over his face, so he walked into the kitchen and washed it off.
We all heard sirens outside and multiple cars pulling up in the driveway - it was the police. How were they here?
J rushed over to his henchmen and me, telling them to get our bags from upstairs and other directions. He grabbed my hand and turned my body to his.
“We gotta run, baby girl, can you do that?” He asked and I nodded. Were we gonna die? “We’ll go through the secret door in the basement.” I nodded again. “But whatever you do, don’t look back and hold onto my hand.”
“Yes.” I breathed out. He kissed my cheek and we ran. Down the stairs, into the basement, hearing the police breaking down the front door of our house already. J pressed a button and the secret door opened before us, revealing a long hallway, water at the end of it. Wow, I didn’t know we were that close to the ocean.
J and I looked over our shoulders, hearing the cops’ voices in the hallway and looked at each other. I smiled at him for no reason and we ran again. With my dress flying around my legs, I could smell the saltiness of the ocean already. This felt so good, running, adrenaline, being with him… I laughed out loud, and he joined with a light chuckle.
We stopped right before the hallway ended and J looked over at me with a smile. He brought my lips to his in passion, but the kiss was soon interrupted by the police, who were at the other end of the hallway.
“Baby, we gotta jump before they shoot us.” He said and I looked down at the water. It was dark, crashing in waves, probably cold. I looked back at J and nodded.
“Together.” I said.
“One… Two… Three!” J counted down and we jumped, holding hands with breaths held in. Our skin was soon met by the freezing cold ocean water, swallowing us up. J pulled us back above the water and I breathed again. He grabbed my cheeks, pulling me close and kissing my lips again.
“It’s freezing, J!” I said, laughing and pulling away.
“Right. But I want you so bad right now.” He said, looking into my eyes and stroking my cheek.
“I know. But let’s get somewhere safe first.” I said, J nodded.
“There’s a car at the shore, can you swim that far?”
“Well, I don’t really have a choice, do I?” I chuckled and J smiled.
“Let’s go.” He urged. No matter how cold and hard it was, we managed to swim to the shore. We were practically crawling to reach the car, panting. The henchmen pulled us in and drove off immediately.
J felt needy when he pulled me to him once again, kissing me and running his cold, wet hands all over me. I giggled, but kissed back. He was so cold, but weirdly - so warm. He was a man of wonder, what can I say?
“J…” I whispered, pulling back and leaving my hand on his cheek. “I liked that. I was very much afraid of getting killed, but I liked us running away together. I’m so happy you’re here, with me.”
“Oh, baby, what would I do without you?” He asked and kissed me gently. His arm pulled me to his side and I put my hand on his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see, baby doll, you’ll see…”
a/n: oK I THINK THAT’S GOOD FOR A HAPPY ENDING YOOHOOOOOO HOWL WITH ME DARLINGS. ANYHOW I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS PART AS MUCH AS I DO YIPPY BYE