After the events of Suicide Squad, the princess of the crime empire is
born. Raising their daughter to rule Gotham proves to be a killer game.
Chapter summary: The Joker honors the good old times.
Characters: The Joker, Harley, Lucy/Jaylie Quinn, June Moone.
His psychiatrist was blonde. With doe eyes, and a plastered smile. Ambitious. He did appreciate them sending in this little treat, but it wasn’t enough.
The Joker looked for something else to see but her boring face. Harley came to him at once, flickering around him, but never really in the way he wanted.
Ah, there she was. Naked, covered in blood, cradling a baby in her arms. Throwing her head back, sticky blonde locks falling around her shoulders, wide lips inviting him. It wasn’t the mental picture he had been looking for, but that was how she wanted to present herself.
There had been something purely animalistic about her around the time of childbirth. Ready to tear out throats, and he had made her like that. Watching her become so feral was enjoyable, always out for blood, and now the child is teething so shhhh-
A flicker later and Harleen was sitting next to him by the table in the empty, tiled room, wearing her white doctor’s coat and golden hair in a ponytail, looking accusingly at his assigned shrink. He knew why.
“Ya wanna be in the center of attention so bad, huh,” he chuckled at her.
Harleen got a slight fluster on her face. He leaned into her with a grin, tilted her face upwards, and saw her cheeks glow. Atta girl.
He enjoyed seeing her like this, and she was here, viciously beautiful and completely his.
“I’m here to finish your evaluation,” the psychiatrist said, looking at the notes in front of her as she tried to regain his attention. She sounded straight down-to-business, composed. They all knew about Harleen Quinzel – it was national gossip by now. He knew exactly what she thought. It was apparent in her wary eyes, but she wasn’t just scared. She was curious. Over-confident. Out of all the old-timey shrinks Joker had met in the last months, she had been the one insisting to treat him.
Oh, would he play with his food.
“Ever met Dr. Quinzel?” Joker nodded at her seat. “Right there I spread her legs and made her scream.” He smiled, reminiscing. Even after all these years, the memory of Harleen gasping affected him.