Pairings/Characters: The Joker/Harley Quinn (Implied Ivy/Harley)
Warnings: Author chooses not to warn
Summary: The Joker is bored with Harley.
Date Of Completion: February 28, 2016
Date Of Posting: March 9, 2016
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 389
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The Joker delivered a swift kick to the prone body lying on the cement floor. Harley groaned as he made contact with her ribs.
“You’re getting better, kid. You’re getting craftier every day, but you just didn’t have it today. I win; you lose. Sometimes it just goes like that.” He cackled. “You’ve been getting uppity, dear. Tsk, tsk.”
The Joker strutted across the floor, ignoring Harley. The warehouse was decorated with his giant playing cards, Joker-in-the-Boxes, boxing gloves, and other tricks of his deadly trade. Light filtered in through the high windows, casting everything in a half-lit, half-shadowed fight.
The Joker smirked. “Lovely Harley, it’s time you stopped hanging out with Ivy.” His grin faded. “She was a good outlet for you to let off steam. After our little tiffs, you’d run to her and cool off and then come back to me. Lately you’ve been getting mouthy, though. It must be the bad influence of your female friend, my dear. I don’t like it. It may be time to get rid of her.”
Joker picked up a bat and swung it. The swish-swish sound underlaid another moan from Harley. He sighed.
“I really need to remember to take the garbage out.” Joker pulled out a cigar from his jacket pocket. “I just hope I didn’t choose the exploding cigar.”
He lit it and puffed away. “Definitely need to get rid of Ivy. The woman’s an odd duck. Loves her damned plants more than people. How screwed up is that?”
Joker swung the bat and hit it against the wall. “Ooh, I like that, though the crowbar’s even better.” He stood over Harley. “You bore me, my dear. I think I’ll hit you out of the park.” He lifted the bat.
“Urgh!” Joker’s body jerked and he slowly pitched over onto the floor, a knife sticking out of his back.
A shadow moved. “Stabbing you in the back is a pretty appropriate way for you to go, right?”
The figure bent down and pulled out the knife. He whispered in Joker’s ear, “I did what Batman couldn’t do.”
Red Hood turned and walked out of the warehouse as he pulled out his cell phone and hit Ivy’s number. “Time to come collect your girlfriend, Red. You and she won’t have any more Mistah J. troubles. Bank on it.”