Here it is, your first look at my Joker and Harley Quinn fanfiction, Harley Unhinged. This story re-imagines Joker and Harley as seniors at Gotham High. It gets WAY hotter than this, but I didn't want to give away the best scenes yet. Keep in mind this is a raw, unedited first draft and is subject to change in the final product.
The names and likeness of these characters are property of DC Comics. I am in no way claiming ownership to them. The story, however, is my own. If you steal it, Joker will find you, and burn you alive.
Later in the day as I read in the library, I try to silence the nagging voice in my head that tells me I’ve already gotten myself into some trouble here in Gotham. I had enough trouble back home. I came here hoping to lay low and avoid the drama. Somehow I managed to land myself in a thick, steaming pile of it.
I turn my focus back to the words in front of me. It only lasts for a moment as out of the corner of my eye I spot Joker walking through the library. I watch him as he grabs a random book off the shelf and heads my way. I pretend to be reading, but I’m curious what he’s doing here.
He sits down at my table opposite of me. I still act like I’m reading.
I peek over the top of my pages to see that he has the book open and is also pretending to read.
“Is that a good book?” I can’t help but snicker.
“One of my favorites,” Joker says with a smile.
I hold back my laughter. “You do know it’s upside down…”
Joker looks at it quizzically.
“…And in French?”
I can no longer contain my laughter. He laughs along with me. The librarian gives us a dirty look.
He closes his book and sets it off to the side. I pretend to go back to my reading but I can feel his eyes on me. He slips his battered hand over the top of my book and forces it down to the table so I’m looking right at him. He smirks. Is he flirting with me?
I lift my book back up and continue to stare at words that no longer mean anything to me. Mine could just as well be written in French too.
Joker moves to the chair next to me and pulls the book from my hands.
“Hey, give it back.” I reach for it but he keeps it from me.
I frown. I won’t play his game. I sit there and wait for him to give it back to me.
He waits awhile but then slides it over. I go for it but he takes it again, holding back a chuckle so we don’t get kicked out of the library.
Okay, that’s it. I’m going to get the book back. I get up on my knees on the chair and go for the book. He puts it out of my reach again. His smile widens into that odd toothy grin of his.
I try for the book again, but lose my balance and fall into him. He catches me. I can feel his arms around me and our lips are almost touching. My heart beats faster. I’m frozen as I stare into his eyes.
Joker laughs. “You want to kiss me, don’t you Harley?”
“What? I do not!” I protest. My cheeks flush as I sit back, putting some distance between us.
More laughter. “You totally want to kiss me.”
“I’m not going to kiss you. You have a girlfriend.”
“Ivy’s not my girlfriend.”
“Really?” I try to hide the excitement in my voice but it comes out as a high-pitched squeal.
Joker laughs again. “You are way too excited.” He runs his hand through his green hair. “You can kiss me if you want.”
He starts leaning in but I shove his shoulder playfully. “The moment’s passed.”
I grab my book from him as he tries to recover his pride. Then I go back to reading. Or, at least I’m pretending to.