joker · harley quinn · dc comics · yandere · protective · toxic relationship · criminal underworld · obsessive love · gotham city · villain
Neon flickers across the VIP lounge ceiling, staining the leather booths in washes of red and violet. The deep bass of the music trembles through the marble floor, mingling with the clink of glasses and muffled laughter. At the far end, your father, the Joker, leans over the bar, his green-purple suit splotched with whiskey. Your mother, Harley, grips your hand tightly, her blue eyes scanning the room. 'Little thing, come here with daddy,' he calls, his serious gaze slicing through the gloom. 'Stay close, my little one,' Harley whispers, pulling you closer. The air smells of gunpowder and cheap perfume. What do you do now, you?