**COMPLETE** Diamonds and Scars (Harley Quinn & The Joker - Fanfiction)

Obsession With Diamonds

Now, I'm in the city. On my own. Mistah J sent me off on an errand to get his fancy suit from the shop. Nah, let him fetch his own damn suit! I got my own plans. With my baseball bat in hand, I kick down the door of a clothing store and walk up to the cashier.

"Hiya, I got a death warrant for a Mister...uh whatever, your name isn't important. It's from The Joker. But listen, I'm a nice gal so I'll let you go an' you give me all the cash in your till, kay sugar?"

The man panics and presses a silent alarm under his desk.

"Shame, I was hoping I wouldn't have to get blood on my nice new baseball bat...oh well."

I was wearing the same blue shirt... quite a nice little shirt, got some rips in it already but I could do with a completely new look. Plain isn't really my style anymore ya see. I swung my baseball bat at the cashier's head an' it knocked him straight out. Maybe even killed him tehehe.

Crap, cops are here.

I hide behind the counter with my baseball bat at the ready. C'mon coppa's! I can take ya sorry arses on no problem. I waited for them to find me. Though they walked right past the counter. Clunking boots and noise from their radios. Enough to give a girl a headache. So what did I do? I gave up! I emerged from behind the desk with my hands up.

"Alright...You caught me. Yes I've been wearing this absolutely hideous piece of clothing for the past week! Yes! A whole week! I know right? But listen fellas, you let me go and I promise Mistah J and I won't kill all of ya. Deal?"

A bullet was fired from a pistol magazine.

I'm guessing that meant no deal. I sighed and dodged the bullet by doing a cartwheel.

What? I'm an acrobat.

From behind, I disarmed the cop holding the pistol and took it right out of his hands. I then shot the remaining police officers with a bullet to the head. No biggy really, it's what Mistah J taught me. The one guy I disarmed I had in a choke-hold. Interrogating a guy is a hell of a lotta fun ya know.

"Why would you try and arrest me? That's so rude! Mistah J gonna be hearing about this."

Suddenly, The Joker opened the door and saw me in here...with a load of dead bodies. He took out a pistol and shot the one I was interrogating in the head. I dropped his dead corpse on the floor and ran over to Mistah J, hugging him.

"Harley? What happened here? I told you to get my suit not go on a shopping spree! And by the way, who called the cops on you?"

He wasn't happy.

He was thrilled, he was actually impressed.

"You managed to kill the cashier, rob the place and kill all of the cops? I gotta say i'm impressed. You're a clever girl." He hugged me back.

His suit was located behind the counter, in a plastic bag to protect it from dirt. Mistah J took the bag and ripped it open. There it was, a beautiful purple trench-coat.

"I thought it was a suit?" I asked.

But I loved it, made him look more attractive from the first moment he put it on. Whilst he was slipping the coat on top of his flesh he patted me on the head gently.

"I said that so you'd be careful with it. Suits are more expensive than coats, yet this one cost that fella behind the counter an arm and a leg it seems!" he laughed.

"Yeah...about that, I mighta sorta killed him"

I looked at the dead cashier behind me. He was dead. Oops? Though my puddin didn't seem angry with me, as he opened up the cash register and started filling up his newly lined pockets with dollars.

"More money for us then it seems!"

He shoved a handful of money towards me.

"Here, buy yourself something nice. That shirt sure is getting tatty."

"I know, I came in here to do some shopping and OH-MY-GOSH-"

I paused, my eyes were locked firmly on this pair of shoes. They looked like trainers, but they had high heels and they reached far up the ankle. They were amazing. I had to have them, but there wasn't anyone to stop me anyway. So I took them. And I tried them on. They fit perfectly.

"Looks like you found something, go ahead...nobody's gonna stop us from taking whatever we want from this store now!" he smiled.

He also spotted something, a small cropped t-shirt with 'Daddy's Lil Monster' written on it in thick black writing. I slipped off my beaten up blue shirt and tried it on. Showed off my boobs and my stomach a bit much, but it was meant for me. Daddy's Lil Monster, I was Joker's little monster, for sure.

"You got quite a body, Harley. You been working out?" he asked, observing my figure.

"Well, ya know...beatin' people senseless is a daily exercise I do" I smiled, looking at the shirt Mistah J found for me.

He smiled too.

"I know a guy, I'll get him to make you something special. Something really special. For a very special girl"

Before I knew it, we were kissing publicly in a clothing store surrounded by dead bodies. It was so romantic. Anyone who attempted to enter the store got a bullet through their brain. Well, it serves them right for interrupting such a special moment. What? Oh come on, like you're surprised that we killed random civilians and I just murdered some cops? Please, Harley...you're choosing to do this. And admit, you're loving it. My brain was right, and my thoughts weren't lying. I was enjoying every second with my puddin.

If someone saw us, he'd purposely track them down. And if they ran, or if the bullet missed their head, he'd murder them in their sleep. Ooooh! Makes me tingle with happiness just thinking about it!

Anyway...This sexual scene might take some time...but I have a confession. I haven't exactly been truthful about my past. Let's start from the beginning, when I explained my past in Arkham Asylum, that was actually our first session together...I had to take more discreet measures of showing my affection towards Mistah J and then it got...really sinister. Let's take a trip down memory lane, back to Arkham Asylum. Shall we?