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This was your first time. First time stepping out of the gloomy police department to go arrest a criminal. You were ecstatic with a small hint of nervousness. Of course anybody would be nervous when being suddenly slung into a treacherous situation that could possibly end your life. But, you were prepared. All the hours and money you spent training; preparing yourself for the most ruthless felon out there, lurking in the shadows of Gotham, trying to hurt a poor innocent soul. You weren’t gonna let that happen – not again. Not on your watch. So when you heard that you’d be on Commissioner Gordon’s team tonight your wide, doe like {eye color} eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
You and your comrades all stood in the small room that you’d refer to as ‘The Meeting Room’. You’d only been in here once, not counting this, to bring in evidence against a man who called himself ‘Two-Face’. But now you’re standing here, soaking up every little detail about this drafty room. Counting the cracks on the walls, to trying to figure out what cause that mysterious stain on the foggy one-way window, and how the florescent lights that hung over you flickered once every three minutes. The illuminating ceiling lights cast down a harsh pale blue light, painting Commissioner Gordon’s tired face in a muted sapphire color.
The older man cleared his throat, pushing up his spectacles ever so slightly. His dark eyes were cast downwards while he shuffled through files of paperwork that he healed in his peach colored hands. Slowly he flicked his eyes up, gazing at everyone in the room, including you. A wave of excitement pushed through your body when his eyes landed on you. This wasn’t a dream; you were actually here, working alongside the Commissioner!
“A lot of you in here already know why we’re here,” He said, his voice was filled with stress and irritation. “So, I’ll just cut to the chase.” He took a breath. “We were given an anonymous tip about the whereabouts of Harleen Quinzel and The Joker. We also have new evidence against them to prove that they committed the bank heist that took place five days ago.”
“So, what’s the plain?” Asked the man that stood behind you. Your {eye color} orbs flicked towards him and quickly landing back on the Commissioner. The grey haired man took lightly pulled out one of the many papers that rested in his hands, his eyes still scanning the room. The picture he held was an image of a nightclub of some sort. It was a huge brick building covered in bright neon arbitrary graffiti, and there were no signs of windows anywhere.
“We are going to circle this building, while the other half will come with me inside, where we’ll make our arrest.” Gordon said, he then flipped through more papers until he landed on one that made him grimace. He slowly tugged the paper put of the stack. His dark eyes becoming harsher with each passing second. “The Joker and Harley are bad people; they’re unpredictable; they’re dangerous. They will kill you without a second thought – that’s why we have to be careful when we do this.” He shook the picture a bit while he talked.
That picture was something else. It was mugshots but they held a darker tone than any mugshot you’ve seen before. It was a man and a woman, both looking into the camera, holding name plates while doing so. But something was…Off about the whole image. The woman’s blonde hair was styled in messy twin pigtails. Her pale face was covered in dirt and sweat, but no makeup. Her blue irises peered right into your own eyes, one of her thick eyebrows is quirked up, like she knows you’re checking her out. Her slightly chapped lips tugged into a small grin. Her slim, dainty fingers held onto the nameplate. Red and blue fingernails digging into the black metal that spelled out her name.
Harley Quinn
Your big {eye color} eyes lingered over towards the man. His mugshot was drastically different than Harley’s. His short hair was slicked back, some wild strains stuck onto his pale, milky forehead. The word ‘Damaged’ was tattooed on top of his forehead and poked out underneath his hair. His brightly dyed green hair was a huge contrast to his muted white skin. And his lips were covered in bright crimson lipstick. The red makeup smeared across his cheek. His lips were pulled back into a psychotic smile, showing his unique teeth. They were sloppily covered in grey metal, some of them were covered in his lipstick. But what stuck out even more was his eyes. His bright cerulean eyes were wide. They were filled with violence, darkness, and pure insanity. Just looking at that man made your whole body involuntary shivered with fear. He griped his name plate in his pale hands.
The Joker
You sucked in a long breath, trying to calm down your already thumping heart. The chatter of your fellow police officers snapped you out of your daze. You didn’t hear what Commissioner Gordon said but almost half of your comrades shuffled out of the room, Gordon with them. You wrapped your arms around yourself, {hair color} falling in your face.
“C’mon, {Name}. Let’s go.” One of your colleagues said, you nodded your head. Following them out the now empty room. You were still excited but now your fear was doubled. Are you sure you could do this?
You raced down the rainy dark street of Gotham. You rev your motorcycle, following the police car in front of you. Your eyes narrowed as you curved and dodge random cars that zoomed passed you. {Skin tone} fingers gripped the handles until your knuckles turned white, you’re getting closer towards the club. Where Joker and Harley reside, and you were scared shitless.
You roughly halted at the curb, tossing your black helmet onto the wet concrete. You walked around the other police officers, all of them are already in position, guns in hands. You flicked your wet {eye color} orbs, pulling out your hand gun. Gordon took a gaze at your direction, signaling for you to follow him and you do. The heavy sound of your feet splashing into large puddles hit your ears. You were ready for this, you were prepared.
You stood next to him, giving him a small nod. And without warning he kicked the door down, a horde of you and your teammates all scattered though the small back door. The sound of people screaming and gunshots ranged into your ears. The bright fiery lights shimmered down, covering everyone in the building. The loud, obnoxious music blared and blasted, shaking your whole body.
You gritted your teeth, aiming your gun at a random gangster’s leg, and shoot. Making him tumble towards the floor. Swiftly, you dived behind a random table, hiding from the gunshots.
You shut your eyes, blocking the falling broken glass that scattered everywhere. Your breathing was labored and your heart was beating at an alarming rate.
You felt like you were gonna pass out at any given moment. You slide your body down lower, hoping the stray bullets won’t hit your person. You tilted your head up, only to see something odd happing upstairs. You saw two people up there, taking their sweet time leaving the chaos that’s taking place downstairs. You recognize those two people…
“Harley and Joker…” You murmured to yourself, “I gotta stop them.” You dashed away from the battered table covered in bullet holes, and jumped over the fallen debris and towards the golden stairs. You practically jumped over the stairs from how fast you were running up them. Everything went by so fast, you didn’t even have time to think about your next move.
“Freeze! Put your hands up, now!” You screamed pointing your gun at the taller man that stood in front of you. He looked more insane, more terrifying in real life. But also beautiful at the same time in an abnormal way. The bright flashing lights from the guns and the fiery warm luster of the club lights danced across his pale milky skin, his body was adorned in a maroon dress shirt and black slacks with black dress shoes. He slowly put his hands up, a twisted smirk played on his face.
“Well, well, well~” he uttered, dragging out the last ‘well’. His voice was raspy and deep. So much different than you imagined it would be. You blinked a few times and cleared your throat, trying to find your sudden lost voice. His smile got wider by the second, he notices how scared you are of him. And he loves it. “C’mon, Ms. Cop, ain’t ya gonna arrest me?” He asked, his body slightly swaying side to side. You quickly nodded your head, “I-I am…” You stuttered, still pointing your gun at him. There was silence that surrounded you two again, your breathing becoming hard and rigid. He let out a small chuckle, making you jump. His laughter was harsh and terrifying.
He took a step towards you.
“Stay back!” You yelled, shaking your gun.
He smiles and took two more steps towards you.
“I said stay back! Stay back or I’ll shoot!”
He tilted his head to the side, like a child would do when they’re confused.
“And why would ya wanna do that, doll face?” He asked, grinning at you. His baby blue eyes peered into your whole being, he was more intimidating in real life than in his mugshot. He slowly licked his ruby red lips, smearing his lipstick.
He took three more steps, he was now right in your face.
“Gimme the gun, lovely…” He whispered, his breath was intoxicating. It smelt of whisky and other contents you couldn’t describe. He looked so gorgeous and ferocious all at the same time. He rested his tattooed hand over your {skin tone} hands, the gun was still pointed at him, with your finger resting on the trigger, and you could just kill him. Right now. And you’d be deemed as a hero.
So why didn’t you do it?
Your hands fell towards your sides, your eyes no leaving his form. “Ahh, you’re such a good girl, ain’t ya.” He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb running across your lips, half of you wanted to want to slap his hand away and snatch the gun from him. The other side wanted to lick his fingers and suck on them for hours. Why were you thinking like this?
“Oh, you’d be so…Perfect!” He breathed out, whipping his head back. “So compliant! So obedient!” He tugged you closer towards him, your bodies rubbing against each other, he growled when he felt your breast rubbing against his cheats. His tongue slowly ran over your earlobe, you try to pull away but his grip was iron tight.
“To bad I gotta do this to ya, sweetie.” He whispered. You turned your head in confusion until you felt an unbearable pain race through your abdomen. He roughly pushed you off of him, making you fall onto the shag carpet, blood seeped out of your stomach. Bright crimson liquid stained your coat and {skin tone} fingers. Your eyes filled with thick tears, you’ve never been shot before…
You let out a long wail of pain, “Help! Someone help me!” You cried, rolling onto your side.
“Sorry, sweetpea, but ain’t nobody gonna hear you all the way up here~” The green haired male smirked. He lightly kicked your leg, like you were some sort of broken toy.
“Oh, Harley, y’know what to do…”
“Hu-h?” You whimpered out, and without warning you were hit in the head, knocking you out instantly. Your vision fades into black, the last thing you saw were the demented smiles that belonged to Joker and Harley.