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Making out with the Joker would include :

(Woooo more nasty prompts! WOoo the Joker 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original)

-Him usually starting it as he simply couldn’t let go of your lips the moment you’d try to back away from his kiss

-Him showing his possessiveness by gripping your cheeks and reaching to your hair as he sloppily delves his tongue into your mouth

-Him laughing and smirking maniacally to hear your little moans and whimpers, only to tell you to breath in and out in between kisses

-Him pulling you tightly to him and if he can pulling you to sit completely on his lap as his hand travels down to feel your body

-Him nipping and bitting at your lips simply because he wants to hear you moan and beg for more

-Him occasionally making you feel his scars, only to laugh and start kissing you again, seeing how needy you are

-Him gripping your hair to pull you back just to ask you who do you belong to, only to be satisfied once you say what he wants to hear

-Him getting rough and tearing your shirt to attack your neck and chest, only to hand you his jacket to cover yourself whenever you are both done

-Him gripping your waist to control the way you would grind up against him

-Him always leaving hickeys and bite marks to make everyone realize that you’re his

Totally a Tie

One-Shot: Can I have a Harley Quinn One-Shot when we wreak havoc on Gotham City? Announcements: Sorry if it’s a little short but I still hope you all enjoy! Warnings: Violence and explosions. General chaos

Screams and gunfire echoed through the night. You were panting heavily, not with fear, but with excitement. Harley cackled beside you as she shot out a window, watching the glass fall down like razor sharp snow. She looked over at you and smiled, you smiled back. The plan was simple, have as much fun and cause as much chaos as possible before Bat and Brats showed up.

Harley grabbed your hand and ducked inside a building, “Ooh,” you said, “Where we goin’ now?”

She looked back, “To the rooftop, to see our masterpiece, puddin’.”

And what a masterpiece it was. Shattered glass littered the streets, fire danced freely throughout the buildings of Gotham, the screams of terror sounded like music without rhythm or rhyme. You closed your eyes and listened. You heard Harley ‘Ooh-ing’ and 'Ahh-ing’ and the work the two of you had done that night.

You nudged her shoulder to get her attention, “I bet I can throw a grenade farther than you can.”

She grabbed one from off her belt with a competitive glint in her eyes, “Bring it on!”

You grabbed one as well, “Together?”

Harley rolled her shoulders, getting warmed up, “On three, puddin’.”

You pulled the pins, “One… Two… Three!”

You chucked it out as hard as you could and grabbed Harley’s hand, waiting for the familiar boom.

They went off at the exact same time, one creating a crater in a roof and the other toppling a billboard. The two of you laughed and whooped at the intoxicating sight of the destruction you had just caused.

“Well,” you said, “I think it was a tie.”

“You’re just sayin’ that cause you lost.”

“Nooope. A tie. This was a tie through and through.”

She chuckled, “Whatever lets you sleep at night.”

The two of you sat for another moment, again taking time to admire your destructive masterpiece. You sighed and grabbed Harley’s hand this time.

“What do you want to do next?”

“Hmm,” she thought, “How about a movie?”

“Sounds fun! We can even get candy and a soda, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Me too! Wreakin’ havoc sure does work up an appetite.”

The two of you laughed and made your way off the roof and back onto the burning street.

All throughout the movie, you still told yourself it was a tie.

A Cold Night In Gotham

One shot: Could you do a one shot, Where when Bruce first sees you he’s Batman, and then he sees you working for him at one of his party’s, he can’t keep his eyes off of you and you feel him looking so you turn and look at him, He gets up and asks you to dance? Announcements: Hope you enjoy! Warnings: None It was a cold night in Gotham, not unusual, but still unpleasant. Currently you were walking home from your job- sorry, ex job, in the middle of the night. You knew it was stupid, being out this late at night by yourself, but your ride never showed up so you didn’t really have any other choice. You stuffed your frigid fingers into your pockets and made your way across the street, trying to stay in the better lit parts of the sidewalk. All of a sudden, it started raining down on you in sheets. You were about to groan in protest to the weather when a sweaty palm clamped over your mouth and pulled you back into a darkened ally. “Scream, and I’ll kill ya, got it! You got that!”

You nodded in reply, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to come spilling out at any moment. Whirling around you were met face to face with a skinny man, and looking down you caught the flash of silver that signaled he had a gun.

“Give me all you got! But you make a single move I swear I won’t think twice about blowin’ your face all over the ally walls, now hurry up!”

You moved slowly and managed to grab your wallet. It didn’t have much but you weren’t about to argue with the guy. It didn’t make you feel any better that he was possible shaking just as bad as you were, remember kids, shaking hands can get people killed! You reached out your wallet to the skinny man, but your hands were shaking so badly that you dropped it.

You held your breath and looked at him, “Well come on,” he said, “Get it! And be quick about it.”

Slowly crouching down you let yourself break eye-contact for a moment and searched for the wallet. All of a sudden, the man yelped and a second later his gun went off, echoing off of the walls of the ally. You shut your eyes and shied away from the loud sound, falling on your butt and trying to scoot away in the process.

After a few moments, you opened your eyes and looked up, containing the small gasp that tried to escape from your lips. A figure in all black with what looked like horns on his head stood not even five feet away from you, tossing away the skinny man’s gun as he dropped to the cold, wet ground.

Scrambling back to your feet you looked at the figure, “Wh- who are you?”

He half turned towards you, “I’m the Batman,” and with that, he took something from off of his belt and soared up and back into the night.

You stared, shocked at the place where he had been, and then looked up after him, “Thank you!” you yelled over the roar of rain, and started back on your way home.

—-

A few weeks passed, and eventually your friend hooked you up with another job, this time it was working as a server for one of the rich guys in Gotham, Wayne was his name. It took quite a while to get the job though, you had to go through about a hundred background checks before you were even interviewed, but that was ok, it paid pretty well which was good enough for you. Tonight was your first actual major party, well, charity ball that you had worked at yet, which excited you. You shook out your shoulders, straightened your clothes, carefully grabbed a platter with multiple glasses of champagne, and walked out of the kitchen doors and into the quieter atmosphere of the party.

You walked around for a bit, handing out glasses, taking away the old ones. To be honest it was kind of boring, just standing there, smiling like a robot to every guest who bothered themselves to look in your direction, it was getting kind of difficult to suppress your yawns. Soon though, you started to feel uneasy, like you were being watched. Carefully you began to swivel your head, looking around the large room for the source of the feeling, finding nothing you shook your head. You were just being silly, you thought, nothing is happening and no one is staring. You smiled slightly, you’re just being paranoid, turning around you almost spilt the tray onto someone that was standing right behind you.

“Oh!” you said, managing to gain control of the drinks, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t see you there… Mr. Wayne! I’m so sorry.”

Bruce Wayne, your boss, stood behind you, smiling, “It’s ok, don’t worry about it. What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you replied

“Well, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to dance?”

You stared at him, “That would be lovely, but I am still working.”

He looked around, “Well, I know the boss, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. Especially for someone as beautiful as you.”

Your cheeks flushed bright pink, was he actually serious? “O-ok, I guess. Thank you.”

You set down the tray of drinks and followed Wayne out onto the little area where people were dancing gracefully to the song.

“I must warn you,” You began, “I have no idea how to dance.”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

It took you a moment, but then there you were, spinning gracefully around the dance floor in your not-so-expensive servers outfit with none other than Bruce Wayne, the billionaire. You couldn’t really see but you thought that everyone was staring at the two of you. To be honest you were kind of warming up to the guy, it’s like you’ve met him before.

Just another cold night in Gotham? Yeah, right.