"Not only that, it's everything. My life, because of you i have been through one too many ordeals. The tattoo, hair, name, job, home, drinking, everything. Before you i would never get a tattoo, ever dye my blonde hair, never shoot a man in the head i had just met the same day he hadn't hurt me.Never needed to run away, never would have wanted to put a bullet in a teenagers head, no matter how perverted he is. Hell i never wanted to kill anyone, but it was you, i wanted you so badly that i didn't see what i was doing. I became Quinn but I am now seeing that you will always be the Joker. Always get your way even if it hurts me. Remember the cartoon, Joker always hurts Harley Quinn and yet she still stays until she meets poison ivy and finally goes out on her own. I should have followed the original, you are sweet when you have everything going how you want it then you are bitter, nasty and cruel when things take a slight turn. Just like in the cartoon when Harley gets beat up or smacked by Joker, you did the same thing to me. I am tired of it, i want to go back to before you came into my life. Sure it was a good few years but now its just rainy days."
"Quinn you don't mean that , sure i get angry and do things i later regret but you don't know what you are saying. i can't let you go never will."
I wanted to choke him out when he said that. This is a new story, I ditched the Joker but failed to keep him away unlike the original badass. I guess it's time i write my own story. I looked over to him and I saw something in his eyes, something different, scary, wicked. A small smile grew on her face then he hit me , I am about to be mauled. He quickly put a cloth over my mouth and nose and I was out like a light. When i woke up later my chest was burning and i was having the worst headache, it was more like if a hangover and I migrain had a kid then that kid had a kid with a blow horn. When I woke up I was at work in one of my chairs. Joker was wiping ink off his hands for some reason and I was shirtless.
"Go on Quinn take a look."
"What did you do?"
"Just inked you up a little more, no biggie."
I got out of the chair and got out my phone. It was my worst nightmare. There were huge bold letters tattooed on my chest from shoulder to shoulder saying 'Property of Joker'. I am never getting away from him now. He has literally branded me. That fucker. I looked over at him and he seemed quite happy with his work.No wonder my skin burned, couldn't he have done it in a thinner font. He walked over to me and I stepped back,when there's nowhere else to go he held me by the shoulders just looking at the words. I should be happy he didn't do it on my face.
"Ok then wait a few hours then you can put your tshirt on."
"I know it isn't the first time you have given me a tattoo without permission."
"Hm i guess you right. Honestly you should be happy I didn't carve it into your skin with a knife. I must admit i thought about it for a second before beginning but then i thought that would be too much work and too much blood to clean up with such little time. Don't you think Quinn?"
"You're sick."
"And yet you still fell in love with me."
He kissed me on the forehead and left the room. He is right. I fell in love with a sick bastard and didn't see it all these years. FUCK ME. After it dried I changed into my work clothes, ordered two subway sandwiches and went up to Joker's office. I handed him his and was about to leave when he grabbed my wrist.
"Come on Joker, i need to eat."
"Joker? Why call me Joker all of a sudden?"
"Well to be fair you did tattoo it on my skin."
"True. Have a seat."
I knew exactly what he meant, he didn't mean a hair. I put his sandwich on his desk as well as mine and pulled me onto his lap. I think I have really become numb to it at this point. He had a wide smile on his face as he began caressing my face. I remember the moment like this when we went to paris, it was the last moment i remembered after we....(NOT SUITABLE FOR VIEWERS 😂😂). Hell i didn't remember shit after round five. Paris was a long time ago, the Joker in Paris is still in Paris i don't think he ever left.
"Quinn how about we leave on a little emergency today."
I knew what he meant, whever he told his men there was a medial emergency we had to attend to it meant fuck off we are going on a date. Like the night that poor business man signed his death certificate, we were in an emergency and I had to go before him. I guess if I stuck with him i might as well enjoy it. Plus if i'm going to get rid of Dallas i need Joker to believe things were back the way they used to be and that i didn't mind him killing Dallas which i really didn't tell you the truth.
"Sure, i'll make reservations."
"Ok i'll come pick you up around lets say 7."
"Ok that sounds good, I have less patients around that time anyways."
As he pulled me closer to kiss me Dallas came in without knocking. He is about to get the lecture of a lifetime, everyone who has worked for Joker long knows never disturb him when he is in the middle of something.
"Boss there.....Quinn get out of here, there is something important."
He did not seriously just say that, i didn't have to patch him up you know, i could have let him bleed out last night and telling me to just get out, no good morning, excuse me , or THANKS. I hope he is never my patient ever again. So fucking rude.
"First of all Dallas, you don't order Quinn around second, you knock before coming in. I was a little busy. Third, what was so important you couldn't tell me over the phone."
"Boss sorry but Viper is here. He wants to make a deal, he is on the other side of that door."
"Ok Quin stay where you are, not even the hallways sare safe right now, Dallas let him in."
Viper FUCK, he is the thir scarriest person in teh world under my sister on her period an dJoker without coffee. His red cornrows an dhis lizard tongue mak ehim look extra crepy, seriously i mean who teh fuck splits their tongue. He walks in and immediately looks at me and smiles. Eww, all his teeth in his damn head are gold, you can thank Joker for that. Few years back he was in Joker's territory and had it out in an alley, two punches an dJoker knocked out each and every tooth out of this fucker's head. Had to get new ones. Jolker wasn't even touched. The guy didn't have a chance, even though I knew that.
"Ah Mr.J, nice to see you, I see you got your misses back."
"Nice to see you too now cut to the crap what is this i hear about a deal."
"Well it involves your precious Quinn there."
"I am not into sharing Viper."
"No no , you can keep your faggot to yourself its actually his skills i want."
"Say what now?"
"Let's just say our doc had a little accident and well word around the cartels and gangs is that Quinn has the best hands."
"Yeah and so?"
"I want to share, we send our delicate patients here and he takes care of them , you know patch them up and all that good stuff."
"What do you get out of it? He's already swamped with our own guys, why put him under more work."
"Well for one truce, you don't go after our guys we don't go after yours and we don't try to steal each other's territory."
"Really that sit, you know you are no threat to us Viper."
"Well then how about i dont kill Quinn right her right now, you get to keep your little fuck buddy if my guys get taken care of."
"You should know better than to threaten me."
Viper pulled out a gun and pointed it right at my head, I wasn't even worried because Joker had a gun under his desk already in his hand ready to shoot. He always shoots first, I bet he's going for the knees.
"So Mr.J we got a deal."
*BANG BANG
Joker shot Viper in both of his legs, Viper fell to the ground and teh guards came ein.
"Oh Viper you should have known better. After all these years, that threat wasn't going to get you anywhere. So here's how things are going to go..."
I got off of Jokers lap and he walked over to Viper who was on the ground trying to control the blood flow. Joker squatted down with the gun in his hands and smiled.
"You can bring your beat up guys here, Quinn will patch them up real nice and with each body that comes in sends 5 grand with them, that is easy less than any hospital bill, if you think about it. If they don't make it which has never happened by the way you get back half of the money. If they die on the way over here, keep all the money and your body of course. Oh and let's keep the treaty thing that was the only good part of your plan i actually liked. Quinn how much minutes i got left?"
"One."
"Ok now because i caused this is on the house, Quinn is going to path you up, try anything and the Viper clan is going to need a new leader.Take him away Quinn the boys aren't in yet so hav eDalas help you and keep you company in the cave."
"Ok."
“Wait, I haven't even answered."
"I'll come down in a second no worries you're in good hands, with Quinn at least not mine. I come talk to you later you only have a minute or less until you lose too much blood."
Dallas came in and helped me lift Viper off of the ground, heb etter not get blood on my clothes especially after he just called me a faggot and Joker's fuck buddy not too long ago. When we got him downstairs Dallas went to get a gun while I grabbed the tools I needed as well as the gown I needed to keep things lean. I got on my gloves and grabbed the scissors, as i was about to cut through her pants he gave me the death stare.
"Sorry hun gotta cut through them."
"I'll take them off myself and I ain't your hun."
He took off the pants and cursed every second of doing it. Ha he was wearing emoji boxers, he should have just let me cut through them because i will never forget this. I put him to sleep and began operating. Dallas came back and looked like he was going to be sick watching, I told him he could wait outside, Viper was under anyways. After the operation Joker came down and gave me my sandwich, Viper was out like a light on the bed.
Joker walked up and checked out his wound. Don't know why but I began eating.
"Quinn dude, how can you eat? I couldn't even stay in the room."
"Hunger does shit to you over the years."
"Quinn, he looks good but i have one question."
'What."
"Why does he have a boner."
"Oh right about that , he got them constantly throughout his operation."
"You-"
"Fuck no, some people just relax like that happened all the time in some of the guys that get shot, especally if they get shot."
"Wait so what happened to chicks?"
"You don't want to know"
"I'll take your word for it."
Just after I finished my sandwich Viper woke up and immediately covered his hard on that was sticking up from under the sheet. I gave him some medication and some orange juice.
"Ok now are you ready to give me your answer?"
"Wait a minute, I just got shot for god's sake."
"I know I was the one who shot you."
Viper downed the pills and asked for his pants that I so graciously washed out for rhim. He snatched them from me and put them on. Next time i'm going to give him something bitter.
"Answer NOW."
"It's a deal."
"Ok then i already have a contract in order."
"Seriously what are you the devil or some shit with this long ass contract."
"Break it and you will find out."
"Ok shit gimme a pen faggot."
"Don't make me take this happen and play tic tac toe on that leg of yours."
"Shit, didn't know you had a violent bone in your body."
I handed him a pen and he signed without even reading. WIth Joker i would read every word then think on it for a week, he really is the devil when it comes to contracts. Dallas escorted Viper out to hsi car where his men were waiting. All the Boys were coming in and were briefed on what happened, along with the new rules. When i got back to my cave it was filled with Viper's men yelling and calling me faggot. Faggot here, faggot i need this , faggot i need that. I am over this bull. I stood on top of one of the metal stools and began yelling.
"Listen up Viper mother fuckers, it only me in this whole building who can patch you up, so teh next dude who calls me a faggot will get a scappel to the nutts, you only need one. Call me Quinn like everybody else. Understand."
The room was so quiet that you could drop a pin and hear it.
"Ok so this is how things work in here, shallow cuts go to the end of the line out in the lobby, bullet wounds, deep cuts or broken bones line up in that order."
They all organized themselves while a few guys came down collecting the cash. from each person I treated. Joker has two guards out in the lobby, two inside and ha sme carrying a gun attached to my ankle. By the time i was done treating everyone it was 6:45. I have been working since 5am and trust me when i say that date is overdue it is overdue. I Didn't get lunch because I was dealing with all these royal assholes. When they were all finally resting I had the guards bring in a big white board. I wrote my contact in case of emergency and personal care notes for all of them when they wake up for those still under from their operation. I went upstairs and checked if there were any reservations left, with all this I forgot all about them. Thankfully there were five left, I booked it and busted out my backup,back up clothes since i'm already wearing my back up. I pulled on the white polo and blck pant stephen trew the Jacket on. When I got upstairs Jokers door was open and I smelled his cologne. I went inside to find Scarlet sitting on his lap. She is the right hand for the Viper Clan. When i came in she quickly got up off his lap and straightened out her red shirt and acted like she was adjusting her spaghetti strap top. Joker got up out of his chair clearing out his throat.
Honestly I wasn't shocked she was here, I wouldn't be surprised if the next thing someone tells me is that she jumped his bones while I was running away.
"Um Quinn you know better to knock."
"The door was already open and we have reservations."
"Well still announce yourself next time."
"Will do wouldn't want to catch you and your prostitute going at it."
"Oh Qunnie Poo, don't insult what you wish you were."
"Ok all the better don't insult me."
"Ugh."
"Quinn you know about those reservations-"
"No worries, I'll cancel them. I have better things to do than to have an awkward dinner."
I left the room, what else was I supposed to do. You know i might just enjoy making Joker jealous, the fucker deserves it. I went back downstairs to find Dallas sleeping on the job. I snapped my fingers and he jumped up and pointed the gun right at me.
"Try me motherfucker."
"Jesus Quinn why are you in such a bad mood?"
"Hm maybe from being tattooed against my will this morning not to mention the 14hour shift show i just pulled off. Also having my dinner reservations canceled because the prostitute is upstairs."
"Well damn, wanna have a drink?"
"You're not old enough to drink."
"I'm not old enough to be carrying a firearm yet here we are,"
"Touche"
I went into my closet and pulled out a bottle of Vodka and two glasses.
"Damn what has this job done to you?"
"You don't want to know the half of it.
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