Currently dashing the hopes of my parents. (lolasenvy) wrote in knivesandlint,
Currently dashing the hopes of my parents.

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Sunshine Part 8

Story Title: Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone) Part VIII
Summary: Desdemona Gets Medieval.
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: The Joker/Desdemona/Harley Quinn
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't believe anyone owns the Joker. Joker for all! But I bet DC comics and Warner Bros. might disagree.
Author Notes: Violence. You really should the "Moonlight" series for this to make sense. Comments are teh awesome!

Harley was stiff from hanging, and numb from the cold. She began to wonder if she had been left to die. She cried, and her tears stung her cheeks in the cold. She heard something in the darkness, and felt relieved that someone must be there to help her.

Desi lifted the pin out of the door and pulled the heavy latch to open it. She stepped through the plastic curtain and into freezer. Switching the light on, she approached Harlene, who was momentarily blinded after spending almost two days in the dark.

Desi stood there, running her tongue over her teeth, watching Harlene balance on her toes to relieve the pressure on her hurt arm. Desi looked at her arm, which was discolored but remarkably well preserved. Must be the cold. she thought. Harlene sniffled, but said nothing.

"You might want to have that arm looked at." Desi said to her. Harlene looked at her fleetingly, moving her eyes back to the floor. "What do you want from me?" she asked quietly. Desi reached for her knife, and started at Harlene's top, cutting each piece of her clothing away.

"I'm getting better at this." Desi said nonchalantly, turning to look into her eyes, "Guess who taught me." Harlene took a panicked breath, "Mr...Mr. J?" Desi smirked, "None other." Harlene shivered as her naked form responded to the cold.

"Watch out, I don't want to cut you." Desi replied, "Well, by accident." She stepped back and looked over Harlene, who would shiver, lose her balance, and fall on her hurt shoulder causing her to cry out in pain every few minutes.

"Harley?" Desi waved, "Up here, babe. We got a long way to go yet, come on and look at me." Harlene began to lean to one side, trying to take as much pressure off her injured arm as she could. "Look at Me!" Desi yelled, stunning Harlene still. She looked up at Desi, fear in her eyes.

"Aren't you pretty?" Desi said, "I can see why he picked you." Harlene twisted around to look at Desi as she walked. "Mr. J loves me." she said. Desi laughed out loud, stopping to take a breath. Harlene blinked twice, "He does." she insisted.

"'Mis-tah J'" Desi mocked, "loves Mr. J. Trust me." Desi knelt before Harlene. "Maybe he just doesn't have it for you." Harlene started timidly, "You know, maybe you didn't hit it off." Desi looked up at the woman hanging there rationalizing with her.

She brought her hand to her mouth, stopped for a moment as the words sank in. Then, she quickly swiped three times across Harlene's stomach. Slowly, red lines began to appear, and Harlene cried and rocked back and forth on her toes.

Rising to her feet, Desi said calmly, "The thing is, loving him..." she brought a hand to Harlene's chest, "It's painful. You gotta be willing to do things..." Desi walked around to her back, tracing criss-crosses with her knife into Harley's back, "things that other people wouldn't do."

Harlene screamed and bucked from the pain as the fine cuts created a checkerboard on her back and the blood filled creases, pooling slowly in the small of her back. Desi stood admiring her work, "You really think what you have is love?" she asked, amazed.

Harlene sniffled again, trying to calm herself. "He just needs understanding, I could help him. I could save him." Harlene rambled. Desi's eyes grew wide as she listened. If she hadn't just heard it, she would've never believed it. She walked around to face her, still stunned at her response.

"You really believe all that, don't you?" Desi asked, lowering the hook and allowing Harley to slip to the ground. Harley began breathing heavy from the relief on her shoulders. "Yeah." she replied wearily, "I love him, and I really think I could help him."

Desi stared at her, unsure of what to say. She have never imagined that her rival would be so checked out. Harley just sat there on her destroyed clothes, sore and bleeding. Desi watched her as she felt around for something to cover herself, shivering almost uncontrollably.

"There's just one more thing." Desi said as she approached Harley. She lifted Harley's chin up to meet her gaze, made a fist and sprayed Harley right in the face with fear toxin. Harley coughed and fell backward, gasping for air.

Her vision became rubbery and Desi features grew crude and frightening. She grew to loom over her like a giant and her voice was low, guttural, and booming. Harley hid her face in her hands and began whimpering loudly. "LOOK AT ME!" she heard, as she sat petrified.

"I said look at me." Desi said calmly. "You may have him now, but only because I gave him to you. If you ever cross me again, or get in my way, they'll never find you. I'll eat your heart myself, do you understand?"

"Yes!" Harley cried, frightened beyond reason. "I won't! I promise!" Desi grinned sadistically. Bending over, she produced an envelope, which she began folding up. "This note is for Commissioner Gordon. Do you understand?" Desi continued, nodding slowly to make her point.

Harley nodded quickly, looking away. Desi grabbed her chin, "Open up now." she ordered, stuffing the envelope into Harley's mouth and securing it with clear tape. She patted Harley on the cheek as she whimpered, and walked out of the refrigerator, leaving her naked in the darkness.

She exited the fridge, and turned to the two men which were waiting on her. "Hello guys!" she said merrily, rubbing her gloved hands together. "The woman in there..." she instructed, pointing to the fridge, "She goes to the police department, and she goes as she is. No clothes, understand?"

The boys looked at each other, "Sure thing, ma'am. Anything else you need." Desi scratched her head, "Make sure she hits the pavement rolling, ok boys? Get some distance when you throw her."

Later that afternoon, on a busy street in downtown Gotham, a large SUV slowed in front of the police station and a naked woman was thrown, bleeding, onto the sidewalk. On her chest was 'Care of: Jim Gordon' written in permanent ink. Her mouth was taped shut, and she laid in the fetal position crying uncontrollably.

When the tape was removed, and the note discovered, all the woman would say is "SheJoker. You've gotta protect me from her. She...Joker."

Ain't No Sunshine Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII

If you're lost, check out the first story, "What a Little Moonlight Can Do"
Final Chapter and links to all previous chapters here
Tags: featuring: harley quinn, featuring: the joker, genre: movieverse, rating: pg-13
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