|Why So Serious?
Author: Demon-girl15 PM
A triple crossover between HP/Batman/Teen Titans. Violet Potter finds herself in the hands of the Joker and he has big plans for her.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Harry P. & Joker - Chapters: 6 - Words: 9,608 - Reviews: 62 - Favs: 144 - Follows: 179 - Updated: 05-07-12 - Published: 01-25-12 - id: 7774098
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I did a batman story and I enjoyed writing it so I made another story for a FemHarry. This time it features someone more deadly.
Special thanks to Fafnir's Treasure who helped me with this story. Most of the details have been improved, thanks to him.
Demon Girl15 presents "Why so serious?
The dark figure dances across the empty warehouse in obvious delight. In the middle of the house was another figure with a sack covered over their head. The second figure was tied to a chair and showed the lovely curves of a twenty year old figure. She wore a green tube top that brought out her eyes and drew attention to the cleavage of her perky 'c' cup breasts and showed off her flat, slightly muscled, tummy.
The man ceased his jubilant dancing and strode to the tied and struggling figure. The man drew from a sheath on his belt a short dagger, the noise of metal on leather making the prisoner flinch. The man chuckled at her reaction and simply cut the sack away, revealing natural, strawberry red hair set in a short pixie cut. She opened her clenched eyes and emerald green orbs glared up at her captor. The man absently played with his knife, the blade glinting in the dim overhead lighting.
"Violet Potter..." said the man, his voice higher than would be expected.
"Saviour of a hidden world. A young woman who fights her hardest to bring justice and balance to a bigoted establishment." The man giggled like he was remembering a private joke. "You must be so bored!"
"Who are you?" asked Violet, the heroine glaring at the figure, struggling against the ropes that tied her to the chair.
"Please, try and break free. It makes this more entertaining. I always wanted to test that core blocker drug and it works." whispered the voice as the figure slowly paced around, his voice mocking her as he spoke "Now where was I? Ah, yes. The boredom." The man walked behind her and Violet felt the gloved fingers brush over her cheekbones and up to her forehead, revealing the lightning bolt scar. "Fighting for the so called light." The man drew out the word "Light", mocking the word with his voice. "Being the poster girl for good, sweet and innocent." His hand left her scar and trailed down to her stomach, pressing against her tummy.
"I said who are you." said Violet.
"YOU WILL WAIT UNTIL I HAVE FINISHED!" screamed the man. Violet was startled to see a small patch of green hair enter the light before it disappeared. "You see. You were a survivor. Like me, of course. "But I think you're fighting for the wrong side."
"I fight to protect people. If you have a problem with that, then I'm sorry." said Violet.
"Oh," said the man, apparently surprised. "Do I have a problem with that?"Violet could hear the man whipping his head back and forth. "I just think you're being very naive." said the man. "Your childhood was similar to mine. Tell me, how have you not gone insane with a piece of the Dark Lord's soul inside of you?" The man sighed. "I have so many questions. You've been betrayed by your friends and yet you've forgiven them. Boyfriends leave you for being innocent. Men have tried to rape you, but you always try to stun them..."
"I have rules that I follow. Maybe you should do the same." replied Violet.
"Why should I?" laughed the man. "I have some rules. Rule number one. Do whatever you like. Finished." At Violet's face, he giggled in a high pitch voice. Violet's expressions were a mixture between fear and anger. "Why so serious? I am saving you from a life of boredom."
"You call this saving? And what do you want from me?" asked Violet as a gloved hand reached out and it played with the outer material of her skirt.
"Well, I have a problem. A large one. One that could change your life." said the man.
"And what is that?" said Violet.
"Well. I'm a dog chasing cars. And I've caught a very pretty one and the thing is that I don't know what to do with it." Said the man. "Maybe I can take you out for a test drive."
Violet tried to kick out before the other hand grabbed her foot. "Oh. You want to test me?" asked the man as he moved into the light. Violet gasped in fear. The face was worse than Voldemort's. The skin was white and there were scars. They started at the corners of his lips and seem to cut through his cheekbones until they reached the side of his jaw. The hair was bright green and his eyes were black. Overall he looked like a clown, yet he carried an air power.
"Oh my god." whispered Violet in shock.
"So how do I look?" chuckled the clown. "I always thought I was handsome. HAHAHAHA!"
"You're mad." replied Violet in shock. Every attempt to escape had failed and she felt for the first time that she was helpless.
"Maybe I am. But I've never felt more alive." replied the clown.
"What's your name?" asked Violet.
"I am the Joker." whispered the green haired man before pressing the dagger against Violet's lips. "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?" The Joker licked his yellowed teeth. "My father was a proud wizard who married a proper Pure Blood. They had me and eventually it became apparent that I had no powers. My parents who once loved me turned against me. Hating the fact that I was a squib! Then one night my father, who was naturally violent, came to my bedroom after a night of drinking with some of his Death Eater friends..." the scarred man laughed as though anticipating the punchline of a joke. "How do you think my lack of power went over with that crowd!"
The Joker grabbed the back of Violet's head and she felt the blade of the dagger rest on her tongue. "He took a kitchen knife and placed it between my teeth. Then he said 'Why so serious? You should smile more!' and he carved these scars into my face.
Violet gasped as she felt the blade cut her lip, drawing blood.
"He tortured me that night. And then, I did the best thing ever! I laughed as I killed the man who was once my father with the same knife that did this to my face!" The Joker moved his head, showing Violet his scars before the dagger was taken away. "And now, I see the good side!" The Joker started laughing, a high, insane cackle that reminded Violet of Voldemort. "Now I'm always smiling!" The man then started to laugh before he stopped dramatically. His black eyes widen surprisingly and he pounded a closed fist in his other hand as though he had a sudden thought. "Oh. I just remembered."
The Joker looped surprisingly strong arms underneath Violet's knees and around her shoulders. He lifted her as though she weighed nothing and carried her, bridal style, to a new room where she was thrown onto a large fourposter bed. Parallel to the bed was a fire pit and a living area with mismatched furniture. An open hole in one of the walls led to a kitchen while a hallway just to the side had a label that read: Bathroom. There was only one way out; the way they came, and all the windows had blackout curtains drawn.
The Joker had shed his purple jacket and gloves before moving over to a dresser and pulling several something from a drawer. They looked like collars, or chokers, only they seemed to be made from a dark obsidian and had iron rings attached at the front, as though to attach to chains, or a leash.
"These are set of Slave Bands. The magic is already in them, and they use the magic from the person that's wearing them to charge them up, without permanently depleting the wearer's magical core. It doesn't even deplete it fully, but it does stop the wearer from using their magic, unless their master tells them too, of course. Now, Slave bands aren't very common anymore. The Dark families used to use them on their human slaves. Not anymore, they're too obvious and illegal. But anyone can recognise them. Slave bands, you see, control the actions of the body, unlike the imperious curse, which controls the mind, and thoughts. And they affect the mind of the slave to suit the master. Does that sound fun?"
Violet whimpered before she tried to sit up on the bed. However, the Joker took the main one and straddled her waist. "Please, don't." choked out Violet. The Joker paused as he gazed into Violet's eyes. A couple of tears leaked down and ruined the little make up she had on. The red hair looked like a fire with hints of orange and red.
With a chuckle, the Joker brushed some hair out of Violet's emerald eyes before he whispered her ear. "Why so serious." Violet's eyes widened in fear before she started to scream, kick, and spit at the Joker's direction. The Joker just laughed as the band was forced into place and Violet screamed even louder. The guards outside, who were watching out for the police and Batman, shivered as they heard the screams of terror and pain and maniacal laughter.
Three Years Later.
Gotham citizens screamed in terror as she appeared. The bodyguards assigned to her stood at her side carrying machine guns and rifles of all kinds along with bags of cash. "Hurry up you losers. Mr J doesn't like to be kept waiting!" She cried as she skipped towards the getaway van. Her outfit looked like something a biker girl would wear The leather bustier fitted her well, showing off her figure to everyone. The corset was in two colours and divided into quarters. the pattern off the bustier gave her the appearance of a jester. Along with the bustier, there were low-slung leather trousers that kept within the colour pattern. The outfit was completed by knee high heeled boots. Her hair tied up into two ponytails as she giggled insanely. Her once strawberry hair had black and red highlights at the end of each ponytail. Her skin was white as a sheet of paper whilst she had make up that gave her the panda eyes look.
She was obviously equipped for mayhem. She had two pistols on her hips while she brandished a viscous dagger in her off hand.
"Miss Quinn. What exactly did you take from the bank?" said one of the grunts. The girl stopped and turned towards the person who just spoke. A small frown appeared before it was replaced with a wide grin.
"What did you just say?" she asked. The emerald eyes flashing in anger.
"What did you take from the bank?" said the man. "I mean you spend a bit of time in that side vault."
"I think-" replied the girl before she drew her gun in a split second and shot the man in the forehead. "-that you ask too many questions." The rest of the men stared at their former teammate before the girl got their attention again. "Who's next?"
The two remaining henchmen cried out in alarm and instantly resumed working to load the getaway van, the girl shooting the occasional cop to relieve her boredom.
"Miss Quinn. We are ready to go." said the leader of the men as a long black car appeared from the backstreets. It was a low vehicle with square lines, sharp fins, and a blunt nose with a massive chrome grill. On the blunt nose was a carving of a bat.
"It's Batman!" shouted one of the men as the rest turned at his exclamation. The girl glared as she strode into the middle lane.
"Get out of here, you loser!" she yelled at the man stepping from the car. He had a scallop-hem cape and a bat-like cowl covering most of his face. On his chest, he had a smaller version of the emblem from the nose of his car, and a high-tech belt rested around his waist. The girl knew that this must be her Master's archenemy, the Batman.
"Who are you?" asked Batman, the rough voice taking in the leather wearing girl and her weapons. His eyes darken as the girl giggled as she rested a hand on the handle of her gun.
"Mr J wanted to be here, but he can't. My sweet little puddin' had to be somewhere else. People to kill, places to rob." said the girl with a little twirl, her eyes wide with delight.
"The Joker? Where is he?" asked the Batman. "Answer my question quickly and I'll get you help."
The girl dropped to one knee and palmed her breasts with her left hand while scratching the air like a cat with her right. "You wouldn't hit a women, would you, B-man?" she winked in an over-the-top manner. "And trust me, I'm all woman!"
"What's your name?" asked Batman again.
"The name is Harley. Harley Quinn. And if you think you are going to get Mr J, You'll have to go through me!"
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