#bop reader insert

Harley stood by the doorway, debating on whether she’d thought through her plan fully. The Joker and her were over, and she’d found a new love, however, her admiration for the “bad guys” was doomed to have some setbacks. 

Y/n wasn’t the setback, it was the fact that she wasn’t as closed off as Joker. Harley liked that about her, she just wasn’t fully used to it. Y/n was open with her girlfriend, soft to her and only her, just as Harley would’ve wanted.

But she was used to the emotional abuse her ex put her through, and this new relationship would take time to get used to. Luckily, they seemed to spend most of it together.

Y/n chuckled, her gun pointing upwards and resting on her shoulder. They had already scared everyone inside enough to the point where running wasn’t necessary, they walked from the bank without a problem.

“Ya know, this was fun, Harls.”

“I agree. I’ll make sure to look for some more banks when we get home...whatdya think? I can search for other...robbable places if we run out.”

“I think it sounds like an excellent idea.”

They continued walking until they approached the car. Soon enough, they were headed back to Gotham, some fast food picked up along the way and sitting in their laps.

“Seriously, Harls, I don’t know how you do it?” Y/n laughed, grabbing her fries and digging in.

“And you never will. At least, not until you somehow manage to convince me to spill...but that’ll never happen.” Her hand lunged for the salty snack, snatching a few fries before popping them into her mouth with a satisfied moan of approval.

“Hey! You have your own!”

“Yeah well,” Harley giggled, “rule number one is to not give a shit.”

Y/n rolled her eyes with a small chuckle, returning to the junk food in her lap. “I love you.”

“That’s pretty stupid of you.”

“Oh shut up Harls-”

“It’s the truth.” She shrugged, keeping her attention on the road.

“No. The truth, is that if you don’t hurry and get us the fuck home, I might just force you to pull over at the next motel, demand a room, and get you into it as soon as humanly possibly.”

Harley’s head turned to face her girlfriend, her expression full of interest and amusement. “Damn Y/n, you really know how to make a girl excited! I might just have to take you up on that deal.” Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tight her knuckles began to pale.

“Good.”

She was silent for a bit. The blond keeping quiet until the motel came into her view. “...But it is stupid of-”

“Harley, we’ve told you, you’re not allowed here.” A bouncer stood in front of the doors, crossing his arms and giving her a pleading look. For once in her villainous life, Harley had a good reputation with a number of people. Sadly, some of those people had restrictions even they couldn’t make an exception for her to.

Harley broke out the puppy eyes, “Pretty please?”

“I-” He looked around, “Fine. But don’t make a scene. If anyone knows you’re in there-”

“You’ll get fired, blah blah blah, I know.” She gave him one of her infamous smirks. “Thank you cutie!” Once she entered the club, she walked around for a moment, taking in a deep breath of air. “Well, it’s a shame this place is only open for this last night. Never partied much here.”

“They’re closing?” A woman on a stool in front of the bar Harley stood by asked, words slurred as a side effect of the alcohol she’d been drinking.

“Kind of. Hey, drink-guy! Can I get what she’s having?”

“Drinking on the job? I’m not sure whether to be proud or disappointed.” Harley’s eyes lit up, corners of her mouth reaching her eyes as she smiled. Turning around, she practically threw herself into the person’s arms. “Hello darling.”

“Baby! Do you wanna join me for a drink before we blow this joint?” She chuckled at her joke, Y/n joining in. The irony of a foreshadowing comment, paired with the cluelessness of the people surrounding them in the club made the mischievous smile on Harley’s lips grow somewhat proud.

“...Why not. Make that two, sir.”

“Mhm.” He began mixing drinks, stopping to hand people their drinks when they came to collect them.

The T.V. at the bar was at a low volume, allowing the people working to hear the music coming from the rest of the club just a bit away. It was a wonder how anyone could hear the smallish box on the counter.

Then the news played, the man at the bar furrowing his eyebrows as he turned it up.

“Let me tell you, today’s news is far more shocking than anything I’ve ever heard us say. Harley getting captured? Joker breaking her out? Joker and her breaking up? None of it was as shocking as the newest crime committed. The one we never thought was possible.”

“The Joker has been found dead.” A photo of The Joker, covered by a big red X appeared on the screen. “While normally, we’d be beyond happy, celebrating and cheering, there is a catch to this blessing. The killer, and their accomplice, are none other than V/n and Harley Quinn.” Another photo showed, this one with a blurred Y/n and Harley running and holding hands.

The couple exchanged looks, recognizing the photo from when they murdered the Joker. They looked back to the T.V, listening more intensely than before.

“I thought Harley wore the crown as Joker’s queen?”

“Well it seems V/n just has a lot more of Harley’s interest than The Joker does...or did. What’s so special about V/n? Why is Harley with them? Are they dating or just working together? We have so many questions, yet no way to get our answers.”

“Besides. Harley really likes the ones who don’t give a shit about her, so it’s obviously pointless-” One of the news-guys chuckled, his partner laughing as well. “This odd relationship might just become our new research topic.”

“Screw the Joker’s death, we wanna know about V/n and Harley!” The two guys on the television snorted, eyes closed and arms holding their stomach as they laughed their asses off. 

The man at the bar shook his head as he turned the volume back down, “Sorry. It’s just... Well- I’m new here, to Gotham, and I’m... I guess I’m trying to figure out everything I may need to know... You kinda look like her, ya know.” He joked to Harley while he made her drink.

“Look like who?”

“Harley. I couldn’t see a whole lot in the photo they showed, but you kind of look like her.” He handed Y/n and Harley the drinks. “I don’t really know...sorry for bothering you. Enjoy your drinks!”

Once they were far enough away from the bar, Y/n laughed. “Jeez Harls, didn’t know you looked just like that badass from the news!”

“I feel so honored! I mean, looking like that chick?” She took a sip of her drink, “I can’t wait till we blow this place to smithereens. Scare Gotham. After having such a fucked up reputation and getting away with it only ‘cause I was with that dick?” Harley snorted, “Gotham’s gonna see that I don’t need him. They’re gonna see that the Joker was an understatement compared to me and you, right babe?”

“Right. Just give me the word and we’ll go.”

“You set everything up?” The blond downed the rest of her drink, looking around eagerly.

“Yep. While waiting for you. So now, we just get out of here, click the button, and then...” Harley imitated an explosion, eyes full of excitement and intrigue. Y/n nodded, copying Harley’s imitation with a nod. 

“I’m ready.”

Y/n downed the rest of their drink, hopping out of their seat. They left their drinks on the table, walking to the doors while maintaining eye contact with one another as they walked. Y/n pulled the door open, smiling to Harley as they let her go first, then followed behind shortly.

“Hey! Harley! You didn’t get caught in there, did you?” The bouncer chuckled.

“Nope! Thanks for letting me in.” She remembered their plan, and how the bouncer would likely never be seen again had he stayed where he was. “Um, why don’t you go get a breath of fresh air, yeah?”

“I’m outside already, Harley.”

Harley continued trying and trying. Y/n noticed, walking back around the corner and into the bouncer’s view. “I know... I mean-”

“Question.” His attention turned to Y/n, standing next to Harley with an eyebrow quirked. “Who’s car is in that parking lot back there? It’s pretty much the only car there-”

“That’s mine. Why?”

“Uh- Well, your car’s being broken into.” Y/n smirked as the bouncer’s eyes widened. He ran as fast as he could, stumbling over his feet trying to get to the lot. “Now that he’s out of the way...ready Harls?”

“Yup!” They held hands, walking away from the club and stopping in between the club and it’s parking lot. Fortunately, the space between the two was quite large, giving them enough space to be away and safe from the explosion but in range for the most recent add-on to their plan.

Clicking the button, the place erupted into flames. Helicopters appeared over the building about a half hour later. “Just on time.” Y/n pulled Harley into a harsh kiss, smiling into it when they felt the light from the copter shine on them, seeing it’s brightness through their eyelids.

Their mission was accomplished. Gotham wanted to see who Harley had heart eyes for? Why not give them what they want. Call it... business. That’s what they were doing. Business...with a little fun on the side.

Gotham’s newest rulers; this time, heart eyes were being made both ways rather than one- showing that they weren’t kidding. Harley would do anything for Y/n, and Y/n for Harley. Harley could think of a thousand cheesy sayings about love, and prove that they were true for her and her gangster.

For example, that one saying about love overpowering evil was true...in a way. Because Y/n loved her, Harley was more dangerous than she’d ever been, and with Harley loving Y/n, they were just as dangerous. The couple was like an upgraded version of Harley and the joker. Smarter, far more dangerous, even stronger, genuinely in love- not to mention, way more crazier.

But you know what they say;

It had been almost a year. She hadn’t lost track of time once. Roman wasn’t the person who’d check in on her, probably to spare his own feelings. Instead, he’d sent his best friend and right hand man, Victor Zsasz. Of course, Victor had his own opinions on Y/n’s betrayal.

“You got what was comin’ for ya. Be grateful he doesn’t want you dead.” Victor would make quips and insults every time he was in the room with her, especially if she wasn’t talkative that day. In which case, it was every day.

Today was the worst of them all. Roman had instructed Victor to fetch Y/n and bring her to him. Zsasz was overjoyed, for many reasons everyone could guess. He had pictured pretty much every possibility and outcome since Roman sent him.

Victor’s favorite images and situations were all related to Y/n’s death. It was to his disappointment when Roman simply stood in front of her for a moment or two before pulling her into a tight hug. The man walked away murmuring under his breath.

“So. Has Zsasz been treating you well?” Roman snapped his fingers and a random man-possibly-waiter rushed over, placing a plate in front of both Y/n and Roman. Sionis chuckled as Y/n began to shovel food into her mouth, “Ahaha! Well I suppose not! I’ll have to talk to him about that.”

Y/n swallowed her food down before talking. “Why are you being so nice to me? I betrayed you. If anything, I thought you’d yell at me, skin my face, or some shit like that.”

“Now why would you think that?”

Roman was completely and unusually calm. Y/n knew it was abnormal, so she prepared herself for the worst. Half of her was even expecting him to explode, all expectations verbally and, or, physically. Roman just felt off when he was calm.

“Oh gee, I dunno. After-all, I only tried to murder your ass, or at least knock you out long enough to get you in a fucking jail cell.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Getting caught.” Roman clenched his jaw, but Y/n continued talking. She could care less whether or not Roman hated her for the truth. If he wanted the truth, he could suck it up and have it, otherwise, he shouldn’t have asked for it. “I mean, yeah, I do feel like I should’ve done it before but-”

“Before what?”

“You really gonna ask me that question?”

Roman laughed like she’d said the funniest thing in the world. “Well yes, I just did, did I not?”

“I suppose you did. Well uh...I just wish I’d gone through with it before I let myself catch feelings for you.”

He sat up straighter and allowed his eyes to study her, her words catching him and hooking him like a fish. “I call bullshit.” The two at the table turned their heads to see Victor returning with a glass in hand. He seemed uninterested, offended by it even, in Roman’s fascination with Y/n.

“Call it what you want. It’s the truth. You said to tell you the truth, didn’t you?” She ignored Victor, keeping her eyes trained on Roman. “Well here’s the truth. It took me months to prepare myself to do that. I was still in the phase of doubt and guilt when I did it in the first place. Do you think I like that I did that to you? Do you think I like that I decided to deceive you instead of going for any other option?”

“It doesn’t matter whether you like it or not, girlie. You still stabbed him in the back. With a very sharp knife, might I add.”

“That will be enough, Zsasz.” Roman intervened for the first time since she’d been caught and locked up. She remembered the day after, when the man was supposed to show up with a lie-detector and Roman, but Victor joined him instead.

“Do you regret what you tried to do to Roman Sionis?” He spoke slowly.

Y/n held an expression practically made of stone as she answered every question. “No.”

Victor chuckled, not because he was happy with her actions but because he was happy with her answer. He was to tell Roman everything that happened, and he was counting on the worst possible things to come from the vigilante’s mouth. The lack of a shock only made him smile more; she was telling the truth.

“Do you think you should’ve drugged Victor Zsasz as well?”

“Yes.”

Again, no shock.

“Do you genuinely love Roman Sionis?” The man paused. “Let me rephrase that. Do you genuinely have feelings for Roman Sionis?”

Y/n hesitated with her answer. It felt like it was caught in her throat. “No.” Zsasz began to smile, knowing she’d just confessed to something that could mean her death, but his smile disappeared quicker than it had appeared. Y/n screamed as shocks ran through her body, hips lifting in attempt to escape the electricity as she squirmed violently.

That was when he promised himself he would only lie to Roman about things involving Y/n. In his mind, she was never allowed to be a part of Roman’s life ever again. If Roman knew she indeed had felt romantic feelings for him, it’d mean his mission would be a flop before it even went anywhere. So, he reported a lie, and as a result, Victor was the one to check in on Y/n instead of Roman.

After the twentieth time Victor opened the door, Y/n admitted to herself that she had a feeling she didn’t know how to feel about. She ranted to herself, but never aloud where another soul could hear her, that she really, really, fucking missed Roman.

“Why? Why not more? She’s the one who fucking lied!” Victor scoffed.

“Yes, she betrayed me and-”

“No! Not just that! She lied about being on your side! She lied by drugging your drink! She lied about not having feelings for you! She-”

“What did you say?”

Victor caught himself, replaying his own words back in his head as his eyes began to grow into bulging circles. “I- I-”

“What. Did. You. Say?”

“Well uhm...you see, she did lie a-and get shocked but... She said she didn’t have feelings for you and uh...she got shocked. I didn’t tell you because-”

Roman’s face returned to it’s natural, for him, look of red. “Because what, Zsasz?! You sabotaged my relationship because what?! I could’ve checked on her, made sure she was healthy and okay, probably healed quite a bit of what we broke, but you convinced me she wanted nothing to do with me?!”

Y/n stayed silent, but that didn’t prevent her from glaring daggers into Victor. If looks could kill, he’d be dead more times than planet Earth had ever known a death.

“Get out. I said get out!” Victor tripped over his own feet, running out of the room and leaving Y/n and Roman to the peace Roman had originally wanted. He ran a hand through his hair and turned back towards her, an apologetic look barely hanging onto his face as it returned to a natural looking pale color. “I’m sorry.”

Y/n watched him as he struggled to find the right words. She shook her head with a small smile before he could say any more. “I’m sorry too. Yeah, it was my goal to bring you to justice, but now that I’ve fallen so far...I suppose all I can do is tell the truth.”

“Oh yes...what to do about your job? Perhaps you could continue with your vigilante ways, but that would require you to do one of two things.” He raised his brows, waiting for Y/n to gesture for him to continue. “Either; one, we forget about our feelings for each other and you do your vigilante thing or whatever, or two, we make this work in secret.”

“Why in secret?”

Roman laughed loudly. He stopped when he noticed her expression had yet to change. “Oh you’re being serious- Okay... As a vigilante, your job is to throw us in jail, correct?” She nodded. “Exactly. So if someone knew you were involved with me, you could lose your job, be shunned, or worse.”

“And that would be horrible for me, as well as possibly the both of us.”

“Bingo!”

Y/n bit her lip as she thought to herself. “So what do we do?”

Roman began to fidget with Y/n’s uniform, ignoring her complaints when he cut slices and holes in random parts. He grabbed her hand and, without words, told her to punch him in the face. After some more adjustments to their appearances, Roman finally answered her.

Victor and Roman were in the middle of a conversation, bickering over whether to trust the new men attempting to start a business. Roman was already annoyed and eager to return to Y/n, but they pulled him back into the conversation within seconds. Victor could see the agitation practically visibly dripping from Roman.

He nodded to his friend and told the men it was time to leave, earning groans in response. All it took was a raise of Roman’s eyebrows and a smirk on Victor’s features to have them out there door mumbling apologies faster than the animated hedgehog named Sonic could run.

“Now that that’s solved, would you mind bringing Y/n over here?” Roman plopped onto a random chair, sighing from exhaustion. “Oh and could you add some whiskey? Thank you Zsasz.” Though in a rough state, he was in a cheery mood, ready to be comforted by the love of his life.

Steps faded away, most likely Victor searching for Y/n, but they quickly came back, rushed and worried. “Uh, boss?” 

He groaned and turned, stomping over to the bathrooms Victor was pointing to. “What could possibly be so important in here? Wait- is Y/n sick? Is she alright?”

“N-not exactly. Um...”

That was it. He heard it. Moaning.

He kicked the door open and his eyes flicked to the man locking lips with Y/n. Roman’s arm swung before he could process how fast the man turned or his face prior to the bloody nose he’d given him. All he saw was red. 

Y/n didn’t make a sound, just widened her eyes and held her breath.

“What makes you think you can touch her?!” He delivered a kick to the man’s stomach. “Is she yours?” Another kick. “Huh?!” This one to the goods.

The man groaned in pain, pleading and mumbling the word no over and over.

“Well maybe next time you shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to you!” His foot hit the man’s face, causing him to cough up more blood than what was already on the floor. “And you-” Roman turned to his girlfriend. “if you think for a second, a goddamn second! That you can get away with this, you are highly mistaken.”

He coughed up the blood that rested in his mouth. “What about her? She just cheated on you, aren’t you going to k-” Another swift kick, this time from Victor.  Victor grabbed him by his hair and yanked him upwards, forcing him to stand on his knees and watch Roman as he shook in fear.

“She’s mine. Always was. And unfortunately for you, that’s never gonna change.” Roman smiled at Y/n for a couple seconds. He then turned back around and cleared his throat. “Now, whatever-the-fuck-your-name-is, you’re lucky I’ve decided not to free your face from your head for this.”

“S-s-so that means y-you’re s-sparing me...ri-right?”

Roman chuckled dramatically before breathing in and smiling at the man. 

“Nope!” He drove his knife into the man’s gut a couple times and laughed at the blood as it squirted out of his body, the life slowly leaving his eyes. “As for you, missy,” he turned and step towards her, “you still have your..uh- end of this.”

“If you’re gonna kill me, Rome, fucking do it now.”

“Oooo! She’s got a mouth currently, doesn’t she Zsasz?!” Her boyfriend leaned backwards with a cackle at her response. ‘He’s still hot as hell’, she thought as if she hadn’t just exchanged saliva with a now dead guest of his. “Come on, sweet cheeks, you know I wouldn’t kill you.”

“Do I?”

“I mean... I just told you I wouldn’t, didn’t I?” Roman drawled, like his point was supposedly as clear as a blinking sign in neon letters.

Y/n thought for a second. “I guess. Then what are you gonna do to me?”

“Hmm... well you did just, ya know, cheat on me, so how about this. We both know how much I love you and how much you...say you love me, and we also know I would never kill you nor skin you.” One of his gloved hands pulled the glove off his other hand, “So let me ask, was me putting a knife in that bastard’s gut, in front of you, enough for you? Or should I skin him now that he’s dead? Should I let you skin him? Should I force you to do it? What do you think Victor?”

“Maybe you could break a lim-”

Roman tutted at his friend, giving him a short glare before squatting and putting his hands on his knees, coming to eye level with the lower half of Y/n’s body.

“I think she has another punishment in mind. Lucky for her, I was thinking the exact same thing.” He smirked up at his girlfriend mischievously. “Leave us, Zsasz.”

Once the door clicked shut behind the white haired companion of Roman’s, he pressed small kisses up Y/n’s body, stopping at her ear. He whispered into it, causing her to buck her hips and whine softly. “Did he fuck you like I do? Did he touch you like I do? Did he kiss you like I do? Did he make you squirm like I do?”

“N-no” She breathed quietly.

“I’m not sure I heard that. Wanna say it again, Y/n/n?” Roman’s teeth nipped at her ear and his body moved out of the way of her desperate hips.

“No he doesn’t.”

He kissed her roughly and held her hips to the wall, speaking against her lips with that damned cocky smile. “I thought so. You know, you’re lucky I’m being this generous.”

“I know...”

“Look at him. Look what you did.” His hand found her chin and forced her to acknowledge the dead man lying on the floor. “I don’t like it when people play with my things.”

“I’m sorry..”

“Do you know what I have to do now?” She nodded. “And that is?”