>When Joker plopped down into his plush VIP seat, and Harley went to join the club’s go-go dancers for a little one-on-one gyration, he wasn’t all that surprised that his fellow criminal conspirators wantonly stared at her. The question wasn’t, “Who wouldn’t stare?
>The question was, who dared to?
>Pretty much all the guys stared, really. Lots of the women, too, but only for a second or two. Their eyes not so innocently swept the room, only to rest on her for a moment longer than anything else. Then, if they were smart, they moved on. It was just a little peek.
>He wouldn’t fault them for that.
>But there was a new goon in town who called himself Monster T. He stared, then he kept staring, and Joker felt him heating up from all the way across the club.
>“Hey. Yes! There she is,” Joker said loudly enough to be heard. “The infamous Harley Quinn. You enjoying her, pal?”
>Monster T started to say yes, then realized his mistake.
>“No. No way. That’s your lady, Joker.” Yet he couldn’t help but take another look at Harley, before turning back. “I mean, you an’ me, we do a helluva lotta business. I ain’t messin’ that up.” Then he fell silent and looked at the floor, no doubt hoping that would satisfy the Joker.
>The Joker stood and stared at T.
>“Are you saying you don’t like her?” he said. >“Maybe you’re saying you hate her?” Joker leaned in, and T tried to push back, but there was a wall behind him. “What do you have against her, T?”
>Monster T waved his hands in protest. >“C’mon, Joker,” the goon stammered. “What am I gonna say, brother? There ain’t no right answer.”
>Joker turned to Harley, who was still dancing, and whistled to her. She cartwheeled off the stage and joined them.
>“Mister J?” she said, grinning.
When Joker plopped down into his plush VIP seat...
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>Monster T knew what was coming next. She was gonna tear him into little pieces. Or worse.
>Joker patted T on the shoulder and smiled. T flinched.
>“Harley, it’s been a good run ’til now, but you’re my gift to this gentleman. You belong to him.”
>Monster T stared. What the hell game was the clown playing? Harley ground her way onto T’s lap and gave an approving nod. “This guy? Cool.” She brought her face close to his. >“You know you’re cute,” she said. “So, you want me? I’m all yours, lover.”
>She rested her hand on his thigh. T couldn’t stop sweating as his gaze went back and forth between Harley and Joker. He knew he was caught between two psychopaths, but he didn’t know if they left him any sort of exit strategy.
>“Joker,” T said, pleading with psychopath number one. “I don’t want no beef.”
>Joker stretched his arms and yawned. “Then accept my gift. I’m sick of her,” he said as he pulled his purple .45 from his pocket and held it out. “Or better, shoot her. Push her hair right on back with a bullet. Either way, do me the favor. Please.”
>Harley caressed Monster T’s face and gave him a series of small pecks. It felt really good, he thought, but then he shook himself back to reality. The gun hovered there in Joker’s hand.
>“Right between my eyes, lover,” she said, poking her index finger just above her nose. “In the good ol’ glabella.”
>Monster T had to take the gun. If he didn’t, that white-skinned lunatic would surely shoot him, even with Quinn sitting in his lap for the whole club to see. So he accepted it.
>“Say thank you,” Joker said.
>“Thank you,” Monster T replied. This had to be a joke, but they’d already taken it too far. >Harley edged herself off him and stood, watching intently. T kept praying Joker would suddenly burst out laughing.
>Just a joke, he’d say. Just a big, funny ha-ha joke.
>The Joker wasn’t even smiling.
The only way he could have, maybe, survived is to say he was a closeted drag queen and loved harley's outfit.
Saying he was gay would have been too obvious a lie.
But something tells me Jokes wanted to kill him before he even came into the club.
While this interpretation makes more sense for normies I prefer the interpretation that Joker is the kinda guy who really would have gotten off on watching his milky-white QT waifu take BBC on his command while he jerks off in the corner, but Monster T didn't understand this and Joker shot him for ruining his erection.
The normie interpretation where Joker is such a tyrannical gangster-lord that he will literally murder people for looking at his woman too long or verbally mentioning her beauty is less crazy and Joker-esque to me than him being a fucked-up psycho-cuck.
>Joker
>sexual at all
No. Jokes is a complete psycho who "gets off" (non-sexually) on murder and mayhem.
That's one of the thigs they should NEVER mess with in any interpretation.
It's canon that he never even fucked Harley. Jokes is above that kind of shit.
A mental mind fuck can be nice.
-Dr. Frank-N-Furter
That's basically the Joker's sexual orientation right there.
I thought he raped Batgirl in the Killing Joke
This is intense. Wow!! The joker is such great character!
He certainly shot something inside her
So was Monster T Tattooed Man or not?
And in my interpretation he isn't fucking Harley. He is ordering her to fuck some BBC. He knows Harley wants his pasty white clown cock above all else and denying her that gets him off even more.
No. Even the writers confirmed he didn't.
even if he was, he's dead now, just like KGBeast
But he wouldn't jerk off to it.
Is this from the novelization?
Mega that shit
>The normie interpretation
you mean the actual intention the director had and not the twisted psyche of a Sup Forums browsing cuck
you could replace the comics Joker with a 90s Hispanic gangsta that calls himself Joker and the scene is the same. what a waste.
This movie sucks and you should feel bad for shilling it.
I think they were going with Joker as The Pesci if he was a spic hip hop gansta.
>Is this from the novelization?
Yes.
>What were they going to do to him? If he told Joker Harley was gorgeous, Joker would kill him for trying to step in on his girl. If he told Joker she wasn’t gorgeous, Joker would kill him for intimating that he had lousy taste in women.
>T was sweating buckets. The tension was growing. There were dozens of eyes, staring only at him.
>“So,” Joker said, “do you know the answer now?”
>He did, and he silently nodded.
>Joker laughed and gestured for him to continue. “Time for you to save yourself.”
>Monster T looked at the purple gun, still in his hand, and placed its barrel directly under his chin. He didn’t believe in God, but he muttered a quick prayer, then squeezed the trigger and blew most of his head to hell and gone.
Tell me you made that up. A published novel shouldn't have that many grammatical errors is so few sentences.
Could you throw up a download link please kind sir?
Nothing on google yet
I would appreciate as well.
I don't have the time to write a whole scene bro.
>Implying that he won't return burnt and disfigured in Suicide Squad 2, where he's tracked down by ex-CIA operative turned mercenary William Slade Wilson, out to avenge the death of his former partner Jimmy Olsen
So... it's real? S-somone appoved this?
I've read poor fanfiction that was better written. No joke.
wtf happend to DC? Their novels used to be pretty decent. Knightfall and No Man's Land were good. Death of Superman was good, even if it had a less than stellar and rushed ending.
Fuck, even TDKR's novelisation was average and didn't make me want to scratch out my eyes.
Noice.
Also, Slade will be a half-robot with eletrical powers.
>Civilian Bystander: HOlly shit! Is that a Terminator?
>Other Civilian Bystander; Did he just give this guy some kind of fatal seizure with his electric ray thingy? Some kind of... death ...stroke?
Much appreciated user
Well that explains why that track is called "You Make My Teeth Hurt". It's literally a line during the car chase.