A/N: Inspired by a request to do role play ;) @PenguinsForevs

Did you read the Pt. 2 to the wedding imagine? You should.

Your POV
"You've been such a good boy, J," I whisper into his ear while we sit in a formal gathering. He tried to ignore me but I've been teasing him all night. I put my hand on his leg and his head shoots in my direction.

"Careful," he growls but I could tell he likes it.

"Sorry, J. It's just that- Oops," I continue and slowly unzip the front of my dress to show more cleavage.

He shifts in his chair, getting heated and tries his best to listen to Deadshot talk to him about a game plan to take out Batman. "So I want to put up a trip wire. You still listening Joker?" Deadshot asks when Joker turns to whisper something dirty in my ear. He looks like a deer in the headlights when he turns around.

"Wh?- yeah. Trip wire". Deadshot continues talking and Joker looks a little flustered. How cute.

"Come play with me," I moan in his ear seductively. His eyes turn to me and glare. "Please, Puddin?"

I giggle when Joker stands up quickly. "Meeting will be continued tonight at 11:00. Come with me, Y/N. I'm gonna fuck you right now," he practically breaths out the last part.

"Sure thing, mistah J". We run up the stairs and he slams me against the bedroom door.

"You're such a tease," he groans and lifts me up to sit on his hips. I nod my head like a child.

"I've been so bad, J... But you gotta wait. I've got a surprise for you". He lets my feet touch the floor again and backs up slowly.

"Hurry it up, Y/N". I head to the bathroom and change into my Harley Quinn costume.

"What do you think?" I ask and lean against the door. He stares at me for a while before frowning.

"What are you wearing?" He questions and looks upset.

"I-it's a Harley Quinn costume. I thought you would like it". He just walks over to the window and I awkwardly stand before him.

"You can't wear that, Y/N". I feel my face heat up and my eyes water.

"What? Am I too fat to wear it for you?! I tried doing something nice for you and you HATE it!" I cry but he just gets all defensive.

"There's no need to make this more dramatic than it needs to be," he groans.

"You always pull this, Joker. I'm the crazy one, right? I'm the dramatic insane person here!" I yell at him and sit on the bed.

"You do know who you're talking to, don't you?" He jokes and points to himself.

"Whatever". I get up and grab my clothing from the bathroom.

"Stop. Y/N. Hey, look!" He blocks my way and snaps his fingers in front of my face.

"I'm not a dog, J".

"I don't want to make love to you wearing that because I want you. Not Harley". I stop for a moment and think about what a good point he has.

"Oh".

"Oh," he mimics and pulls me into a hug. "Still want to have sex?"

I slap his wandering hands away and laugh, "Nope".