Joker watched intently as the Harley in the video was forced to the ground. Rage boiled in his blood and he frowned a scowl so deep that it uneased even the most hardened of the henchmen.
Harley had been hanging from the bars, her hair in little rolls tied up, she was in a standard orange jumpsuit, but she had it ripped in all kinds of places. As a guard walked in he frowned to see her drop to the floor and onto her knees. He was disappointed in her, he'd never known her to be one to so easily back down.
J was immensely pleased when he saw her hop back up and do some fighting techniques mixed with gymnastics. She latched her legs around on of the guards waist and got up sliding a hand down his chest and Joker growled, not liking his girl 'seducing' another man.
He watched the video of Harley as she was over-come and a guard with the title Alpha on his chest forced her to the ground and pressed her nose to the more than likely cold cement floor.
Joker tuned in as the guard whispered to Harley. "Hey hotness. You're about to feel some real pain. Forget acid and electric shock, this will teach you. Dang you're so crazy, but Harley and motioned for his men. One man grabbed Harley and dragged her from her cell.
Joker used the computer to follow them as they dragged his crazy girl out into a hall and into a room, forcing her into a chair and strapping her down, and forcing a needle the size of the Joker's thumb into her neck.
He shook as he watched Harley bite back screams, tears glistening on her cheeks. J noticed that Harley was more pale than he'd even seen her, and she and lost weight while incarcerated, which he knew wasn't good because she was too thin as is.
Joker growled and threw the expensive laptop across the room and shot it with his gun.
"Load up boys, we're breaking into hell." He laughed and he fell back onto the floor with a heavy thud. He laughed madly and shot his gun up into the ceiling.
Joker watched as one of his men blew a hole in the Belle Reve wall.
They broke the lock on the cage door, and he entered into the cage and noticed the determination in Harley's eyes. He tore off his mask and watched as Harley's eyes lit up. She ran at him and he latched himself around her.
He once thought her to be a fool because she fell for his sweet talk. She was agitating, amusing and addictive.
"Let's go home." He told her.
"Before we do that, can I take care of somethin', Puddin'?" She asked and laughter bubble out of her throat.
"Mph. Let' wreak some havoc baby. How 'bout some murder?" HE laughed and threw back his head and smiled, and kissed her. Unconsciously he pushed himself into her a little more, getting as close to her as he could get.
After some 'play time' with Griggs, Joker motioned for Johnny to drop the rope down into the complex and he hung onto it, also holding Harley in his vice like grip.
When they were home in Clown Manor J pulled Harley into the bathroom. He sat her down on the edge of the jetted tub. He laughed as she winced when he rose the shirt of her prison uniform, pressing a palm against the huge purple bruise on her ribs.
Joker placed his hand with the smile over her face. "Smile… for daddy, baby." He told her and tended to her wounds.