IMPORTANT: IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FIRST BOOK OF THIS SERIES (WICKED RELOADED) OR THE SECOND BOOK OF THIS SERIES (WICKED: THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS HAVE VIOLENT ENDS) I SUGGEST YOU DO SO BEFORE READING THIS ONE.

Prologue

Harley Wakes up, an arm draped over her waist.

She had a nightmare. A horrible nightmare. But when she catches a glimpse of her pale white skin in the moonlight through the large window in the bed room of the penthouse, she isn't afraid, she doesn't regret trusting Joker. Instead, she's happy. She feels free from everything that held her back in her old life. She carefully sits up, trying not to wake the sleeping man by her.

His muscular arm slips from her waist and wraps tighter around her hips instead, pulling closer to her to rest his head on her thigh in his sleep. She smiles gently, sighing and resting against the head board of the bed. Her hands fall into his hair, gently threading her fingers through it.

"What's bothering you?" He grumbles quietly and her body hums at the sound of his voice.

"I can't sleep." She whispers back.

"Why not?" He sounds aggravated.

"Because," she shrugged. As if on cue, Lucyfer starts crying again. She groans lightly and goes to move, but Joker grabs her wrist.

"Let her scream." He hisses.

"I can't sleep anyway." She complains, her tone reminding him of a child.

"Harley- "

"She won't stop cryin' and you know she won't." She crosses her arms over Her chest and he rolls his eyes, snatching the covers back as he gets out of the bed and throws a pajama shirt on.

"Because she's just like her mother." He grumbles, walking out of the room. The crying seizes and Harley thinks he might've killed their baby, until he walks back in with the baby in his arms, just her sleepy mumbles and occasional squeaks are heard. Harley's Brows pull together.

"How do you do that so easily? It took me over an hour to get her to go to sleep earlier." She pouts.

"Well, how do I usually get you to shut up?" He raises a brow to her.

". . .Show me attention." She replies.

"Exactly." He smiles widely. He just walks around until Lucy and Harley both go back to sleep and he places her back into her crib.

When he gets back into the room, Harley's laying on the bed, already asleep. Joker chuckles to himself, brushing the red and blue stained ends of her hair from her pale chest. His fingers run over her delicate throat and his hand gently closes around it as he hums to himself.

She shifts in her sleep, letting out a tired moan - making him resist the urge for his hand to travel lower.

"If only you knew what you got yourself into being with me, dear." He whispers darkly, his words holding strong promise.