Title: Breakin' and entering.
AN/: Just something I wrote down during work a while back. I always wanted to go ahead and put it on here but I was being extremely lazy.
But here it is. I think it's really cute if I do say so myself. Yes. There is indeed slight fluff in this little dity. Hope you enjoy it.
Making his merry way through the dark and eerie halls of Arkham Asylum, something he must admit had a sense of joyess feel to it when one was breaking in aside from breaking out, The Joker breezed on in seemingly undetected at first. That is until the blaring noise of the alarm echoed through the halls.
"Long time no hear, Mr. Buzzer!" he said smilingly toward the flashing red alarm light on the walls.
He was getting close to his destination. Getting close to the cell that held his prize. He could smell her...her scent...he knew it well.
That's what happens when you have someone following you like a shadow everywhere you go for so long. You get accustomed to their scent, feel, presence. He liked the way she smelled. It was a combination of candy and gunpowder. No. Come to think of it, he LOVED that smell, and it was getting stronger with every step he took down the hall.
It had been about three months since The Dork Knight brought her here. Three months of alone time for himself. He loved that time. But alas; all good things must come to an end. He needed her for a new project he was working on. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't think a way NOT to include her into this plan, but The Joker's brilliant mind always went back to thinking about Harley Quinn and how perfectly well she would fit into this particular scenario. So he had no choice than to just go ahead and break her out of Arkham. It frustrated him beyond belief. He would have to punish her later for that. Usually he would just let her sit there in her cell for a lot longer. Once he made her sit there for nine months! Awh, what wonderful alone time that was. Although during that time, he couldn't help but feel a bit...lonely without the little ball of energy always by his side...NO. NO. NO! Not him! Not the almighty Joker! That's just silly! Feeling such human emotions for a silly little twerp like her. "Boy, am I funny." he giggled to himself as he shot an Arkham guard ready to taze him as he walked down the hall. "Heh ha haa...ha..."...he was nearly there...that smell...it was getting stronger.
Joker turned one last corner and then he saw it. The cell that held his prize. "This outta be good." he said with a sigh and with that he put on his biggest most brightest smile he could muster and strolled on up to the cell with his eyes shut and knocked on the glass. Feeling oh so charming in the process. "Oh, Harley-kins! Daddy's come to retrieve you from your horrid prison!".
He braced himself for the loud mouth, braced himself from the shockwave she was about to make by slamming into the glass trying to get herself though to hug and squeeze her Puddin'.
...he waited... "Eh?..." he opened an eye. Where's the squeels of joy? The words of praise and undying adoration?
Upon closer inspection he found no trace of his prize. None what so ever! Well it was indeed her cell! It had newspaper clippings of himself all over the walls. Crude drawings of them both kissing on top of the corpse of Batman. And that smell...there's no doubt he was at the right cell...
"Where the hell is that girl?" he said with a shout. The NERVE OF HER! Making him come ALL THIS WAY to release her and not even have the common decency to be in her cell upon his arrival? ...oh she was so going to get it once he finds her...
Little did he know. Harley Quinn escaped Arkham Asylum shortly before he even arrived.