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The Joker was currently sitting inside his office at the King of Diamonds club. Piles of papers, books, and 3 calculators where strewn across the desk in front of him. He'd been in here since 6:30am and it was now approaching the early afternoon.
He rubbed his forehead and pinched his eyes closed. Book keeping was not his forte.
The Joker wouldn't usually do such tedious tasks, but due to recent 'Staffing issues' everybody had to pull their weight in terms of responsibilities.
Pearl had been doing double the amount of overtime she was contracted for, and all the other girls were also working around the clock to maintain the clubs standards.
Jonny on the other hand was scouting for new employees . Hiring new staff wasn't as simple as any other ordinary workplace. Handing in a half decent resume and a cover letter wasn't going to cut it.
You had to be hand picked to work for the clown prince of crime.
The Joker would usually do it himself but since he was so snowed under with work, it just wasn't possible. Harley was on his back about spending more time together; his plans for Batman were being put on hold and the Joker could of sworn he found his first grey hair yesterday.. Life at the moment was just peachy.
He broke from his muddled thoughts when he heard light tapping on his door.
"Come in." He muttered, sliding his hands through his hair.
The door creaked open and Pearl peered her head round the door. "Sorry to disturb you Mr Joker but I have some news.."
Joker sighed. This can't be good.
"What kind of news." He replied, cracking his neck.
Pearl stepped towards the desk. "Well J.. Do you want to hear the good news or the bad news first?"
Joker threw his pen on the table and stretched his arms out behind his head. "C'mon Pearl, hit me with the bad news."
"Okay, but promise me you won't loose your temper." Pearl said, taking a seat in front of the Joker's desk.
He shot her a half happy- half threatening smile. "I never make promises I can't keep."
Mrs P rolled her eyes and smiled back. "It's Amber, she's called in sick."
Joker creased his brow, looking confused. "Who the fuck is Amber?"
She looked at him, unsure how to approach the subject. "Amber.. She's err.. One of the dancers?" Pearl tried to prompt his memory. But nothing. "She was meant to be dancing in the private booth tonight?"
The men who had hired out the private booth had paid good money. They paid for the whole package... Girls, booze and a good time. And if the Joker couldn't deliver. He would loose his loyal clients to his clubs competitors.
Shit. Dancers going AWOL, was not the idea the Joker had in mind, when it came to keeping up appearances.
J slammed his fists on the table, sending a loud thump vibrating through the wooden surface.
Pearl saw his fists tense. "Joker, it's okay. I've asked Ruby to take her place and she knows her way around a pole. Not as well as Amber, but she's a pretty girl. She'll do a good job."
"Brilliant. Fucking Brilliant. We're already down 5 staff members... If-" Joker started clicking his fingers, trying to remember the girls name.
"-Ruby?" Pearl said, prompting his memory.
"-Ruby. If Ruby's dry humping a pole, then that means we've lost one waitress. It's Saturday. It's going to be fucking busy tonight. Jesus Christ." Joker grasped his hair in his hands and pulled. "Who's working tonight?"
Pearl produced a diary and flicked through it, until she found the list of staff. " Jade, Ruby, Crystal and... And me."
"So your telling me that we only have 4 girls tonight. Minus one, because she's going to be grinding on a corrupt business fat cat. That makes three. Minus one, because.. You, Pearl will be supervising, not mixing cocktails. Which if my calculations are correct, means we have two girls left. Now Pearl, correct me if I'm wrong but that doesn't seem 'Okay' to me." He growled.
"I know we're severely understaffed, but Mr Frost has been looking for some new girls for weeks now, I'm sure he's found someone by now. Besides, as long as we have alcohol, the men that come here won't be bothered about lack of eye candy. Our top priority is the private booth, as long as the clients are happy. I don't see it being a problem."
Joker took a deep sigh and looked up at her. His annoyed expression didn't falter.
"There is one other option.." She suggested.
"No." Joker snapped, he knew what she was going to say.
"But it would solve all our problems.."
"No. Harley is not working here. Never in a million years. She'd cause nothing but trouble and we don't have the time to train her." He said waving his hand dismissively. "No way."
"We wouldn't have to train her, she used to work in a bar during her college years. Pulling a pint is like riding a bike, you never forget."
"No!" He shouted. "She ain't working here and that's the end of it."
"Fine, fine." She held her hands up defensively. "I won't mention it again."
Pearl stood from her seat and began walking towards the door. But before she left the Joker drew her attention back to him.
"You said you had good news. What is it?" He asked, still trying to tame his sharp tone.
Pearl turned to face him, clutching her diary in her arms she smiled. "Harley is here to see you."
"Urgh!" He groaned. "I thought you said that you had good news."
"Be nice." She warned. "Harley's just missed you. She brought you lunch."
"I don't need some dizzy dame making me soggy cheese sandwiches when I'm tryna' work." He said, shuffling his papers. "Send her away."
"J, c'mon.. It's taken her a lot of courage to comeback here since the whole 'Crane' thing." Pearl noticed his nonchalant expression. She instantly grew irritated. "I'm not turning her away. I'm going to send her up here, and your going to eat that sandwich, and your going to enjoy it. Or-"
"Or what?" Joker asked, slightly amused.
"Or-" She knew there was no point threatening him. It was pointless. "Or I'm going to be very disappointed in you."
Joker threw his head back and laughed. "Yes mum!"
"J please, it might do you some good. Just take a break an relax for half an hour."
"Fine. But only for half an hour." Joker pulled out his phone. "I'm setting a timer."
Pearl nodded her head from side to side. She grasped the door handle and twisted it. "I'll send her up." She shut the door behind her and left.
Joker tidied up his desk in preparation for the curious blonde to enter. One look of a piece of paper and she'd be all over it like a rash. That's why he no longer worked from home. Joker knew she had good intentions but she ended up getting in his way and then an argument would occur.
He heard light footsteps skip up the stairs. Joker caught his reflection in his golden letter opener, he slicked back his hair and sucked his teeth, making sure he looked like his usual devilishly handsome self. He growled, annoyed at why he cared so much.
Harley briefly hit her knuckle on the door, she didn't wait for a response, she just walked in.
The Joker's eyes couldn't help but light up when he saw her. She was wearing tight fitted jeans and a low cut red shirt. He had to admit, it contrasted perfectly with her creamy white skin.
"Hey Pud." Harley whispered, clutching a brown paper bag in her right hand. She made her way over to him slowly and planted a kiss on his cheek.
Joker shot her a look, she was being a tease.
"You got me lunch?" He asked, standing up to take the bag from her.
"I got us lunch." Harley gave him the bag and bit her lip.
He took it from her and unraveled the scrunched up bag, the smell struck him as soon as he opened it. This was no soggy sandwich. This was real food.
"I thought you'd like a treat." Harley beamed, watching his mouth practically water. "A burger king for my King." She giggled. Harley took the branded paper crown out of the bag and placed it on his head.
"And don't you forget it." He said kissing her on the cheek, he took out the food and set it on the desk. To no surprise Harley had ordered enough to feed an army.
She sat opposite him on the other side of his desk, and they both began eating.
"So... How's work going?" Harley asked, looking around his office.
"Fine. Why?"
"Just curious." She shrugged taking another bite.
Joker rolled his eyes. "Your never 'Just curious'."
Harley groaned. "You've been working so hard lately, I just wanted to see if there was anything I could do to help." She lent over the desk and ran her fingers over his pile of papers.
Joker slapped her hand away. "No. I don't need your help."
"C'mon Puddin, I'm real good at admin. I could do one pile of paperwork and you could do the other?"
"I said I don't need your help. Besides, I know what your offer of 'Help' actually means. That's the reason why I work in here and not at home." Joker retorted.
She remembered the night he was loosely referring to. "That was one time! You needed to let out all that tension J. You can deny it all you want, but it defiantly helped."
"Whatever." J muttered, popping fries into his mouth.
He looked up at her.
Harley smirked, taking one of the soda drinking cups in her hand, she set it down on the desk. Her fingers loosely played with the straw.
Seeing his eyes fixed on hers, she had an idea...
Harley dipped her head and opened her mouth, she swiped her tongue across the candy striped straw.
"Stop it." Joker warned, but he could tare his eyes away.
"Stop what?" Harley swirled her tongue around the tip, looking up at him through her eyelashes. And the without any hesitation she began to suck on her straw.
Joker groaned, trying to ignore the tightness in his trousers. "Harley, stop."
She winked at him and obeyed, taking one last sip of her drink. "Yes sir." She whispered seductively.
Harley stood up from her chair and lent over the desk, her face was now inches from his. To her surprise, he didn't push her away.
She looked into his eyes and kissed him. Just as she was about to raise he hands to cup his face, he took her wrists in his hands and slammed them on the desk. Taking her mouth in his hotly.
She moaned, feeling his tongue fight hers.
Harley lifted her leg, resting her knee on the varnished wood. She was about to climb over the desk and jump him. But the noise of a phone ringing broke their contact. She drew away from the Joker and grabbed his phone off the desk.
30 MINUTE TIMER DONE. TAP TO STOP.
Harley stared at it, letting it ring off in her hands, Joker went to grab it but she pulled it away from him.
Pearl had joked to her that he was going to set a timer, but he didn't think she was serious.
"You set a fucking timer!?" She shouted.
"Give me the phone." He ordered.
"You set a timer on our time together. For half a fucking hour. Are you for real?" Harley threw his phone at him, he caught it instantly.
"Yeah, I'm for fucking real sweetheart." Joker grabbed her wrist and twisted it.
"Ahh! your hurting me!" She shrieked.
Joker let go of her and pointed a finger at her. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again, I don't have time for this. I've got a lot to work to do."
"I can help you! Let me help you." She cried.
"No. For the last time no."
"Swallow your damn pride and let me help. I want to take the weight of your shoulders J. I don't like seeing you stressed."
Joker gritted his teeth and looked at the sincerity in her eyes. She really did want to help. But he wasn't sure if he could allow it. She could just serve drinks. I could put her in the kitchen. Maybe even get her to wash the dishes.
"I'll think about it."
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