Insatiable
(Of an appetite or desire) - Impossible to satisfy
Chapter One
Harley sipped her espresso, greedily reading the next line of her book. She was perched neatly on her poor excuse of a bed, not that she minded of course; it was a much better option than the cold, hard floor of her cell in Belle Reve. She snickered, Belle Reve. Beautiful Dream. Oh, the irony.
It was no doubt that this prison was the farthest thing from a dream imaginable. Everything it consisted of, the horrible gunk they called food, the perverted prison guards, the immense silence broken only from a prisoner's screams.
She shook her head, the heavily vigilant sanitarium only seemed quiet to her because she had forced her guards to move her into a more open and less interrupted space. After all, Harley relished listening to the sounds of the voices in her head.
Unfortunately, her once subdued cell was broken by a loud crash and the sounds of multiple gunshots. Harley immediately put her book and espresso cup down.
Could it be...?
No, her puddin' died in the helicopter crash, she reminded herself. There was no way.
Heavily armed and suited men made their way closer to her cell, using a great device to melt the strong lock of her imprisonment. Only one of the men actually had the audacity to walk in, leaving Harley with no argument that he was alive. The only one who's suit had JOKER emblemized on it as if someone might not recognize his distinguishable pale face.
"Puddin'!" Harley squealed, jumping forward and hugging him. Joker gave in to her embrace, settling his chin into the crook of her shoulder.
"Let's go home."
Harley woke up in utter ecstasy as she delighted in the warm comfort of her plush bed. She rolled over to her side and smiled when she saw the Joker's rare sleeping form. Harley got the feeling that in the weeks that she'd been gone he hadn't gotten much sleep. She smacked a kiss on his cheek before rising out of the soft bed, shivering slightly as her bare body met the harsh chill of the room.
It wasn't their usual hideout in Gotham; instead a fancy hotel room that she assumed was still in Louisiana. They had used a new helicopter to fly out of Belle Reve and escape the endless swampland surrounding it. Somewhere around, Harley had drifted to sleep, able to easily now that she knew she was finally safe.
She slipped into the washroom and drew a bath. Harley even added the touch of a few spritz of a fragrance she found on the counter before she lowered herself into the water, hissing when it came into contact with her freshly acquired bruises from the mission before.
Harley closed her eyes, she hadn't felt the bliss of a warm bath in a while. During the time in which she was not more than a prisoner forced to abide the will of a seemingly heartless woman, she didn't have much time to enjoy life's simple pleasures.
"Having fun without me, huh?" Mr. J's scathing voice called out behind her.
"Never!" Harley's eyes widened in contempt. "You're welcome to join if you like." She added in a huskier voice, letting out a laugh.
Joker's smile widened, gripping one of her ponytails to pull her up as he leant down and kissed her, developing her lips with the hard crash of his own. Harley shivered as the warmth from his embrace sent tingles through her body. She deepened the kiss, placing her hands in his hair as her puddin' smiled.
There was a loud knock on the door, and the sound of Jonny Frost's voice rang into the room. "Sorry to interrupt, your guys, uh fun, but we have a situation here."
The Joker scowled, a frown replacing his previous expression of desire. He liked Jonny Frost, but he did not convey gratitude at his spoiled game. "What do you want, Frost?" He demanded coldly with a dangerous tone.
"It's Amanda Waller, sir. She's coming for Harley."
The Joker's eyes moved back to Harley's dripping wet figure, his harsh protectiveness taking over as he grabbed her wrist roughly and pulled her out of the washroom. "Put some clothes on, Harls, we're going for a ride."
Rick Flag was finally content. He had not only succeeded his mission, but he also had his girlfriend back without the dark persona of the Enchantress attached. He and June Moone were walking along the streets of Midway city hand in hand.
They had unpredictably requested to stay in the same place where many were killed for some privacy away from Amanda Waller and the rest of the delinquents. It was hard for June to see the damage that had been inflicted by her as the Enchantress. The only thing that kept Rick from being even more worried about her was that she knew that she had been powerless to stop the hell the Enchantress had unleashed.
That's why he understood when she said she wanted to stay to help rebuild the once bustling city. The only thing that surprised him indefinitely was that Amanda Waller had agreed to let him stay with her. He shrugged it off as the fright of being almost killed by those unspeakable creatures, although he doubted in the back of his mind that she was really afraid of anything.
"Isn't it great?" June gestured to the citizens of the city who were coming out of their terror. "I feel like they're all going to be okay, that we're going to be okay." She leaned her head on his shoulder.
Rick chuckled, "It's only been one day, June."
"I know," she playfully punched him in the arm. "But yesterday they all were scared out of their wits and thinking that the end of the world was near, and today," she smiled. "There's hope."
Her enthusiasm sparked a whole new feeling in his chest and he realized how much he had come to love her. June must've been thinking something along the same lines because she reached up and kissed him.
Rick was actually beginning to believe her, that hope was here and good things would come when his phone rang. His mood didn't dissipate until he saw the caller ID. The one and only Amanda Waller.
His smile dropped and he glanced at June, worry enveloping her pretty features. "What happened?" He asked, not bothering with the pleasantries.
"The Joker paid Harley Quinn a visit and broke her out of Belle Reve." She told him stoically, not skipping a beat.
"What? How could that happen, I thought you had strict security on her especially." He demanded, the tensity of his tone clear.
Amanda didn't waste time with the excuses. "The Joker killed half my security and terrorized the other half into running off, so unless you want to spend precious time and risk the escape of any other highly dangerous criminals, I'm reinstating Task Force X. Get over to Base 1, now."
And with that, the line went dead.
Harley ran up to the roof with the Joker and his men. The helicopter was waiting for them there, having refueled just in time. She eyed her outfit that she had just previously worn during the action. It was tattered, but still wearable - which was good, or else she would've had to wear one of Mr. J's outfits that were three times the size of her slim build.
She caught up with Joker and his men who were studying the ground with frowns. "What's going on, Puddin'? Did they send the firing squad just to get ya girl?" She joked, following his heavy gaze.
There were three black sedans driving along the road from a fair distance, all marked with an X. "Those aren't-" Harley began.
"The Suicide Squad," Joker confirmed grimly.