A oneshot dedicated to one of my readers: Thatgirlbelongstomrj. Happy Birthday!
It was a stormy night. The rain pattered outside the window of Number 13, Coffin Street of Gotham City. A blanket of silvery thread rushing to the hard ground.
Whenever it poured like this, Joker felt as if time was pausing. It was like a cease-fire during which you could stop whatever you were doing and just stand by
the window for hours, watching the preformance, an endless curtain of tears falling from the black sky.
He'd been sitting there for quite sometime, his little Jester curled up in his lap as she drank from a warm mug of hot cocoa. He stared at her, a smile tugging at
the corner of his red mouth. She rammbled on about her day. Ivy this, Ivy that. And how she'd gotten a gift for both Bud and Lou - their hyenas.
Her voice, the look on her face, so loving. Seeing him. Not the monster in the room, not the killer. Seeing him. The man he had tried so desperately to hang onto
after his dip in Ace Chemicals. The one no one else saw. So damned small there was almost nothing left of his humanity, in spite of how he'd tried to guard it, yet Harley
could see him.
She got up and walked to the fire place, warming herself.
He loved to watch her walk. So graceful. So beautiful. She swayed her hips as if to tease him, shadows dancing off of her athletic figure. She had a sexy sway that
called to him. Called to any man watching. But she was his.
She turned around and flashed him a smile. Her black painted lips a contrast to her blidingly white teeth. Sashaying over to him, she giggled and gave him a kiss.
The taste of her was a drug in his system, the fire spread like a storm through him. He almost lost himself in her as he ran his fingers through her platnium blonde hair.
Need in his eyes.
He'd never thought much about love. Not before seeing her for the first time back at the asylum. Hair in a tight bun. A red blazer under her white coat. She'd had the biggest blue eyes
he'd ever seen. She'd looked so innocent. So vulnerable.
But he had been the vulnerable one.
There's monsters inside all of us, But there's also vulnerability and a need for love.
In the beginning he had thought himself weak. Emotions, feelings, they were all tools he'd used against his enemies. And he was afraid. Afraid they'd be used against him.
That she would be used against him.
"Puddin'? What's wrong?"
Harley gazed up at him as she sat back down in his lap, her arms draped around his neck.
"Nothing, my dear. Nothing."
He cupped her chin in his hand and smiled wide, reassuring her.
She studied his face, knowing he was lying. She'd seen that look before. It was the same look he wore when he was lost deep in thought, usually about something unpleasent.
She squinted her eyes and carressed his cheek. "Are ya sure?"
His smile faltered for a moment before he leaned in and kissed her, distracting her from asking anymore questions.
She tightened her hold on him and whispered in his ear.
As if hearing what she'd said, the rain had stopped, clouds parting to reveal a beautiful full moon.
Joker smiled, his forehead against hers.
"I love you, too, Harley."