Author's Note:Hey guys. I'm sorry I went MIA for a long time (what? Three or four months?) but as most of you probably know, I've been busy doing school work (which will resume once again on 20 August 2012). I realize that most of you are anticipating a chapter update for Rage, but I really want to take my time with that particular story because I want to deliver my best to you guys. I went back and re-read a few chapters and realized that I wasn't giving you my all and that isn't fair to you guys. As my readers, you deserve the best I have to offer and currently Rage is not meeting expectations. Hopefully, however, this short one-shot will compensate for my lack of activity and entertain you for the time being. It's not much (and probably not very good), but it popped in my head. Thank you for sticking it out this long and please review/suggest things.
Harley, for once in a very long time, had decided to be a normal girl for a day. Joker had scoffed at her earlier in the morning as she had put on jeans and a white button-up shirt, but had made no effort to stop her. It would give him peace and quiet for the day and a chance for Harley to do whatever tickled her fancy and perhaps she would leave him the fuck alone for a while.
So off Harley went, with her face clear of her jester make up (clear of all make up, really) and her bottle-blonde hair pulled in a lose braid. She had wanted to be a normal girl for a day to remind herself why she hated it, but she only reminded herself why she liked being a girl in general. Between pedicures, manicures, and shopping excursions, she had completely forgotten why she had decided to have a "normal" day and ended up just relaxing. By the end of it, she was ready to go home. She was exhausted, but content and couldn't wait to get home to see her "puddin'".
When she arrived at the hideout, however, she felt an intense foreboding creep onto her person. She couldn't quite place why she felt this way as she walked through the doors, as everything seemed to be in its place and the usual henchmen were around the tiny table in the so called kitchen. They gave their usual greetings and continued on with their silly nightly poker game. She didn't acknowledge them.
"Mistah Jay! I'm home!"
There was only silence as her answer. Her finely shaped brows furrowed in confusion and her lips twisted into a furious pout. She stood for a moment longer, various retail bags still being held in her hands, before she decided to walk up the rusting stairs that trailed to her and Joker's room. She walked with confidence and purpose, though she felt her stomach twisting in knots. She could hear the roars of laughter and a disgruntled, "No fair!" from downstairs from the henchmen, but she noticed it was strangely silent as she crept closer to her door.
She called out once more, trying to steady her voice but failing terribly, "M-mistah J-j-jay?" She received no answer, just as before. Taking in a steady breath, she nudged the door open with her foot slowly. Finally, the door opened fully and her bags fell from her hands with a loud thump as she let out a shocked gasp at the scene she uncovered.
There was The Joker laying across the bed in a seductive pose (completely naked and clearly in quite the energetic state), his head propped on his hand as he stared at Harley from his position.
"Well Harley, are you coming to bed or not?" he growled out, a grim, red smile painting across his face.
Harley could only giggle.