"Harlee-?" Mr. J asked breathing heavily, a fine sheet of sweat over his body, "Dr. Quinzel?" He put his fingers on her chin, angling her eyes towards him. "Do you know who I am?" She was giggling through her pants, the electroshocks still running through her head.

"You're the Joker. Mr. J. Clown Prince of Crime, that's what they call you on the news." She giggled looking up at this ceiling, "Are those bullet holes?" She laughed harder, pointing up at the ceiling. Harleen's hands were still shaking from the shocks, she kept giggling, it felt like a massage for her brain.

"Yes, they are." Joker smiled, very pleased with his work on her mind. "Leave."

Mr. J's voice changed in an instant, becoming more frightening as he spoke to his henchmen. They walked from the room immediately. So much power he has with just a word. Harleen waved at the henchmen as they left the room, an eyeball, a goat, a giant panda all carrying machine guns. Machine guns she had helped bring in, good choice Harleen. When she looked back, the Joker was still watching her. Harleen couldn't keep the smile off her face.

"We had to go through a lot of people to get to you." He said, referring back to the bullet holes. There was wild happiness in his lovely blue eyes.

"I didn't come to you?" She asked frowning, shaking her head, "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, doll." The Joker pat her cheek, "I caught you eventually. Now you're here and that's what counts, right?" He smiled.

"Right, Mr. J." She laughed. "My head feels funny." She smiled wide, touching her face.

Mr. J smiled, purring, "That'll wear off, Dr. Harleen Quinzel."

Her face scrunched up, "That name is such a mouth full. Never liked it."

"If you're going to come with me, you'll need a new name." Mr. J mused. "You still want to come with me right?"

She nodded immediately, sitting up on the surgical table, "More than anything"

"It's settled then. We'll give you a new name, shall we?" He asked, tapping a finger to his chin. "Harleen Quinzel. Harleen. Quinzel. Harleen. Har har, no. Harleeny, absolutely not." He started to pace and she giggled, "Harlee- Yes, that sounds nice. I got it! What about Harley?"

"Harley?" She tested, "That's perfect, Mr. J! I love it." Harley. That's a nice name. She loved the way it fell off Mr. J's lips.

"Yes, yes, I like that. Cute, short." He clapped, "That fits you. Harley Quinzel?"

"No," She shook her head grimacing, "That's no good."

The Joker tapped his chin again, "You know, Harley Quinzel, that's not far off from harlequin."

"Harlequin. Harley Quinn." She tested, cocking her head to one side. "It's perfect, sweetie!" She clapped.

The Joker grinned, "It's decided. Perfect name for a new life." He walked right up to her, purring, "Pleasure to meet you, Harley Quinn." He smiled wide, blue eyes shinning. Harleen- no, Harley's heart sped up. He's so beautiful, so hypnotic. She couldn't take her eyes off him, never wanted to.

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Joker." She stuck her hand out smiling. Mr. J grabbed both of her hands, bringing both of them up, up, up to his lips where he kissed her knuckles. Harley was finding it difficult to breath. Then Mr. J moved forward, which caused her to fall backward, laying back onto the surgical table. His hands moved her arms until they were pinned above her head. The Joker brought his face close to hers pausing, her lips burned to kiss him.

"My Harley." The Joker whispered and they were kissing.

The Joker and Harley Quinn's first kiss. She had kissed him once before but that was just a peck, they had to be careful then. There was no carefulness now. No guards patrolling the doors. No straight jacket holding him back. This kiss was wild, hot, unpredictable, with a complete lack of restraint- much like the Joker himself. Harley tried to match his erratic pace. Moving her head to the right and left quickly, but every time she would move he already had moved two times. He bit her bottom lip and pulled, revealing her bottom teeth. It hurt, Harley giggled. Mr. J was purring into her mouth and that just made her kiss him harder. She ran her tongue over his teeth and he growled, pressing her down onto the table seizing back control. His hands gripped her so hard she knew she would have bruises, but Harley didn't care. She welcomed the bruises if Mr. J kept kissing her.

The world faded away completely. All that mattered was Joker and Harley.

Like they were on a stage with a single spotlight, shining down on the two as the madman and his jester kissed on the surgical table. Harley felt his masterful tongue running against hers, his lips that were surprisingly soft, and the way his hands pinned her down forcefully but his index finger was feather soft tracing up and down the outside of her hand as his mouth worked on hers. She desperately wanted to run her hands down his chest, to feel his heart beat and find out if it was beating as fast as hers. She wanted to kiss all the scars on his lovely damaged face. She wanted to laugh with him, laugh and laugh and laugh until the world crumbled under the Joker's feet.

All that mattered was him, him, him. All that mattered was his lips and tongue and his hands as they held her down. Her eyes were closed so tight, her smile too big, her mind so happy that she didn't even know when they stopped kissing.

Her being untroubled, euphoric, as he replaced his lips with the rubber belt in her mouth. When he asked her if she was ready and she dazed up at him, staring at his smudged lipstick on his mouth. Knowing it was her doing, how she already longed to do it again. His blue eyes met hers as the knobs meet her temples. The pain forcing her eyes closed.

She was entirely addicted.

She was his.

His alone.

Forever.

.O.o.O.o.O.

"Dr. Quinzel? Wake up. It's going to be okay." A unknown male voice rubbed Harley's arm, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

Harley stirred opening her eyes and almost falling off the surgical table to get away from the policeman.

"NO! Where is he?" Harley screamed, her eyes darting around the room, looking for green hair and metal teeth, "Did you take him?" Mr. J wasn't in the room. No, no, no! This is all my fault.

Harley continued to scream for the Joker, refusing the man's touch until two policemen had to drag her out of the room. Still, she screamed for the Joker and still she couldn't find him anywhere. He can't leave me! Harley stopped screaming as they sat her in the police car, the tears making her throat too hot to scream. Was this the beginning of the game? If it was then she would play the game, she would play it for Mr. J. She would play it all day and night for her Joker.

Hours later, the police finally let her go back to her apartment. She was changing out of her nasty work clothes she'd been in for days when a small note fell out of her lab coat pocket.

See you soon, my Harley Quinn. - J

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