Hellooooo,

So I've always been kind of fascinated by Harley Quinn and why she stayed with the joker and then of course I watched Suicide Squad the other day and now I am kind of hooked on their Mad love.

So please do enjoy this story on their love and feel free to show it some love!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they are the works of DC. Any characters with familiarities to real life people are just coincidence and this is a work of fiction.

With further ado, I welcome you all to my new story

I belong to you.

Chapter 1

This event was excruciating, the old stuffy police officers and the glorified wives all stood around, various drinks of unthinkable expense clasped in their hands and here Harley was, with the man she never expected to see her self with. It wasn't that Bruce Wayne was a bad guy, or that he wasn't good looking because he was a real catch, but he was just so… boring. His hand hadn't left her waist since they got there and she had the odd feeling that she was being used as a sort of potion to ward off all of the single woman around, she knew that Bruce hated all the attention he got.

She slipped from his gasp and escaped to the comfort of the ladies room, pulling her dress down around her thighs and looking in the mirror. She didn't fit in here at all. Her dress was tight and plum purple, not sophisticated and black. Her hair was bright blond and long, flowing down her back in soft waves, yet all the women here had intricate up do's and perfectly kept curls. She was a pigeon amongst the doves of high society, and she once again found herself wondering why she had accepted Bruce's offer. Still she took a deep breath and steadied herself, the moment this evening was over she would kindly decline Bruce's courtship and carry on her life as head psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane.

She took a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and sort out the familiar jawline of her male companion, finding him among a sea of women, all begging for his attention. Harley chuckled softly and decided she better go and help the poor man, he looked positively distraught with all of the unwanted attention. As she made her way through the crowd she could feel eyes on her and she looked, for a split second seeing an unusual shade of green hair flashing into the darkness of the corner of the room. She tried to strain her eyes to see more but the lights around her went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Her heart stopped, the screams and whispers of the guests did little to hide the loud beating of her heart, something was wrong, and she could feel it. Then she heard it, the sharp cackle above the soft hum of worry and anticipation. It sounded demented, like a crazy man and then the spot light fell upon the stage, and vivid green hair was visible once more. His face was pale, paler than the photos showed, deathly pale and his lips were a perfect contrast, blood red. She felt chills run down her spine as his ice blue eyes skimmed the crowd, falling on hers for just a second and then moving on. He held himself with such grace that she knew he thought he was on a higher plane the people around her, a god in a room full of mortals. His body was athletic and his clothing smart, almost like a mafia boss, his purple silk shirt just slightly open to show his tattooed, white chest. He was beautiful.

"Welcome, one and all, to my little game. I am so pleased you could all be here tonight. And for my guest of honour I do hope he enjoys this little show, Batsy, please come up to the stage whenever you feel ready." And with that he grabbed a woman by her hair and slit her throat, just like that. No remorse was visible in his eye, just the gleam of excitement and she shivered, these were the eyes of a psychopath. She looked for Bruce in the dim light but he was gone from his earlier position, the girls around looking lost, as if they didn't see him leave.

Weird, she thought. Usually the adoring crowd wouldn't let Bruce out of their sight, how had he evaded them so stealthily. She didn't have much time to ponder this however, as a crash sounded behind her and in swooped the batman, his shoes making contact with the joker's face. She gasped, looking to make sure that the man was okay and then shook her head, why should she care?

People started panicking and the room became manic, people were pushing and screaming, heading for any exit they could see, but she couldn't take her eyes of the scene on the stage. The joker didn't look scared of batman, in fact he looked fond of him, as if he was laying his eyes upon an old friend. She heard the eerie laugh leave his lips again and then she had to turn away, as the batman administered the last punch and the joker fell to the floor.

…

Outside there was a buzz in the air as the guests discussed the events that had just unfolded before them and Harley frowned again. For most of these people this was the most exciting thing they will ever see, the most disturbing. For her it was like being at work and she sighed, one again being reminded that she didn't fit into Bruce's world.

"Miss Quinsel?" She turned around to see Bruce's butler looking at her sceptically, scared she may burst at any moment.

"Hello Alfred, I'm afraid I lost Bruce during all of the commotion, have you seen him?" she looked around in vain, she knew that if he wasn't with her or Alfred then she wouldn't find him, he had a habit of disappearing.

"Indeed I have madam and he insisted I take you home straight away, he will call you later to explain his sudden departure." He held his arm out and she slid her hand into it, sighing and looking back at the place that made the final decision for her. Bruce's ring burned on her finger and she rubbed it with her other hand, knowing it would never feel right there again.

…

Later that evening, Bruce called and apologised, explaining that the security got him and a few other people straight out as soon as the joker appeared, he had pleaded for them to find her but they had refused, demanding he be safe first. She knew that Bruce was important to this city and that he invested in a lot of the businesses around the area so it wasn't a surprise they would save him. She asked him to come over and when he agreed she knew that she had to break it off with him now before the pain got worse.

"I'm sorry baby, I really did try to come back for you, but there was so much security so I begged Alfred to come and get you." He muttered as he walked in the door half an hour later, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"Bruce, it's okay, but I have something I need to say." Better to get this done sooner rather than later.

"Okay… What is it Harls?" he looked concerned; she knew this was going to hurt him. She discretely pulled the ring off her finger and then grabbed his hand, putting the piece of jewellery safely in the middle and closing hid palm.

"I'm sorry Bruce, I really do think the world of you but tonight, with the party and then all that happened after. I don't think I am made for you world; I'm too… common for the high life. Those people there, they were completely lost when the joker turned up, they didn't know what to do to protect them, and they all seemed so scared. But I wasn't… that's my life everyday and I can't drag you into that. I deal with these people, murderers and the likes for a living and you… you deal with yachts and models. We're in two completely different leagues and I just… I don't feel like I can keep up." Harley felt the tears starting to escape. This was so much harder to put into words than she thought it would be.

"Harley, I-" she cut him off with her finger.

"Please don't say anything Bruce, I've made up my mind and you can't change it. Please go make some other girl, someone who is more deserving of you than me, very happy and forget about me." She held open the door and held back her tears, not looking at his face as he left her apartment silently, taking any hope of a normal life with him as the door slammed shut. She sunk to the floor and cried, she cried for the loss of the love of my life, she cried because everything that had happened tonight was so damn out of the ordinary. Harley cried because for once in her life she knew exactly who she was, nobody.

She sat and looked at the blank wall of my corridor for a while until she decided to see if there was any news on the joker and the batman. She wondered whether the clown had managed to slip away or if Batman had finally caught the infamous clown king of Gotham city.

She flicked on the television to the first news channel she could find and listened carefully to the story being reported, all there was on the news was reports of tonight, eye witness interviews, police facts and a very brief interview with Batman. She started to lose interest until the familiar face of her boss flashed across the screen;

Joker expected to be treated at Arkham Asylum, high security penitentiary for the criminally insane.

Harley gasped, the craziest, most dangerous criminal was going to be staying at the place she worked at, she was going to be in the same building as that mad clown once again.

...

She kept staring at the screen until her eyes went blurry and she could feel the heaviness behind them. She knew that work was going to be an early one for her tomorrow and decided to head to bed.

She changed and got ready in a zombie-like state, her mind on the joke and the sessions she would be expected to run with him. Big cases like this required every senior doctor to conduct sessions with him, he was too big a case to take on alone and it would be disrespectful to him to not treat him like the killer he was. She laid my head on the pillow but could not drift to sleep, the image of green hair and insane smiles invaded her dreams, resulting in a very restless night.