The rhythmic pounding of loud music with heavy bass woke Harley Quinn from a peaceful sleep. With a start, she sat up and took in her surroundings, vision slowly clearing. When the familiar decor of the room she shared with The Joker came into view, she let out a breath of relief, having forgotten momentarily that the man had busted her out of Belle Reeve the night before. Looking off to the side, a note laid on the pillow next to her, and she picked it up to read it.

"When you wake up, clean up, get dressed, and meet me downstairs. I have a few surprises for you.

-J"

A wide smile spread across Harley's face as she practically bounced out of bed and into the bathroom to shower. Humming happily as she cleaned dirt and dust from her body, she began to wonder what awaited her downstairs. Most of the time, a surprise from The Joker was something you did NOT want, but it was different when it came to his Queen. Once dressed, Harley bounced down the stairs, wearing the same outfit she'd worn when she'd been part of Waller's little squad of unlikely heroes. Her eyes immediately landed on the form of The Joker, sitting in his office, half-heartedly listening to whatever the person he was meeting with was saying. His eyes flicked to the side, and he stood the moment he saw her, a wide, maniacal grin curling his lips.

"Ahhhh, there you are! Was wondering what was taking so long." he said with a laugh, eyes glinting.

"What can I say! I was comfortable!"

A grin that matched his curled onto her face when he motioned her over to him, sitting back down and pulling his Queen into his lap, turning blue eyes back to the other man in the room.

"You should leave now. We'll reschedule this little meeting for a later time. I have more important business to attend to."

"I'm not done ta..."

The man found a gun leveled at his forehead in less than two seconds, Joker's eyes locked on those of his possible victim.

"I said...leave."

With a grumble, he stood, collected his coat, and left the office, promptly being shown the door by the henchmen. Tucking his gun back into his side-holster, he stood, letting Harley slip to the ground and stand on her own. Joker let his slow, deep laugh reverberate through his office at the look of excitement on the woman's face, and he shook his head slightly.

"Wanna see what I have for you?"

Instead of a verbal answer, an enthusiastic nod was his response, which cause a new wave of laughter to emerge from his lips. Wrapping his arm around his Queen's waist, he led her from the office and outside, where a familiar purple car sat in the parking lot behind the building. Harley let out a squeal of happiness and ran forward to the car, grinning back at him.

"You got your car back!"

"Mmmm hm...second surprise...look in the trunk."

A lifted eyebrow met his words, and slowly, she moved around and slowly opened the small trunk of the car. Inside, bound and gagged, was the guard from Belle Reeve that had been instrumental in her torture and the one who'd gotten the electrified bars installed on her cell. His terrified eyes locked with hers, and she let out a laugh.

"Aw, puddin! You got him just for me?"

"Uh huh. He's aaaalllll yours."

Harley looked over to a couple of the henchmen standing near-by, and grinned.

"Take him inside, will ya? I'll play with him later."

Giving simultaneous nods, the men did as told, hauling their prisoner inside and into the club's 'meat locker'. She bounced over to where Joker was still standing, and wrapped her arms around his waist with a grin. He returned the grin with one of his own and put an arm around her shoulders, leading her back inside.

"The last surprise is upstairs."

"Oh yeah? Musta hidden it pretty good."

"Nah, it's right out in the open. You musta just missed it." he said, shooting her a sly smirk and a wink.

Harley lifted an eyebrow at him, and followed him back inside and up the stairs back to their apartment above the club. Once there, he moved her to sit down on the edge of the bed, and then moved off into the small kitchen area. He picked something up off the counter, and turned, moving back towards her, shedding his suit jacket and tie as he walked. Now sitting indian-style on the bed, Harley lifted an eyebrow yet again at seeing a small red velvet box in his hand.

"Now what's that?"

"Why don't you find out?"

Looking to make sure she was paying attention, he tossed the box towards her, and she caught it with both hands, peering down at it curiously. A few moments later, he climbed onto the bed behind her, watching over her shoulder as she opened the small box, a gasp slipping from her. Inside, sat a simple yet elegant silver ring with black, red and green stones around it. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, her eyes met his unusually calm and serious ones.

"Puddin? What...what's this?"

"Read the note, baby."

Turning her eyes back to the box, she spotted the small folded paper inside the top, and pulled it out. Carefully setting the box down on the bed in front of her, she unfolded the paper and let her eyes run over the words on it.

"Harley,

I know I could never say any of this out loud, so I decided to write it instead. Being without you for so long was torture for me. I didn't sleep, couldn't think, couldn't focus, couldn't breathe. I never want to feel that way again. Do me the honor of being with me forever.

-J"

Harley stared at the paper, her eyes running over the words written in Joker's surprisingly elegant script. Behind her, the man grew more tense and he shifted a bit, waiting for her answer.

"Oh Mistah J! Of course!"

Tension left his body immediately, and he reached around her, picking up the box and depositing the ring on her hand with a grin. She turned around, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss, that was surprisingly returned. The red velvet box fell from the bed, forgotten as Joker pulled Harley close to him and flipped, pinning her to the mattress on her back. Her fingers ran through his bright green hair, pulling him closer as his lips moved to her neck, teeth nipping lightly at her skin. A soft groan slipped from her lips, followed by a giggle as her eyes fell shut.

"Teasin' me huh?"

"Who, me? Never."

A wide grin curled Joker's lips, and a low chuckle vibrated in Harley's ear as he nipped playfully at her earlobe. Being unusually gentle, he let his hands slip down to grip her shirt, pulling it up over her head and tossing it carelessly to the floor beside the bed. Letting her eyes open halfway, she watched as he slowly traced the 'Lucky You' tattoo on her stomach. Another wide grin curled his lips as he peered up at her, meeting her eyes.

"Lucky me indeed."

A grin curled her lips as well and she reached down, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him back up, locking him in another kiss. It wasn't long before the King and Queen of crime found themselves completely naked. Joker supported his weight on his arms and adjusted his position a bit before leaning down to growl in her ear.

"Ready?"

"Always, puddin."

Another growl escaped him and he pushed into his Queen, causing Harley to let out a low moan and close her eyes, fingers digging into the skin on his back. The pair of them moved together, moans and the occasional giggle echoing through the room. With a soft, not-so-crazy sounding laugh, Joker rolled over onto his back, letting her take control, something he rarely did. Bracing her hands on her King's shoulders, she took over the pace, speeding up and increasing the strength of their movements. His hands landed on her waist, pulling her down harder onto him, growling, staring up into her eyes.

"So...damn...beautiful!"

A little grin curled Harley's lips when she heard the compliment, although said through a groan when she increased their pace yet again. Suddenly, she found herself on her back, arms pinned above her head, with Joker taking control again. Gone was the gentle lover he started the night off as, as the movement of his hips became brutal. The rougher treatment caused a rather loud moan to escape her lips as she pushed her head back into the pillow below her, closing her eyes. His teeth found where her neck and shoulder met, and latched onto her flesh as his movements became somewhat erratic, lacking any rhythm whatsoever. Turning her head only slightly, Harley whispered something into his ear before turning and biting down on his shoulder as her release slammed into her like a train.

"FUCK!"

That single word echoed around the room as feeling her reach her release triggered his almost immediately. After a few moments, he dropped his head, resting their foreheads together, and smiling widely. Joker rolled to his side, pulling a pillow under his head, but otherwise not moving until Harley rolled to rest her head on his chest. His arm curled around her waist and pulled her closer, the other hand pulling the blanket up over them to ward off the slight chill in the room.

"Love ya, puddin."

"Back atcha, baby."

With a yawn, she reached over and flicked the switch next to the bed, shutting off the lights in the apartment, before cuddling into her King's side, falling asleep within a few moments. The last thought that flitted through Joker's mind, was that the guard from Belle Reeve was still tied up in the meat locker of the club, and he gave his demented laugh before closing his eyes and joining his Queen in sleep. They could deal with the guard in the morning.

AN: So! Saw Suicide Squad on opening day and loved it! I LOVE Jared Leto's take on The Joker, and it inspired me to try my hand at this one-shot! I gave him a somewhat calmer, more loving side, because I feel like he DOES really care about Harley. Hope you enjoyed! Please review, and let me know if you'd like to see a multi-chapter story!