Title: Broken Record
Author: TheMadPuppy
E-mail: themadpuppy85yahoo.ca
Permission to archive: Yes, just tell me!
Category: Drama, Romance
Genre: Hetero
Rating: T+
Summary: Joker and Harley, act 5, repetition 876.
Keywords: Joker, Harley, Break-Up
Spoilers: None. Set after Mad Love and their many adventures.
Disclaimer: I know you're surprised, but I don't own the Batman franchise (yet). It's the strict property of DC Comics until I get insanely rich.
Author Notes: Written in an hour. God I love when I do that.

BROKEN RECORD

Joker looked at the clock, smiling. By his own calculations, Harley would be there in a few minutes to try to beat him up to a bloody pulp, then stop, then break down and cry that she was sorry, and after that bit of drama they could all go back to normal until the next time.

Women, he figured. Harley, to be precise. They were subject to the most peculiar behaviour about nothing important, consequence of a bizarre shape of reasoning that pushed them to masochism and surely didn't learn. She was angry? She pouted. She pouted? She made him angry. He was angry? He hit her. And since he was going to hit her anyway, why all the fuss?

He'd have to tell her that. The kid had potential, but perhaps she needed to be shown the difference between soap opera and Shakespeare. Perhaps. Surely. Harley. Whatever.

The clock ticked 23h03, and he stopped to grin. Harley was late, and that was unnerving. Granted, his good doctor had toughened with the years, and it always made him hilariously laugh to finally hear her vengeful pace coming home knowing that twenty minutes later her harpy threats to bust his ass will have melted to a fervent kissing of said ass, but in the meantime she was late. How dare she? If Batman wasn't available to play rat and clown (and no Robins to lapidate, such a rare treat) then it was her role to entertain him. Duty and fucking joy, damn it, after all that non-sense. And, heck, she did her job rather well sometimes, he had to give her that. Her last stunt with the wool soap pads and some de-nailed feet was particularly satisfying for such a cheap price. Count on Harley to keep the floor clean no matter what, hahaha.

23h07, and that wasn't even funny anymore. Harley he wanted, Harley he got, period.

"Alakazam!" he threw at the door, which as if on cue slammed open on his daffy Daisy, panting hard and holding a monstrous hammer.

"PREPARE TO DIE, CLOWN!!"

"I love you too, sweetheart", he smiled indulgently.

Broken Record-End

End Notes
God, August 31st, 22h32 Canada time, and MY MUSE FINALLY CAME BACK! I'll tell you what, I needed to cry on my desk that my world was boring to death and have my inner self laughing at me to bring it out. I was washing my face in the bathroom, whining on the fact that I'm alone as Jesus on his trip to Golgotha, when I remembered that I'm not alone, folks, I'm unique, that's different.

I got inspired by Joker's Millions and the NML's intro of Harley, plus Paige's recent discussion about the whole 'shipping clown business. Harley loves her Puddin', but angered she can become quite deadly, which I find quite funny to exploit XD. It's part of the love/hate dynamic, you'll tell me, but it is so "old couple" at the same time, don't you think?

More on subject, what did it exactly, you ask? I passed the last months trying to write the perfect fic showing that indeed the Joker "loved" Harley black on white, how and why, and that was the mistake. I don't need to prove it; if you're here, then you agree with me. If you don't, then your loss, for my world is far more interesting than yours. Ego-tripping Puppy, out.

(Written in August 2006)

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