She sighed quietly, tracing the deep recesses of where her Joker's makeup crusted and thickened. He stroked her hair silently, and she could feel the strain of his thickened muscles as his fingertips lightly brushed over her hair.
He mimicked her sigh with a twinge of saricasm, and when she flinched, he quelled down a feeling of regret. Even with this half-clown pressed against him, he still felt cold. Not the cold that easily goes away, mind you.
He stood up abruptly, and she stifled a small gasp. He walked to the window, and watched the stars as they faded, and the sun peeked cheerily over the horizon, stinging his eyes. She watched him carefully, even though he was imprinted on her, and she knew every curve and dip and scar of his body. Every pore of him oozed killer, and psychotic killer at that.
She spoke so softly, he barely heard her. What was today's plan, she had asked. He sighed, and quickly rolled over the plan again, watching her brow furrow as she nodded slowly.
"Do you not approve?" He asked in a velvet voice laced with poison and malice. She shrugged, and he dared her to defy him, and come up with something wrong with his plan. She neither agreed nor disagreed, and he took his turn to sigh. She wouldn't tell him either way, but if she wasn't looking so forlorn, she would have given some hint with her posture, or a pointed glance under her lashes. But alas she was looking down at the torn, rumpled, and blood-stained sheets.
She quickly gathered up her clothes, and slipped into her harlequin get-up. He crossed the room in swift, emotionless strides, and zipped up the back of her bodysuit, reveling in the way it conformed to her figure.
He breathed lightly on the back of her neck, and she could feel his scarred grin on her nape. She resisted dropping her head back onto his shoulder, and he gave a delicate giggle. She smiled softly, and moved over to the desk, where brushes and rags littered it's surface. Ah, the joys of the morning, and the soft spoken words of contentment. Occasionally their mornings were littered with bloodshed and crime, some explosion revving up the skies.
But just as often, there was a morning where neither Joker nor Harley had to deal with exceptionally terrific violence.