What A Smile Can Hide

by MagentaLove2326

Harley Quinn unlocks The Joker's most personal and emotional memories, which he has repressed for longer than even he can remember, when she asks him one seemly simple question. Can Harley help her 'Puddin' overcome the memories that have been haunting him all these years, or will Harley's question lead to the end of their relationship?

Inside of the The Joker's and Harley Quinn's hide-out, (an old clown fun-house in the middle of an abandoned amusement park located somewhere in Gotham), Harley Quinn stands nervously outside of The Joker's office. She's wearing a black spaghetti tank-top, which has a giant hole towards the bottom of it, and a pair of dark-blue cut-offs that are cut a little too short.

Harley Quinn, to herself, "Harley, what the hell are you doing? You know better than to disrupt Mista J when he is busy. You could really get hurt, especially this time around with the question that you so badly want to ask him."

"I know. But I don't know of any other decent time can I ask him. The only times we are together anymore, it seems like, is when we are on a heist, or when we are in bed. I want to ask Mista J during a time when he might actually be willing to talk it over and think deeply about it first. Sigh, well, here goes nothin'."

"If by 'nothing' you mean your life, than go for it."

"Hey now, ya never know, Mista J might like the idea after all. I mean, if ya really think about it."

"I guess so. Whatever."

Harley slowly, yet loudly, knocks on the door of The Joker's office. The Joker's bone-chilling voice can be heard yelling from inside.

"Go away Harley!"

To himself, "When is that bitch ever going to learn not to disturb me during my time of highly motivated thought! Humph!"

"I just wanted to run something by you, Puddin'. An idea which could very well benefit you in the future." Despite The Joker's command, she walks into the office, crosses the floor over to The Joker's desk and lays her upper body across it, placing her elbows on the papers sprawled all over the desk. Her face now only inches away from his. With her index finger, she playfully strokes his cheek down to his chin. "However, the only way to make such idea reality is if you agree to work patiently with me, and only me." Her voice now low and sexual.

The Joker's cold, hot-tempered stare slowly untwists into a sinister, wide, grin, but his stone-cold eyes remain on Harley. His voice parallel with her's only eerier with a hint of interest. "Go on."