Hello Everyone!
So, this was meant to be a one-shot, but I got carried away slightly... Oh well, hopefully it's a bearable read. This will only be a mini chaptered story, not my usual 30 page rambles! I just wanted to give you guys something festive, to thank you for all the love and support you've given me since I started publishing on here. It means the world to me!
Chapter 1.
Harley was standing on the balcony of their newly acquired penthouse. It was 3am in the morning on December the 24th.
She was staring out at the black blanket that had surrounded Gotham. Street lights flickered under the weather's spell and the stars shone brightly above the cold sky. It was the night before Christmas, but Harley wasn't feeling very festive. She loved this holiday since she was a child... Gingerbread hot chocolate, roaring fires and of course being surrounded by loved ones and presents. But this year was going to be slightly different, well... More like non existent.
The Joker hated this time of year. Harley thought that maybe it was because he never had Christmas as a child, or that he never even remembered it. Either way, everyone suffered because of his foul mood.
Harley ran her fingers across the metal railing that kept her safely above the mortals who were sleeping below. She was wearing her red silk bathrobe and nothing else. The bitter cold air whipped around her ankles and danced along the soft fabric that loosely clung to her body.
A deep sigh left her swollen lips as she closed her eyes and inhaled the musky air.
"What are you doing out here?" A deep rich voice came from the balcony windows. Harley smiled when she heard it, and couldn't help but bite her lip.
"Breathing." She replied softly.
Harley gasped when she felt warm hands wrap around her waist. "It's cold." He muttered. "You're cold."
"Is that a compliment?" Harley giggled as she felt his bare torso press against her back. She ran her equally cold hands along his arms and leant back into his body, feeling his heartbeat hammer against her.
"It's a fact." He growled. "Come back to bed."
"I will Puddin', I just want to stay out here for a while.. It's nice, beautiful." Harley dropped her head back onto his shoulder and looked up at him. His hair was messy and sticking out in all different directions. She loved it when he looked like that, all unruly and slightly vulnerable.
J's tired eyes locked onto hers. "Did I not tire you out earlier?" He purred, sliding his right hand across the knot that was keeping her robe closed.
"Yes." She moaned. "Yes, you did Daddy."
"Then come back to bed. You're causing a draft and I wanna sleep." J went to kiss her gently on the neck, but instead his mouth broke out into one of his kitten like yawns.
"You go," Harley suggested, smiling like a fool at his cuteness. "Shut the door and ya' won't get chilly."
Joker growled angrily. "What part of come back to bed is your empty, blonde head not understanding?"
His grip around her waist tightened. "Okay, okay." She sighed, twisting in his arms to face him. She placed her cold hands either side of his white skin. "I'm coming."
With the moon reflecting off his face, she stared into his dusty blue eyes for a moment. Her heart began to beat rapidly, hammering against her chest, which was now pressed against his.
"Who needs Christmas?" She thought to herself before she stole a kiss from his crimson lips.
Joker's arms tightened around her further, crushing her small athletic body against his. His tongue dived into her mouth, giving her the heat that her body craved so much.
"C'mon." He said, pulling away. He opened up the balcony doors and waited for Harley to slip through the doorway, he wanted to make sure that she was going to do as she was told.
The warmth from the bedroom made her skin rise into goosebumps. She giggled when she felt his hands rapidly rub her arms up and down, trying to get her to reach normal body temperature.
"What in God's name possessed you to go stargazing at this time?" He asked, still with a slight angry tone.
Harley shrugged. "I was thinking."
"About?"
"You..." Harley said slowly. "You, and Christmas."
Joker rolled his eyes and moved away form her. "How many times do I have to go over this for your tiny brain to understand... We. Are. Not celebrating Christmas!"
Harley threw her hands up in the air frustrated. "The only thing I don't understand is why! Pud, it's my favourite holiday... I love Christmas."
J threw himself onto the bed and shuffled underneath the covers. "Christmas is a commercialised holiday that causes people to go gaga over tinsel. The mindless, braindead public will spend their years fortune on plastic crap imported from China. I have not, and will not be apart of the system. They try and defend themselves by said that it's all about the 'family getting together, spreading love and cherishing one another's company.'" He mocked. "It's bullshit. And I will not become a slave to popularity, and if you wanna remain my Pumpkin pie, you won't either."
Harley pouted and folded her arms across her chest. "Can I at least put up a Christmas tree? Just a little one? It's our first Christmas together..."
"Are you deaf?" He snapped, glaring at her. "I've thought about dumping you for much less Harl, don't push me."
Harley ignored him and continued her argument. "We don't have to have the tacky kinda Christmas you see on movies... It can just be you, me and the boys, watching Charlie Chaplin with a nice tree in the room."
"No."
"I could make some cookies.. I know how you like cookies. Oh! I could get some Port and we can have a cheese board!" She suggested. "It doesn't have to be over the top, just something nice. It would mean so much to me Puddin'."
Joker groaned. "You're this close Harley," He said holding up his hand, hovering his index finger over his thumb. "This close to getting on my last nerve."
She sighed, "Okay Puddin'." Harley slipped off her robe and shuffled into bed.
Joker switched off the bedside lamp and moved up beside her. "Aren't I gift enough for you?"
"Of course you are, you big dummy." Harley giggled. Turning to face him, she fluttered her now warm fingers over his 'J' tattoo. "I just wanted us to do something special. I wanted to spoil you."
Joker grunted. "You should be doing that every day of the year, not just December 25th."
"But Pud-" Joker cut her off by placing his hand over her mouth.
"One more word and I'll cancel your Birthday too." He warned, sternly. Harley nodded and pulled herself away from him.
"Sorry Daddy." She whispered.
"Good girl. Now, be quiet, go to sleep and stay put." J ordered, before turning over and hooking his arm under his pillow.
Harley flopped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. There was no way she was going to surrender to the fact of no Christmas this year. Even if it meant strapping him to the dining room chair and feeding him turkey with her bare hands...
