Has anyone else been in this obsessive Joker x Harley trip ever since they watched Suicide Squad? Because I have.

Disclaimer: This is based on Harley's and Joker's relationship as portrayed in Suicide Squad, which is quite different from the original portrayal in a number of ways. Based on Margot Robbie's Harley Quinn and Jared Leto's Joker.

Lollipop, must mistake me, you're the sucker
To think that I would be a victim, not another
Say it, play it how you wanna
But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you, never you, baby
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She loved the games. She enjoyed them way too much, and she was sure she wasn't the only one who found them enthralling. The sensation running through her body was electrifying; it sent her mind into overdrive. Truth to be told, she was addicted to the games, as long as he was involved.

Casting a glance at the men all around her, Harley grinned widely and hoisted her bare leg around the golden chain hanging from the ceiling. She started grinding her body against the glass screen, slowly, her wide mouthed smile never faltering for a moment. The short golden dress she wore clung to her curves, she had them all spell-bound. She moved her hips with every beat of the music, putting her arms at the back of her head and tilting it back.

She was in the cage, the spotlight on her, the golden jewelry sparkling on her pale complexion, her dyed curls surrounding her face like a glowing halo. She owned this, she owned the stares and undivided attention of every single male in the room. The mafia bosses and the gangsters, all the rich customers, they stared at her with unconcealed lust – but only when he wasn't looking.

Harley let her hands follow the swell of her hips, up to her chest, hearing the cheers and the loud music edging her heartbeat on. She grabbed the chain and pretended to shoot at the crowd; it drove them all wild. She was the queen, and oh yes, they were all aware of that. They would bow before her before the night was over. Especially the few lucky ones she'd choose to get closer too – she giggled at the thought.

Of course the Joker was watching. He was always watching, when he wasn't doing 'business' with the customers; even then his possessive gaze wouldn't leave her for more than a few minutes at a time. From his VIP seat, or the bulletproof platform at the very top, he could always see her.

She knew exactly how it made him react, how it turned him on, to see her dancing like that in front of the other men, with the other men. His expression would get darker and it would be that much more exciting when she finally got back to her Puddin'. His desire would be turned up to the extreme, it was her much awaited treat at the end of the night. He could bring her back to his side in a moment with a simple whistle and she'd happily skip through the mass of bodies, to the one only one that mattered. Just as much did she enjoy the fact that he only had eyes for her, should his gaze ever drift to one of the other strippers or guests she'd make sure the girl didn't live to see the light of dawn.

It took her so high, making her pulse race and her face shine so much brighter – she was the center of everything, most of all Mr J's universe. She never cared for any of the other customers, the thrown hundred-dollar bills, the fire in their eyes.

Mr J always let her play, knowing how much it amused her, but he was the one who decided when playtime was over. Waiting for it was just another exciting step. Sometimes they played his version of the game – he'd offer her to some of his business clients, sarcastically, he'd pick out the victim. It didn't matter what the person in question responded; his death sentence was complete once Harley laid eyes on the man.

One of the male strippers entered the cage and she grinned; she'd toy with him for a bit just to edge the crowd on further. She pushed him against the glass, batted her eyelashes and moved her waist up and down as she ground herself on him. She was stronger than him and easily manhandled him. She was swift as a bird, a result of the training in her earlier life, and a glance from the Queen of the Joker Empire could make any of those bosses weak in their knees. She was in no way less lethal than the King, and she wouldn't make them forget.

As she climbed up on top of the man, with her legs on either side of his hips and holding his shoulders for leverage, she caught the certain stare of a male in the crowd. He had been watching her intensely all evening, not quite like the others who would let their gazes drift, to other people, to their drinks. Most people knew better than to stare at the Joker's lady for too long. She was pretty sure he was another of the gangster bosses Mr. J was doing business with. His gaze was piercing, stone hard and calculating, like a predator.

How funny. It excited her immensely and she licked her lips as she abandoned the stripper and danced over to the edge of the cage, looking straight at him.

He seemed a bit surprised when she unleashed her full charm on him; he must have known about the rules after all. Harley moved her hips seductively as she slipped out of the cage and reached out a hand. "Wanna play?" she giggled sweetly, flashing her eyelashes and clicking her pink mouth in an irresistible smile.

He seemed to hesitate, all the while eyeing her hungrily, and she pushed on, flashing her white teeth: "Come on, don't ya leave a lady waiting! Just for fun…"

He looked around and she knew exactly what he was looking for. Apparently deciding that the coast was clear, he grabbed her hand and escorted her down into the crowd.

Harley laughed excitedly. It was time to get to work. She let herself be escorted to a booth where she knew they'd be watched. She pushed him down into one of the expensive, white leader sofas and was immediately all over him, straddling his waist.

"You're cute", she cooed, "Nothing like my Puddin', though."

He looked around for something. "Shhh", she whispered sweetly in his ear, "Do you want me?" She lowered her voice, the way she knew they loved. He was still glancing over her shoulder and she bit her lip, moving her hands to his tattooed face.

He suddenly put her hands on her hips, sliding them down. Oh, so he wanted to play. She raised her eyebrows briefly. Normally they wouldn't be so daring; they'd be too distressed about the promise of death. This one was more confident, the leader of a drug empire. He looked at her like she was just another possession to have, but he was way off his lane.

With gleaming eyes, Harley mumbled: "Do you like that?"

She heard the slow steps behind her and slowly started putting distance between their hips.

"You bet, you crazy bitch", he replied and his grip on her hips hardened. Harley stifled a giggle; he just hit the bull's eye. She turned her head with a feigned offended expression and jumped off his lap, right into the arms of the Joker himself.

He didn't look at her at all, however, his gaze, with fully visible murder intent, was focused on him. There was that manic gleam in his eyes Harley knew all too well, his ice cold eyes burning.

Mr J had a way of focusing his gaze and making the target feel completely shut off from the rest of the world; drawn into the lethal glare. The Joker breathed heavily as he slowly closed in on the other man; every step seemed to increase the fear in his eyes. Normally, the Jokers expression would make her all the higher, but this time she suspected that the entire club was about to get shot down.

She twisted a strand of her hair in between her fingers expectantly.

The Joker surprised her with his sudden relaxed stance. He let out a loud laugh, directed at the man sitting on the sofa. "Enjoying yourself?" he drawled. He slowly drew closer, with that metallic grin that could mean just about anything. It always ended with someone's brains blown out.

The man looked only at him, like a deer caught in the headlights."She's yours, Joker. I didn't –"

The Joker laughed again, throwing his head back. "What a charmer we've got here."

Harley smiled sweetly at him. "You haven't met my Puddin'?" The man's fear was seeping out all over them now.

"She's yours –"

"That's right." The bullet hit the man straight between the eyes, sending his body slumping against the couch and blood splattering over the bright white leather. Joker's instincts won over his urge to play the game, and he was breathing heavily again, a low snarl escaping his red lips.

A few men looked in their direction and immediately took off; they knew all too well what happened when someone messed with what was his and they didn't want to stay to plan their own execution.

The Joker's gaze turned to Harley. She started realizing she may have gone too far this time – but it had been worth the thrill. His gaze was still homicidal, she knew this had worked him up just the way it did to her. She moved over to him and he got her in a bruising grip, his kiss rough – just the way she liked.

She knew she wouldn't get off easily after tonight's scheming. She couldn't wait to see what he'd do when they got home – but Harley knew it would be terrifyingly enjoyable. After all, there was no other place she wanted to be than in her beloved Puddin's arms. She leaned against the still warm body on the couch as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. His hands caressed her back and hips roughly.

When he let her breathe again, she giggled. "Enjoying the game, Puddin'?"

The way he looked at her was explosive. His jaw tightened. "I like games better…" One of his hands moved up to grab her chin. He leaned closer; she could feel her heart race as his breath touched her earlobe. He purred darkly, his lips stretching into a smile, "… When I'm involved."

He grabbed her waist and brought her to her feet. She quickly followed him to one of the secret exits and before they left, he turned around. Fully in on the game, Harley blew a kiss at the customers. Joker fired his gun wildly at the room, cackling manically as the bodies fell, one after another, the chaos started spreading and the gold-colored rugs were splattered with blood. She tuned in into his heartily laugh as they took off into his purple Lambo, still shooting randomly all around them.

Date nights were Harley's favorite thing in the world, and the only thing better than the games was getting home afterwards.

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What did you think? I wasn't sure about posting this. All reviews are appreciated!