Oh I do so love a bit of banter betweeeen couples. This is my very own little one shot. Tell me what you guys think. [LittlEm]

Harley P.O.V

"Harley Harley Harley… My little birdie what am I going to do with you?"
His voice was harsh to my ear as his grip tightened around my throat, my body pinned to the wall as he strangled me. Mister J loved me, no doubt about that- he just had different ways of showing it. I understood my baby; he's just misunderstood as all. And this is one of his more misunderstood moments…
My legs shook in the air, kicking out in order to try and release myself from his tight grip- god had he gotten stronger?

Joker P.O.V

The adrenaline had a funny, funny way of kicking in. A high – my senses alert, my head swirling in euphoria of tortured souls that were so much weaker than I. They played my game and as usual got tricked. Can't they just take my little jokes? And as for Harley…

I held her against the wall, veins in the back of my hand visible with the strong, unyielding grip with which I kept her there. Her body quivered and shook at the mixture of my words and my strength.

I could feel a laugh rising, an insane chuckle with hints of my suppressed anger apparent. She'd have to learn to obey me before she received any hint of this so-called affection, love. Ugh. What a word. Look where it got me – or to be quiiiite frank, where it didn't get me.

"Oh Harley-girl. I like it when you struggle like that! You're so forceful!"

I threw her to the floor with a surge of power in a fit of aggression.

Harley P.O.V

"Come on Harley – don't you want me to put a smile on that face?" He stroked a gloved hand through the matted green hair on his face as he licked his lips at me… absentmindedly stroking the scars that ran up his cheeks.
' I told you birdie, not to do anything without my say so… why would you do it huuuuh? Just not playing the game kitten…'
' Oh Mistaa J, please forgive me… You know I just wanna do the best that I can do for you…I would do anything and everything'

I could hear my voice turning into desperate pleas as my eyes searched his for some kind of sign as to what he was thinking- god I used to able to read people, it was part of my job…But Mistaa J still eluded me.

Joker P.O.V

I knelt beside her, my hand absent-mindedly brushing the scar that ran across the lower part of my face. I took a long look at her – so … perfect? No, normal. Hm. What does that even mean? Normal? Is normal what they call those fools that keep saying I pop up like a broken jack-in-the-box, like a misplaced punch line? Oh yes, normality must be so much fun. Not knowing what to do in chaos. Crying at the sound of me and running at the sight of me. Weak.

I realised I was scowling lightly.

"Murder." I said without warnings, seeing no change in her expression, save a few added blinks of realisation. She knew I couldn't hurt her when she was so valuable to my plans, and I think now she understood that if we were to have time for … a little fun later… she'd have to apply her share of the work.

I couldn't wait to hear the screaming and crying of my victims, then the screaming of her.

I slipped my gloves on, then stroked down her cheek – all the way to her neck. There were angry, red marks.

"That looks nasty kitten. Does it hurt?"

We stand and I place a finger to her lips, hushing her before she can reply.

"When Batman is no longer knockin' …" I paused, smirking at the thought of his spectacular demise.

"When Batman is no longer knockin', we'll have all the time in the world sweetie-pie. Just you… and me."

Harley P.O.V

The only way to get anything… sexually from my darlin' Mr J- is to wait until a homicide… A killing, or after he's had a sudden thought of how to kill Batman. Fleeting moments, which I have to seize. I could see his eyes glimmering the way they do only when he's thinking of killing, getting off on the thought of Batman's demise.

" Well why don't we pretend like we have all the time in the world now Mistaa J"
Biting my lip hard in the corner, in order to cause a little blood to come through the skin. I could see his eyes lighting up as he moved both hands around behind him. Holding himself there as he did when he knew he wanted a touch- or taste. The blood was what enticed him to me. I could feel my eyes lighting up as he took a step closer to me.
"You seem to have a little blood on your lip Haaarrley…"
He licked his lips quickly, almost savouring the taste of his own lips. I arched my eyebrow as I stepped forward, closing the gap between us.
" You could get it off me Mistaa J- "

Before I had a chance to finish the last syllable he was on me, his hands unclasped from behind him, holding my neck up as he kissed my mouth hard, his tongue exploring my lips too. Tasting the blood, before quickly tossing me backwards causing me to lose my balance. He licks his lips again and moaned a little…
" Mm, mm, de-lic-ious'