The room was dimly lit. He didn't like lights, they were so...bright. It was disgusting.
Sitting on a purple couch, he toyed with a file. It was quite thick, proof of the hard work of his men; nevertheless, he killed the guy, he didn't like the way he was looking at his pet.
She sat opposite him, on a red couch. Her dress was black, shiny and tight; just like she knew he liked. Sighing, she leaned on her side, watching him.
His eyes drifted from the file towards his pet, and smirking, he made a motion for her to come closer.
She obliged. Smiling, she got up from her seat and sliding towards him like a snake.
"Puddin' "
She sat on his lap and toyed with his hair. He didn't like that, and she knew it.
It took him a few seconds to start talking, in which time she studied his expression.
Joker was bored, and when he got bored, someone got hurt.
"Who do you think" he finally asked Harley, caressing her pale face "takes their safety for granted?"
She tilted her head, listening.
"Whom think themselves untouchable?"
She smiled, showing her perfect teeths.
"Are you talking about the richs?"
He smirked.
"Exactly." He leaned forward until their noses brushed against the other "And, guess what?"
Harley giggled.
"What, puddin'?"
He held up his phone, showing her a picture of a man. He was of average height, handsome, with brown hair.
"I just found us the perfect new toy"
Harley's eyes lit up, and with greedy hands, she took the file he offered her.