It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time. Heaven is a place on earth with you. Tell me all the things you want to do. I heard that you like the bad girls honey, is that true?It's better than I ever even knew.They say that the world was built for two.
Only worth living if somebody is loving you. Baby now you do~

Lana Del Rey, Videogames.

"I ain't going back…" It was a Quinzel thing, really, being hardheaded. Harley said to herself, trying to keep her attention on the moving staff, her mother's useless and high pitched complains and her own sanity. What was exactly happening right now? Oh, yeah… She had finally gotten her PHD, done some internships, little jobs here and there and had saved enough to finally get away from her old school parents in Brooklyn that almost never did anything more than scolding her for not living the exact way they had wanted her to. This was Gotham, and she was to have a real job as a real psychiatrist, in the very real Arkham Asylum, that held inside the worse of the worst criminals in the entire country. But she was forgetting about something, that Mrs. Quinzel would remind her by yelling.

"That clown of a guy, ma, helped me get the apartment, and yes we've been together long enough to actually live together…" She tried to keep herself together as her boyfriend Jack did his best at directing the staff and the guys became really confused as there was no more space on the floor and they were now building up a tower of boxes. Typical of him, she had to hide her laughter as well "I don't need yer or dad's approval, ma, that's exactly why I left New York!" the workers looked at her perplexed knowing that their work would soon go to hell; she dismissed them nicely with a smile, mostly caused by Jack clowning around.

"Thank you for everythin', really, we'll take care of it now…" she guided them outside, thanking heaven that she had paid them in advance, she was exhausted and just wanted some peace. "Because… I've got all I need with me…" she closed the door of their recently acquired apartment not as gently as she would've wanted to and hung up on her mother. Then she walked towards the almost empty living room, aside from all of her things, to cross arms at her partner.

"Boo-boo, if you break somethin' I swear tah God you'll be the one who goes back to live with my parents with tail between legs" Harley forewarned him that was now balancing all of her psychiatry books with all of the limbs he had. He in return chuckled lowly and left her so beloved wisdom treasures back on the unpacked boxes.

"Why shouldn't moving house be funnier, pooh? C'mon, you now I'm the hyperactive kinda guy. And what makes you think your parents would let me into their house? They didn't even want me a meter away from you, but their darling house? That's just not going to happen!" Harley rolled her eyes at the comment, but still smirked at him and pushed him down to the red couch, making themselves a spot in between the boxes and climbing to his lap.

"If you behave and help me settle everything, I'll personally take care of yer' hyper activeness, Mr. Napier…" she gave him little pecks on the crook of his pale neck, meanwhile his hands run the path from her shoulder blades to her thighs "But you gotta' follow the doctor's instructions step by step, got it?" he gave and friendly squeeze to her butt cheeks.

"Since when are you the mistress? It's creepy!" her baby blue eyes stared hungrily at his light green ones hungrily as they giggled together and she gave him a firm kiss.

"Well, things are changing for me, puddin'… I graduated, moved out from my parents', got myself a good job …And the same goes for you and I, you didn't think you'd always be dominant Daddy in this relationship, didja'? I'm upgrading myself!" she kissed him one last time and motioned to get up from the couch, ending up held captive by her puddin'.

"Nuh-huh, missy. I'm the oldest in this house! You might have a PHD and brains, doll, but Daddy's the only one who knows how to rev up his Harley good" he said to her, making her squirm with the heath of her breath against her tense skin. "And if you're gonna' be this bratty, I might as well give you some spanking right here, right now"

"As tempting as that sounds, love. We only will baptize our love nest when we finish gettin' everything ready…" she got a disappointed growl as response "No hanky-panky until then…" with one peck she finally got away from his embrace.

"See? You not being needy and all over me just confirms what I told you would happen, Gotham changes people!" Jack sighed in fake distress and she could've sworn he was pouting at her back.

"God, you make it sound as if I didn' have any other priorities than havin' ya' inside…" she laughed, opening all of the boxes to decide which one had to be unpacked immediately.

"… Do you, really?" he asked raising and eyebrow. She frowned and took of her jacket to throw straight to his face.

"Go fuck yerself if you ain't gonna' do anything more useful, might gimme' some minutes to get this done" they both laughed at each other's rudeness, something like a signature of their relationship, being playfully slurry and taking everything as nothing more than a mere joke.

"I would gladly go follow your instructions, Doc, but what would be the use of that while having one hell of a hot girlfriend…" he stood to catch her from behind and lifted her shirt, caressing the surface of her flat stomach "And, bonus fact, quite embarrassing … we don't have a properly set bed yet…" then he went to her lower back, got to his knees and placed his lips proudly at the creepy card Joker tattoo she had there, matching to the one he had on his inner left arm.

"And we won't have it for another long while if ya' don't stop teasing me…" she whimpered, quite strange the things her boyfriend provoked on her with mere touching, she'd said sometime she was a slave to his affection.

"Give yourself a break, sweets, you've been at this since early morning, you must be tired… and bored, lemme' turn that frown upside down…" his stare became adoringly pleading as he turner her around and kissed just above the hem of her thigh jeans, she bit her lip, damn her primal instincts…

"Make it quick…" she surrendered, defeated and excited.

"Oy vey, what a temperament you have, Dr. Quinzel…" Jack couldn't ignore the fact that talking with Yiddish words she rarely and unintentionally used drove him crazy; she was pressed against the biggest window of the apartment, luckily it was already late, or she would've been showing the tattoo she tried so hard to cover to half of Gotham City, he undid the button and unzipped her jeans in a second, and slid them down taking her panties along with them. "Quick enough, mistress?"

"Quit kvetching!" she grew impatient, he perfectly knew he had had her dripping for the past five minutes, she held his dark wavy hair for a while and then urged him on, he chuckled darkly and got down to business, starting with little kisses on her lower abdomen, adoring the path to follow till reaching her sensitive spots, then his tongue took the lead giving attention to her outer lips, always leaving the little twitching bundle for the moment before she was coming undone, which was not far considering how moist she already was; she he liked on the surface for a while, knowing each step, when she began moaning quietly was when he could go further inside, easy at first, opening her up a little more. Then, when his ministrations and the contact of their wet skin made sounds she felt more comfortable to let him know he was doing well. And finally, she began to call out his name in husky voice, so he lifted her up so her legs rested on his shoulders and he had better access to her and increased the pace.

"N-not… so… quick… you're gonna' make me…" she hated/loved when he went from painfully slow to killingly fast, her whining became louder and louder and then he smiled and barely sucked at her clit for a fraction of a second before she was screaming in delight and shivering with every part of her body. She tried to breathe normally again as he stood up and hugged her again. "I didn' think this whole livin' together thing trough, with how eager we both are… you'll never lemme' be…"

"Honey, you couldn't live without me, don't try to fool yourself…" he let her taste herself on his mouth, a little gift he liked to give to her reminding her he was only hers. "And think of the better side of it, you'll never be sad… or bored…" she took courage to confirm he was as wanting of her like she'd been of him, as slip her hand under his pants only, and he was… rock hard. "…Or unsatisfied"

"Excuse me? It's you who's always trynna' fool me! But not this time, you lit up the fire, baby, now you've gotta' put it out…. And I'm gonna' take you in every fucking room of this house until you're out dry, literally" she gave herself an impulse to wrap her flexible legs around his waist.

"Mark me down as scared and horny, sweets" he winked playfully, holding her steadily and strong against his body, sharing the wild tension she felt on her belly.

"As always" he led them to their room, that had the bed resembled and bare mattress for the moment and left his princess on the soft surface gently.

"Uh-uh, that's pretty much what people think when I'm mentioned… You could do better than me with anyone, Harls!" he became enchanted with the tone of her laughter as he always did, forgetting all around him and letting himself get lost in her.

"What am I doin' with such a loser, uh?" she followed her game, undoing the buttons of his plain dark purple shirt, "trying" not to detach any and then covering his exposed chest with red lipstick stains, marking and claiming the beat of his heart.

"You're quite a bigger loser than me, you know, for being and letting someone six years older do this kind of things to you. In fact, for most of our relationship I've done some heavy illegal shit with you, my darling" it was her turn to lose the upper garments and get some more painful, longer lasting marks on her breasts and hardened nipples.

"There are worse crimes than makin' love with an underage and that was years ago! You know my only rule: as long as it doesn't have anythin' to deal with the friggin' mafia, I don't give an actual damn…" he groaned contented and kissed her again, and again and again, as if he could ever get enough of her love; and silenced the dark memories she'd brought up. He knew and constantly reminded himself how much he'd changed since he'd met Harley. It had been long ago, he was about her age: twenty four, he had ended up in New York doing who knows what dirty business with the Gotham mafia, when he saw a naughty little blonde angel coming out of the bar his gang had stablished as their meeting point for as long as they stayed there; she'd just turned eighteen and had gone out to celebrate with her high school friends fake ID's and all that jazz. And when the smoke of his cigar revealed a beautiful pair of sapphire eyes staring at him in both fear and curiosity, was the first time his life ever made sense to him.

"It's ok, don't be jealous, you're my only crime now, my biggest and best so far…" she helped him with his belt buckle and got rid of his pants and shoes as fast as they could, wasting no time. He watched how she bit her lower lip as he entered her, careful and softly because of the tightness with which her insides welcome him due to her first orgasm. His teeth replaced her in the action and she whined in result. He started to move steadily, meaning to keep the pace this time, contrary to her own idea of how she wanted to proceed. "My little greedy minx…" he chuckled against her neck then going up to her ear and she clutched around him in result.

"Puddin'…" she begged him, she'd been turned on longer than him, and Jack was like her personal drug, once he started there was no turning back for her, her hands tried to push him further in, deeper, he grabbed her wrists instead and put them above her head, entwining his fingers with her and taking as much time as he needed to make them both comfortable; Harley endured, what's more enjoyed pain some times, but he'd understood their first time in their own house had to be something special.

"Not yet, baby. You said it what's like a ceremony, right? … We've got to make it last long… enough" she relaxed and helped him to open her up a bit more, finally allowing him to go all the way and pull back out. He also wanted to seize the opportunity to watch each and every one of her gestures: how she strongly clenched her eyes shut but mouthed her reactions so freely, when were the exact moment her hands left his grasp to explore is back muscles, or traced the tattoos of his arms until she reached the creepy Joker one and kept it there, they way her limbs seemed to look for a manner to bring him nearer, like wishing to fuse their bodies forever and not just for the instant.

"I don' think I can, really" she dedicated half a smile to him, fatigued and totally defenseless to him, gladly conquered. Still, Jack knew better about the dominant/submissive relationships, he was more of her property than she'd ever be his. That upset him from time to time, those particular times with her, he didn't mind so much. However, she forced herself to focus on the light green of his stare, and take a shot to figure out what he would be thinking; as all thoughts that occupied her mind were she loved him, loved him more and more and loved him forever, quite cheesy… a bad habit she'd had since she first fell for him, thus explaining her childish voices inside her head. He caressed her blushing cheeks in devotion, giving off tiny pecks here and there to distract her from the moment he'd go harder on her; and he managed to. But her body didn't and won over her self-control, ending in a vigorous wave that squeaked a shriek from her now pink lips, with dyes of pleasure and disappointment; she continued to create friction and move with him for a bit.

Lucky for her, he followed her ecstasy only shortly after, granted by the suffocating pressure her walls applied against his sensitive skin, loading the release inside her; they sighed in unison and giggled because of the synchrony, sealing their love lip to lip. He pulled out of her delicately and laid next to her with an arm around her waist.

"Two down, boss… we still have the kitchen, the bathroom, and if we're feeling a little demanding, we could also go to the terrace" one more thing to be said about them, if it wasn't totally noticeable yet, they liked to take their sexual encounters to the highest and most reckless levels.

"Hummm… nah, not feeling it today, too cold" she snuggled closer to him and he buried his face down on her silky, blonde hair.

"You better get used to it, brat, other shitty fact about Gotham is its shitty weather. Not as sunny and pretty as my sunny and pretty Brooklyn baby" she placed her arms over his chest with her head on top of them, to evaluate his frowny expression.

"I'll survive; I'll have you to keep me warm at all times. If you can't beat Gotham's weather, join it with a Gotham guy, am I right?" she curled the brown locks that fell on his sweaty forehead with her fingers.

"You'd still be letting Gotham beat you, Harl…"he laughed out and she rolled her eyes and tousled his hair until it fell on his eyes. "C'mon, it's simple logic, if you join forces with a resident it means you've surrendered to its being!"

"Oh shut up, ya' know people say ya' don't think straight while having sex, leave yer philosophy for when I'm not here, 'kay?" as if the universe had listened, they heard a noisy knock on the front door.

"What the hell? Look at the hour! Am I in freaking college, do I have to leave a sock on the lock to have alone time with my girl?!" Jack protested as Harley got up from the bed and covered her petite body with his shirt, obviously she didn't mean to make the visit long.

"Must be the girl from the lobby, or someone like that. I'll go, babe, you choose where we go next" she gave him a sloppy kiss that turned in two and walked to the entrance putting her hair up in a messy bun and her glasses over her nose, creating a fairly believable I wasn't doing anything funny look. "Ah, Mister Wayne! I'm sorry you have to see me like this, I wasn't expecting anyone…"her accent just vanished when she talked with someone for the first time, she opened the door only halfway and found Bruce Wayne, the owner of the building and most half of Gotham City, outside her apartment. Her psychiatrist mind began to work and analyze his looks. Tall, lightly tanned skin, well built up body, short dark brown hair and mysterious light blue eyes, handsome, charming; trying hard enough to look nice to eye and heart like a typical billionaire playboy. She sensed he had some deep identity issues and was lonely most of the time, because of his body language, still likeable though… very much.

"My bad, Doctor Quinzel, forgive me. It's late and you must be tired but I just wanted you to welcome you to your new house and see if you were doing fine. In fact, I live right across the hall, if you ever need anything" her gaze followed to the penthouse in front of her apartment.

"Oh, right, thank you. But I though you lived in Wayne Manor, or so has everyone told me… I frankly didn't expect meeting you here…" she had intended to make the small talk a lot smaller, but it just seemed a little suspicious that he'd be living in one of his many buildings while having a whole fancy- pansy mansion for himself! Unluckily, Jack's interest were not the same as hers, and she wondered what he could be planning as she heard his footsteps approaching her.

"Tell the Crown Prince to try to steal you in another moment. You look so fucking good with nothing but my shirt on, and you know what it does to me…" he whispered against her ear; hell, she knew, in fact! She could feel his excitement pressing against her butt.

"Yeah I do, but I've got a problem with underground pests back on the Manor, so I'll be staying here while it's fixed, also to have a chance and get to meet the people I've got under my wing." Harley tried to stop Jack's fingers from finding her sensitive spots under his shirt… and failed, he was so much stronger than her.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed as his index finger invaded her still tense insides "That's something I've never… heard about… underground pests" she tries to keep her balance as her body responded so well and willing to his touch.

"Bats, actually, it doesn't happen very often... I might seem all big and strong on the outside, but those are some creatures I frankly can't handle…" He did caught something strange about her sudden attitude change, damn her luck.

"Wow that… is what I call a problem… I also have a… issue with pests. Meddlesome, impatient little beasts…" she melted her brains out trying to say something that made at least a tiny bit of sense. Her boyfriend laughed at her misery and thought her game proposal was fun enough… for him.

"Really, here? Do you want me to take a look?" he offered, making her head shake violently.

"No, no, no, of course not! It's a… bedbug thing…" her mind officially disconnected from reality and just echoed Jack's words thoughtlessly "I unfortunately carried it along with me from Brooklyn, that's why I called them… ah, impatient. They couldn't wait until I was gone and attacked! I've got some bad bites… and itching…"

"Oh, sorry about that, I hope you get better soon; I mean you're a doctor, you should be able to handle those…" and Mr. Goody two golden shoes just wouldn't shut up and go away!

"Totally, I've got it under control… most of it… I'll be fine" she really thought she'd be, but then her sweetheart decided to insert a second finger to the mix, turning her will and legs into gelatin "But, ah! I really should take care of it now… It's getting impossible… to resist! The… tingle…" if she could've only stay focused and away from Jack's ridiculous innuendos.

"Sure, I'll leave you to rest, Doctor. A pleasure to meet you…" he simply weaved at her, and she thanked God for it! Finally being able to grimace in glorious rapture as he turned around and walked further and further away from her "But wait! I almost forgot" … or so it seemed like. "You asked for a spare key, for your boyfriend, right?" speaking of the actual devil…

"Yeah! A key for Jack… he needs it to… uh, enter… When do you think it would be ready?" he had had enough of toying with her words, now it was all her, and she wasn't doing great either.

"Tomorrow afternoon the soonest, I believe, I'll drop them off then; wouldn't want you running around as uncomfortable as you are…" he looked like he was truly sorry for the inconvenient she was going through; hardly could he realize how big it was and how faster it was going.

"Oh… I won't be home tomorrow afternoon, I'll be at work… but Jack will be here, so you can… give it to me! … Him, him, I meant him! Give it to him, them… the keys, of course" she only wanted to bang her head against the closest surface at that point.

"No problem, Doctor. I'll see you around…" he didn't want to disturbed her anymore, and she felt guilty, he'd been so kind to her and there she was… so bitchy and cutting and close!

"Please, call me Harley! Everyone does…" she smiled to him, for like two seconds, before it turned into a perfect "o" face.

"Goodnight, Harley" she waved back, and shut the door forcefully ready to reach her end. Jack drowned the very audible expression of her highs with his free hand.

"Not so loud, pumpkin pie. You wouldn't want to scare the landlord more than you've already done" she supported herself against the door as he savored her torment.

"I hate ya' so much…" she told him with a hint of a voice that quickly died against his mouth.

"Your body doesn't think the same…" he ended the kiss to lick her off from his fingers. And then tapped her nose lovingly.

"If that's the case, I have no problem in cuttin' Jack Junior down there away from ya and keepin' it as a dildo" she walked past him back into the bedroom.

"Leave the jokes to the professionals, Harls, yours are plain terrifying! Ask Brucie if you won't believe me" she just knew he had this stupid, enormous grin on his face, she could feel it!

"Well, you've left me blushin', soakin', and embarrassed here. How will ya' erase this frown now, professional?" she had already lost her pretending to be normal outfit and crossed arms around her naked body.

"I'd say you need a nice, refreshing bath, doctor. Let the nurse take care of your fever…" he took the pouting princess on his arms and carried her to the bathroom… secretly hoping he wouldn't drown him under the tub water. That would be a boring death for someone as fun as him...

"Once more, just one more time…" Jack insisted at the puddle of exhaustion that was now his girlfriend.

"Puddin', I can't anymore, I'm so tired and sore and I have tah' work tomorrow…" was her plead, sticking out her bottom lip, a bit bruised and reddened, like a three year old.

"One more time and I'll be off of you for the rest of this week. It'll be better this time, I swear" she couldn't say no to the eyes that brought her to her knees, but as she wasn't able to feel them, she doubted she had any knees to fall on.

"We have our entire frigging' existences to do it. Can't we just sleep now, please?" she let her heavy head fall on his shoulder.

"I won't have enough inspiration after; spontaneity is everything to me…" he faked distress, winning the battle of stubbornness.

"If you didn' love ya' this much, Mr. J…"she let him sit her on the kitchen counter, holding her hips to keep her close to him.

"You ready, baby girl?" he sounded almost as if he were challenging her, she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Do I evah' have any other choice with cha'?" she was too worn out to fight his sassiness.

"Nope, the day you have will be when you're not mine anymore!" he answered enthusiastically and at last got to press the recording button of the phone they'd just installed to program the message of their answering machine.

"Hello, everyone! You've called to our lovely home to contact either…" they began together.

"Beautiful Harleen Quinzel" he continued.

"Or handsome Jack Nappier" Harley added.

"We´re currently not available, please leave your message! And don't fucking call my girlfriend/ boyfriend again!" they ended and Jack stopped the recording right before they burst out laughing.

"Perfect! Now let's just hope nobody ever calls with job offers for me if we're not around…"he just had to give her the chills over and over again.

"Oh, hell no, we're not usin' that message, no f-ing way!" she attempted to grab the phone and erase it.

"I'm kidding, Harl, my lazy ass will be here all day all night until I do get a job, there's no way someone hears the answering machine" he got to it quicker than her and lifted it high, taking advantage of her short height.

"There's a million ways yer little pun can be trouble fer us, what if you're in the bathroom or if we're too tied up with each other to want to answer…" she tried to catch it from him a few more times until her numb legs gave up "I'm serious, puddin', and you should be too…"

"Honey, baby, pumpkin pie, if I'm serious about anything… I'll never get a fucking job" she snorted at the comment, but had to admit he was right.

"'Kay, have yer way with it… Lemme' see what you've got" she pushed him away from her so he was standing right in the middle of the kitchen, as if it were a stage "Picture me as yer future boss, a'right? Only less pretty and a bit fatter, scarier, with no sense a' humor at all… Just expect tha' worst, sweetie…"

"Is this supposed to be an audition for stand-up comedy or Mission Impossible one hundred?" he scratched his head in confusion, messing up his hair.

"Those penny worth jokes won't get ya' anywhere, boy" she told him in a masculine voice.

"Oh, sir, I wouldn't want to get anywhere with you either. I have a girlfriend, you know? Been together for quite a while now, didn't think it was that type of audition…"Harley replied with a simple and yet gleeful face palm.

"Get yer shit together, boo-boo! Do it like you mean it!" she hit his arm playfully with the back of her hand, finishing their giggles, take a deep breath not to laugh again and going back to character.

"It's you who said to expect the worst, how much worse than that can it get?" again, he was comically right, two point for Jack, cero for Harley.

"My god, you'll never provide fer this home, really… Ok, here we go! Next we've got Mister Jack Napier, twenty nine, born and raised in Gotham…" he posed for her for a while, letting her see all of his best angles " and has got the most amazing lazy ass I've evah' seen…" she just couldn't keep a straight face, not with him around.

"It won't be as easy as saying: Oh, you've got some sweet butt cheeks, you're hired! Life doesn't work that way, pooh bear! If that was the case, I would never be unemployed" he embraced her entertained girlfriend.

"Who knows, it might! You told me over and over how Gotham's fucked up and that we would be bettah' living under a bridge and blah, blah, blah…"

"With rabid hyenas around us, don't forget that! You like hyenas, what would be better than that?" she frowned at him, not so pleased "But you already fucking convinced me, alright? We're here, together, like you wanted! I feel weak… following the dumb blonde around like her shadow"

"Then get yerself a frigging brunette girlfriend and get the hell outta' my house!" she was already giggling again but she lost it when he started to tickle her.

"As if you were a real blonde, besides…" he lifted and put her on his shoulder, shut the lights of the apartment and carried her back to the bedroom as she squealed "You should consider yourself lucky I even stand you, I'm an antisocial freak most of the time…" he laid her on the bed and picked up the first blanket he found in the nearest box, covering her.

"And I still fell in love with ya', you must've spread the weirdness to me!" she tried to get away from his arms.

"If you want to blame someone for your issues, the guilty ones are your pain in the ass parents; now shut your mouth and let me sleep before I regret moving in with you" he kissed her shoulder getting her to stop moving.

"I love ya', failure freak" was how their goodnight kiss went.

"I love you too, bubble headed blonde bimbo" she took his hands on hers, sharing her warmth with him, knowing this was the only way for him to get a good night sleep.

"Oh, crap, no… I didn't think this trough either, whut am I doin' here? I barely made it through med school; I better get the hell away from here…" Harley's thoughts encouraged her as she stood outside the very welcoming view of Arkham Asylum, and she was about to listen to them when.

"Identify yourself, please" the guard instructed trough the intercom.

"Uh, I'm Doctor Harleen Quinzel, this is my first day…" she wasn't very sure of how to proceed.

"Please hold your ID in front of the red light" of course, freaking chip recognition shit and stuff, she should've known. "Identity confirmed, welcome, Doctor Quinzel…" the gates opened squeaking, making her shake a bit more violently than she was already doing but she kept going forward until she recognized the face of whom she was told would meet her.

"Doctor Quinzel, right on time. I'm Joan Leland, head Doctor of the psychiatry area…" she took the hand she held out timidly, and became surprised of her strong grip; then being distracted by her psychiatrist mind and started analyzing her. Not too much taller than herself, beautiful dark skin and hair, and some shiny brown eyes, she was happy to meet her, she could tell, and could relate to her nervousness.

"A pleasure, Doctor Leland, but please… call me Harley, everyone does" actually, nobody would call her that if she didn't told them to when they first met her. It had been Jack's idea, and she'd liked it, so she kept it.

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable, Harley. It's important that you feel relaxed to do your best at your job. As we're on the first floor I'll first show you the laboratories, they were just inaugurated…" they entered together, showing their credentials to the receptionist that only nodded. She'd read all of the protocol and rules to follow, but this was her first real, payed and stable job so she tended to forget some things. Though Joan's carefree attitude helped her show a little more confidence.

"Right, I heard that they've just started to develop their own medicines for the patients here, has any of them been tested yet?" she said without a hint of an accent, score! And was able to follow her pace trough the impeccable white halls.

"Not yet, the head doctor tends to work with some strong materials, both organic and inorganic. This is why you'll find there are no security cameras in this area, the chemicals damage such electronics and it would be a waste of money trying to get them to work here, something Doctor Arkham despises…" Harley looked around the corners and confirmed what she was told. "Fortunately she is having her coffee break now, so I'd like you to meet her without getting all intoxicated" she winked at her and rapidly turned to find the cafeteria and opened the door. "Harley, this is Pamela Isley, head doctor of the laboratories of Arkham…"

"Oh, this is the new recruit. A pleasure, darling, you're so beautiful…" the gorgeous redhead offered her hand to her, and woke her up from her dark green eyes dream and continued to compliment her with Joan, but she couldn't listen. The moment they touched she felt a thousand volts revolving inside her body. Beautiful? She, had call her beautiful? No way, Harley thought.

She was not even cute, compared to her.

To be continued…

Dreamer.

Hello, readers! This is the first chapter of the first ever a little too smutty work I've put my hands down to. I don't know how I came up with this idea really, it just struck me like two days ago and I was like ok… I can give it a try! May have its origin in me having read a few batjokes themed fanfics and the new Harley Quinn comics too, and a pinch of my own craziness who am I to deny it? Well anyways, I hope you liked it and please leave your comments! I hope I don't mess with your sanity too much, hehe, bye!