Joker makes Harley eat

Harley had been refusing to eat, and Johnny Frost noticed.

Joker had been so preoccupied with letting Gotham know that the queen was back, that Frost had to tell J that Harley hadn't eaten in the week since they'd gotten her out of Belle Reve. He'd noticed because all she would eat was sweets and coffee.

Joker was livid that he hadn't noticed it, marched into the kitchen to see Harley sucking on a lollipop and flipping through an armory magazine. She looked up and saw Joker and smiled. "How ya' doin' puddin'?" She was smiling and looked up at him, adoringly.

"Harley." Joker growled. She looked back at him, confused. "I've heard that you haven't been eating, is that right?" HE yelled. He didn't even notice when all the henchmen cleared out.

"I've eaten, who's told you I ain't eatin'? I'll kill em'!" She yelled.

"It don't matter who told me, it just matters that they did." He sounded almost animalistic as a hiss erupted from his throat. Normally he hissed at her she would back away, but after her time in BR, she was more confident since she met with the rest of the squad, so she didn't back down.

"Puddin' I eat when I want, what I want, and with who I want. I'm fine." She cocked her head and stood, running a finger down his tense jaw, hoping to calm him, but to no avail.

"Harley, you will eat!" He yelled, and this time he actually noticed something. She shrunk back from him, and actually whimpered. Harley Quinn never cried, or whimpered. She was physcotic, she laughed in the face of death, but in the face of nourishment she whimpered?

"NO, I'm sorry sir, I won't do it again! Please!" She yelled and Joker, while in his thoughts, hadn't noticed that she'd crawled away, and was curled in the corner of the huge kitchen, her back pressed to the cupboards and her knees were drawn to her chest. "Just, don't let him hurt me." She pleaded.

Then all of the sudden, Harley was laughing, but Joker could tell she was laughing in pain, trying to force down the emotions Joker told her to hide.

Joker groaned and rolled his head and looked back to her, approaching her. He took off his coat and cautiously knelt beside her, draping his blazer on her. She thrashed against it and shot out her hand to hit him, not registering it was J, but he caught it, then he caught the other wrist, and he pulled her closer to him. Again she fought against him. He used his knees and forced her back to the cupboards again and this time to face him. He pinned her hands under his knees, probably hurting her, and used his now free hands to force her cloudy eyes meet his. Slowly her eyes cleared and she looking at him, and she was positively terrified.

"Damnit Harley, get a grip." He clawed out. She started to hyperventilate.

"I'm sorry J. I'm sorry." She gulped down a sob. She hated being weak. Joker told her when she was first Harley Quinn that she had to be stronger than steal, and more ruthless than him if she was going to stay by his side. But that was before he really loved her.

At her resolve to stay strong, Joker softened, only for her. He spread his legs and pulled her to him, letting them both fall bassackwards and his back taking the blunt of the impact.

"Sh. Harley, you have to eat. You're too thin, and I don't want my Queen unpresentable and unhealthy, do you?" He asked into her clean sugar-smelling hair.

"No. I'll eat, I promise." She told him, her voice muffled by the button up shirt over his hard chest.

"Good. You're never leaving baby, you're mine." He growled out and Harley giggled.