Hello again my darling readers! First, I want to thank all of you who have been kind enough to read and review my other two fics! It means the world to me!! Originally this story was never going to be written, but I'm penning it due to the fact that I've received several requests for a follow up to "Let Them Eat Cake" 1 and 2. So here it is… I hope ya'll like it! Remember to review please! I love constructive criticism! :)
Disclaimer: I would like to reinforce the fact that I do not own any of these characters! I simply manipulate their actions and dialogue for the amusement of my readers and myself. Please read but don't sue!
I Used To Hate Mondays…
Upon his entrance into her plush office, located on the forth floor of Arkham Asylum, Harleen Quinzel noticed immediately something very unusual about the appearance of her patient. Forget the permanent Chelsea grin affixed to his face or the odd orange jumpsuit… It was something entirely different that caught her attention.
"Why may I ask," Harleen said coolly as the Joker seated himself across from her on the interview couch "Are you not wearing the makeup that I gave you Saturday? You asked for it repeatedly and yet you mock me by showing up to our session without it on. I'm afraid I am a tad confused Mr. J. Surely you are capable of explaining this to me?" Harleen's voice was bordering on angry, though she tried very hard to conceal it. Honestly, was she supposed to be pleased when he was openly rejecting her gift to him? He simply returned her comment and question with a broad smile.
"Harrrrllleeyyy…" he cooed "Why so serious?" He winked and shifted his weight on the leather sofa, his smile faltering momentarily as he strained against the confinement of his straight jacket "If you're looking for a logical reason…" his voice melted into giggles at the absurdity of his statement "I would be more than… obliged to give it to you."
Harleen stared at him, captivated by his statement. Was the Joker really suggesting that he would willingly divulge a secret to her? She felt her throat go dry as he opened his unpainted mouth to speak again.
"I assumed that you would want due compensation for the uh," his tongue poked out of his mouth and ran across his scarred lips making a light smacking sound "special little… gifts you gave me a couple days ago. Ya' know doll face?"
Swallowing deeply, Harleen shook her head in the negative. "No Mr. J, I wouldn't want you to feel as though you were forced or coerced…" But he quickly interrupted cocking an eyebrow and letting out a whoop of laughter.
"Trust me little harlequin, you can't force me to. Do. A. Thing." He annunciated each word, making sure she understood. "And don't try to use your stupid med school gimmicks on me sister," he spat "I know better. I know, I know, I know, I know…" his voice trailed off as he broke into an even wider smile.
"I am going to tell you precisely what your eager little ears want to hear. Tell me Harl, do you think I'm ugly? Hideous, you know any of those sweet little synonyms that match up with repulsive, disgusting, heinous, and repugnant? Tell me, I am soooo anxious to know what you really think." He beckoned her with his eyes that glinted in the offices low lighting. "C'mon Harley, I'm waiting."
"No," she whispered, her throat so dry she could barely speak. Swallowing, she repeated herself more vehemently. "No, I do not think you're ugly. I can't even believe you would ask such a question." She said firmly.
The Joker erupted into a fit of laughter, howling and convulsing. When his outburst had reduced itself to giggles he addressed her again, a more serious, guttural tone replacing his usual sing song.
Locking his eyes on her he growled: "Wanna' know how I really, genuinely got these scars? Better get out some paper Harley girl. I'm gonna' tell you about my wife."
Okay so chapter one is really short, basically just an introduction. But trust me, I have already written chapter two and I think this story will head in a nice and dark direction…. :) Please review and I will update soon! Hugs!!