Ok so its been awhile since I've written anything, so I hope this story is alright. By the way I'm doing this without a Beta so if you notice anything please tell me. All reviews are good reviews so don't feel shy. Oh and I do not own these characters, so please enjoy my story.
L'absence est a l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent:
Il eteint le petit, il allume le grand.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes
the small, it enkindles the great.
-Comte De Bussy-Rabutin
Bowmen couldn't believe what he was hearing, The Joker, or Jack Napier, as he was just told, was actually an operative in the FBI. Not just an operative but a 'brain', the smartest minds in the agency. Bowmen sat back in his chair staring intently over at the man across from him, thinking that all this could be another fabricated lie of the jokers, like the scare stories that change from an enraged father to an upset girl scout with a sharp cookie. He didn't want to put to much into the story, but second guessed himself when he thought over the details. He came to a conclusion a test of sorts. Straighting up in his seat he grabbed his pen and pad, slide them across the table (in hindsight a bad move) to the criminal.
The joker stared at the paper as if it was a foreign object, then looked back up at good ole Dr. Bowmen, waiting for an explanation. After a second the balding man finally started talking.
"Alright Mr. Napier, if I am to believe your story then give me proof."
With drawn out sigh Jack picked up the pen and began to write a website with five codes and step by step instructions to hack into the main database of the FBI. Along with the names of files that still existed with his name on it. After finishing the list he put the pen down on the pad and slide it back towards Dr. Bowmen, Explaining what it was he had written down. Dr. Bowmen looked over the information with an impressed look then up at the joker. Clearing his throat while putting the pad and pin in his briefcase Dr. Bowmen stands ready to leave. Stopping short when he heard the jokers voice.
"See you tomorrow Doc."
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Bowmen stared at the screen reading and rereading the same lines for what seemed like the fifth time, before it finally sunk in. Jack Napier AKA: The Joker was once just a troubled youth of the narrows in Gotham. He had lived with his mother, father unknown, and had no siblings that are known. He was recruited for a project known only as Perfect Soldier.
'So, he hadn't been lying.' Bowmen thought as he leaned back into his ostentatious swivel chair, looking around his room at all his prized positions, none being more important then the picture of his family, showing the smiling faces of his wife and son. Releasing a breath he hadn't known he was holding when the true weight of the situation came crashing on him. The Joker or Jack Napier had asked him for a favor, and after seeing the evidence of the truth he wasn't going to condemn this man. With a final sigh Bowmen shut down his computer, thinking about the information he had just learned.
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Jack waited patiently in the 'therapy' room, for Dr. Bowmen to show up. After ten minutes had passed, and no Doc Jack had wondered if he had made the right choice in telling Bowmen, then shook his head getting agitated for second guessing himself. 'What's wrong with you jack you never questioned yourself before, so don't start now.' just as Jack was thinking this the door swung open to revel the very distraught Dr. Bowmen. The Joker for all he was appeared as comfortable as if he were sitting on the most comfiest chair in the world.
"Ahh, a bit late there Doc." The Joker said while following his every move with his eyes.
"Sorry about that, I was a little held up. Now Mr. Napier what do you want from me?" Dr. Bowmen put his briefcase in the floor settling down in his seat and leaning into the table staring intently at Jack.
"Well first I need information about a previous patient of the fine establishment that is Arkahm, in fact Doctor she was one of your patients."
"Mr. Napier I can't with a clean concisions give you information about a patient, unless I know it is for the well being of said patient."
"Believe me Doc if I don't get this information then shes as good as dead."
Dr. Bowmen started turning white, he could handle many things patients that killed family and laugh about, some even bathing in blood but for some reason the look that was in The Jokers eyes when he was telling him this seemed to take all the life out of him. He sat there imaging some women who he had help being tortured, beaten, slaughtered.
Dr. Bowmen barely pulling himself together asked the question that would put a face to the horrible thoughts that swirled around his head. "Who."
"Harleen Quinzel."
With those two words Dr. Bowmen's mind was spiraling thinking of the blond petite with blue eyes who had seen to much and was once again in danger or maybe had never left.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
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After finding out about Harley's supposed paranoia being the reason as to why they kept her for two years, and not that she had been taking speed at the time they found her, only furthered his agitation at these idiots. When the session was over Jack sat in his room thinking about his Harley and how they had meet.
Jack had just finished his new mission and was going in to debrief. As he passed the gym he caught a glimpse of blond hair out of the corner of his eye. Jack is naturally a curious man and for some reason seeing someone in the gym on off hours peaked his curiosity. Walking closer to the door Jack looked in through the windows on the door and watched as a petite blond girl do three back flips simultaneously ending in a split. Jack choose that point to walk in, as he got closer he realized that he had never seen this girl before which is odd since he knows everyone that works here. He had made it a point to know at least everyones name that worked in this section of the building including the janitors.
"Who are you?" Jack asked as he leaned against the wall net to the door. The girl mad no response to his words besides getting up and walking over to the towel that was hanging right next to him. As the girl took a hold of the towel, she turned her head to face Jack.
"What are you doing here? No one is suppose to be in the building at this time." Jack taken back by the girls straight forward question took a second before he answered.
"I asked you a question first." Jack said not giving anything away about how the girl unnerved him.
"I am General Kelsey's daughter, now answer my question."
"Fine I'm trying to figure out who this girl is thats in the gym after hours."
The girl gave a sigh of agitation and a roll of her eyes. "Thats not what I meant."
"No its not, but neither was your answer."
Jack noticed the corners of the girls mouth twitch as though trying not to smile.
"Fine I'll answer your question and you answer mine deal?"
Jack nodded his head in agreement. The girl took a breath when realizing Jack wasn't going first.
"My name is Harleen Quinzel." Jack nodded his head with a questioning look at her last name. Harley noticed his questioning gaze but shook her head smiling saying your turn. Giving into her he told her that he was here to debrief.
"You could've waited, I doubt they'll even be here."
"Maybe, Miss. Quinzel, but I have my orders."
"Yeah, and I bet none of them have anything to do with talking to a general's daughter, right?"
Jack watched the smirk on Harley's face when she said this and felt an answering smirk rise on his face.
"Touche"
"Now about that name of yours..." Jack trailed off purposely watching Harley for any tall-tail signs of her lying.
Harley shrugged her shoulders, "Nothing to tell I was just given my mom's name at birth."
"The kids at school must've loved that, huh?"
"Wouldn't know, I've never been to school, home schooled all my life."
Jack whistled at that, "Well I guess that could be a good thing, in a way, you know no teasing, and all that."
"I guess but now I'm curious what's wrong with my name?"
"Nothing, nothing at all, in fact I love your name see if you rearrange the letters a bit, well you get Harlequin."
"Like the Italian clown right?"
"Exactly."
Jack watched Harley's face as she thought about the new name, then she smiled at him and nodded her head.
"Well I guess if you want to call me that you can, but everyone else calls me Harley."
Jack sighed rolling over, to lay on his side and tried to get some sleep.
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Bowmen walked with purpose in his stride as he neared the asylums record room. Passing through security as if it were nothing, which it wasn't. He finally reached his destination looking around the vast room filled with file cabinets and labeled boxes. Walking to the back of the room where the letter ''Q'' started he began his search for Quinzel. He found the file he had been looking for and put it in his back before proceeding out of the records room. Bowmen went back out of the asylum to the awaiting van. Getting into the back of the van Bowmen handed over the file to a bulky male in a clown mask.
"Here this is all the records on Miss Quinzel."
"What about the computer files on her?" The clown asked in a voice that sounded like he needed water.
"There never was any on her, I don't know why but, she was the only patient I have ever had whose computer profile was never made."
"Alright thanks for your service."
With that said Bowmen walked out of the van and back into the building. Not realizing that his patient was on his way out.
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Joker had just walked back from the showers to his cell whistling a song with no set tune, and breaking out in laughter every now and then. After being thrown into his cell by the guards Joker decided to make some small talk with them.
"So, uh... Joe hows the wife? She still work at that little boutique on the corner of 5th and Adams?"
"How did you know that? huh how did you know where Suzie works? Answer me clown." Joe yelled while the other guard held him back from attacking the know laughing clown.
"Calm down Joe! He can't hurt anyone while he's locked up in there, especially not someone who's halfway across the city."
"Yeah, your right, I'm just protective of Suzie."
"You know I just love these touching scenes." The Joker said while grabbing Joe from behind and slicing his throat open.
"Well I guess he doesn't appreciate the sentiment as much as I do, Huh?" The Joker stepped over top the still gurgling Joe,
towards the shacking guard holding his gun pointed at the Joker.
"You uh know that in order for you to uh shot me you have to do two things: one is to stop shaking," While saying this the Joker took hold of the barrel of the glock 9mm and steadied it, "and the second is to take the safety off." When the Joker said this the guard looked down at the safety on the gun, before it was ripped out of his hand.
"See this is how you're suppose to hold it, this guns light weight, isn't it? Yep, they don't make them like they used to, uhuh give me ah .45 automatic any day, now those, those, are guns. See these glocks they don't have the power a .45 does, nope. Not. A. Bit. In fact I'll show ya." The Joker pointed the gun at the cameras in the hallway and shot them all out before turning back to the guard and shooting his stomach. The guard screamed out and fell to the floor clutching his stomach. "See right there. That. Is. The. Problem. With these guns. A .45 automatic would have killed you with one shot just by the energy from the bullet, but this only wounds you, now if I were to, Oh say shot you in the head, I guess it wouldn't matter, huh." The Joker shot the guard one last time in the head before walking down the hall towards the stairs that were next to the elevator. Hitting the up button next to the elevator, then when the doors opened he pressed floor 5 which is where his clothes where being held, and stepped out of the elevator before the doors closed. He then stepped back to the dead guard took off his clothes before cutting a big smile on each of there faces, and pulling on the guards uniform before walking back to the stairs and walking up to ground floor.
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Bowmen saw the guards rushing up the stairs as he entered the reception area he turned and asked the receptionist what was going on.
"The Joker, he's gotten out somehow, they think he's going up to the 5th floor. They left a few guards down here just in case he changes his mind. I hope they catch him, don't you doctor?...doctor?"
"Oh, ah, yes, yes of course." Bowmen looked around distractedly. When he noticed a guard walking towards him... no towards the doors as he past Bowmen had caught a glimpse of a scar on his cheek that appeared to go to his mouth in a smile. Knowing instantly who it was but not what to do Bowmen just stood their and watched the Joker just walk right out of the asylum with out anyone noticing except for Bowmen.
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The Joker jumped into the van unbuttoning the guard uniform shirt, while the clown in the drivers seat took off through the city going to the high way and driving towards the next exit into the outskirts of the city, otherwise known as the narrows. Driving through the streets at a normal speed only stopping when they pulled up to an old warehouse. The Joker jumped out slamming the door ignoring the van as it speed away. Walking into the building Jack couldn't help the feeling of freedom that ran through his body as he took measured steps over to Rocko, his only loyal henchman, who was currently erasing all memory of his escape from the asylum video cameras. Jack grabbed the swivel seat next to Rocko and sat down backwards. Jack put the folder, that the clown in the van had given him about Harley, down on the table opened to a picture of a smiling blond women, her royal blue eyes showing all the melancholy that the smile couldn't hide.
Jack looked closely at the picture before sighing and closing his eyes remembering a time when that smile used to be warm and her eyes full of life. Then there was that laugh, it could make a rainy day seem bright and sunny.
Harley couldn't help the tears from coming to her eyes or her stomach from hurting as she continued to laugh at a joke that Jack had told her. It also didn't help that as soon as she doubled over in laughter that Jack had decided to hold her down and tickle her relentlessly.
"Ok..ha..ok...stop...I can't breath...hahaha."
Jack smirked down at her still tickling her side with with his free hand as his other was holding her hands together over her head.
"You know what I'll stop if you ask me nicely with out laughing, deal?"
Jack watched her nod her head.
"Jack...Wiilll...you pullleasssse...sttoop...tick...tickling...meh?"
Jack moved his hand away from her side smiling at her, all the while tacking notice of her hairs that had came out of her pony tail and made its way to her face, the flush of her skin, the way her chest moved up and down as she took mouthfuls of air into her perfectly shaped mouth. Jack didn't even register his hand moving until he saw it move the hair off her face, deciding to make the most of the situation he gently ran his fingers, that had just moments ago forced her to laugh uncontrollably, down to trace her eyebrow, over her check bone that ran under her eye, towards her nose, then tracing her lips, all the while staring into her eyes as she stared back into his. He felt slight pressure being put on his finger, and for an insane moment felt jealous of his finger. Jack being the thinker moved his hand down to cup her jaw and leaned in closer to her and watched as her eyes fluttered closed before closing his own and kissing her softly at first then harder. His hand moving behind her head and weaved into her hair tilting her head for better access to her mouth. Opening his mouth slightly to suck her bottom lip till she moaned giving him the best opportunity and slipped his tongue into her mouth, massaging her tongue with his teaching her mouth how to move with his. He let go of her hands and immediately felt them run up and down his back till one moved to his jaw then back into his hair copying his own hand on the back of her head the other was over his right shoulder tracing his spin from the middle of his back to the nape of his neck and back again. His own right hand had moved from the floor to trace the side of her breast to move slowly down towards the bottom of her camisole where he played with the bit of skin that showed. Breaking the kiss he moved his mouth over her jaw moving down her neck pausing briefly when he heard her gasp at a sensitive spot he had found then moving towards her collar bone leaving nips and licks along the way. Jack couldn't stop the moan that came from his mouth even if he wanted to as he felt Harley rub up against him.
He moved his mouth back up to her mouth giving her another drawn out kiss before pulling back and pinning her hips down with his stopping the movement completely. Leaning his forehead down towards her own he tried to catch his breath. He heard Harley's breathing start to even out along with his own, when he opened his eyes he was met with the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen.
"That, was one hell of a first kiss Harles." Jack couldn't keep the smile from his face as he watched her own lips turn into a soft loving smile.
"I always wonder what kissing was all about. I guess now I know what all the fuss was about in the books I read."
"Why Harley, you mean to tell me that you read dirty novels?" Jack teased in an incredulous voice.
"NO!" Harley's face turned bright red from while her eyes looked anywhere but at Jack before mumbling, "they might have mentioned a kiss or two and others might have described intercourse but not all of them and it wasn't through out the whole book anyway."
Jack just stared down at her completely shocked yet ecstatic at the same time, his innocent Harley had just told him that she had read romance novels. Granted its not like admitting that she gets herself off on them, but still it's pretty damn hot when coming from a girl whose never done well 'Anything' in her life with either man or women. Jarred from his thoughts as he felt Harley squirming under him trying to get out from under him.
"Hay now, calm down Harles, there you go. Now why don't you tell me whats wrong."
"It's just, well, embarrassing."
"tsk,tsk,tsk,tsk, There's nothing for you to be embarrassed about, especially around me, ok?" Jack made sure to stare directly into her eyes as he said this. Harley nodded her head and smiled up at Jack.
Jack smiled back at her before giving her a small kiss.
Jack sighed again and looked over at Rocko who was currently looking through all police and hospital records for any Harleen Quinzel coming up with nothing.
"What should I look for? Cause I can't find any Harleen in either of the two records."
"She has to be staying somewhere it's just finding out where. She wouldn't stay in a place that they would have paper work on her, unless she went under a fake name but I doubt she would. So that leaves us searching all apartments in the Narrows that would let a tenant stay for just cash."
"So, all of them?" Rocko asked smiling knowing the answer.
"Yes, Matt all of them."
"Hay, I thought you weren't going to call me that anymore."
"Only around others Matt, your still my brother, an ugly one, but still my brother nonetheless."
"Yeah, your right now let's find my sister-in-law."
So what did you think? The next chapter is going to mostly be in Harley's POV as this one was mainly Jokers.