Wow, thank you so much for the response, I am so flattered. I was not expecting that. I'm just obsessed with these two! Again, apologies if this is bad or out of character. Also, please be gentle as English is not my native language.
Harley slipped into her bra and panties, then unzipped the dress she had chosen to wear for the exciting night ahead of her.
She slipped into it, zipping it back up, before reaching down to grab her pair of stilettos to step into them. Tonight was going to be different, she believed. Maybe not completely different than usual, as her and her Mr. J were firstly tending to business at the club, but there was a part of her that couldn't help anticipating what would become of the night ahead of her.
Something had changed between her and her Puddin', and she knew exactly what that something was. Bending down to fix the straps on her spiked stilettos, her eyes landed on that meaningful difference and its significance as she fiddled with adjusting the straps around her ankles. Her tattoo, a new addition from just the night before.
Three centimeters on her forth finger, a Q with a heart beneath it. She smiled a teeth-gleaming wide smile to herself, shaking her head with bewilderment yet again. Though it had finally began to sank in, she still couldn't quite wrap her head around it and come to grips with it. Her and her Mr. J! Married!
A strangled squeal left her throat as she stood up lithely in her stilettos, rubbing the pad of her thumb against it, her smile so big it was beginning to feel painful. Her Puddin' had a matching tattoo in the exact same spot on his finger now, though his was a K with a heart beneath it. K and Q. King and Queen. Husband and wife.
Could anything be more perfect? Harley wondered to herself dreamily as she approached the mirror, inspecting her attire for the evening. Her dress was thigh length and low-cut in the bosom department, which was why she'd made sure she wore fishnet stockings as well, as her Puddin' was funny about her showing off too much of herself for other men unless it was solely for his enjoyment in mind. She ran her hands down her sides, then up, cupping each breast, pushing them up so her cleavage stood out. Satisfied, she found her jewelry box, slipping in large hooped gold earrings in both ears.
Her make-up came next, and she hummed to herself as she put on a shiny coating of deep red lipstick. Just as she found her eyeliner and was attempting to do her signature bold look that made her blue eyes pop out, she was interrupted.
The bedroom door flung open, startling her. A noise left her throat as her heart pounded in her chest like a crazy thing, one hand flailing around her throat as she spun around on the spot. For a moment, no one entered the room while she laughed to herself shakily. Then, a second later, her Puddin' was there.
"Ta-da!" he called, stepping into the room at last, both arms outstretched as he spun around on the spot, prancing around.
"Puddin', you scared the living daylights out of me!" Harley said with a flustered chuckle, admiring him, as he liked.
Her Puddin' always loved to make an entrance and tonight he was dressed every bit fit for her handsome king.
He was wearing a tuxedo tonight, something that made her feel happy that her suspicions had indeed been correct. Tonight was going to be a special night. It wasn't everyday her Puddin' dressed up especially for her. The tuxedo was a shimmery light green, hugging his slight physique, matching her dress to eerie perfection. When he bowed at her theatrically, a small gleaming smile stretched his lips, his eyes roaming over Harley's attire appreciatively himself.
They were matching in the clothes they had chosen to wear for the evening. It was so adorable that Harley felt as if her heart was threatening to rip itself apart.
"Oh my God, Puddin'," she muttered, almost bursting into tears. "We're like Siamese twins or something with how we're matching with our clothes! Sometimes we're just so adorable that it makes me wanna be sick!" Her Mr. J didn't like it when Harley got too emotional, so she reigned in her emotions quickly, "Ya got all dressed up for me?"
He gave Harley his signature laugh, making her feel warm inside. "Of course I did, baby. Anything for my pretty, pretty, pretty little Queen."
"Ya know what tonight is, don't you?" she asked, unable to help herself from reminding him. "Tonight's pretty much our honeymoon- or so it is for normal people, anyway. I know we aren't much normal, but ya got any surprises waiting for me, Mr. J?"
Her Puddin' feigned thought as he offered her his arm, which she took eagerly. "You'll have to wait and see what Daddy has in store for you now, won't ya?"
Before Harley could respond, her Puddin' dipped his head down low, pressing his lips to hers. It was like an electric shock to the system, a jolt that made her head clear of all previous thought when his lips moved against hers with a hungry, guttural moan.
Getting more into it, Harley brought up both arms, curling them around his neck tight, a moan leaving her lips in response as she parted them to him, allowing him entrance. Their wet, hot tongues danced together, licking and lashing at each other messily.
It still stunned her even after all this time, how her Puddin' could affect her in such a way. All he had to do was just look at her a certain way or laugh, and she was immediately gooey mush in his hands. Harley had suspected it would have waned off, his affect on her, while she did time in prison and when she'd been recruited for the Squad, but that was not the case.
Even after all this time, she couldn't seem to get enough of him. He was like a drug that no matter how hard she tried to wean herself off of, nothing could ever fully make that craving go away.
Harley felt bereft when Mr. J pulled away from her, eyeing her heatedly. "Let's get out of here, baby," he said, licking his bottom lip, metal winking at her on his teeth cheekily. "The king's got places he needs to be. And besides... a little birdie tells Daddy we got a lot to do tonight."
"Um hmm, Puddin'" was all Harley could respond with as he dragged her out of the bedroom.
Perusing the men in the room, Harley searched for their first victim as husband and wife eagerly while she hoisted herself up onto the chain that hung above the ceiling, the manic bass line egging her on.
She'd read somewhere in a magazine that she had managed to coerce one of the guards to give her in prison one time that apparently marriage changes you. According to the article in the glossy magazine, marriage made you feel more relaxed and secure about the future.
While Harley undoubtedly felt both parts of that, she didn't feel what the article had preached as 'nurturing instincts' as yet, where a newly married woman found herself thinking about cultivating not only a family with her man, but a quiet, chilled lifestyle.
Though newly married on no one else's terms but hers and her Puddin's, Harley didn't feel quite ready to give up this part of their lifestyle as yet. In fact, she still felt as exhilarated by this as she used to. No doubt, her Mr. J felt the same.
She let her eyes find him a couple of times while she did her thing, wrapping one leg over one side of the chain, gripping it with her flesh. Relaxing her grip with her hands, she let go, balancing backwards, her training as a gymnast coming in handy more than ever. Hanging upside down with her long hair cascading around her head and with her gleaming white smile in place, she peered around the room again, scoping out a victim that seemed too easy to reel in.
The blood rushed and trickled to her head, making her cranium pound as her gaze settled on a man sitting alone near the bar. From what she could see of him, he had a buzz cut, a tattoo on the side of his neck. Arching herself back up, she swung off the chain, everyone's eyes watching her, admiring her in her tight-fitting dress, her porcelain skin and her tattoos.
Setting her sights on the man, she placed both hands on her hips, bracing herself to do her work. She stared at the man in determination as she stepped back slightly, wanting to get some decent space, then she ran and took a leap off the stage. A loud burst of joyful noise from a group of men sounded off at her antics, and once she approached the man, she pulled herself up onto the bar, crawling towards him.
The man seemed surprised and disbelieving that she had even noticed him. He paused from taking a swig of his drink, glancing around to check and see for sure that it was actually him she was invested in. Up close, she saw he had a septum piercing. On all fours, she reached him, angling her body low enough so that he could hopefully see what was beneath the dress and what her bra was hiding. When the man sat upright, his eyes wide, Harley chuckled in amusement at how flustered he appeared.
"You shy?" she asked, putting her mouth near him. "You shy, Mister? That's so cute!"
When Harley lifted a hand, about to stroke his cheek, the man moved, putting distance between them.
"Here, pussy, pussy, pussy," she called under her breath, as if the man was an overexcited dog. A laugh escaped her. If there was one thing Harley had learned best about her and her Puddin's games, it was about how fragile and sensitive a man's ego was. "Wow, even Batsy-Boy's got bigger balls than you," she retorted, crushing the man further.
Just as she expected, the ball fell easily into her court. The man stiffened at the taunt, his jaw clenching. His pride had been crushed, just like that. He was like putty. Harley's eyes passed him to where her man was waiting, sitting in the closed-off VIP area, his hand clenched over his cane- watching, her Puddin' always liked to watch these things unfold.
Sliding close, she splayed out onto her side, running a hand down her tummy as she observed the man with bright, mirthful eyes. He wouldn't dare so much as meet her gaze. He kept looking around, conscious not to so much as look at her for even a second. Leaning forward, she reached out with her hand, seeing him flinch when she raked her fingers roughly through his short buzz-cut.
"What? Am I not good enough for you or somethin', huh?" she whispered in his ear, feigning sadness. "You don't like me? I'm not pretty enough for you? Well, that's what he always tells me." Harley prided on herself being the best actress at the most theatrical of times. She attempted to make herself appear real worked up, her eyes welling with actual tears. "I wanna be rid of him, but you know... it isn't that easy. It never is, is it?"
Finally, the man met her eyes, his dark ones shining at her in the lights. Concerned. He was concerned. Bingo. "I know who you are. Your the Joker's lady?"
"You think I'm his lady by choice?" She sniffled loudly. "I tried to tell him a couple of times that I'm done, that I'm through with this life. But does he listen to a word I say? No, he doesn't." She knew how delicate she looked when she cried, so she let a few tears slide down her cheeks, inhaling in deeply.
When she looked past the man's shoulder to where her Puddin' was, she saw he was standing now. Her heart raced at the piercing, dark look he was giving them and she had to fight down another giggle.
This was the part that got her hooked the most; The jealousy in her Mr. J's eyes, how darker and predatory his gaze went. Even where she was lying, spreadeagled on the counter top, she could see his grill glistening as he parted his lips, his eyes boring into hers. Harley thought she could even hear the grumbling noise he was making all the way from where he stood through the music.
"No, you know what I need? Like what I truly, truly need?" The man was captivated, watching every expression that flitted across her face. He was entranced. "I need a man like you. Someone to save me, someone strong and... sorta sexy, 'cause I'm not strong enough to do that on my own, ya know?"
She sniffed again, lifting her left hand to swipe away at the moisture her tears had left on her cheeks with the back of her fingers. Her eyes snagged onto the solid inked Q tattoo on the top of her forth finger yet again, her wedding finger. A surge of happiness shot through her as it dawned onto her for the hundredth time that she was, by all intents and purposes, a married woman now. And her man... She lifted her eyes, glancing at him again.
He was still watching, his eyes glued to the pair of them, even when he lifted a hand, raking his fingers through his slicked back, bright green hair, preening himself for his Queen. He stood straight, erect, like a dog on alert waiting for the right moment to pounce. She loved this feeling, most of all, whenever they did this. It was one of the rare few moments she truly felt cherished, loved, by her Puddin'. She was the center of his universe as they played this game- and his gaze never strayed, not even for the shortest second.
"You wanna know the truth?" she asked, bringing her eyes back to the man. Out of the corner of them, she saw her Puddin' begin making his move, stalking through the crowd. It was addictive, thrilling, how gleeful she felt. "Sometimes, I wanna leave him. Mr. Joker. You wanna save me? You wanna take me away and save me from him, huh?"
This was the part she always knew worked best; Men liked to be saviors, she'd learned throughout the games her and her Puddin' had played. Put a damsel in front of a man and he became putty in her hands.
The man seemed to hesitate, all the while his brown eyes started roaming, eyeing her body in her dress, tentative lust in his eyes. The instance the question, "Where you wanna go?" erupted from his mouth, Harley felt like basking.
Bingo. Putty in her hands, and so easily.
She wasn't sure whether the man had caught onto what was happening or not, but he glanced between them, noticing her Puddin' had vanished from where he had previously been sitting. The man started to stand, glancing around again nervously, but Harley slipped both hands on his muscular shoulders, pulling him to her in a firm embrace.
"Well, come on? Don't leave a poor desperate lady in need waiting," she muttered under her breath, irritated. "Are ya gonna save me or what? You gonna take me away and treat me like a princess?" When the man attempted to push her hands away, still peering around frantically for the Joker, Harley made a soft cooing, heartbroken noise, knowing how the men loved it. "Hey, can't you hear me? I'm talkin' to you! You gonna help me?" When he went to step away, she latched on, curling her fingers around the lapels of his jacket, clinging. "Don't you wanna help me be free of him? I can make it worth your while, hmmm?"
"No, I've changed my mind," the man spluttered, pushing her away forcefully. "Your the Joker's girl. I'm not crazy!"
"Aww, so you are a pussy, huh? You don't want me? I truly aren't cute enough for ya?" Harley covered her slender fingers over her mouth and eyes, pretending to cry, just in time enough. "Fine then." She turned, kicking her legs off the counter top, to see her Puddin' standing directly behind where she had laid flat on the bar, though his gaze was solely intent on the man she had just been fooling around with.
Though Harley found it cute of her Puddin', she knew he had a particular way of looking at other people that made them feel like emptying their bowels all over themselves. Especially when they played their games like this. Though his face was expressionless, she caught that silent gleam in his eyes- the look he always had before and after something bad happened to the little pawn in their game.
This guy was so screwed!
Genuine laughter bubbled in Harley's throat as she pulled her legs up into a sitting position, leaning her bare back against her Mr. J as she observed the man in front of them. If he hadn't been scared before, he was now. She thought she heard him whimper a little and gulp as he stared back into her Puddin's eyes, his face trembling slightly.
"What do we have here, hmmm?" Her Puddin' asked as he leaned down to mutter into the shell of her ear through the thumping music, his throaty voice alone sending tingles on her skin.
"Puddin', he says I'm not pretty enough for him to play with," she said back through the music, her voice high with outrage. She wiped at her eyes again, feigning a sob. "Is that true?" A shiver coursed through Harley at what she knew must be storming through her Puddin's mind at that.
If there was one thing she knew her Mr. J disliked the most, it was hearing people disrespect Harley or call her words like 'ugly' or 'not pretty enough'. Half the time Harley made up that they had called her that just to get a rise out of him, sure. But she was certain her Puddin' thrived on her lies just as much as she did as an excuse to have a laugh.
"Not pretty enough, hmm?" Just as she expected, she heard the hidden undercurrent of danger to her Puddin's tone as he uttered the words. "So my Harley girl's not pretty enough for you?"
"I... I mean, she's pretty, sure," the man croaked out, his upper lip glistening with sweat. "But she's your girl. I don't want no trouble now!"
When he drew closer to the man, Harley watched, riveted, as her Mr. J got real close to invade the other man's personal space. They were so close, eyeballing each other, that their noses were just inches away from touching. Her Puddin's lip-stick coated lips were parted, his grill shining in the lights as his eyes danced around the man's face critically. One hand twitched to the gun in his holster that was strapped and hidden beneath his tuxedo jacket.
"You don't want no trouble?" Puddin' repeated, and a laugh escaped him.
"N-no, Mr Joker, sir. I-I know she's your lady and... a-according to the rumors floating around this joint, she's now your... your wife. As I said, I don't-"
"- That's right." A low snarl tearing through her Puddin's gritted teeth, he whipped out his gun and quick as a blink, a deafening boom erupted through the club as a bullet went straight through the man's head.
Harley shut her eyes instinctively as she felt the spray of warm blood hit her, and when she reopened her eyes slowly, she noticed from her surroundings that everyone was starting to get panicked. People were watching, throwing cautious glances their way, only she couldn't seem to care.
Not when she lifted her gaze and found her Puddin' facing her, looking right down at her. He had speckles of blood on his pasty cheeks and some smears covering the 'Damaged' tattoo on his forehead, yet Harley didn't think she had ever seen something so handsome in her entire life as her Puddin', her husband, standing there, covered in blood from the man he'd just murdered. Her heart seemed to stand still as her eyes glued to his while he breathed heavily through his mouth, his chest rising and falling rapidly through the material of his jacket.
Sliding his gun back into his holster and concealing it with a flamboyant flap of his jacket, her Puddin' outstretched a hand, offering it to her, his slender fingers trembling as a mischievous grin upturned the corners of his lips. Without hesitation, Harley lifted her hand, sliding her fingers against his, feeling the rough texture of her man's skin.
It was as if they were the only two living people left alive in the room. No one else seemed to matter- not the dead body on the floor, not anyone. There was just her and her Mr. J, and Harley wouldn't have been surprised if a spotlight was on them right now, making them the center of everyone else's attention.
Making her feel as if she was on fire, electrified, her eyes remained on his unblinkingly when her Puddin' bent down, inclining his head like royalty, his eyes on nothing else but hers. The kiss he planted on the back of her knuckles, over the tattoo on her wedding finger that signified their secret union, it felt hot and greasy as he breathed on her and swiped lipstick onto her skin with each movement of his lips. It was the most romantic thing in the world, unlike nothing else, even with the dead body on the ground near them and all that blood.
"You wanna know what kept me going when I was locked away, Mr. J?" It wasn't something Harley thought she would ever discuss with him, but she felt the need to now.
"What's that, baby?" he breathed into her skin fervently, his eyes intense with a manic gleam in them.
"I used to fantasize about us, married like this, ya know. It kept me going on for days and days."
Pulling on her hand roughly, her Puddin' yanked her to her feet, and Harley slipped her arms around his neck, interlacing her fingers together around his back. The interest in her Puddin's eyes spurred her into continuing, no matter how soppy it probably seemed.
"Only, it wasn't like this. I was the devoted housewife, dressed in her cute little apron with curlers in her hair, and you were a nine-to-fiver, coming home to me after another hard day of work. And you'd come inside with ya briefcase and you'd say, 'How's daddy's puppies?' 'cause we had children and you liked to call 'em puppies."
Joker cocked his head to the side, his metal teeth flashing at her as his forehead crinkled questioningly, "And is that what you want still, honey?"
"They'd pumped me with drugs in there, so I was hallucinating or something," she laughed, shrugging. "I thought that's what I'd wanted, but now... now I'm not so sure anymore. 'Cause what we got together, it's good enough, isn't it?" Harley eyed him hesitantly, "I mean, all that stuff, its... normal. It's what normal people do. And you and me? We're not normal, are we, Puddin'? It would just be like faking it because normal isn't us, and then we'd get bored, and when we're bored, who's gonna know what's gonna happen next?"
Harley unlocked her fingers, lifting her hands up to clasp them around his head.
"Normal isn't us, it's not what we'll ever be. Raising the puppies and changing diapers and getting regular daytime jobs and living by societies rules? That's for other people, not for us. We're the freaks, the outsiders, but at least we got each other. We got our own stuff to do, and we live by our own terms, on our own terms. No apologies, no regrets. Just you and me, Puddin'!"
She could tell her Puddin' enjoyed the idea as much as she did now. A low hiss left his parted lips, and they both leaned in, mashing their lips together, bathing in their newfound clarity. Normal would never be the way they lived. And Harley thought for once that she was now finally okay with that.
Just her and her Puddin', living the married high life, on their own terms.
The king and queen.
Sorry if this was bad and disappointing compared to other chapter. Also, if they aren't true to screen. I am so nervous writing them hoping I do justice! Thank you so much, you all are so lovely! I'm seeing Suicide Squad for the second time this weekend, something I rarely do. I guess it safe to say Harley/Joker has me shipping them so hard right now. :) If there is anything you would like to be written about, feel free to let me know. Merci!