Harley cowered at the large bang of the door swinging open. She kept the blindfold on, just in case it was some kind of test. She didn't do too well on tests, but she was trying to prove that she was a good girl to this mysterious movie-star man!
Batman noted the blonde in a ball on the gym floor. "You there: are you all right?" A gruff voice questioned.
This guy's presence felt rough and uninviting, not like Mista J. She lifted her head cautiously. "Yes sir, all good here." She squeaked. He approached and she noticed the sound of fabric drifting across the gym floor, like a robe…. Or a cape. She suddenly felt the urge to hide the blindfold that was binding her eyes. This rough guy could be after that Mista J. She tugged at the fabric around her face and it fell around her neck, she looked down. It was a tie. An elegant one like a father was supposed to wear. "Dad?" She whispered, confused. Her head snapped up as the dark figure stooped in front of her. Their eyes were level.
"You're sweating." The man in the cowl stated.
"Huh?" She said with a daze, "Oh, oh yeah, I was working on my gymnastics routine."
"With this on?" Batman placed a gloved hand on the tie.
She protectively tugged it back. "Hey! That's my lucky tie!" She quickly sputtered a lie, at least she had always been good at that. "It belongs to my- Daddy." She stroked it softly.
Batman raised an eyebrow, but this girl's response felt truthful. He just wanted to test that to make sure. First, his eyes scanned the room for any sign of the Joker: the other buildings in the perimeter had come up empty. Then he asked, "Can I see your routine?" He should stay a little longer to guarantee her safety.
She tilted her head, "You ain't one of those pervs are you mister?"
Batman coughed, "I assure you, I am not."
The Joker placed both hands over his mouth to stifle his laughter, this was just too rich!
Batman turned at the slight sound. Harley started coughing to protect the mystery man, "Ahem, a-hem… I'm just out of breath." She smiled cheesily.
Batman looked back over his shoulder for a moment, and then turned to her, "I think you should get home before it gets too late. Dangerous men come out at night."
Like you? Harely thought to herself. "Can do, I'll get home right away." And just like that, the Dark Knight drifted out the door he came.
As soon as she heard it click closed, Harley breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She wiped the sweat from her head, hoping that she didn't contaminate the perfectly kept tie around her neck. She noticed a purple suited man with broad shoulders pop out from the shadows and she quickly covered her eyes with her hands. "Still being a good girl, see, Mista J?" She smiled, hopeful of reward and tinged with fear of punishment.
She felt the Joker's warm breath on her face as he stated, "You did well Harley girl. That bad man's always trying to ruin my fun." She felt her cheeks flush and her heart beat happily. She abruptly felt his warm fingers on her collar bone and she breathed in sharply at the contact. He chuckled at the response. He liked the obedience and could smell it on her. She was indeed a good little girl, albeit greedy. His intent was to snatch back the tie which he had left around her neck, but he was in a good mood since ditching the Batman.
The Joker lightly traced her chin and marveled at the goose bumps on her skin. Would they still be there if she knew? He let his fingers dip down to trail along the top of her leotard. Her breath came faster. He then asked with cool curiosity, "Tell me Harl, are there any guys you like at school?"
Her blush grew and she stammered. "'Course not! I-I-I've never even kissed a boy before! I wouldn't know how." Her body was quivering with innocence.
The Joker smiled, pure things were so rare in this city. And even if they could be found, they were soon made dirty, like snow in the gutter. "Do you promise to behave, even when I'm gone?" He queried.
"I promise!" She affirmed as she nodded, taking her hands off her eyes. They still remained tightly closed.
He gave a grin as he leaned in and put a hand over her eyes, placing the other on her neck. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes." She squeaked.
As he tugged the tie from her neck he brought his lips into hers. The contact was rough and smooth at the same time, sending sparks through her body. Somehow her young mind knew it was the seal of a deal, a declaration of ownership. He released her and she felt dizzy with glee. At being wanted at all.
"That's a kiss." He remarked with a smile as he looked on at the puddle of mush he created. "Keep those eyes closed, Harley." He instructed as he walked away once again, "And maybe, someday, I'll introduce you other grown up things."
Harley's world was spinning and she barely caught his parting words. She could hear the gym door creak open when she stole a peak at the man who took her first kiss. She saw his broad backed suit and suave green hair as he exited. She felt a tinge of guilt; she was a bad girl for looking. His laughter echoed in her ears, as if he knew.