CHAPTER 2 - FROM THE BEGINNING
Pamela poured more tea and sat opposite her friend and what was obviously the only man to have found himself in the grip of Harley's overwhelming affections, however, this time it seemed that the feelings where reciprocated. You silly girl, the clown won't share his toy. Even if he does throw that toy away at the drop of a hat and shamelessly use her. Pamela patiently waited, watching.
Harley broke first as she expected.
"I was almost free Red" she looked at her friend with a pained expression, "He just wouldn't give in. Now he wont rest until we're both dead. It's funny how for a man who has no feelings he sure can throw a tissy", She picked up the cup of tea in front of her and stared at it.
"You never should have cheered me up Eddy", she stole a glance at Nigma and they both smiled at the memory.
3 weeks previous-Joker's hide out
"I TOLD YOU THAT YOUR NOT ALLOWED IN MY STUDY! HOW STUPID DO YOU HAVE TO BE NOT TO UNDERSTAND I DON'T WANT YOU IN HERE?!" Joker's voice shattered the stillness of his hide out, radiating out in waves of undiluted rage.
"I'm sorry puddin' I'm sorry" Harley whimpered as she desperately tried to stop Joker from pulling her hair out from the roots as he dragged her from his study into the main living space where he was met with Scarecrow and Riddler who where watching. He'd forgotten he invited them round to talk shop. Harley continued to cry and plead.
"One moment Gentlemen, come in and pull up a pue" He waved toward the study before he pulled Harley's face up to his, holding onto her pigtails with an iron grip, "Go make yourself useful and make some sandwiches like a good girl" He let go of her hair and she recoiled as he patted her on the head, walked into the study and slammed the door.
Harley had been for a shower and changed into a pair of jeans and a baggy tee by the time the three emerged from the study. She had laid a plat of sandwiches on the table for them and left juice out with glasses. She sat silently on the sofa watching cartoons.
Later on as she was clearing up the mess, again, as Joker sat enjoying the latest news coverage of the carnage his henchmen had caused in Gotham earlier during a hist. He sat their cracking jokes with Scarecrow as they watched the men who had been caught being carted away. This was now Harley's routine, he was only nice to her when she was useful to him but when she wasn't he ignored her at best and beat her at worst. She was lost in thought as she reached for the last couple of glasses on the table when she bumped into Nigma.
"Oh, sorry Miss Quinnzell. I was just about to ask if you wanted any help tiding up but it looks like you have everything under control" He smiled at her, picked up the glasses and put them in the sink.
"Thanks Eddy, and call me Harley. How many times have I told you Miss Quinnzell is far too formal" Harley's girly giggle floated across the room to the Joker's ears.