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"Harleen!" June yelled as she pounded on the door. It was early morning, but she didn't care about the angry neighbours only about her friend's safety.
She heard a shuffle from inside the room and felt her worry subside when Harley opened the door looking worn out, but otherwise unharmed.
"Thank goodness you're okay!" June pounced on the other woman and gave her a tight hug. "We waited for you in the club and called you a billion times, but we never got an answer. I didn't know what happened to you after you went with them."
Harley giggled at her friend's theatrics. "Sorry for leaving you guys like that. It took longer than I thought to patch Reggie up," she lied. She didn't need her panicked over Joker. "By the time I finished, the club was already closed so I took a cab back."
Both women walked into the apartment and Harley went to make herself a cup of coffee.
"So, he just let you go? No hassle or bruise?"
Harley clamped her lips together to stop from giggling. She had bruises alright, but not exactly from what June thought. Joker didn't let her go until the sun was already beginning to rise and brought her to the pinnacle of pleasure many times over.
She had collapsed after one of their many rounds and when she came to, she noticed that both Joker and Reggie had vanished from the room. The only thing that covered her person was Joker's buttonless shirt. She had to slip it on and tare off a strip of her dress to keep the shirt closed.
"No hassle, no bruises," Harley responded, glad that she had changed into a shirt that covered all the bite marks on her torso and that her hair was long enough to cover her neck. "Probably won't see him again."
She could still feel the soreness between her legs, but she couldn't have been more content. She had no lingering delusions and knew that their night together was the end of it. She was crazy but she wasn't a hopeful teenager. But, it was a real shame that she would never see that pale laughing face up close again. Back to admiring him through the TV.
"I was so worried that you would end up in a body bag," June sighed.
Harley took a long sip of her coffee. "I'm glad I didn't."
She walked to the fridge and took out the chocolate pudding that was sitting there among the other flavours. She knew that she had way to many of them since they took up a whole shelf, but she just loved them so much.
"Puddin'?" she asked June and was glad when she declined. She usually didn't like to share her stash.
Harley took a spoonful of pudding and moaned when it hit her pallet. June gave her a weird look, but she paid it no mind.
Looking at the clock, she almost choked when she saw that it was almost 9 in the morning. Harley squeaked as she ran to her bedroom to change. "I'm going to be late for work!"
Harley fixed her bun in the mirror and touched up her make up. She wanted to pull her bun out and let her hair flow since the tight knot was not helping with the beating headache she had. Damn alcohol and the hangovers they gave people.
With a sigh, she walked back out into the hospital. For some reason, she just couldn't focus today and it didn't make it any better that Arkham, the head doctor, put her in charge of both the walk-ins and her own unit. She swore that woman had it out for her.
Six more hours to go. She could do this.
"Dr. Quinzel!" a nurse called out to her.
"What is it, Karen?" she asked, walking briskly towards the woman. "Please don't tell me that Mr. Henderson has fallen off his bed again."
"No, it's not that. A man in a black suit dropped a package off for you. It's at the front desk."
Harley's eyebrow wrinkled. She didn't know anyone in a suit, and definitely not anyone who would drop off a parcel for her. Thanking Karen, she made her way over to the front desk to see for herself.
A couple minutes later, she was holding a package wrapped in purple paper as she all but ran to her personal office. As soon as she saw the wrapping, she knew who it was from. Mr. J. She set it down on her desk and began to pace.
Harley had just came to the conclusion that it was a one time thing, so why was he suddenly sending her a gift. She continued to stare at the wrapped box until finally caving a second later.
She quickly unwrapped it and saw a dress inside that made her squeal. Picking it up, she pressed it to her body and twirled around. It was a beautiful red and black dress with a diamond pattern that flowed freely with her movements. It reminded her of those harlequin costumes clowns wore. She giggled, how in the world did he even get her size?
Looking back down at the box, she realized that there was a note laying at the bottom. Harley carefully folded up the dress and reached for the parchment.
She smiled as she read:
"Doctor Harleen Quinzel,
Quite the name you have their, lil' dancer. So flashy. If shortened, it's Harley Quinn. You get it? Like the harlequin clown.
Dress is for you, toots. The last one got ruined, to no one's fault might I add. I'll be expecting my shirt back, buttons and all.
-J"
Harley could practically his voice and laugh as she read it.
This was quite the surprise. May be it wouldn't be the last time she would get to taste some mindless fun after all.
His boss had gone insane. Well, he was insane to begin with, but this was just getting weird.
For the last four days, Joker had been in an incredibly good mood. Just yesterday, he only beat up one of the drug mules instead of killing him right away for being busted by the police. Leaving someone alive with a busted nose, ribs, and a broken femur was not ever heard of when it came to Joker. It was always just a bloodied corpse to warn others not to repeat the mistake.
His extremely good mood could only be traced back to the doctor. Frost shivered in disgust when he remember just how many hours he stood outside that door pretending he didn't know what they were doing inside. He would have moved, but didn't feel like cleaning up another body should someone walk inside while he was away. The boss had a temper when it came to being interrupted.
He didn't know what type of gymnast she was in the sack, but whatever she did to the boss made him stop complaining about being bored.
Even now, Joker sat in his normal VIP booth talking to one of his business partners. There was no agitation showing on his face.
When the meeting ended, the man stood up and extend his hand. Frost was about to tell him it was futile when Joker surprised him by waving his hand in a dismissing manner, instead of blatantly ignoring the man.
"Frosty," Joker said when his business partner was gone, "Bring my car around, I'm going to visit my pet."
"Pet?" Frost questioned after texting the driver to drop off the car.
"My kitten," Joker grinned. "My pussy. It's been a couple of days since I last stroked her. She probably misses me." He laughed at his own innuendo.
Visiting a woman was something that Joker never did. They always came to him instead, regardless of his dangerous reputation.
His boss had gone insane indeed.
Joker killed the engine of his Lamboghini outside of the hospital.
Five minutes passed and he was close to shooting up the place and grabbing Harley. He didn't like to wait for anyone. Luckily, a second later, Harley stepped out of the doors and walked quickly towards his car.
The closer she got, the more he disliked her get up. Gone were her flowing waves and low cut dresses. Instead, they were replaced by a tight bun and a white lab coat. She looked so..ordinary.
He rolled down his tinted window as she began to wave from the other side. At least her smile was still the same.
"Hiya, Mr. J!" she greeted, eyes sparkling with joy.
"How did you know it was me, toots?" Joker said, leaning out of his window.
She gestured to the dark purple Lamborghini with the lit underbelly. "Not exactly a car seen around here everyday I'm afraid. And your the only one I know who could pull off this style."
It only took him a second to realize that her accent was missing. A scowl formed on his face. This wasn't the Harley that he met a couple nights before. Who was this woman? And where was the striking, crazy, fun-loving woman who escaped the end of his gun with just an open mouthed smile?
Seeing the look on his face, Harley bent over and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. J?"
Suddenly, his hand shot out and grabbed onto her lab coat. He snatched, her glasses off her face and placed them on his nose. When his vision remained the same, he quirked an eye brow at her.
"Fake glasses." It was a stern statement, not a question.
Harley gaped at how sexy they looked on him, but snapped herself out of it when she saw how serious he was being. "Yeah, they go with the outfit."
There was a cracking sound and Harley yelled out as Joker snapped her glasses in half.
"Hey! Those were really expensive frames!" In her anger, she let her accent show and it put Joker in a slightly better mood.
He opened the door and stepped out of his car then threw the glasses on the ground and proceeded to stomp on them much to Harley's horror. When he finished, he grabbed her arm and pinned her against the car.
"You know, toots," he drawled, his face getting closer to hers. She could see the fire in his eyes. He was mad, but at what, she couldn't figure out. "I came here to relieve some of the boredom I was feeling, but I can see now just how much of a waste of time that was. You look just as boring as the rest of them."
He tangled his hands in her hair and pulled the bun apart with a quick yank. Her gorgeous locks came cascading down around her face.
"Are you so ashamed of yourself that you have to resort hiding every aspect of your real self?" Joker said with a growl. He usually didn't care about the masks that people decided to hide behind on a normal basis, but there was something about this woman hiding her vibrant nature that just felt so wrong.
Harley felt his words like a slap across the face. She knew they were true, but being called out made her feel even more ashamed. Her friends loved her for who she was, but that didn't mean that other people would. Regardless of how much she hated putting on the Doctor Quinzel facade, she always felt like it was necessary to be accepted into society.
She grew quiet and kept her head down. She couldn't look at his eyes right now. They were filled with anger and disappointment.
Joker pushed off of her and waited until she moved away from his door. Opening it, he took a seat back inside the car.
Harley was still frozen. He would most likely drive away now that he thought her ordinary. She had looked forward to seeing him for days, and now she messed up.
"Are you getting in or not?" Joker snapped. Harley's startled eyes looked into his. He wasn't looking in her direction, but a brilliant smile spread on her face as she sniffled.
Quickly scurrying to the passenger side, she hopped in the Lamborghini and sat in awe at the luxury as he drove them to her place.
She stripped out of her work clothes and was about to put on her regular shorts and shirt, but stopped when she caught a glimpse of the dress shirt hanging on her dresser. It really didn't matter what she wore, since Joker would probably rip it off soon enough.
The only reason she had to change was because he didn't want to see her "boring non-sexy doctor wear" any longer than he had to.
Shrugging her shoulder, she slipped on the deep purple shirt and buttoned up the buttons that she recently sowed back on. He did want his shirt back, so she might as well give it to him with a little extra flair. Maybe it would make up for making him mad earlier.
When the bedroom door opened, Joker moved his gaze from the skyline he viewed through the window to the small woman in the door way. A wide grin spread on his face when he saw Harley posed in nothing but his shirt.
He sauntered over to her and pinned her against the door frame, hand over her head and one leg between hers.
"Giving me a show?" he snarled at her, causing Harley to shiver. The sound was more animalistic than anything, but it turned her on more than ever.
"Just giving you your shirt back, Puddin'," she responded, her fingers coming up to fiddle with his holster.
Joker cocked his non-existent eyebrow at her. "Pudding?"
"Puddin'," Harley repeated with a smile. "It's my favourite, and a perfect nickname for you." He was her favourite too.
"So I've been reduced to the same level as your favourite food," he chuckled darkly. The audacity of this woman. He had killed for being called less, but it didn't sound so bad coming from her mouth.
"Well you are just as edible," Harley said her voice going raspy.
He hummed and rubbed his knee against her unclothed crotch earning him a moan. "Is that so?" he hummed out.
Harley giggled and wriggle out of his hold. She grabbed his hand and yanked him into her room. She was ecstatic to finally show him her bedroom and have him in her space. In a couple of days, he had somehow buried deep into her thoughts. Every time a man showed up in the hospital with a gun or knife wound, she would be remind of him. She knew it was crazy to fantasize about a gangster, but she couldn't help it.
Reaching her bed, Harley pushed him so that he fell onto the rumpled sheets. She proceeded to crawl over him and stopped when she was hovering just over his lips. Looking down into his dark blue eyes, she felt his hand tangle in her hair and pull her head down. The moment their lips crashed together, she heard Joker grunt into her mouth.
Harley ran her tongue across his teeth and felt the smooth metal. She had wanted to do this for days. Briskly pulling away, she straddled him as he snarled in disappointment.
Seeing his gun within her reach, she felt the urge to grab at it. Within a second, the gun was pulled out of its holster and was in her hands. To her surprise, she saw that Joker had drawn the other gun and pointed it at her.
At first, she froze when she saw the barrel directed at her forehead, but suddenly a laugh was ripped out of her. Mirroring him, she pointed the barrel of the gun she was holding at him.
"Just wanted to take a looksy, Mr. J," she said, humour evident in her voice.
"It's a habit," he said with a slight shrug while placing his gun on her bedside table. After years of being shot at, a man learns to quickly draw his weapon.
When Harley continued to hold the gun to his head, Joker sneered and lifted his head slightly so that it touched the end of the barrel. "Do it," he mocked.
Harley laughed. He really wasn't scared of the possibility of being shot. Or perhaps, he knew that she wouldn't shoot him. "Bang!" she said while laughing and pulled the gun away from him. "I like this revolver. Weighed great."
"Not the first time you've held one?" he asked a tad surprised.
Harley shook her head and then handed him the butt of the gun. "Story for another time," she said.
"Good." He began to unbutton the shirt she was wearing. "Not really in the mood for a monolog right now. Daddy's beginning to loose wood."
She giggled as he yanked the shirt from her body, revealing her porcelain skin underneath. This was the first time she was fully naked in front of him, and his gaze made her blush slightly.
Before Joker could place a hand on her pert nipples, Harley squirmed on his lap and made her way down his body. Reaching for his belt, she unhooked it and let his member spring free.
A grunt was heard when she touched the swollen tip with her finger. She experimentally gripped it in her hand and gave it a quick pump. She did it again a couple more times, and soon a dribble of precum appeared on the top. She smeared it with her thumb before licking it away.
Seeing the increased rise and fall of Joker's chest encouraged Harley to wrap her lips around the head of his cock. She moaned at the taste of him and continued to take more of him into her hot mouth. He was just as edible as her pudding.
She bobbed her head up and down in a rhythm. Ever so often she would stop and swirl her tongue around his sensitive tip. When she looked up at Joker's face, she saw that she had his undivided attention and that his lips were slightly parted as he let out growled breaths.
She rubbed her legs together trying to lessen the fire that began to build. Seeing the Prince of Crime like this made her wetter than normal.
Hands wrapped in her hair and she felt Joker guide her rhythm. She almost gagged when he held her head down too far and his tip hit near the back of her throat.
To get back at him, she scrapped her teeth along his shaft as her head came back up. A loud growl was ripped out of him when he felt the added pressure.
Suddenly, she was pulled off of him and tossed on her back. Joker stared down at her with lust glazing his eyes. His breathing was ragged as one of his hands secured both her wrists above her head.
"That's not where I want to finished, baby." She felt his other hand wander between her legs and cup the apex of her thighs. "This is where I want to finish," he smirked.
Harley let out a yelp when she felt one of his fingers tease at her entrance and begin to circle her clit. "Puddin', don't be teasing," she moaned out. She spread her legs so he had more room to work with.
"Nobody's teasing," he smirked. He moved his finger from her bundle and dragged it to her entrance. Without warning, he began to pump it inside of her.
Joker watched as her face contorted in pleasure and she began to moan and thrash under him. "Mr. J, please," she begged between the pants.
Ignoring her plea, he inserted another finger into her and began to pump faster.
Harley began to pulling at her wrists. She wanted to touch him too. It wasn't fair that she was the only one feeling such pleasure. She felt a coil tighten in her stomach as he continued to move his fingers inside of her.
"Please, please...Mr. J, please." She wanted him inside her, not just his fingers.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty."
"Please," she gasped out as his thumb found her clit. It felt so good.
Joker laughed. "You're just so...good, aren't you?"
Quickly he pulled out his fingers from inside her and replaced it with something much larger.
Harley yelped as she felt his member stretch her to capacity. She wanted this so badly.
The coil continued to wind and wind the more he moved inside of her. Within a couple of pumps, she felt the coil inside of her suddenly unravel and her body pulsed around him.
Without missing a beat, Joker continued to ride out her high. "Stay with me, baby. It's your first one of many."
He finally let go of her wrist in order to keep his balance over her as he increase his speed. After she came back down to earth, Harley felt him continue to move within her and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him inside. She needed to be closer to him.
There moans and grunts mixed together as their lips collided. She bit down on his lip hard and relished in the iron taste that flowed into her mouth. He tasted divine.
With her hands now free, she made quick work of his button down shirt and tossed it in some unknown area. Through her haze, she saw his sculpted muscles and didn't resist the urge to run her hands along his abs.
Suddenly, he hit a particular spot inside of her and all she could do was pant as she felt the coil tighten again. "Puddin', I'm coming again," she said as she moved her hands to cling to his back.
"Almost, toots," he grunted out, capturing her lips once again. Joker loved the feeling of her nails digging into his back. He would have bloody scratches like he did last, but he didn't care. It was the reason why she was his kitten.
After a couple more thrusts, Harley panted his name out like a mantra as he felt her walls tightened around him. Stars filled her vision as she orgasmed for the second time.
His release was ripped out of him and he grunted her name as his seed coated her walls. She had a pussy tight enough to pull anyone into oblivion.
They stayed in that position for several moments trying to calm their heart rates. "That was so good," Harley said breathlessly.
After a while, he pulled out of her and sneered when the white liquid began to dribble out of her.
Harley's giggle pulled him out of his thoughts. "Sorry, Mr. J, you're face looked funny. What do you think was going to happened if you came inside?" she questioned.
Joker shrugged. Usually he was more level headed and used the condom he normally kept near his person. She had gotten him too riled up to remember about it and now it was too late to do anything. Just hope she didn't get pregnant from that.
As if reading his mind, she said, "It's a safe week. I won't get pregnant."
With a grunt, Joker stood up from the bed in all his naked glory and proceeded to bend over and carry her in his arms.
"Let's get clean" was all he said as an explanation for carrying her bridal style to the bathroom.
Harley was surprised by his actions, but was more than happy to snuggle into his hold.
It was two in the morning when Joker awoke from their little tryst. He felt a weight resting on his chest and opened his eyes to see Harley's blonde hair sprawled across him. A scowl formed on his face. He didn't like to cuddle, it just wasn't his thing.
He tried to shift her so she was laying on the pillow, but a muffled grumble from her, stopped his movements. As much as he hated the position they were in, he also didn't feel much inclination to ruin the peaceful slumber she was in. So for the next thirty minutes, Joker remained awake staring at the ceiling with Harley laying on him.
As he looked around her apartment, he realized that there were very few personal knick-knacks. The only photo she had was a group picture of her and another seven or so other people. There should have been more photos of family and selfies that girls liked so much. Then again, maybe this was the norm. He's never really stepped foot into another person's room before.
When his impatience finally got the better of him, Joker quickly lifted Harley's head and placed it on the pillow ignoring the grunt that she let out. Seeing that she still remained asleep, he slipped on his discarded pants and dug in his pockets for his phone. There were no texts from Frost so business was going well for the night. Frost knew better than to bother him during one of his escapades unless absolutely necessary.
Usually when his boredom peaked, he would take to the streets and cause mayhem, but sometimes a hot booty call was also needed. He would occasionally sleep with the woman that his business partners offered to him, and be rid of them just as quickly. However, there was just something about Harley that made him want to uncover more of the crazy that he saw in her. Cracks were beginning to form on her perfect Harleen mask and he smiled at the premise of others seeing that crazy too.
Joker made his way to her kitchen and opened the fridge wondering if there was anything to eat. He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath when he saw a full shelf of pudding. She really did love them. Too bad he wasn't really one for sweets.
Finding nothing of sustenance, Joker instead opened her terrace door and stepped out into the cool night air. In his other pocket, he took out a cigarette package and placed the stick between his lips before lighting it. He took a drag as he looked around the city. It was still very much alive even at this hour. His city.
Behind him, he heard the pattering of feet and a hand glided down his back along the blood trails. He felt lips quickly press against them, but paid it no mind.
"What ya doing outside?" Harley asked through a yawn. She walked to the railings beside him and took in the view as well.
"Too early to sleep," was the only response he gave her. They remained quiet for the next ten minutes until Harley couldn't take the silence anymore.
"You know cigarettes shortens your lifespan," she commented.
Joker gave her a glare. "You can't kill a state of mind." Even if he died, everyone would still know the Joker and the happiness that he spread.
"If you say so..." she mumbled. Bored once again, she heaved herself onto the railings and sat on it. She watched as her legs dangled over the street so many floors below.
Joker let out another puff of smoke, but this time directed it at her. He cackled when she began to cough and sent a glare his way.
"Tell me about the gun," he said out of the blue.
Harley's eyes went wide, then turned serious. She wished he had forgotten about that. Averting his gaze, she fixed her eyes on the city. She was about to tell him something that even her friends didn't know.
"My mom was not the best parent in the world. I'm pretty sure she wasn't even qualified to be called a mom," Harley giggled, but didn't feel happy about reliving those days. "From the moment I was born, she made sure I knew that I was not wanted. She would abuse me verbally and physically. One day, she was livid when one of her many geezers of boyfriends made a move on me. She wasn't mad at him for trying to touch me. She was mad at me for apparently 'being a slut and stealing her man." The beating that day was particularly harsh and I never came to for hours.
"Guess she thought I was dead so she did the only thing she could think of. Dispose of the body. She chucked me into the chemical baths in the industrial district. Stupid woman thought it would dissolve me. Instead it turned my skin white and dyed the tips of my hair a permanent blue and red. But, I still survived."
Joker's eyes when wide when she mentioned the chemical baths. Who knew that someone else had taken a dip in there as well besides himself.
"What happened next?" Joker urged when she paused for a couple of minutes. Though he was pretty sure he knew how the story ended.
Harley turned to face him and a smile grew on her face. "I held my first gun," she said and then let out a bitter laugh. "But if the police ask, it was the robbers that killed that bitch and her dumbass boyfriend."
Joker joined in her laughter. "If you weren't so crazy, I'd think you were insane. Your not as good as the world thinks you are. Real shame you've been hiding your crazy all this time, Harls."
She smiled when she heard the nickname. "No one except my friends like me when I'm crazy," she looked at him then blushed, "Well you like me when I'm crazy too. I could never be my real self when at work though, no one would ever stand to be around me."
Joker dashed out his cigarette bud on the railing. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. You're being a coward. Never lower yourself to the same level as those pesty humans. Your crazy and that's a lot more fun than abiding to their rules," he scoffed. "You're starting to piss me off."
She pouted. One minute he was laughing and the next he was annoyed it her again. "Being the perfect doctor is hard on me too. But, I took the small savings she had when she died and sold the house to put myself through college and build a new life for myself. I can't back down from that." It wasn't that easy to chuck your whole life away, was it?
Humming, Joker grabbed her wrist and pulled her until she swung her legs around. He stood between her legs, hands on either side of her. "Whatever, toots. The longer you roll with me, the more you'll realize just how stupid your being."
Harley continued to pout, but when she saw his green hair a question popped into her head. "How come your pale and your hair's green?"
A deep laugh was heard. "ACE chemical swim, Harls," he laughed even harder at the surprised look on her face. "Turns out we have the same backstory, toots. Except when you came back to life, you hid yourself and I decided to make the city just as crazy as I am."
He bent his head and began nipping at her neck not wanting to talk about it anymore.
"Another round? I thought you were mad," she asked through a moan. The man switched moods more times in one night than she changed shoes to match her dresses. His hand wondered up the shirt she was wearing and gave a squeeze to her thigh. "I'll take that as a yes."
When Harley woke up, Joker was already gone. She sighed, he had a habit of doing that.
As she got ready for work, his words began to replay in her head. She slipped on her pencil skirt and red button up shirt that clung to her figure. Gathering her hair into a bun, she changed her mind last minute and instead let it fall into its waves. Maybe she should stop dying the tips blonde and let the blue and red of her natural hair show.
When she looked into her mirror again, she smiled. She no longer saw the strict doctor that everyone expected, instead she saw just a little bit of her fun loving self in her reflection. No doubt she would get yelled at from Arkham, but the old hag was just jealous. Harley was competent in her work and there was no reason to not be pretty and smart.
Maybe Joker was right. It was time she showed Harley to the rest of the world. She didn't have the courage to come right out with it in one go, but she would do it little by little.
When she was satisfied with her look, she made her way to the parking lot and swore under her breath. Her car was still at the hospital since Joker had driven her home yesterday night. Turning towards the bus stop, she was surprised to see her car parked on the curb. Joker must have had someone drop it off for her. Who knew that the gangster would actually think about things like this. It made her feel special.
She didn't know what she thought about their situation right now, but she couldn't help but be a little bit more hopeful about seeing him again. She wanted to see him proud of her for being more courageous.
By the time she got to the hospital, she had forgotten how she was dressed. As she walked down the hallways, a puzzled look formed on her face when she realized how many people kept glancing her way. Was there something on her face?
It wasn't until Karen walked up to her that she remembered. "Dr. Quinzel, you look great today," she commented.
"Thank you," Harley said with a smile.
"Must be a lucky guy to finally get you out of your shell."
"What do you mean?" Harley asked tilting her head a little bit to the side.
"Well, you've always been one of the nicest doctors here, but you always seemed so closed off. It's nice to see you smile," Karen said, "You have the glow of love around you too."
With that the nurse walked away leaving a flabbergasted Harley behind. Love? Was she in love with Joker?
She gave herself a mental shake. No way, it wasn't possible.
