Harley woke to the dim light of the moon which she thought was coming from her bedroom window until she realised that the ground she was standing on was swaying slightly. She noticed that she was tied to a post or a wall of some sort and that her feet couldn't reach the ground. He stretched her bare feet to the floor and felt the feeling of rotten deteriorating wood underneath her toes, she was not in her room. She looked to her left to see her friend Pamela in the same state but still unconscious, her vision was still blurred and she couldn't see beyond three feet in front of her. Suddenly a man's face appeared inches away from hers "Good mornin' puppet!" he said. She screamed loudly at him and he recoiled away from her holding his ears.

"Where am I?!" she asked hastily.

"Welcome aboard the Eternal Prince Jester, my love" he replied.

Harley's vision cleared and she stared in shock and slight adoration at the green haired man in front of her. The events of the night before came flooring back to her, she looked at her surroundings desperately and found she was in the middle of the ocean and not a spit of land to be seen. She then turned her attention to the man in front of her he was wearing a large leather purple trench coat that looked to be about one hundred years old, he had one hearing on the top part of his ear and a silver tooth "Y…y…you're a pirate!"

"Ugh, are we gonna have to go over this again?"

She gasped when she realised who she was talking to "You're that guy!"

"Define 'guy'" he said as he sat down on a crate.

"Joker!" she yelled in fear and anger.

"At your service" he smiled.

"You're the most demented pirate I've ever heard of" she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Ahh but you have heard of me" he said as he grinned and stood up.

He stood in front of her and Harley kicked him in the groin, hard. He yelled in pain and fell to his knees holding his crotch "You got some nerves little girl" he growled.

"Oh I'm so scared" she retorted sarcastically.

He quickly recovered and stood up pressing an old knife into Harley's neck "You should be" he cut slightly into the side of Harleys neck and she screamed as she felt the pain and the blood drip down her neck. While this was happening Pamela regained her consciousness and looked in shock at what was happening beside her "Let her go you bastard!" she yelled in anger.

He quickly removed the blade from Harley's mouth and turned to the furious red head beside him "No need to be that way" he chuckled.

"You're a cruel sadistic man" she retorted.

"Well I can't deny that can I?"

"What are you going to do with us?"

"Well I'm meeting up with Harv to see what he's willing to pay for a gal like you or if he doesn't want you I'm sure the boys will be happy to have ya. Isn't that right boys?!" he asked the whole crew around him and they all yelled in agreement "But as for you" he said approaching Harley "You're too valuable to lose" he cooed stroking her cheek and she shuddered at the feeling of his breath on her face but pulled away once she realised that she was thinking about him in a lustful way.

"I would rather die than be raped by a pirate" she exclaimed.

"Oh I know much better then to force myself upon a woman"

"Not that I've heard of" she retorted.

"I know you like me" he said turning around and resitting himself on the crate.

"How dare you imply that…"

"It's obvious, the way you get all tingly when I brush my hand against your skin, like so" he said as he stroked his hand gently along her cheek and she tried to stifle a moan but to no prevail "See what I mean?"

"I have to admit, you are handsome but you chose a life of crime and piracy and for that you cannot be forgiven"

"Lotta long words in there, we aren't but humble pirates" he chuckled.

"I order you to take me home immediate" Harley demanded.

"Only if ya say please"

Harley growled in frustration "Please take us home"

"No" Joker replied and turned to walk away "Oh and if you try to escape either my men or the sharks will get ya" he then walked into the captain's cabin "Roc watch the dames for the day will ya?"

"Yes sir" A tall muscular man replied as he sat himself down in front of the two women, he sighed as he observed them.

"Please I can convince the governor to let you live all you need to do is stop this now and you'll have a clean slate" Harley pleaded desperately. The man did not respond to her only to look in the other direction to stare out into the ocean "Please!" Harley yelled as tears began to fall down her cheeks.

One of the men who had been cleaning the deck stood up and stormed over to Harley grabbing her by the throat "You better shut your mouth little girl" he growled.

Rocco stood up and pulled the man away from Harley and she gasped for breath "You know what the capn' will do to ya if ya hurt the girl"

The man glared from Rocco to Harley and went back to cleaning the deck. Harley's tears then began to pour out of her eyes has she struggled against her restraints, all the men around her did was glance at her every now and then. Others gave her hungry stares and Harley new that they were staring at something other than her face. She slowly fell asleep tired from crying for hours on end, she woke up a while later to find that it was pitch black other than the shine of the full moon above her and a dim yellow light coming from the captain's cabin and all the men had gone to their sleeping courters below the deck. The only sound she could hear was the soft crashing of the waves against the side of the ship and faint classical music from the cabin. Harley looked to the side to see Pamela who was now sleeping, she noticed that one of the man that had been sharpening a knife next to they had left the knife lying on the crate next to Harley.

Harley tried to move her body against the ropes but they were as tight as they had been before or maybe even tighter. After a while she managed to pull her arm from the rope and reached over to the large rusty knife on the crate. Once she had picked it up she began to cut at the ropes around her torso, the ropes loosened and she fell to the ground. Pamela also fell to the ground but did not wake up, Harley then realized that she was knocked out not sleeping due to the laceration on her temple. She must have been too loud for the men to tolerate her, Harley stood up and looked around for a weapon to defend herself with but could not find anything.

She slowly crept towards the sound of the classical music, the cabins windows were patterned so she couldn't see in which meant she had to risk not know what she was about to walk into. For all she knew Joker could have been in there reloading his pistols but he had said that she was valuable, too good to loose. She opened the door, quickly grabbing any large object near her and raising it above her head. She looked around the room to see a shirtless Joker standing in front of a map on his desk holding a glass of wine. He looked up at her calmly as she breathed heavily, ready to attack.

He sighed as he set down his glass and walked towards her as she lifted the object above her head as high as she could. He was now standing in front of her as she was about to bring the heavy object down onto his head to her surprise he reached above her head and took it from her hands calmly setting it down back where she had found it. He took her by the shoulders and set her down on the couch at the other side of the room "Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked softly as the music played in the background.

"Uh yes um please" she stuttered wondering why he was being so kind to her.

He walked to a cabinet that held an array of different bottles and poured her a glass of red wine before picking his back up off his desk. He sat down on a couch across from her and passed her the glass of wine. He sat back taking a sip from his glass, Harley averted her eyes from him but stole small glances at his toned and muscular chest "Do you want me to put of a shirt? You look uncomfortable and that's the last thing I want" he said as he began to sit up.

"No, please don't" she replied a bit too hastily. He chuckled sitting back down in his seat, she looked at the source of the music and closed her eyes swaying her head slowly to the tune "You don't seem like the person who would listen to classical music" she stated calmly.

"I don't?" he asked watching.

"No, you're a pirate, can you blame me?"

"I guess not" he continued to watch her head sway slowly, he quickly finished his glass of wine setting it down on a table and stood up and sat down next to her, she felt the couch sink with his weight and her head snapped toward him as she opened her eyes staring at him in awe "Do you know how to dance?" he asked politely and she shook her head "I'll show you" he said as he held out his hand to her. She timidly took it and he gently stood up with her leading her towards the clear space in the middle of the room. He placed his hand on her waist and guided her hand to his shoulder and holding her other hand in his. He began moving slowly to the rhythm of the music bringing her along with her, Harley stubbled a bit but he caught her before she fell quickly resuming their previous position "Easy Harl, easy" he whispered to her, she shuddered at the nearness of his body. She could feel his heat as he quickened the pace of their dance whispering "One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three" she began to get used to the rhythm and they began to waltz around the whole cabin. She smiled as he brought her closer toward him where she was now leaning against his chest "That's it" he whispered in her ear and she closed her eyes in pure ecstasy.

They slowed to a stopped when the song finished but Joker kept her close to his chest, she relished in the feeling of his heat and unconsciously stroked his chest causing goose bumps to form on his skin. She pulled away from him and he let her slip out of his embrace "You're seducing me like you have all those other women, making me love you"

"I'm not making you, you did that all by yourself" he replied.

"No, I need to get a grip. You're a pirate, I can't love a pirate" she said to herself as her hands formed fist and rested against her forehead.

"Who says you can't?" he asked softly.

"Common sense!" she yelled at him.

"Why do you have to listen to common sense, why not just let go and have some fun for once? I can tell you don't get too often" Harley could not think of an answer to his statement, mostly because it was all true "Would you like to sleep in my bed, I don't think being tied to a mast would be too comfortable" he said smiling.

"I don't want to sleep with you"

"I would sleep on the couch, I don't want to pressure you into anything" he replied.

She slowly nodded "Ok" he walked over to a set of double door and open them to reveal as large bedroom, he walked over to the bed and pulled the sheets back and fixed the messy pillows and looked up at her dress. She attempted to cover herself from his gaze.

"That cannot be comfortable" he said gesturing to the clothes she was wearing.

She shook her head "I'll be fine"

He walked over to a closet and pulled out a shirt and pants that obviously belonged to him due to the size "Here" he said putting them on the bed "Wear these"

"It's illegal for a woman to wear men's cloths" Harley stated.

"Not on my ship" he replied she looked at the clothes.

"I'll see you in the morning" he said before walking towards to other room stopping in the door way to close the door "Night" he said before closing it.

Harley looked at the clothes he had given her and put them on. They were baggy but were comfortable. She slipped under the covers and laid back on the pillow he had given her, it smelled of smoke, rum and gunpowder which was strangely comforting. The music which continued long after Joker had left the bedroom lulled her to sleep. Maybe he's not as bad as he seems she thought to herself as she closed her eyes.