Merci, I am so thankful for such a generous response! I cannot believe it! I hope you enjoy this one and find it hopefully a fitting 'honeymoon' antic for them! Again, please do be gentle.
The night wasn't over for them just yet.
Puddin' put his thumb and forefinger in his mouth, whistling shrilly to alert one of his bodyguards over the loud thumping club music. The man, a lanky long-haired tattooed man who Harley recognized as one of Mr. J's main henchmen, nodded and crossed the room, elbowing past people that were settling back into dancing on the floor now that the excitement of her Puddin' murdering the man had waned off.
She hung around, happy to be near her Puddin' while he held an arm around her. She watched between the two as her Mr. J leaned in to say something to his henchman over the music; something she couldn't hear, but judging by the way her man looked, it was a stern order. Then he pointed to the body slumped on the floor with two fingers and at all the blood, and Harley grasped what her Puddin' had said then.
After their little games, it was never her and her Puddin' that were left to clean up whatever was left of the bodies. Mr. J's henchmen, however...
Harley laughed over the music, still flushed and filled with exhilaration as she watched the henchman disappear, only to return with a bucket and mop. The man looked utterly careless over being in charge of cleaning duties, and Harley vaguely recalled him being one of the men helping her Mr. J break her out of Belle Reve Penitentiary.
"Ya wanna get out of here, baby?" The Joker spoke close in her ear throatily, making Harley shiver.
"'Course I do, silly." A wide grin stretched over her mouth as she turned to look at him. She leaned up to speak to him over the music, eyeing him eagerly through her lashes. "Where we going to next, Puddin'?" she asked, and she felt all tingly inside when he lifted his hand, stroking along her bottom lip with his forefinger.
As soon as the question left her mouth, she giggled at her own idiocy. Did she really even need to know where her Puddin' intended to take her? He could take her to hell and back, and she'd still go willingly. Always and only for him. Only for her Puddin'.
"Shh, shh, shh," he whispered, patting her lip with his finger chidingly with each shushing noise he made. "Don't ya know not to ask Daddy questions, hmm?" At that, he slung his arm around her shoulder, pulling her along. "After all, you'll ruin the surprise I got in store for ya."
Harley stumbled forward in her spiky high heels, grinning so much it was near painful as they walked towards the back exit of the club together. She couldn't believe it. His words only served to confirm it. Her Puddin' was being abnormally secretive for once, which meant only one thing for them. Tonight was their honeymoon and her Mr. J was wanting to keep a few things a surprise.
As they slipped out the back entrance, people gawked at them left, right, and center, which Harley was used to now, though it grated on her nerves sometimes. She understood that to most people, her and her Mr. J didn't seem like the normal couple, particularly with the way they dressed, did their makeup, the fact that they were covered in tattoos and the outlandish, bright and colorful hair. But all the stares in the world didn't matter tonight. She was determined to not let it bother her.
Tonight was supposed to be the most exciting night of her life. Everything was finally how it was supposed to be, with her and her Puddin', and their matching wedding rings, married in their own way. Everything else was insignificant compared to that and she wasn't going to let it affect her happiness. Besides, half the time Harley suspected everyone was mostly jealous. People were mostly jealous of the special, unique love her and her Mr. J had for each other.
Still, the nerves of the unknown wouldn't seem to leave her as they slinked casually along the narrow, tan-bricked alleyway at the back of the club together. Mr. J's surprises weren't the kind of ones Harley normally liked. One of the surprises he'd given her over the years ended up with her very nearly drowning in a chemical vat.
"Puddin', where we going for real?" She couldn't help asking again nervously as they kept walking.
The further and further they got from the club, the more deserted the alleyway was. She turned her head, glancing back down the way they came as she nibbled on her bottom lip. That's when her blue eyes landed on the motorbike, deserted and parked alone. The owner appeared to be nowhere in sight.
"Oh, my God, Puddin'," she whispered, high-pitched in excitement, her apprehension and fears immediately leaving her as she wiggled out from beneath his arm, approaching the bike. "Look!"
Hardly caring whose bike it belonged to, she stood near it, running a hand along the glossy black pant before stepping over it, straddling the bike.
"Check it out," she muttered, gripping the handlebars. "Rev your Harley! Broom, vroom!"
Mr. J turned to look at her, and a low animal growl left his throat as he observed her, rather hungrily, while Harley posed on the bike, pouting, raising her eyebrows, trying to be as seductive as she could muster despite the carefree laughter that left her.
"Ya wanna hot-wire it, Mr. J?" she asked hopefully. "Ya wanna take me for a ride? After all, it is kind of our honeymoon, ya know? I can't speak for anyone else, of course, but this is what people do on their honeymoons usually, don't they? Go for rides?"
Five minutes later, The Joker had managed to get the bike running, and they were racing down the highway and lower parts of Gotham, pushing the engine to its limits.
If it wasn't a car, it was a motorbike, and Harley thrived on these moments just as she knew her Puddin' did. At times like this, late at night, going on their wild cruises together, Gotham became their playground, their sanctuary. Whether annoying Batsy decided to come out and play, spoiling all their fun, well, that was his choice.
Though she wouldn't dare admit it to him, Harley decided she liked being on a motorbike better, rather than in a car. It not only gave her the excuse to saddle up behind her Puddin', leaning on him while her arms were curled around his shoulders, squeezing onto him for dear life, but you felt the earth's natural elements more on a bike than you did a car.
The wind roared in her ears, and the bike vibrated the lower half of her body. Her long blonde hair whizzed all around her, and her ears were beginning to ache from the frigidity in the late evening air.
Pressing her lips up against her Puddin's ear, she felt how cold it was due to the wind as well. "Faster, Puddin'!" she hollered over the furious wind and the Harley Davidson's rumbling engine. "Go faster!"
Like a king honoring his queen's request, he obeyed at once, and Harley watched the speedometer on the bike fly up to maximum speed as an addictive thrilling sensation flew up the back of her spine, making her tremble and shiver. She fastened her hands over The Joker's shoulders, pinching her fingertips into the material of his tuxedo jacket, her knuckles leeching white.
It felt as if she was falling from a large height or diving off a building, and she laughed uncontrollably, faintly hearing her Puddin's laughter as well in her ringing ears.
They dodged past a few vehicles on the main stretch of road and as the lights turned red and cars stopped in front of them, she grinned widely, putting her mouth over his ear again, "Go straight through the red lights, Puddin'! Do it!" Harley egged him on wildly, cackling.
Mr. J craned his neck back to look at her, the bike wobbling. "It's you and me, baby, and we don't stop for nobody!"
"That's right!" Using his moment of taking his eyes off the road to her advantage, Harley leaned forward, pressing her lips over her Puddin's passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.
Kissing while pushing extreme speeds was just as invigorating and she giggled against his mouth naughtily before Puddin' tore his lips away, her saliva flinging off him with the forceful movement as he focused back on the road in front of them. Already she could feel the slick smear of lipstick above the corner of her mouth.
Zooming past and ignoring the red lights and the parked cars of Gotham's civilians, they went, and Harley whipped her head around, sticking her tongue out back at the cars as one of them honked their horn at them in warning.
She heard Mr. J make a howling noise in front of her, and when she turned forward, she saw his head was tilted back, up towards the sky as he howled, his bright green hair ruffled and coming out of its usually neat and orderly state. Copying him, Harley tilted her head back as well, howling as loud as she could at the moon like a dog while strands of her hair flapped around her, captivated by the glistening stars in the dark sky far above them.
Booming shots broke out near them, suddenly and without warning.
Harley gasped loudly, her eyes stinging as they darted around them frantically. Batsy? Had Batsy come to ruin their special night?
For a moment, her thighs and knees clenched instinctively around his sides, her heart freezing with paralysis and fear. Had Batsy or some cop just shot at her Puddin'? She slid her hands from their place on his shoulders, feeling around his shirt nervously as she scooted closer on the seat, placing her chin in the crook of his shoulder blade as she peered down to get a better glimpse. Her fingers didn't feel wet with any hint of blood, no matter where she searched. There was no rips or bloody tatters on his shirt.
But then she realized, and she let out a collective sigh of relief, laughing loudly.
Her Puddin' had managed to grab his gun out from his holster while maneuvering the bike. Daringly removing one hand from the handlebars, he had outstretched his arm, pointing up towards the sky and to the side of them. More gunshots rang out deafeningly into the night as he fired all around them at random. A few cars ahead of them swerved to the side of the road, frightened.
"Damn it, Puddin'," she yelled in his ear tremulously, her heart recovering at a sluggish rate from the sudden fright. "I just thought you'd been shot by stupid Batsy or something!"
He lifted high up above them with the gun, shooting more rounds into the air, that made Harley duck behind his head for cover. "Look, baby!" He craned his head back to look at her as his green hair ruffled in the breeze, careless as bullets ricocheted back down at them, his grill flashing at her. "It's our confetti!"
"Our confetti?" she repeated, then she cracked up, mewling against him, rubbing and nuzzling her nose into the side of his face at how romantic that was. Ricocheting bullets from the sky were their confetti. Harley realized that seemed so fitting for them. "Aww, Puddin'!"
It dawned onto Harley a second later just how dry her lips felt from the wind, how parched the bed of her mouth was from all the laughing and swallowing of air.
"I don't know about you, Puddin', but I'm thirsty," she told him, raising her voice over the wind. "How about we get something to drink? Whatcha say, Daddy?"
She leaned forward to hear him properly as her Mr. J moved his head back, his lips sweeping against the shell of her aching ear. "I know what ya mean, honey," he cried out, his lips tickling her with every low, guttural word he spoke, making her shudder in delight. "How about we put an end to our little joyride and go get ourselves some grape soda?"
Just the mere mention of grape soda, their favorite drink, it made Harley's mouth water. She licked her lips, her tongue sticking to them irritatingly from the dryness and lack of moisture. "Mmm, sounds like a good plan to me, Mr. J."
Without warning, The Joker spun the bike around, causing Harley to have to cling to him at the sudden unexpected movement when the bike lurched and dipped to the side as they began back the way they had come, cruising down the streets. Harley heard her Puddin' laugh again at feeling how startled she was and at the jerk of her body when he did an impromptu U-turn. Sometimes Harley wondered if he deliberately wanted to get rid of her at times. But it was, in all things considered, their honeymoon so she would forgive him this for one night.
The rest of the ride back was spent with Harley resting her chin on her Puddin's shoulder, blinking sleepily as the wind lashed in her eyes. The excitement of the bike ride had began to diminish, particularly with how thirsty for grape soda she felt now and at how much her eyes were stinging. Her eyes drifted down to her Puddin's hands as he clenched the handlebars, flexing around the length of it repetitively with his fingers.
There was something about her Mr. J's hands that Harley had always found so attractive, though she couldn't pinpoint what that was. Maybe it was just what she knew those hands were capable of doing? After all, she'd seen him kill a few people, throttling them with his bare hands and fingers, almost effortlessly. She'd been there for a lot of his killing sprees since they'd been together. Truth be told, she'd even been a willing partaker in most of those sprees. Or maybe it was simply 'cause she loved the irony of the tattoo on his hand, the smile that he liked to cover over his mouth cheekily? Her Puddin' always had a wonderful sense of humor.
But no, Harley decided it wasn't about any of those reasons at all right now. It was the tattoo, the latest one on his forth finger, one that matched hers and what it meant for them.
Married! She still couldn't believe it. It was like a dream come true.
Harley uncurled the fingers on her left hand, glancing down dreamily at her tattoo as well, their wedding rings, tilting her head to the side as the wind continued to ruffle her hair around. This was the most happiest moment of her life, she believed. And then she wanted to share her happiness with him, with such compulsion. He needed to know.
She pressed her lips against his ear again, speaking over the wind. "Loving the hell outta my wedding ring, Mr. J," she said in his ear. "I know some girls are all high maintenance and all that, wanting their hoity-toity bling, but personally... I like ours much, much better!" She fluttered her lips against his earlobe tenderly, though she wasn't sure whether her Puddin' could actually hear her properly or not. "I know they say diamonds are a girls best friend, but who needs a diamond when ya got somethin' like ours that'll last truly till death do us part?"
When he made no noise in response to acknowledge what she had said, Harley fell back in the seat, embarrassment burning her cheeks as she mashed her dry lips together, falling silent over the rumble of the engine. She knew she was often the more sentimental one when it came to their relationship, but sometimes she wished that were not the case.
Well, here's another chapter :) Thank you so much for encouraging me. I do hope this one is okay. I get so nervous when writing chapters haha. Your kind response means the world to me, merci! X