Warning - *Explicit* Language - Subtle (not too descriptive) violence - *Explicit* Sexual innuendo -

I Do Love Nothing In The World
so well as you: is not that strange? - William Shakespeare

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, HADLYNN QUINZEL?!"

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND, GIRL?!" Joker and Jonny tagged teamed her when it came to scolding her as they stepped into the Mansion. They were in complete silence the whole way home, but the second she stepped out of the car, both men started yelling at her. She ignored them, which was a huge mistake. One of them snatched her back, making her yelp. She looked to see Joker, his eyes terrified her. They say the eyes are the window into the soul - this man had no soul, and she could see it in his eyes. His grip was tight on her arm, she knew it'd probably leave bruises. "I was talking to you." he growled through his teeth.

"He tried to kill me." she furrowed her brows, her voice barely a whisper. She was pissed off at such a dumb question. Did they think she juts waltzed in and started shooting?

"We would've gotten out of there alive if you wouldn't have made a damn scene!" He shoved her back and she resisted the urge to slap him.

"So what, I was just supposed to let him fucking shoot me, Joker?"

"Hadlynn," Jonny's voice rung out in a warning.

"Shut the fuck up, Jonn -" her head was snapped to the side, tears of anger flowed down her cheeks at Joker's action. And Jonny didn't even say anything about it. She was just slapped, and her boyfriend didn't even try to defend her.

"You listen to me," Joker grabbed her face in his hands. "Next time you pull something stupid like that, I will kill you." he spoke demonically, anger gripped every word he spoke. She didn't say anything, which angered him further. His hand quickly found her neck and he didn't hesitate to choke her as hard as he possibly could. She didn't say anything, her eyes only widened as she started shaking, her hand found his wrist as she gasped for air - he smiled at the sight.

"Boss?" Jonny asked, wanting him to let Hadlynn go. Her body started giving way, her vision blotting with black and blue. "Boss," Jonny's tone grew more into a demand, but Joker wasn't paying attention, he was focused on choking the stubbornness from the little bitch he had in his grasp. She started struggling less as her body went weak. "Joker!" the man released her and she fell to the floor, choking, rubbing her aching neck as her eyes stayed glued to the floor.

"You need to teach her some obedience, or I'll do it myself." Joker hissed to him, glancing one last time at the young girl on the floor.

"Hady?" Jason furrowed his eyes as Hadlynn breathed heavy. Before she could answer, four men came in shooting, Penguin's guys. In return, more men working for Joker came out of their undercover roles and started shooting back as well. Hadlynn ducked behind the bar, shooting the bartender - who was about to pull out a gun - in the head. She grabbed Valen's gun from under the bar, and the dead bartender's gun as well. She looked to Jason and he looked to Lana, who was still sitting and staring at the scene in front of her. She was in shock. He cursed under his breath, grabbing her as quickly as he could. Someone shot at him, the bullet missing by a few inches and he drug Lana to the floor with him, crawling under their table. He grabbed his phone and called 911. He looked next to them to the closest table and saw a dead woman with her crying son under a table, the boy looked about seven or eight.

When the operator answered, he explained the situation as he watched Hadlynn shoot three more men. One of them got a bit handsy with her, making Jason's anger go through the roof. The man had grabbed her and threw her to the ground, his foot kicked at the bottom of her dress, the fabric inched up almost over her mid thigh. That's when one of Jokers men tossed her a gun as they dealt with two more of their enemies, who were keeping him from shooting the horny bastard enjoying the little show Hadlynn had involuntarily given. She shot the perv in the stomach, he doubled over and she grabbed his arm and slung him down, swiping the butter knife from a table close by. The mans body was only half a foot from the little boys place under the table, and Jason saw Hadlynn straddle the man, and stab him in the chest, both her hands gripping the dull knife. Blood spattered across her features and she looked up to see the little boy, his eyes wide with fear, his body still.

Jason felt disgusted as he saw Hadlynn's lips curve into a smirk. She looked at the boy and placed a finger over her mouth letting out a silent "shh." She dug through the dead mans suit and pulled out two more guns, shooting five bullets in ten seconds. Jason heard five bodies drop after every shot she took.

Eventually, sirens rang through the street.

Hadlynn along with Joker's goons ran, and Jason finally stood in the wake of destruction. Dead bodies littered the place, along with blood and empty bullet casings and shells.

Harley stepped out of the shower when she heard screaming and yelling. She knew Joker was angry when she heard the door slam in the bedroom, and heard him slinging things and slamming things in his bed room. She wrapped the towel around her and looked out of the bathroom to see him rummaging through the various liquor bottles, trying to find one strong enough to calm the immense amount of anger that coursed through him. She watched him, wanting to calm him down and make him laugh, but she didn't want him to get angry with her. She calmly cleared her throat, rubbing her arms. He finally found an alcohol he wanted and started drinking from the bottle. No, more like chugging from the bottle.

That was something she wasn't having. He could be angry all he wanted to, he could be drunk all he wanted to, but she was not going to deal with a drunk and angry Joker. She stepped from the bathroom and walked to him, her hands gently took the bottle from the mans hand.

"She. . . " he pointed to the door. "Your sister. . . " he laughed suddenly, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Is the most stubborn. . . " he couldn't even finish. He took off his suit jacket, unbuttoning the cuffs on his sleeves and rolling them up to his elbow, still laughing. She gently picked up his jacket he just pulled off and frowned at the flecks of blood spattered on it. "Thank your sister for that." he told her, "I honestly don't think there would've been that much blood shed if she didn't start shooting within the first five minutes of fucking being in there!" he raised his voice and Harleen frowned. "Not upset about the blood, she was just so careless with it. They wouldn't have known we were even there if she didn't start shooting." She placed the suit on a chair, making a mental note to get the blood stains out. She sighed as Joker rested his elbows on his knees and looked down, his fingers tangled in his hair as he spoke angry words under his breath. She stepped to him, her hand resting on one of his. He flinched at her touch, but soon didn't care. "I was so close, Harley." he looked up to her. "So fucking close. I lost two fucking grand tonight! Money that bird stole from me, money that wasn't even mine to begin with! I was so close to getting that damn money back and then your sister fucked it up!" The tension was rolling off of him and Harley became anxious, she didn't like him angry, even if it weren't at her - it scared her. She wanted him to get rid of his tension and loosen up, but she absolutely was not having sex tonight. She was way too tired, and something told her that he'd put her in the hospital if they fucked right now. An idea popped into her head and she grinned. She grabbed one of his hands gently and stepped back, tugging at him. "What is it?" he growled. She smiled a little more.

"I want to do somethin' for ya." she answered. He sighed, angry.

"Not. Tonight. I am not in the fucking mood to -"

"Me neither!" she jumped a little. "It's somethin' else." she pulled at his hand again and he rolled his eyes, getting up. He hadn't noticed she was only in a towel until now and he smiled at her a little. She was so cute. She started unbuttoning his shirt and he grabbed her wrists.

"No funny business, Harls." he reminded her and she gave a firm single nod.

"Sir, yes, sir." she spoke in a serious tone, but her smile came back as soon as she spoke. He couldn't help but chuckle and she glowed under his approval. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, her hands slowly made their way over his biceps and down his muscular arms, admiring every tattoo and scar that was on his skin. "Alright, this is gonna sound weird, but I promise you'll like it. Lay on your stomach." she nodded to the bed. He looked a little startled at her words and she sighed. "Please, I promise it'll be worth it." she added sweetly. She smiled, her lips pulled together. He hated her. He hated that her smile would make him do anything she wanted. He sighed and got on the bed, laying on his stomach. Harley grinned, dropping her towel and grabbing one of her flannel pajama shirts, only buttoning a few buttons. She didn't worry with underwear, she hated wearing them when she was just going to bed. She smiled to herself, hoping that what she was about to do would calm her boyfriend. She hated seeing him so angry and upset. She got on the bed and cautiously straddled Joker's lower back. He tensed even more, feeling the warmth from her heat and inner thighs on his bare skin, but at the same time felt a little bit relaxed. Harley slowly ran her hands up his back as he propped himself up on his elbows. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his shoulder blades, finally adding pressure from her hands to his shoulders, kneading and rubbing at his tense muscles. A groan left his lips and she giggled, feeling his muscles loosen a little bit. She kept massaging him, her hands felt like heaven pressing and rubbing up and down his back and shoulders. She would occasionally kiss his neck or ask about certain tattoos that adorned his back. Finally, by a miracle, the blonde managed to dissolve his anger, and he was just tired. She yawned, finally getting off of him, getting in front of him, laying on her stomach, resting her chin on her hands. "You okay now?" she asked her fingers brushing his hair back. He slowly looked up at her and smiled wolfishly.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you," he told her and she giggled again, leaning forward and pressing a chaste to his lips.

"I'm sleepy," she spoke softly and she nodded.

"Me too, Kiddo." he got up, pulling his pants off as she pulled the covers back. She glanced at the clock. 10:00 p.m.

Hadlynn didn't reply to Jonny as he went on and on about how she should be more careful next time, Joker wouldn't just slap her, he'd kill her. She just lied in his bed, pulling the covers up to her neck and turning over to where her back face him, quiet tears streamed down her face as her face throbbed from where Joker hit her. She felt the bed dip under his weight, and he stopped speaking for a few seconds, she figured he was looking at her.

"Hady?" he asked, knowing good and well she wasn't listening to him. She gently wiped her tears, careful to make sure he didn't see her cry. She turned her head and looked at him.

"He hit me." She spoke quietly, her eyes never leaving his. His brows furrowed and he thought for a moment. "He hit me, and you let him." she repeated, tears fells as she realized he didn't know what she was talking about until a few seconds of thought. He sighed when he realized what she was referring to.

"Hadlynn -"

"No, it's fine. I mean, some guy starts slapping and choking your girlfriend and all you do is watch. It's perfectly okay." she rolled back over angrily.

"Hady -" he stopped talking when she reached over and cut the lamp off, turning the room dark. He turned his lamp on and snatched the covers back, making her gasp as the cold air hit her bare legs. She snapped up and narrowed her eyes at him - snatching the covers back over her and laying down. "Hadlynn Duchess Quinzel, stop being childish." he pulled the covers back again. This time, she snapped up, her hand coming back to hit him. He just grabbed her arms and pulled her to him. She fell onto him, her body straddled his as he lied with his back against the head board. After a moment, she stopped struggling and just stared at him. He was angry, but at the same time, extremely turned on. But, how could he not be?

Hadlynn's breasts rose and fell with every deep, angry breath she took, her eyes lit like a fire, her body shook slightly. He swore she could've killed him in that moment if she really wanted to.

"He was angry, Hadlynn. Joker doesn't like losing, especially not to Penguin." he explained to her.

"That doesn't give him a reason to hit me, Jonny! And you, my boyfriend, didn't even try to stop him, or say anything to him about it!"

"What am I gonna say, Hady? 'Don't fuckin' do that again or else'? Or else, what? I can't do anything to him. I'll have a target on my back for the rest of my life. Plus, I don't have the desire to hurt him! We're on good terms, I'm not letting some stubborn little eighteen year old ruin it!"

She couldn't believe the words that were flowing from the mans mouth.

"Would you hurt him if he tried to kill me?" she asked, her tone was a whisper. "Well," she wretched from his grip, getting out of the bed and searching the room for her pants.

"Where the hell are you going?" Jonny groaned and she looked at him.

"My apartment." she got her shoes on and headed to the door.

"I'm coming with you," he got up.

"No, you aren't." she snapped to him. He raised a brow and scoffed.

"Like you can stop me." he pulled on his pants and started buttoning his shirt.

"Oh, I can." she grabbed her gun from the night stand and shot the door knob. The inside handle broke off onto the floor.

"Don't you fucking dare close that fucking door, Hadlynn." he growled. She smiled and slammed the door behind her.

"I'm taking one of his cars!" she added, running down the steps as fast as she could. Jonny had showed her the garage of the estate earlier in the month and she almost fainted when she lay eyes on the mad mans cars. He definitely was giving Bruce Wayne a run for his money - almost living an equally lavish lifestyle as him. Except Bruce inherited his wealth, Joker earned his wealth by playing nice with some of the biggest movers and shakers the cartel had ever known. It was difficult to imagine what he might've been like before he fell at ACE Chemical Plant. Honestly, falling into chemicals should kill you, shouldn't it? She figured he was just that stubborn to stay alive and give hell back to the very world that had no problem raining hell down on him.

She had to make sure the car she chose had nothing that screamed "I'M JOKER'S CAR" on it like the "HAHAHA" on his other one. She finally found a key hidden behind one of the shelves. When she clicked the unlock button, she followed where the little 'click' noise was. Her mouth opened and an eyebrow raised as she came face to face with a white, 2014 Corvet Stingray.

"I never thought I'd ever say this," she spoke to herself. "But I'm suddenly feeling blessed to know The Joker." she breathed, giggling giddily, opening the door and sitting, taking a moment to appreciate the interior. She let out another laugh, lifting one of the garages doors. She cranked the car and chuckled, shutting the door. She backed up carefully, trying to be as quiet as she could be. She got back out quickly, shutting the garage's door back and rushing to the car. "I'm gonna die when I get back," she exhaled, saying flatly. "Oh, well." she shrugged and hit the gas pedal, speeding out of his driveway.

"Jason!" Lana threw back her head as she came around him, her nails biting at his skin. He quickly finished as well and got off of her, standing to go to the bathroom.

They had gotten back from GCPD after being questioned, Jason didn't tell them anything about Hadlynn. It was something he planned on dealing with personally. Lana eventually snapped out of her shock, and it was like nothing happened. They got back to Jason's house and the second they were alone in his room, they jumped each others bones. Jason had to admit he felt a bit guilty. All he needed was to speak with Hadlynn, to find out what the hell happened to her. The Hady he knew didn't do what that bullet shooting, sexed up, vixen that worked for Joker now did. He felt disgusted by her actions, he always wanted to come clean to her and tell her how he felt, now he wouldn't be surprised if she laughed in his face and fucked someone else in front of him. He had just gotten washed up when he heard the door bell ring. He sighed, stepping out of the bathroom to see Lana was already fast asleep. He smiled, covering her naked form up and walking downstairs. When he opened the door, a wave of both cold and heat ran through him.

"I can explain." Hadlynn spoke softly. He stood with his mouth open, seeing the Quinzel completely different than how she looked before. She was bare of any makeup, her hair was a bit frizzy and by the looks of it, purple and blue bruises ran up and down her throat.

"Hadlynn -" He was about to yell at her to get the fuck off his property, but she stopped him, grabbing his hand in hers.

"Jason, please, I can explain." she begged him.

"There's nothing to explain. You work for him." he hissed, snatching from her, which only made it worse. She just grabbed his muscular forearm in her soft hands, her nails lightly grazing his skin.

"Jason, please, I'm so sorry, just please let me come in." she spoke softly, desperate almost - she was hoping that Jason was buying in to it because none of it was sincere. She felt as he shook with anger, he just wanted to hit her, truthfully, but he never would.

"Leave." he spoke lowly in a growl. She knew his will power was giving in so she just kept pushing the envelope. Her hand slowly ran up his forearm to his bicep, up to his collar bone and down his chest as she moved a little closer to him.

"Please let me in, I cant stay in that damned place another second." she whispered to him, tears springing to her eyes, feeling every muscle tense under her touch as her nails grazed down his abs.

He wanted to refuse her, but she was now crying, begging him not to make her go back to wherever she came from. He sighed and looked back down at her, seeing the bruises on her neck clearly. He placed his hand over hers that rested at his abdomen.

"C'mon." He pulled her back into the house and when the door was shut, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him, choking out a sob. He felt a tinge of guilt as he hugged her back, her body shaking as she sobbed in his arms.

Her head now ached from having to force herself to cry, but it was worth it. She felt herself smiling over Jason's shoulder, he had given into her manipulation.

Harley felt a tear run down her face as she stepped through the empty mental institute. She hissed quietly, looking down to see shattered glass all over the floor in patches and she was barefoot. She avoided all the glass she could and made her way though the empty building. Each step she took, she felt her body growing hotter. She heard various shrieks and screams echo off the walls, she felt eyes on her, although she couldn't see from all the embers and soot clouding throughout the place. Various things started shifting, she swore she saw things coming out of the walls, all she needed was him. She walked faster, trying to find Joker's cell, she needed to see him. She couldn't tell if she were getting closer or not, but the heat she felt thoughout her body was becoming unbearable. She started sweating and eventually was wondering the halls naked because she stripped from her cloths to stay cold. It felt like the hallway she was walking on never ended, that's when she heard it. His laugh. She perked up a bit at the sound and started walking to where it was coming from. Her body started schorching and she winced, feeling as if she were going to pass out. The closer she got, the hotter her skin got - some of it even sizzled. She yelped as the burning intensified, but the sound of his laugh was enough to get her through it. She just needed him. Her skin started melt, but she couldn't care less as she saw his silhouette. Her bones now started burning as her skin sizzled and cracked away, boiling blood running out of her. She reached out and touched him, and the hand she touched him with started to burn with fire, the flame making its way up her arm. He stepped to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and she grimaced as where his arm was on her skin caught fire as well. She didn't know why she didn't tell him to stop, why was she burning alive just to be touched by him? To be near him, really?

Suddenly, the fire stopped. The smoke cleared, and nothing but cool winter air filled the empty building. The abandoned room they were now in was only being lit up by the moon. Joker stepped back, grabbing her hand. He led her to the opened window, curtains flowed as the wind blew gently. He stopped walking when she was standing right at the window. She furrowed her brows, looking down to see a far down drop. She looked back to him and he smiled, his sliver teeth glinting in the moon.

"You'd do anything for me, right?" he asked soothingly running a hand down her spine.

"Y-Yes." she breathed, that's when she caught her own reflection in the window. She was herself, Doctor Harleen Quinzel, not Joker's Harley Quinn, but yet she was saying those words to him.

"Jump." he said softly. She furrowed her brows and looked down again.

Out the window?

"It won't hurt, I promise you won't feel a thing." he assured her, pushing her long wavey blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Are you sure?" she asked, wide eyed.

"Do you trust me?" his voice was calm, the question brought back memories.

"Yes," she whispered quietly.

"Prove it." he replied in the same tone. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting her body fall.

"Harley!" now she was laying down with Joker standing over her holding ECT shockers, a bright light over head.

"Harley!" She gasped awake, suddenly cold as hell. She looked up and saw stars in the night sky, also the edge of the roof of Joker's mansion. She suddenly gasped, too terrified to scream. Joker had her hand as she dangled from his bed room window. Well, he was hanging out of the window, reaching as far as he could. She knew if he were 0.03 seconds late grabbing her hand she would've fallen to her death. "Are you just gonna stare at me or do you actually want to fall to your death because your hand is starting to sweat and it's slipping!" Joker barked. She felt terrified as she looked down, but quickly reached her other hand up. He extended his other hand as well, grabbing her wrist. He used every bit of muscle he had to pull her up to safety, and when she was back on the window sill, he picked her up and hugged her, he caught her hand the second she fell, and he was glad he woke up in time.

She just shook her head at his question, choking out a sob. She started crying immediately.

This chapter was fun to write:)

Let me know what you think/what you think's going to happen.

p.s. - kinda freaked myself out writing the last part of this (yall know what I'm talkin about)

DocQuinn:
Thank you! And I know! I love writing Harley's more childish side, she's too great:)

Guest:
Thank you, I'm trying to describe Joker as best as I can with what little we have seen and heard from Leto's Joker but I'm glad to hear it's not horrible;)

Guest:
Next chapter will actually have a lot of flashbacks and explaining having to do with Joker's and Jonny's families and back grounds - and I absolutely love Joker's origin where he was married to Jeannie, not gonna lie, I cried when I read it.

I LOVE ALL OF YOU! HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER:)