Hello my lovelies, hope I didn't make you guys wait too long. I am so glad you guys like my fic, it's really fun to write. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 4

Again, Harleen had The Joker pacing in his cell. Not because he wanted to kill her, but for the first time in a long time he felt lust. Not the bloodlust that he was used to feeling, but actual lust. He had his share of pussy throughout the years but he never wanted any of those women; not like he wanted Dr. Harleen Quinzel and he wanted her bad. It started to all make sense to him. His original plan was to manipulate her and make her into the person he wanted her to be but now he didn't want her to change. He wanted her to stay just the way she was, no matter how frustrating she was. He knew he needed a second-in-command eventually and he had planned on giving the role to Johnny for his loyalty but the thought of Dr. Quinzel at his side was even better. He thought about the way she fed him. At first he wanted to bite her finger off and he was going to until she got closer to him and the smell of lavender flooded his senses. He never thought a someone could smell so good. He was sure his hard-on would rip through his pants.

"What the fuck is wrong with me!" he yelled to himself. This wasn't him. He didn't get riled up over a woman. He didn't get riled up over anyone. "But those lips!" the voice in his head said.

"Shut up," he said.

"Just imagine what those lips can do," the voice said.

He covered his ears and yelled, "Shut up!" He tried not to listen but the thought of Harleen on her knees in front of him creeped in to his head.

"Her mouth is probably so hot and-"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He picked up his cot and threw it against the wall.

"Uh boss?"

The Joker looked up and saw the guard that he hired, looking into his cell.

"What?" The Joker snapped.

"I just wanted to know if you needed anything for headed out," the guard asked.

"And where are you going exactly?"

"Um, some of us are going to get drinks," the guard asked.

"Really? Tell me. Who is 'us'?" The Joker asked, acting interested.

"Uh, just a few guards, Dr. Arkham, Dr. Quinzel, Dr-"

"Did you say Dr. Quinzel?"

"Yeah, she's the one that invited me and the guards. Why?" The Joker thought for a second and smiled.

"Have you ever heard of the club King of Hearts?"

Harleen checked her make up one more time before she entered the club. It was stupid to go drinking with her boss but she would pay big money to see Jeremiah drunk.

As she walked in she couldn't help but nice the club was. The walls were green and purple and the bartenders were dressed in the same colors. If she didn't know any better, she would think the club belonged to The Joker but she knew better.

Soon, she spotted her group and made her way over to them.

"Hey, guys," she greeted them.

"Glad you could make it Harleen," Jeremiah said, "What you drinking?"

"Um, what are you drinking?" She asked.

Jeremiah looked at the bartender and said, "Get Dr. Quinzel what I'm drinking."

"Dr. Harleen Quinzel?" the bartender asked.

Harleen looked at him suspiciously. "Yes?"

The bartender smiled at her. "I got a better drink for you. Just one second." The bartender started making a drink. Harleen and the rest of the group looked at him confused. When he was finished, he passed Harleen a red and black drink with sugar around the rim.

"It's called the Harlequin Diamonds, complements of the owner," he said.

"You know the owner?" Jeremiah asked.

"No, I don't think so," she said. She took a sip of the drink and it was pretty good. As the group started getting into a conversation, a large man in a suit and sunglasses approached them.

"Dr. Harleen Quinzel?" he asked.

"Who's asking?"

"My name is Johnny, I have been ordered to escort you and your friends to a private booth," he said.

"Order by who?" she asked.

"The club owner."

"Geez, Harleen, you sure you don't know the owner?" Jeremiah asked.

"Jeremiah, the guys I know don't even own a bike, let alone a club," she said and looked at Johnny, "Lead the way."

Later that night, Harleen stumbled into her place half-drunk. As she made her was to her room she noticed took off her clothes until she was in her bra and underwear.

She plopped down on her bed and was ready to go to sleep until she noticed something on her nightstand that wasn't there before. A vase that held a single rose. She sat up and picked up a note attached to it that read: Hope you had fun tonight –J.

In that moment, she realized that her gut was right. That was The Joker's club; he was the one that did all that stuff for her.

"But why?" she thought.

She would have thought about it more if she was sober but sleep quickly came over her before she could.

For the first time, Harleen dreaded seeing The Joker again. She hated being put in awkward situations and after the night before, she knew there was a slight possibility he might be getting to her.

"Maybe this is his way to get me to let my guard down. Why else would he do all those things for me last night," she thought.

Soon, the guard walked in an awfully chipper Joker into her office. His smile was extra wide today.

"How are you doing today Mr. Joker?" Harleen asked as the guards left the room.

"I am feeling pretty good today, sweet face, how about you?" He asked.

"I'm hungover, thanks to you."

This made The Joker smile even more. "Did you like the drink? It was custom made just for you," he said.

"It was good, but how did you know I was going to be in your club last night?"

"I know everything, sweet face. From the amount of drinks you had last night to the color panties you are wearing right now," he said.

Harleen started giggling to herself.

"What's so funny?" the Joker asked. He still didn't like her laughing at him.

"You're full of shit," Harleen said, laughing even harder. Now, The Joker was getting mad. He was trying his hardest to control his temper.

"Why do you say that?" he asked, gritting his teeth. Harleen's laughed subsided and she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Well, Mr. Joker, if you know everything then you would know that I have not done my laundry yet," she said.

He looked at her confused, "And?"

The look on his face made her start laughing again. "Mr. Joker, I'm not wearing any panties."

And with that, the strap on The Joker's straitjacket snapped off.

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