A/N: Well I guess I will continue this as long as my muse allows it. enjoy!
This is Joker POV
Joker sat at the table, waiting. This woman would be the death of him. He watched the doors. The other people in this room shuffled around aimlessly. He hated it here. But he had to stick around for a bit, he had to see this thing through. He was pulled from his thought when the doors opened.
There was his Harley. He smiled at the amazing, crazy woman. She squealed when she saw him, skipping over to the table. She flopped into the chair across from Joker and smiled. Joker instantly noticed her lip was split.
"What happened?" he said tilting her face with his head.
"I was in therapy earlier and on my way back to my room, the orderly with the creepy mustache tried to touch me. I elbowed him in the sternum and he slapped me. They shoved me into my room before I could hit him back." She pouted.
Joker felt his anger bubbling. She had to be talking about Dan, no Doug. He had a moustache that looked like a fuzzy caterpillar on his lip. He could feel the growl building in his chest.
"Don't worry sweets, you will get your chance." He reassured her. "I heard you were a busy bee after we parted ways?" He changed the subject.
She started to laugh, "J, you should have seen it. I saw that creep push you when you weren't looking, so I decided to let him push me while I was." She laughed again.
They laughed together. "Kevin" came over to shush them. Harley smiled, then leaned forward to finish her story. "He grabbed me and tried to twist me arm behind my back, but I'm tough, and flexible. I used that to ram my head into his nose." She giggled, raising her hand to cover her face.
Joker seen her knuckles now without a bandage. They were a masterpiece of purple, green, brown and yellow. He reached for her hand and looked closer. He ran his thumb roughly against the scabs and bruises, while he watched her face.
She had closed her eyes, her mouth slightly opened. When he applied the pressure she hissed and then smiled.
He watched as she came back to herself, though he still held her hand. "We should teach Mike a lesson, what do you say?" He said low enough only she could hear him.
"Sure, sounds fun." She said, "but why?" she seemed a bit confused.
Joker knew he had her now. He knew what to say to tie them together. "Well first he had the nerve to touch me, then had the nerve to touch my girl."
He let the statement hang in the air. She sat there eyes wide. "Me?" she asked.
"Yea you, looney tunes. Who else?" he said sealing the deal.
"But I hardly know you." She said, as if she hadn't already made up her mind.
"What do you want to know? Ask away." He told her leaning back in the chair, arms spread wide. He watched her, the thoughtful look on her face. These must be the toughest questions in the world.
Finally she spoke up, "Okay, what's your favorite color?"
He laughed, this girl was a hoot. He answered the question. "Depends on the mood I'm in, but I am partial to green." He said, running a hand through his hair.
She smiled, "Cats or Dogs?"
"Neither, too needy." He grimaced at the thought of a pet.
She frowned, "do you have or want kids?"
Now he smiled. She's all over the place. "No, don't have any, never thought about it, really."
"Okay here is the last and maybe most important one." She paused.
He waited patiently, wishing she'd just spit it out already.
She looked at him, eyes sparkling. "Say I had a bad day, like my boss fired me or something, made me cry." She paused, "How would you make me feel better?"
The question surprised him. Was she actually testing him? The thought made him giddy. This one may be crazy, but she was smart too. That could be fun. He took her hand again, "I'd have you get all dolled up, looking your absolute best, we'd make a trip to visit your boss. We would torture him, together. When we got hunger we'd set him on fire, and make s'mores." He finished.
She was gripping his hand, she had started to gnaw the lip that split, causing her to have blood in her mouth and in a line almost to her chin. His eyes followed the trail of crimson.
"Harley, I want to warn you, I am going to kiss you, If you don't want to be part of this, get up and leave now. Stay and you are mine, it means you accept everything that comes with that." He stared at her, waiting for her to make up her mind.
She had the strangest look of mischief on her face. She nodded her understanding and stood up.
'Good' Joker thought. He was feeling relief and anger. He wanted her to just go, he didn't like the way she was making him feel. He was angry, and a little disappointed. He had seen the potential, craved her madness. She surprised him when, instead of walking away she walked closer to him.
She licked the blood from her lip, smiling at him. He stood, uncomfortably, thanks to the raging hard-on she had caused with that small gesture. He stepped closer. "This means you're mine too. I'll kill anyone who touches you." She told him.
He kissed her, hard. The metallic taste of her blood and the sweet taste of her mouth. His body wanted her. He hated that this needy feeling was happening more and more. Maybe he should kill her. She had to go. But he'd kill her if she left.
"Break it up, you two." The order sounded far off. Joker turned to see "Kevin" there. They parted, both mouths covered in her blood.
"Kevin" gave them a look that begged them to just behave and went back to his post at the doors.
"I'm all yours," Harley told him breaking the silence. "but you are mine, and if she touches you, I will hurt you and I will destroy her." She pecked him on the lips and walked away.
Joker chuckled to himself. Was she talking about Harleen? Was this woman really jealous of herself? He needed a drink. A real drink. What had he gotten himself into now? He smiled. It could be fun.
Later as he sat in his room, he had been thinking. It wasn't going as well as he had hoped. His mind kept swirling back to her. Both of her. The crazy, beautiful Harley. She was perfect, everything he could want. Then there was the doc. Oh, the sweet, innocent doc, he wanted to own her, to consume her then ruin her. Damn it. Just think about it he was hard as a rock again.
He had to think about something else, anything else. The asylum was quiet, too quiet. He couldn't sleep. The pills they gave him didn't help. Most of the time they gave him a headache, but did little else. He had to get out of here. He reached over to the wall and felt along the bricks.
His fingertips glided along the smooth wall looking for the divot he had put on the special brick. Three from the corner, two up from the edge of the bed and his fingers found it. He wiggled it and the brick slid free. He reached into the small cavity in the wall and pulled out his tiny flip phone. He powered it up and sent a text to his man Johnny.
Three simple words. 'Start the countdown'. He smiled.
He turned the phone back off and slid it back into the hole. He replace the brick and turned to his side. He had fallen asleep at some point, and thankfully slept until morning.
The couple of hours sleep did him good. He woke refreshed and ready for the day. He finished his daily routine and sat in his normal spot, he had gotten a candy bar and a pudding cup today. Something must be up, they only doubled the treats when they thought he wouldn't be happy.
He waited and ate the candy bar not sure who would show up today. He could even decide who he wanted to show up. His brain said neither. His dick said both. He tried not to grind his teeth in frustration.
He was just about to start on the pudding cup when in walked Harley. She happily walked over to him and sat in the seat that was her usual.
She looked at his choice of morning snack and laughed. "Morning pudding?" she asked. Then laughed harder at herself.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Nothing." She said then damn near fell out of her chair after she muttered, "Puddin"
He was going to strangle the life out of her. She got back control of herself. "Sorry." She said. And smiled that perfect smile at him.
"I put the word out to my crew, countdown has begun. Once he gets things set, we are out of here." He told her.
"How long will that be?" she asked, the humor from earlier gone from her face.
"Who knows? A week, a month, six months. Depends on how quick he can gather supplies." He explained.
"Well what are we going to do until then?" she asked, clearly not happy with that answer.
"Have fun of course." He told her. Watching her face light up again.
They were rudely interrupted by none other than broken nosed Mike. "Joker, you have to go with me. You have an appointment." He said, sounding like he had a bad cold.
Joker stood, he walked over to Harley, making a show of kissing her goodbye. She whimpered at the loss of contact when Joker pulled away and turned towards Mike.
Once out in the hallway, Joker looked at the orderly Mike and couldn't help himself. "Mikey, my man, what happened to your face?" He asked feigning ignorance.
"Don't bullshit me Joker, you know your crazy bitch did this." He huffed.
"Oh but she's just so tiny." Joker laughed. "Maybe you just don't have the right touch to handle a girl like her."
"Shut it, clown." He barked.
Joker just chuckled. "Where are we headed today?" he asked it was usually one of two things, they liked to alternate ECT and the 'Quiet box'. He preferred ECT, the quiet box was sensory deprivation. He hated the lonely dark recess of his mind.
Mike didn't respond, but when they turned left at the next hallway Joker relaxed, this was the way to ECT. Joker didn't fight, he'd grown accustom to this particular treatment. It left him groggy, for a short time, but he healed quickly.
Mike pushed him roughly through the door. Joker laughed again. "Don't let my girl see that. She has grown quite fond of me." He laughed as the anger flashed through Mike's eyes.
The nurse helping with the treatment was new. Her hands shook as she tried to give him his medication.
"Relax toots, this is the highlight of my week. I'm not gonna hurt ya." He told her.
She relaxed slightly, gave him the muscle relaxer, and led him to the table.
She gasped as he hopped up and began strapping his legs in and laid back to let her finish.
The doctor came in, "good afternoon Joker. How are you feeling today?" he asked
"Just peachy, what's on the agenda today?" Joker asked.
Dr. Stevens chuckled. "Same as last time. Five rounds, lasting 15 seconds. One minute rest between each." He told Joker as he scribbled on the chart.
"Splendid," Joker smiled , "you should give it a try sometime, its like a shiatsu massage for your brain." He told the doc.
"I'll pass this time." Dr. Stevens set the papers down and readied for the first round of treatment.
Joker woke several hour later in his room. Dinner was set on the sink, they gave him extra dessert. He laughed, that caused his sore muscles to twinge. He stretched, the pain making him feel alive.
He looked at the tray of mush, ugh, He grabbed the three brownies, ate them quickly. He put the rest of the tray back through the slot on the door. He returned to the bed, laid facing the wall, as if he was going back to sleep.
He dug out the phone from its hole and checked for a message.
He smiled, there was one unread message.
'Affirmative.' it read.
Frost really wasn't much for the small talk. He powered the cell phone down and returned it. Now he just had to wait, and cause a little trouble of course.
