The Unheard Laugh
Chapter 4:
The whole rest of the evening, Harley sat on her sofa holding her head in her hands feeling the tears running down her face. What could she do? The talk with Barbara ran through her mind. The one thing she said about Joker and choosing the right thing made her mad. What if her Puddin WAS the right thing to do? She began to shake in rage.
"NO!" she shouted to herself, "think of all the therapies…all the sessions with doctors! All of it would go down the crapper if I went back to him...well it's not like it went down the crapper before…"
She was at constant battle with herself for the whole night. She paced back and forth trying to find a solution that would let her be with her one true love, AND keep her sanity. The decisions made her eyes water once again. She sat back down on the sofa in the same position as before.
Not long after, she heard tapping at her window. She looked up with makeup still smudged down her face. She saw another rock thrown at the window. She got up and looked out. Outside she saw a purple and green figure. Her heart skipped a beat. She opened the window where the figure began to sing.
His voice rang in her ears and chilled went down her spine as he sang each word of his favorite song.
"Only you….can make this world seem right….only you…can make the darkness bright….only you, and you alone, can thrill me like you do and fill my heart will love, for only you."
She remembered the song from when he would sing it to Batman. She let out a little giggle.
"That's what I love hearing, poo! I miss it when you laugh with me!" The clown called out. Harley swooned as she remembered the times she had with her Mistah J. Then she snapped out of it.
"No!" she told herself. "How did you find me?" she demanded from Joker.
"Pumpkin Pie!" he called out, "I never left! I only followed you home."
"Well…g-get off my property…be-before I call the cops!" Harley warned. The Joker laughed.
"Oh, my sweet! You never learned from the first time you met me in Arkham, have you? You would have done it by now!"
Harley remembered the first time he said that to her in Arkham. She shut the window trying to resist the clown outside. She ran to the bedroom where she found a vase with a bouquet of roses in them. Like always, there was a note attached to the vase.
I miss you –J
That was what the entire note said. Never in Harley's life had she heard or seen those word come out of Joker's mouth. She wanted to go back to him so badly, but she already had a job and started her new life. She filled herself with rage and threw the vase at the wall. She threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow. As her loud sobs filled the room, she felt a long bony hand on her back. The hand rubbed up and down. She looked up to find a white, smiling face looking down at her. She got up off the bed and backed in the corner.
"Aw, Harley! There's no need to cry. I'm right here!" The joker said while slowly walking towards her.
"How did you get in here?" she asked.
"Through the front door… you never locked it, darling!" the joker said. He held her close and ran his fingers through her bleach blonde hair.
His touch ran down her spine. She couldn't take this constant banter with herself. She didn't want to give in, but her love was here in her house, and she never wanted him to leave. Giving in to her wants, she held him close, stood up on her toes and rested her lips on his own.
All of her worries were worn away as he caressed her. His gentle touch ran up and down her back, caressing her and their bodies pressed up against each other. Harley never felt so complete in all of her days of sanity. If only she could have seen that the decision for her life's path was already decided.
The next day, Harley noticed the aching pain she felt in her entire body. Being away from the Joker for so long, she almost forgot the bruises and welts she would sometimes wake up to. In the spot next to her, the joker was only half awake. He flopped his arm on the tiny blonde girl.
"Harley," he said as his face rested in the pillow, "Go make some breakfast."
"Alright, Puddin!" Harley said, trying to mask the pain that ran up and down her body. She got up out of the bed to the best of her ability and stumbled her way to the closet where she normally got ready for work. In the closet, about ten different business suits were hung up. She looked at them in shame and looked down at the floor where her old red and black jump suit was laying. A grin suddenly appeared as she picked them up and got herself ready in the bathroom.
The same time as he always had, Bruce Wayne walked into the Wayne Enterprises building. Each person he walked by had stood up a greeted him. Mr. Wayne walked over to the elevator and pressed the button until it lit up. As he waited for the elevator, he was greeted by more of his employees and his admirers (mostly women). Finally the elevator doors opened revealing a young and slender woman dressed in red and black latched onto a pale white man in a purple and green suit. Bruce Wayne, having many encounters with these colorful people, knew exactly who they were. However, doing anything would result in serious questioning.
"MORNING, RICH BOY!" the pale man's voice boomed. Bruce tried his best to smile at man, but his alter ego took over. All he was able to do was nod to the two. He stepped in the elevator wondering what Joker had in store for him. As the doors were closing, he watched every move of two that walked out of the building hand in hand. Bruce's mind wandered as he thought of what Joker would have done this time. As the elevator arrived at the top floor of his office, his body guard, Sasha Bordeux automatically came up to him.
"Good Morning, Mr. Wayne!" she said as she held a pile of paperwork in her hand.
"Good Morning Sasha! What on the agenda for today?" Bruce greeted. Suddenly, Bruce was handed a piece of paper attached to a rectangular box. He went over to his desk and opened it up. Inside was what looking like a playing card with a picture of a joker on it. All around the card, two words were repeated.
'I QUIT!' were the words written on the card.
Bruce looked at Sasha who looked at the card in concern. Moments later, the card began to rapidly beep. Sasha's face was the face of being alarmed; she quickly rushed to the window behind Bruce's desk as he threw it out the window. Both Sasha and Bruce ducked for cover under his desk. Within what seemed like a minute, the card exploded in midair, letting excess smoke inside the top floor. The smoke and heat from the explosion set off the Fire sprinklers that dangled from the ceiling. From down below, both Bruce and Sasha could hear the loud laughter coming from out on the street. As Bruce and Sasha got up from under the desk, Bruce rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Looks like Bruce Wayne isn't the only one who has a mess to clean up." Sasha said, giving Bruce a wink. Sasha handed Bruce a brief case that contained his suit. Bruce ran to the exit of the office. Before he exited, he turned around and looked at Sasha.
"Sasha, have this mess cleaned up." Bruce said back, giving her a wink in return.
"Yes sir." Sasha exhaled. She smiled as she watched the playboy billionaire transform into a masked vigilante.
Bruce headed up to the top of the building fully dressed in his suit. He leaped off the building with his cape catching the wind as he glided after the Joker in another chase once again.
A/N: Welp! That's it for this story! I don't know about you, but I was in the mood for a little Harley Quinn and Joker love. And since I was focusing on the relationship of the Bat Family, I thought, "hey, why not?" if you don't know who Sasha is, she was assigned as his body guard, and as time went on, she found out his secret. In order to continue to do her job (protect Bruce Wayne), she took up a costume and joined him on his patrols. She has no alternate/superhero name though…so with that, I hope you liked this story!If you have any story ideas for me, just contact me and I'll see what I can do! If you're here in America, good luck voting if you are and if you aren't, I hope you have a great day! ;)