Quick note: I'm sorry that I haven't been updating but school and life in general has been HECTIC. I'm also sorry that this chapter is rather short but the next one will be longer and more intense, I'm already working on the next chapter so it should be up soon *thumbs up*. I would also like to take a moment to thank everyone that follows and favourites this story, you guys are my main motivation 3 peace out XX
"OK. So what's the deal with Penguin?" Harley asked.
She and Joker were standing in his office, arguing about the fact that he'd gotten home six hours later than he told her he would.
"None of your business" Joker answered shortly.
"I'm your girlfriend I think I deserve to know".
"The only ones I share classified business with are Rocco and Johnny".
"And me! Don't you understand? I'm worried about you!" she pleaded.
"And that's just the reason I won't tell you". He was getting angry now.
"Is it going to be dangerous?" she asked.
He paused and thought for a while. He could tell her no and be done with it but at the same time he would be lying, not that he had any problem lying to her just that she would see right through it, she knew damn well it was going to be dangerous.
"Danger follows me like a shadow" he finally answered on a sigh.
"Then I hope this fight will go down in broiling daylight".
He laughed at her statement and reached for her arm, pulling her to him. She sighed, closed her eyes, and relished in the secure feeling of his strong arms surrounding her. She felt her body relax in his grip and rested her head against his shoulder as she stroked his bicep up and down.
"I would feel much more relaxed if you would just tell me Pud'" she said in a soft voice.
"As I already said; it's none of your business" he growled, pulling away from her.
"Why do you feel so strongly about keeping this a secret from me?" she asked, scowling at him.
"Just trust me Harley it's for your own best." his patience now wearing thin.
"Trust you? TRUST YOU? How in god's name do you expect me to trust you when you've done nothing but hide information from me?"
"HIDE INFORMATION!? Harley you know more about me than any other person walking this goddamn earth! I've told you my deepest, darkest secrets, and you count that as 'nothing'".
"That was before! Nowadays all you tell me is what to do!"
His patience with her was long gone by now and he pounced on her grabbing her by the throat, squeezing just enough for her to struggle for breath but not enough for it to kill her.
"I'm warning you Harley. If you don't cut this crap out right about now, I will cut your head clean off."
His voice sent shivers through her and he forced her to make eye contact with his piercing green globes of fire. His eyes screamed anger and made her fear for her life. His grip around her throat tightened and she grasped his wrist trying to pull him off of her.
"Mistah J" she gasped as she was running short on air.
He let go of her and threw her to the ground. She landed on her tailbone and bit down on her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming out the piercing pain, small tears began to form along her waterline and she tried her best to hold back the rivers as her lip leaked red.
"I… I'm so sorry Puddin'" she sniffled.
"You need to learn to show some respect for me Harley" he said rolling his jaw.
"I do respect you, it's just…. It's just"
"It's just what? If you really do respect me it should reflect on you behaviour."
"I'm sorry; I just want to know what's going on in your life especially when you're not around".
He sighed and relaxed, realizing that there was no point in arguing anymore. He bent down and helped her of the floor and seated her on the edge of his desk. He noticed her busted lip and wiped the blood away with his thumb, he was looking down at it for a while before bringing it to his lips and tasting her in his mouth. The metallic taste brought calm over him and he hummed in pleasure at the sweet taste of pure energy. She stared back at him in fascination, all innocent and pretty with her tussled blonde hair and pale face, and suddenly he an idea hit him.
"How about you come with me?" he asked
"What?" she asked confused, thrown out of her trance.
"I'm having a business dinner later tonight, if you want to you can follow and see for yourself what I'm up to. But I warn you these meetings are dreadfully boring".
"Do you really want me there?"
"If I'm lucky your presence might make things move along faster" he smiled at her.
"Of course I will come" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck in absolute joy.
Evening time rolled around and the couple was speeding their way through the streets of Gotham towards the Iceberg lounge. Harley was dressed in a short, form fitting, black dress which Joker had dismissed at first for being too revealing but after a bit of female persuasion Harley was on her way in her dress of choice.
They pulled up at the back and entered through the secluded, private, entrance from which they were directed straight towards a private booth in the back of the club. The booth consisted of a large rounded table in solid ice, encircled by a plush sofa clad in dark blue velvet and frosted walls securing the privacy.
"Pleasure to have you here" a thick, tanned man with deep eyes told Joker as he shook his hand.
"And pleasure to see you here as well miss Quinn" he reached for Harleys free hand, that wasn't firmly placed in the crook of Jokers arm, and kissed it.
"Hands off" Joker growled as he shot the man a warning glare before taking his seat.
Harley giggled inwardly at his adorable protectiveness and stroked his thigh under the table to remind him that she still belonged to him.
She felt his thigh flex and tense and looked up to see a cloud of lust forming at the back of his gaze. She gave him a sly smirk and he shot daggers at her while she continued to stroke higher up on his leg. He caught her wrist in his hand and placed it firmly in her lap before turning away to acknowledge the entourage sat around the table. Harley turned to face the rest as well, now with a smile on her face knowing how she could turn up the mood at this dinner.
"No hard feelings J". The man threw his hands up in mock surrender and took sat down as well.
Well some hard feelings, Harley thought to herself.
"I'm sorry Mr. Cobblepot wasn't able to make it" another man told the group seated around the table.
"Then what the hell are we doing here then? Doesn't he realize the value of my time?" Spoke the only other woman there. She was dressed in a bright green dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her busty cleavage. Her hair came down in heavy, deep red waves, and pooled along her curvaceous body and her eyes and skin were coloured brightly by the chlorophyll streaming through her cells.
"I will be speaking on the behalf of my boss tonight, and I will make sure to forward everything said tonight" the man explained.
The dinner meeting rolled on and Harley began understanding just what Joker meant, every exchanged sentence seemed protracted and sounded utterly business formal. She would ask J if they could leave early but he was occupied by a deep conversation with the man next to him.
"Harley, what do you think?" The fiery redhead asked.
"Huh?" Harley was caught off guard when she wasn't expecting to be spoken to.
"What do you prefer, semi-or fully automatic?"
"Gee Red I don't know depends on the situation" Harley answered slightly confused. "But personally I don't think I'm strong enough to hold back a fully automatic machine gun".
"All I'm saying is that I don't think it would be all that wise to shot the place down with machine guns. We should focus on making it a quick and clean fight instead." The woman known as Poison Ivy said.
"What's the fun in that?" Joker asked in a mix of disappointment and irritation.
"I agree with Ivy. We're dealing with a dangerous set of men and we wouldn't wanna' further complicate the situation" Penguins henchman said.
"Y'all are just a bunch of buzzkills" Joker muttered, pouting his lips and slouching slightly like a spoilt kid who didn't get his way.
Harley saw her opportunity and embraced Joker, ensuring him that she in fact wasn't a buzzkill and would've loved to see him go on a rampage with the machinegun.
The rest just ignored his childish displays and continued planning.
"It was nice to see you tonight. It was a long time since we last hung out" Ivy said to Harley when they stood outside saying their goodbyes before heading home.
"Yeah we totally need to catch up some time, I've missed you Red" Harley confessed.
"Really? Me too!" Red felt flattered; some days she thought the only one Harley cared about was Joker, it was nice knowing she still had a friend in Harley.
"How about we head out for drinks and shit talk tomorrow night?" Ivy asked excitedly.
"Sounds great, I'll just check with Puddin' first but I'm sure he'll be okay with it."
"Yeah, I'll give you a call tomorrow so we can discuss time and place" Ivy said with a smile. Inwardly she hoped Harley would forget about asking J, she in difference from Harley wasn't so sure about J letting his girlfriend go out at night, especially not with her.
"Uhm Puddin'?" Harley cleared her throat.
"Mm" he answered distracted by his own reflection in the mirror as he was adding more Brylcreem to his untamed morning hair.
"I was thinking…"
"I thought it smelled like burnt lint" he joked under his breath.
"Hey!" Harley hit him playfully on the shoulder and tried to give him a stern look but failed at his contagious bright smile.
"You know I spend a lot of time here at home and I don't go out that much…"
"We went out just last night" he said, knowing where this was going
"Yeah and that was the first time in a very long time… and it was a quite boring dinner".
"I told you it was going to be boring".
"Yes, yes I know but that's why I would like to go out and actually enjoy myself".
"You don't enjoy staying at home with me?"
"Of course I do Puddin', more than anything but we both know that I'll only bother you and I thought I might give you a small break from my annoying ways". She was looking straight at him with her big baby blues and a small pout on her plump lips.
"Just spit it out" he groaned.
*deep breath*"I was thinking that me and Red might go out tonight, catch up some. I promise I won't drink or anything, just having some girls time".
A big 'NO' was plastered all over his face and she kicked in the next gear, serving him some puppy face realness she begged him as if her life depended on it.
"Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty with sugar on top, pleaseeeee. Please daddy" she blinked up at him.
He knew he couldn't say no to that face and he groaned at his own weakness as he muttered a vague "sure" under his breath.
"Thank you Thank you Thank youuuuu" she squealed as she threw herself at him, squeezing the life out of him with her hug.
"Yeah, yeah don't make me change my mind" he growled as he tried to pry open her iron grip.
"But you're not drinking or taking anything and you'll be escorted by one of my men whom will also keep an eye on you" he stated sternly.
"Yes, boss yes" she saluted him.
That woman has me wrapped around her goddamn finger, Joker thought as he walked out of the bathroom.
"Yes Red it's on." Harley spoke down the phone later that day.
"I know, even though he doesn't believe it I have him tightly wrapped around my finger" Harley giggled as she eyed down her hand.
"Gotta' go Red I need to fix my manicure, see you later then". Harley hung up and jumped up from the sofa in hunt for her favourite nail polish.