He woke to her big grey eyes staring down at him excitedly. She stood to the left of him, leaning over to watch him with great interest. Harley didn't know where they were, one of her many properties, he assumed. It was too dark to tell much the night before. She'd let him sleep in a makeshift bed in what now seemed to be an abandoned club. She hadn't slept next to him.

He smiled at her sleepily, reaching his long arms up to pull her form into his. He knew he caught her by surprise because she fell with an 'oof' on top of him.

Harley closed his eyes at the incredible feeling of her in his arms. How nice and warm she felt. He almost didn't notice the sharp blade now being held dangerously close to his neck.

"Good morning" he chuckled, not at all fazed by the switchblade at his jugular.

"I fail to see what's so good about your morning" she growled pushing the blade harder into his neck.

He smiled darkly, wrapping his hand around her small throat, squeezing.

She glared at him heatedly, unrelenting.

"Stupid boy. I still win...takes t-two seconds to s-slit your throat" She wheezed, before laughing madly.

Harley chuckled too, squeezing harder. He felt the blade press harder into his neck, drawing blood but he didn't think much about it. He was too enraptured by the power game they were in.

Her hand began to shake as she struggled to breathe, her strength weakening. Her hand reached up to his hand at her neck. Harley took this opportunity to use his other hand to flip their position. He was on top now. And both her hands were pinned.

"I win." He chucked darkly in her ear before pressing kisses to her neck. He lessened his grip on her neck slightly so she could breathe a little better.

She laughed breathily.

"Not likely." She wheezed, before Harley felt the most unbearable pain imaginable.

He collapsed from on top of her, groaning in pain.

Did she seriously just kick him in the balls?

He laughed then, hysterically, uncontrollably.

He looked over to her with watery eyes. She was grinning at him leaning on the wall opposite him.

"I win" she sang leaning against the doorframe.

Harley shook his head fondly. What an incredible woman.

"What are we doing today?" He asked, standing up.

She smirked at him mischievously.

"Let's have some fun" her eyes blazed dangerously. A dark smile played on her lips.

Harley grinned back.

Dangerous.

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And that was how Harley found himself currently robbing a mob bank.

She stood in the centre of the room, a rifle held loosely in her hands. Her usual Joker get up was on, her green hair a curly mess down to the small of her back. She was magnificent.

The way she commanded the room, the sultry way her hips swayed as she walked. Harley couldn't get enough.

"Harley, honey, focus on the task at hand." She turned back at him, a sly smirk on her face.

Harley flushed, embarrassment she'd caught him staring, and continued filling his bag full of money.

"Please, sir, let me go." A woman pleaded from his left.

Harley looked at her from the corner of his eye, mentally noting where his gun was if he needed to use it.

She was pretty, in that typical kind of way. Long blonde hair tied up neatly, big blue eyes and fake lashes. Fake boobs, the typical indecent mob bank uniform.

She was a sight to see, but just not his type.

So he ignored her, determined to finish up his vault to get back to his girl, to show her how useful he was.

"Sir, please. I could make it worth your while? " she called to him again, wriggling her bound body in a decidedly provocative way.

Harley turned to her, annoyed she was distracting him from completing his task. He so desperately wanted to please his Joker.

The woman smiled at him, seemingly unaware and unafraid that she was in the centre of a bank robbery. He almost rolled his eyes. The women that worked for mobs were honestly so shallow. Insanely so. Completely obsessed with money.

"I can show you where some real valuables are, we could take them, together. You and me, sweet cheeks. On the run together." She whispered seductively, pushing her fake breasts together purposely.

Harley opened his mouth to reply when the woman was hit on the side of the head with a crow bar.

"Whoops." Beautiful manic laughter sounded behind him.

Harley turned to look behind him, only to meet two silver orbs just centimetres from his. They were decidedly angry, furious pools of molten silver.

She held his neck tightly in his hands and Harley dropped his bag of money in shock, falling back from his knelt position to sit against the wall.

She crawled forward, her hand still on his neck, a snarl on her face, much like a panther on its prey, to straddle him.

Harley's heart beat faster, and he couldn't determine if he was excited or terrified.

"You weren't, uh, thinking of running off now, were you?" She hissed at him, narrowing her eyes dangerously.

Harley shook his head, unable to speak from her grip on his throat.

"Because if you did..." she started, leaning down onto his neck and sniffing the area lightly.

"I'd hunt. You. Down." And with that she bit his neck hard, and he gasped in both shock and pleasure of the pain.

She pulled back, her face still dark and furious, looking upon his figure with possessive eyes.

"You're mine." She hissed, before kissing his lips roughly. Harley half heartedly kissed back, but she dominated the kiss, grabbing his hair painfully.

"You're mine, my little harlequin. Do not make me give you any further reminders" She snarled at him, before releasing him, turning to the woman next to him.

"As for you..." she growled, grabbing the woman by the hair.

The woman screamed, blood running down her face.

"Please! Let me go!" She sobbed, her face ugly with tears and blood.

The Joker simply laughed, dragging the woman into the centre of the room. Her men stopped what they were doing and watched on carefully to see what their crazy boss was up to next.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you." She snarled to the room of hostages.

"Don't. Touch. What's. Mine." And with that she shot the woman square in the head, the body falling to floor in a thump.

"Lets go, boys." She sang, stepping over the dead body casually, slinging her gun on her back.

She walked towards the back of the bank, turning to Harley who was still on the floor in shock.

"Harlequin! We gotta hit the road~" she sang to him, her normal crazy smile back in place.

He jumped up instantly, almost running to her side, a large grin on his face.

"What're we gonna do now princess?" He asked, swinging his arm over her shoulder boldly.

She froze for a second before smiling up at him, her eyes wild.

She stepped away from him to climb into the back of the large van that was waiting for them outside.

"We're gonna show Gotham that the Joker is back!" She proclaimed, giggling as her men began loading the money in the van.

"How are we gonna do that?" Harley asked excitedly, coming into the van to sit next to her.

She turned to him then, her eyes alight with a fiery passion.

"We're gonna make Gotham burn."