CHAPTER 5

Harley turned around slowly. Her cheeks were red and wet. Her eyes were sore with all the crying and they were slightly puffy. She didn't look straight at him but instead at the purple suit he was wearing. She had seen pictures of him in the newspaper and books with it on but this was just too real. Slowly she began to make eye contact with him. Those eyes she adored and hated stared at her with such passion and glee. His emerald green hair slicked to a perfect form. That smile stretched across his face was so wide.

"I thought I wrote in the note for you to bring your smile Harley."

She didn't want to play the game with him. Her head was pounding and soon the room was beginning to blur.

"Harley…what's the matter with you?"

Harley began to loose her balance and then everything in her world went black. The last thing she felt was someone holding her.

Harley woke up with her head still pounding. She was groggy and felt sick. Her eyes darted across the room trying to figure out where she was.

I'm still in my apartment? Then that means….is Joker still here?

Harley tried to get out of her bed; however the pounding in her head became worse as she tried. She heard that the television was on.

Joker must still be here…

She looked over to her side to see the end table with a glass of water and a note next to it.

He must like notes.

She first drank the water and then proceeded to the letter he left.

Went to go get you some meds, hopefully you have woken up by now. Get well soon, we need to talk when I get back, see you shortly sweet Harley.

J

Harley read the note over and over. How could he sound so caring and so sweet? He was stalking her and causing a huge amount of anxiety and now he sounds as if he really cares about her. She closed her eyes after reading it a few more times and fell back asleep.

Joker came back into the apartment through the window. He placed the items he brought with him on the nearest table and then went to go check on Harley. She was asleep still but he saw that she had read the letter and drank the water. Joker smiled and stared at her. She didn't leave and he was glad. He walked over to her and sat on the bed beside her.

He looked at her lips. He imagined what it would be like to touch them, how soft they would be how great the moment would be. Joker scanned to her closed eyes. He wanted to see those beautiful baby blues he dreamed about at night. He stretched out his hand to wake her up, but then pulled back and went to the couch. He wanted to let her rest.

He watched his cartoons enjoying every second of them. He laughed now and again at a low decibel in hopes not to wake up Harley. Harley…he thought about her so much. He knew he was scaring her and he hated doing that, but it was needed for the plan.

The Joker had seen many girls, but Harley, she was different. She was eager to learn about him, to see how he thought, how he worked. Joker liked that. He knew Harley didn't want to ever stroke his ego, or make him feel superior, but she had given hints that he was. He also knew that Harley was aware of the hints she gave. That made Joker even happier, that was ultimately why he knew that they needed each other. He was just allowing Harley to see it for herself, and in time she would. He knew his Harley would.

Harley woke up again, and this time her head was feeling much better. She opened her eyes to look around and saw that it was dark outside.

What day is it?

She looked to her right and saw Joker sitting at her table his back towards her. Harley didn't know how to get him to notice that she was now awake; she also didn't know if she wanted him to realize that she was. She rolled over in the bed to have her whole body positioned towards him.

Joker slowly turned his head over his shoulder to see if she had awakened. And instantly a smile grew across his face.

"Harley…." His voice was deep with concern.

"What do you want from me?" A sense of panic flowed through every word she uttered.

"Are you feeling better? I have some meds if you need them."

"Answer me…." She was scared but was also stern with her demand.

Joker stood up and rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index finger.

"What do I want from you Harley? I want you to realize that we need each other. Were two of a kind Harley, and I think you know that."

Harley knew…she didn't want to admit it though. She realized that every time she was with him, she was happy even if it were only for a second. She would laugh, smile, and show heart.

"No we are not…I don't need you."

"Harley that hurts…" He smiled showing amusement.

"If you think were supposed to be together…that we need each other; then why did you scare me? Why did you kill that officer? Why?" Her eyes began to water; she didn't want to be talking with him.

Joker saw her eyes begin to water so he walked a little closer. Harley being startled by his actions jumped a little back in the bed. Joker then stopped.

"You made me faint…I don't even know how long I was out for!" Tears began to flow from her eyes.

Jokers smile had subsided. He didn't want those beautiful eyes of hers to cry anymore.

"Harley…" His voice was deep and sensitive.

"Stop…just leave me alone!"

"Harley."

She stood up from the bed. They were about four feet from one another. They stood face to face.

"Why are you doing this to me? Why…"

"Harley…"

She looked up at him. His arm was stretched to her and his hand open for her to take. Harley looked at him. Her tears were still rolling along her red and strained cheeks however the noise had subsided. She looked into his eyes.

"Why are you doing this?" She reached out and grabbed his hand.

Joker just held onto it. He didn't pull her in.

"Why?" She walked to him while holding his hand.

Harley walked all the way to him. Joker only had his hand out for her just as a guide. When Harley reached him she looked up into his eyes. They were full of concern and caring. Joker reached with his free hand to her face.

"No more crying sweet Harley…no more." He wiped the tears away from her face.

They stood in that position for long while. Both were looking into the others eyes. They wondered what the other was thinking.

"Where's that smile I've been dreaming about?" He finally said with a sensuous vibe.

Harley was scared…she didn't understand her feelings for him. She knew she was beginning to truly have intimate feelings toward Joker, but she was scared none the less. Harley slowly let him have his wish; she smiled just a little but didn't look into his eyes. Joker grabbed her chin gently and turned her so that she was looking into his eyes. His other hand still held Harleys fragile one.

"There it is…" Joker smiled.

Harley smiled even larger now. How he made her feel so good about herself was beyond her thoughts at the moment. She had hated him just a few minutes ago and now she couldn't get enough of that smile he had.

Joker stroked back stray hairs on her face and neck.

"Look at that sucker beam!" His eyes transfixed on them.

She laughed. Harley was inching closer and closer to complete infatuation towards Joker and it horrified her. That smile, those eyes, they got her. Joker was right, she did need him. She felt happier that he was here; and at the same time completely scared for her life.

Jokers smile disappeared then, and Harley was slightly frightened so she cleared hers as well.

"Harl…" His voice was deep with desire.

She looked up at him.

Then Joker slowly moved closer to her lips and gently laid his against hers. He had kissed her and then pulled away. It wasn't a hard kiss or one that showed aggression. It was a soft kiss. Harley had enjoyed every moment of it…she wasn't sure what action she should present to him now.

"You look tired Harley, why not get some rest?"

"How long was I asleep before?"

"I say about fifteen hours…"

Fifteen hours! And I'm still tired!

"I am tired."

"Here." Joker led her to the bed and helped her get in.

He was so gentle with her. Harley noticed that.

"Goodnight Harley." The Joker stroked her forehead and then began to walk over to the couch.

Harley was happy; she was somewhat baffled about how she could be though. He had scared the hell out of her, made her think she was going to die. Of course she knew that he still could, he was still a killer; even if he was a caring and sweet one. But just the same; she was happy.

Joker sat on the couch. All he thought about was Harley. How she had come to him, smiled for him, and let him kiss her. Joker smiled, but that was nothing knew. He was thrilled about how the night had gone. He already missed holding her. Joker couldn't get enough of his beautiful girl…his sweet Harley. He stood up and went to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of water and went over to Harley with some meds.

"Harley…"

She turned over and looked at him, not sure what to expect.

"I brought some meds for you to take. There for headaches, I'm sure you have one. Would like these?"

He presented her with two pills. She began to take them and stopped. She worried about them.

"Oh…" Joker giggled and pulled out the bottle they came in.

He took out two fresh pills and showed her. Joker placed them next to her and then took the ones he was going to give to Harley to begin with. He swallowed them with the water he had and then looked at Harley. She still wasn't convinced.

"Harley…" He laughed again.

He opened his mouth as to show her that he actually did swallow them. Harley finally took the pills.

"That was good thinking of you…very smart." He added as he walked away to return to the couch and prepare for sleep.

Harley was beginning to trust him just a little bit. She wanted to be near him though, she felt good when he was close by. Almost…safe.

What the hell is going on with you Harleen! You feel safe around him?

She had no idea anymore. She was falling for someone who killed people and of course that still lingered across her thoughts.

"Joker?" She quietly managed to get the words to come out.

Joker jumped up and looked at her with concern.

"I was wondering…if you could um…you see I was um…" She didn't know how to really ask him the question she had.

"Sure Harley." Joker smiled those teeth of his lighting up the room.

He slowly made his way over to her bed and then got in with Harley. She released a heavy sigh.

They again just looked at one another. Joker was lying on his side with his hand propped up against his head. Harley was on her back while her head was turned in his direction.

"How did you know that I wanted you to come?" Harley asked while looking up into his eyes.

"I told you Harley…I read people very well." Joker laughed as he told her.

Harley satisfied with the answer turned her head towards the ceiling. She was so confused. Why she wanted a killer lying next to her was something she couldn't come to terms with.

She was so happy with him right now and yet she knew that he could change in an instant. He could be powering and frightening at times and she never knew when they were going to come. But right now she just wanted to enjoy this good moment with him, she didn't know when it would end. All she knew was that she didn't want it too.

"How did you escape from Arkham?" She finally asked.

"That wouldn't be part of the fun to tell." He chuckled.

Harley didn't really know what to do next.

"Rest Harley…and dream." Joker replied as if to answer the question she had never actually asked.

A small tear then suddenly had escaped from the crevice of her eye. It startled Harley. Joker caught it before it hit her pillow and then wiped away the tear stain it left on her. His hand was so warm.

"What was that one for?" He asked her soothingly.

"…I'm scared."

"I know you are Harley." He had grabbed her chin again and then turned it slightly so he could see her gem like eyes.

Harley didn't what she was thinking. Was she falling for a killer, or was it instinct to show affection towards him. That was what truly scared her the most; her thought process.

Harley then scurried over to the Joker and she nuzzled into his chest. It had shocked Joker but he soon wrapped his arms around her small body.

Harley placed her ear against his chest as he placed his chin above her head.

And within that mass murdering homicidal psychotic joker of a clown; she could feel his heart beat strong and hard.