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She went home that night, ecstatic over her progress with the Joker.
"Joseph…" She sat on her sofa, sipping wine with her feet curled under a blanket, mulling it over.
"That doesn't really suit him…" No. What suited him was Joker. She smiled at the thought, wondering what his last name used to be. She finished the bottle of wine, and stumbled into bed, snuggling up under the blanket and pulling her pillows around her.
"Wake up, sugarplum" Harley groaned, rolling over and grumbling in her sleep.
"Come on pumpkin, Daddy wants to see those beautiful baby blues" Harley sighed, rolling over, and finding her face pressed against a warm chest. She blinked slowly, seeing a pale white chest under her face.
"Wh-what?" She leaned back slowly, gasping when she saw she was in bed with… him...
"There she is… my little Harley Girl." She lunged back, clutching the blanket to her chest as he laughed, putting his arms behind his head and leaning against her headboard. He smiled at her knowingly, and put one hand out, wiggling a finger in a "come hither" motion. She stilled, unable to move, and watched as annoyance flickered across his face.
"I'm not going to ask you again honeybun." Harley gulped, slowly crawling towards him, and curling back up beside sighed, wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders, and leaning down, kissing her forehead gently.
"Don't act so shy baby, you know this is what you want." She sighed, it was… it was what she wanted. She curled closer to him, wrapping an arm across his chest, and nuzzling against his shoulder.
Harleen jolted up at the sound of her alarm going off, her heart racing, and her hair stuck to her sweaty head.
"What the hell was that?!" She looked to her side, seeing she had been spooning her pillows in her sleep. She shook her head quickly, smacking her hand against one side to shake away the dream. She showered quickly, struggling to erase the image of the Joker in her bed.
She was distracted as she dressed, pulling on her tall black boots without thinking about if they were work appropriate or not.
She hopped on the train, her thoughts still buzzing as she leaned her head on the window, finding herself wondering if the Joker ever had a girlfriend.
"Let's talk about your personal life today." The Joker watched her curiously. All day she'd been avoiding eye contact, but several times he caught her staring at him with dark eyes.
"Whatever you say doc-tor" She nodded, her eyes on her notes for the time being.
"What… what's your home life like?" He paused, raising an eyebrow as she clicked her pen nervously.
"Uh, I have a penthouse… it's nice…" He drifted off, not sure what she wanted. She rolled her eyes, putting down her pen, and running her hands through her hair.
"Nevermind, what do you want to talk about?" She was agitated… but it couldn't be at him… no, she was like this when she came in.
"Let's talk about you." She paused, looking up slowly, her eyes nervous.
"What about me?" He shrugged, cocking his head to the side and squinting at her.
"What's your story- I mean, skip over the part about your mother- tell me something... new." Something new… She thought for a moment, trying to think of something he didn't know.
"I had an eating disorder in high school" His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't really seem to care.
"Okay…" She drifted off, trying to think of something that would interest him.
"I have Batman pajamas." His eyes darkened immediately, and his nostrils flared as his lips formed a tight line.
"Burn them." She found she was fighting a smile- she should be terrified, he was mad, but for some reason, she found his reaction funny.
"Why? They are comfy!" His eyes narrowed again, and he rolled his neck, trying to relieve some tension.
"Because I don't want to think of that stupid Bat on your body." He nearly growled it, and she froze, her eyes wide as she stared at him, her heart racing as she let his words sink in.
"Let's move on." She was flustered, he could see it, her chest was turning red, she was fidgeting with her pen again, keeping her eyes on the table.
"No- not until you promise to burn them." She looked up at him then, frowning.
"Then what am I gonna sleep in Mistah J? Because those are my favorite PJ's." He grinned then, picturing her in a nice pair of Joker pajamas.
"Anything but those." She relented, grumbling that she'd burn them and looking back at her paper.
"I think you'll be surprised- you'll find something more comfortable in no time." She rolled her eyes again, holding a grudge for the rest of the session.
When she got home that night, she grabbed her trusty Batman pj's and took them out back to the trash bin, throwing them in, and flicking in a lit match, watching as they went up in flames.
"So long comfort" That night, she slept in her panties and a tank top, freezing without her toasty warm Batman pants.
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