Chapter 7:
*Queen's POV*
I let out a sigh of relief when I finally came home from work. Today was my day back from my family emergency time off. My plan with the villains is in process and keeping in secret has become harder then I thought.
My morning shoes gets off and I massage my aching feet.
"Long day Queen?" the Joker asked, focusing on his latest project.
"Yea," I sighed, sludging in the seat next to him on the couch. I couldn't help, but notice that his attire is cleaner. Like as if he just put on clean clothes and a fresh coat of paint on his fact, but I let it go. "Three other interns either got fired or quit over the two weeks I've been out." My legs got on the space between us as I lean my upper body over the arm of the couch. "How was your day?" I asked him.
"Our next heist is in the process," he answers. Then he turns to me, "how are your plans going?"
Over the two weeks I have been living here, my trust towards Joker and his henchmen grew more so than before. So I allow them on my own plans, but without truly tell them until I figure out how to process it.
"You hungry?" he asked me, fully looking at me.
"Is Harley coming over tonight?"
"No. Let's take you out for dinner," he suggests with a shrug.
"You do realize that you are an escaped inmate of Arkham Asylum, everyone will most likely call the cops and the Bat," I smirked at him, teasing with him.
"Don't tease with me your majesty," he laughs. "So what do you say?" he asked me.
I take a few moments to think. It sounds like he's asking me out, but he's not being romantic about it. Sure the Joker isn't the romantic type.
"May I pick the place?"
"Of course," he smirks. "Be ready at seven."
So by seven, I am fully ready in my true dorm with a new dress that the guys have arranged for me. Now my share of the closet is filled with my countless dresses, leggings, beautiful white pumps of all kinds, and countless beautiful masks.
"I'm ready," I smiled big to him.
"You look beautiful," he smiles back.
"Thank you," I blushed.
"Where do you want to have dinner?"
"I always wanted to try that Italian restaurant on Baker Street."
"The one in the middle of the city?"
"Yep."
"We shall we?" the Joker asked smirking, offering his arm like a gentleman.
"We shall," I smirked back, accepting his offer.
He escorts me out to our main transportation and takes me to the passenger seat.
The usual heart attack driving takes us to the restaurant within five minutes.
"Two for the Joker," he says and pointing a gun at the host.
I don't know why everyone gets scared of seeing him with a gun. Just keep calm and follow orders so you would live.
"W-We have a-a booth ready," he answers, nervously.
"I'm okay with that," I replied.
"That'll do," the Joker agrees.
Our host takes us through the scared, silent restaurant.
"Something wrong Queen?" he asked, noticing my strange behavior.
"Why is everyone quiet? We're here for food like them," I said to him, turning to him.
He sighs in annoyance with the people and shoots up to the ceiling. "Enjoy your dinner like normal people or I will shoot you all!" he screams at them.
And just like that, everyone return to whatever they were doing. Our host takes us to the booth with menus.
"Y-Your waiter will be with you soon."
My eyes look through my mask to the menu. Even though it looks like I am looking through the menus, my mind is somewhere else. He's with Harley Quinn and yet he's taking me out as if he's with me. The more I thought about our time together the more I thought maybe he's becoming mine.
"So how are things at work?" the Joker asked, starting conversation.
"Things are good well," I answered with a smile. "I'm making new friends."
"That's good," he mumbles.
"How are things at home?"
"Things are going good," he responses. "I missed you at home."
"Really?"
Our drinks orders are placed in.
"Yea. You are very popular at home," he smirks in response.
I smirked back. He then offers his gloved hands to me without breaking the eye contact. My smirk turn into a smile, showing my teeth and accepting his hands with my bare, snow white hands. We hold hands lovely until our drinks came and our food orders are placed in.
"I have my plans are almost complete," I noted again. "Your henchmen and yourself are being offered to help out."
Usually it is best to keep our plans in secret, but I can tell that no one was listening to us. And if they are, we will shoot them.
"What kind of plans?" the Joker asked.
"The plans that I have been working on for a while," I reminded him. "Are you interested?"
"Maybe," he giggles a little.
Our dinner date goes by rather….beautifully. H eand I act like a couple and business partners. It's just perfect.
Later on, after a couple of smoke bombs, he takes me out into the night air. His crazy driving leads us to a quiet park.
I blushing smile at him as we hold hands and walking down a stoney trail. It leads us to a fun, kid like garden. A few trees, flowers, stone in different areas, and a couple of boards filled with fun facts of nature.
"Very beautiful," I commented smiling, walking along the path.
"Not as beautiful as you," he says softly.
I giggled, blushing more.
He leads us to a bench with a slight shining down on it. I sit down on one side with him sitting next to me.
"Would you like to see a trick?" the Joker grinned happily.
"I would love to see one of your personal tricks!" I grinned big.
"Well, pick a card!" He shows me a deck of cards fan out.
I pick a card from the middle on my right side. My card is surprisingly the Queen of Clubs. The poker face covers my face as I watch him shuffle the deck and then cut it in half. My card gets place on in the middle.
"And now kiss the Joker," he says after shuffling it. I look at him surprised blushing need. All he did was smirk with a dark chuckle. "Kiss it," he says again, revealing the Joker card.
My eyes lowered seductively as I lean in to kiss it. This is possibly my only chance to kiss the Joker, or maybe the closest. Just before I do, the real Joker uses the opportunity to kiss me! My eyes widen when I see it's actually him. His dark eyes looks at me with a look of love and lust before closing them to kiss me. I kiss him back with all of my love and lust, hopefully it's the same amount as his.
We stay like this for a while. Slowly, we pull apart from a very sparkly and explosive kiss. Joker looks down at my lustful look with his. I can feel his hot breath on my tongue as he gently touch my mixed red/black lips with the tips of his gloved fingers.
"Joker," I whispered with my voice heavy in love and lust.
"Queen," he whispers, mirroring my tone.
He kisses me before showing the deck. It gets cut then shuffled at least four times and I draw the top card of the deck. And it revealed my card, the Queen of Clubs.
I am surprised and I open my mouth big with a smile.
"What was your card?" he asked with a smile.
"My card," I smiled happily, showing it to him.
"You know," he says, pulling out the joker card. "They might be a good couple," he has his card next to mine.
"Yea, they do," I smiled softly.
My green eyes look into his eyes and we lean in for another kiss, but before we can meet, a helicopter light shines brightly down on us.
"Get away from my Puddin'!" Harley Quinn screams at me.
She falls down on a rope connecting from the chopper.
"What?!" I yelled, holding onto Joker's arm, but she grabs him and taking him away. "No! Can we talk about this?!" I try to reason with the insane female.
Harley laughs her laugh, taking him into the chopper. I could have sworn I hear his laugh joining in with hers.
Tears run down my face and mask. Suddenly something snap inside. Want to toy with my emotions huh Joker? Fine. My eyebrows narrow down into a death glare as I walk back to the van.
"Rex! Barry! Stanley!" I screamed furiously, bursting through the front door of the hideout.
"Yes your majesty?" the henchmen said all at once, appearing before me.
"I am in charge of the hideout and you three are promoted as my deck of cards," I ordered still pissed off and my arms on my sides.
"What about the Joker?" Barry asked.
"We shall not discuss about the extra card of the deck. Now Barry, I need you to find a car for my transportation. I don't care how you get it. My favorites are monster cars, jeep wranglers, mercedes, and fast cars."
"Yes your majesty," he bows to me.
"Stanley, has into everything relating to meetings in regards making great deals. Tell me all of this information about the meetings and where they are located. Also I need my own laptop where we can finalize everything on my plans."
"Yes your majesty," he too bows down.
"Rex, you're in charge of our new tricks and weapons. I want everything to be dangerous, playful, and deadly gorgeous."
"Yes your majesty," he bows as well.
"Listen gentlemen," I speak revealing my anger. "When working with me, I don't want any teasing or playfulness unless it is on victims. No lying, no getting on my nerves, just the truth and only the truth. Your give me respect and I'll give you respect."
"Yes your majesty!"
"Now get some sleep. Tomorrow while I am at work, I want at least something ready." And with that I went to bed seriously having the urge to scream.
