Chapter 9 - The Chemical Wedding
The Joker eyed her darkly, a devilish smirk dancing along his lips as he walked slowly over to her.
"Question," He murmured roughly, looking her straight in the eye.
Harley didn't back down, she stared him right back into his eyes, only her face read of all kinds of uncertainties, while his was spontaneous. You never actually knew what was going on because he had a poker face no matter what. Whether it be when he was having fun, planning an escape, or simply angry. You just could never tell.
After a short pause he continued, "Would you die for me?" He simply asked, stealing a quick glance down at the chemical vats below them.
This question, this question she could answer confidently, almost immediately. "Yes," She uttered, a spark in her eyes as she murmured the words confidently and without hesitation.
"That's too easy." He claimed right after her answer, glancing up as if to think of another question, but he already knew what he would have to ask. It was a question that he would always need to ask before having someone stay side by side with him, committed to him. "Would you..." He trailed off slightly, as if to reconsider his question. A thousand thoughts were going on in his head, but only one managed to squirm its way to his attention. What if she said no? She had already said she would die for him, would that be enough?
No, that's never enough. People lie and with lying comes death.
He would know, he's been the liar.
"Would you live for me?" He finally asked, gazing down at her for an answer he couldn't tell he would regret or not. "Hmm." He grumbled impatiently, needing an answer from her now.
"Yes," She murmured without thought.
"Careful," He claimed, raising his index finger to emphasize his point. He took a step closer to her, more serious than he has ever been. "Do not say this oath thoughtlessly," He put an odd ring to the word 'thoughtlessly', as if to warn her of unforeseen circumstances in a vague way.
Gently laying his hand over her mouth, the hand with a tattoo of a smile, one that could never fade away.
"Desire becomes surrender and surrender becomes power." He whispered almost anxiously. He lowers his hand slightly, her lip catching his hand slightly, causing Harley to lightly catch her breath. But nonetheless, she continued to look him directly in the eyes.
His hand laid gently on her jawline as his thumb played with her lip slightly, "You want this?" He asked, sounding as if he was on the verge of a laugh, which he was, but that would depend on how the situation played out.
"I do." She claimed, sounding more confident than she had ever been in her entire life. She never knew that one man would change her entire existence in just a small couple of months - No, just a small measly hour changed her entire life. Realizing the simple truth that she was indeed infatuated with him, wanted.. needed to be with him, to understand all of his demons and go so far as to take them for him. Even becoming some of them, that had scarred her, but the voices inside her head were practically pushing her off the edge of the platform already. And she wanted them to.
"Say it," The Joker leaned his head back completely, looking up at the dark sky as he barely whispered the words. "Say it," He repeated a bit louder, re-positioning his head towards her. "Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty," He repeated as though he was on a loop.
"Please," She murmured slowly, her voicing hinting just a little of what she so desperately wanted to do right that moment.
"Ooohh, God your so.. good." He trailed off, he seemed as though he was getting high off her words, they were bringing such great pleasure to him. He eyed her and then the chemical vat, as if signaling what the next step was.
Her eyes slowly moved over to where his eyes were planted and she gave slow steps as she gazed down at the last thing that would permanently change her forever. A smile almost formed along her lips as she took one last look at it before turning around to look at him. She had wanted his face to be the last thing she saw before becoming a 'new person'.
He eyed her anxiously, waiting to see how it would all actually plan out, would she do it? Or would he have to kill her. No, he was already planning to have her killed. This way is just a bit more interesting than what he was originally planning to do.
She extended her arms out and without even the slightest hint of hesitation, she leaned back and voluntarily fell off the side of the platform. It wasn't as long as she thought it would be, falling down. Only a short couple of seconds passed before her head touched the chemical. A smile was finally on her face as she was now completely under, her eyes slowly closing, as though she was giving into a deep sleep.
From above the Joker eyed her, watching the nice blue dye appear from the chemical. A small pain entered his chest, causing him to breath in more slowly, deeply, it felt almost as if he had just gone to run a marathon. But he quickly shook off the feeling, turning around, not even bothering to admire anymore of his work.
This was not nearly as much fun as I thought it would be. He thought, disappointed with the lack of a joke.
And that was the thought that made him stop and think. Could it be that it was as much fun as he thought because of the fact that with this small change he would now have another person like him, but he was simply throwing the opportunity away. No, that couldn't be it. If it was, he could just find some other person to do it. Or better yet, he would have already done it.
No, there was some other reason, he just needed to find it.
A growl escaped his throat at the thought of saving the loose end, at the thought of needing to save her.
He quickly stripped himself of his jacket as he gave a light leap form the platform and into the vat. His hands quickly met her limp body as he submerged from the deep chemical, gazing down at her.
Was I too late? He questioned himself.
He slowly let his lips meet hers as he gave her some of his air. He stopped when he felt a light electricity between them, questioning what exactly just happened, but didn't let it cross his mind for as long as he liked. The feeling was just too good.
As her eyes fluttered open a giant smile formed along her face and he just couldn't resist. He leaned down to let his lips meet hers once more.
Harley couldn't believe the feeling. She gazed up at him before anxiously wanting more of it. The feeling of being wanted, the feeling of being loved. Something she thought would never happen with this type of man.
As their lips parted once again, they laughed psychotically with one another, the colors from their shirts swirling around them.
In a mere couple of seconds, The Joker glided over to the ladder and helped shove her up and out, following close behind and then scooping her up in his arms, knowing that she would be quite weak after landing in such a strong chemical.
It looked like something you would see right after a wedding. A groom carrying his bride to their new home, which was quite accurate. This chemical vat, it was their new home, or rather, Harley's new home.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nuzzled into him, not wanting the dream to end. While The Joker grumbled lightly at the weakness he had shown, but nonetheless, carried her closely and tightly, guiding her back to his car as she fell asleep in his arms.
A/N : I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it. This was by far one of my most favorite scenes from the movie, although, after seeing the extended cut for the electroshock scene and the motorcycle scene, I'm not so sure. I gotta say, I CANNOT wait for the extended version to come out, in my opinion it looked ten times better than the movie I saw in the theaters. One thing I wish was included in the theater version would be the electroshock scene, I absolutely love the line 'You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion' Thats love honey xD.
