Chapter 9:
Sitting back with my eyes closed, I tried breathing in and out. I could hear the door open behind me and I waited silently as his cautious footsteps approached. In my peripheral vision, I watched my Joker walking around the chair in order to see me. He said, "Let me ask you a question Harleen. Do you know what you get when you put Harley and Quin?"
As his eyes finally lay in front of me and I smiled at his humor. "Harelquin. I know."
His eyes bugged out when seeing the recent carve into my porcelain skin he loved so much. And like a switch his shock, turns to almost impassive except, his scrunched eyebrows slightly indicating infuriation. His finger slowly trailed my cut and the man I was in love with asked glancing into my eyes, "Everyone had asked me about my scars, but you never did once."
I placed my hand over the Joker's hand making him uncomfortable and replied, "I just don't see them." Reaching out to the Joker's scared face, he slapped my hand away. I was unfazed by his reaction and said pleasantly, "Thanks to my boyfriend, we match."
The words rolled off this tongue as if it was a foreign word. "Boyfriend?" Cracking his neck the Joker replied with a smile, "Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery." Darkness suddenly cloud his mind, "Why did he do this to you?"
I blushed at the thought and before I knew it, I could feel something shift inside me. I was present, but not in control of my actions. Harley had finally come out to play. She smiled brightly and leaned forward and said boldly in her accent, "You pudding pop."
Tilting his head beyond confused, she said more confidently, "Don't you know I'm crazy about you Mr. J. My stupid, soon to be ex, didn't get it and left me this present. But, to tell you the truth, I kind of like it."
The Joker was in a defensive stance and yet his ice blue eyes were extremely interested. She continued to say, "You seem confused baby. I'm your Harley, your Harlequin and I've been waiting to meet you for a long time. But you know Harleen, always a stiff and a bore. Blah, blah, blah. Rules."
The Joker smiled at us and began to laugh and laugh wiping tears away. "The mad doctor has been treating her crazy patients. Wow, you really can't make this shit up. Priceless."
My body stood up on the chair playfully balancing on the top and said, "But she's been taking notes from the most genius man. Really I've been learning from you Mr. J." Harley flipped off the chair and said, "You were right, people don't care for us. That's why my father had to go. If it wasn't for me, Harleen be dead."
"Pity, I never got to say bonvoyage," the Joker chucked as he continued to say, "Next time you'll have to invite me to the party. My jokes are a real killer."
Harley squeaked in joy at his idea of wanting to be with her. Circling around her obsession and batted her eyes, "Mr. J, do you trust me?"
His lips smirked at this new discovery and replied, "Of course I do kid. I never knew you had such an lovable side."
Harley suddenly squeezed him in a tight hug and pressed her lips over his. Even though her Joker fought to escape with her arms, his mouth fiercely kissed back to Harley's intensity. As he went to swipe her off, Harley gracefully ducked and flipped back away.
"Do you like it? " Harley asked boldly and Mr. J scanned our body from down to up and responded, "Yes and no."
Her lips pouted and Harley sat away from him, "I guess you don't think I'm good enough."
I couldn't tell what the Joker was doing behind our back, but if I had a hunch he was probably pretending to choke us with frustration.
Peeking around, Mr. J's eyes were lit on fire both from rage and the sudden passion between us. Harley giggled back with glee at my observation and said sweetly, "Promise we'll find each other again."
"Why would I promise? I can't leave and you're not leaving me soon," Mr. J observated.
She stepped closer to him again and his body tensed when Harley's finger's trailed his shirt, "Because, hunny, you are leaving soon," Harley pulled out the access key from his shirt pocket. She kissed his lips one more time and said, "Good luck Mr. J."
And like that, we left him after he swiped us out of the room and went back to my office as if it was a normal day. It wasn't till later that night, the sirens went off and the place shut down that we knew our Joker was long gone.
