Author's Note:

Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry guys – I haven't been able to write and it's driving me insane! I'm so sorry, it's been forever… or at least it feels like that… since I've updated this story! I've had to study so much and I've had a lot of personal issues going on recently. But, nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this chapter. xx

*Chapter Eight*

*Part 2/2*

Gasoline

Halsey

Are you insane like me?
Been in pain like me?
Bought a hundred-dollar bottle of champagne like me?
Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me?
Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me?

Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?
Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?
Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?
Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me?

Harley laid in bed – due to everything hurting and having a massive headache – with a hot compress on her forehead and pain killers spread about the nightstand next to her, "Puddin," she whined, "This isn't helpin'!"

"Oh, Harls, you poor thing." J grinned as he sat down next to Harley, taking the compress off and pressing a cold hand against her forehead. It sent a shiver down her spine, his cold touch against her burning skin. He finally pulled his hand away while Harley got out from under the covers.

"Why do I hurt so much anyways? Last thing I remember is going for a car ride in the Lambo." She giggled, walking over to the closet and opening one of the doors. She shuffled through the clothes, humming the tune of 'Alphabet Boy' by Melanie Martinez. J put on a face of frustration; he didn't want to tell Harley, but he'd have to eventually. She wasn't dumb, she'd piece things together even if all those memories were extremely blurry and close to forgotten.

"Well," he started, but shifted his position on the bed so he was watching Harley pick out clothes.

"Well?"

"Electroshock." J smiled, proud of his work as he thought it over. He had created his Harlequin… well, almost. She didn't fit the look quite right yet.

"Okay." Harley said, there was an obvious tone of anger in her voice. She finally decided on what she was going to wear, and went to walk out of the room. J grabbed her by the wrist, still sitting, and pulled her down so she was sitting in his lap. There was disappointment in her eyes, but her facial expression said otherwise. She seemed happy. She wasn't.

Harley was just too worn out and hungry to yell, scream, and cry. She didn't want to pick a fight with J. Not today.

"Yes, Mistah J?" She smiled, kissing his cheek quickly before trying to get up again. J had a tight grip on her waist.

"Angry, are we?" he half-growled, half-purred.

"No, not at all Pud. Now can I go get changed?" Harley whined.

"Don't lie to me Harley." J said, anger taking him over. He didn't want her to be angry with him, and he didn't want to be angry with her, but lying was not okay.

"Fine, I'm angry." She snapped, crossing her arms and looking away from the pale man, "You can't torture me like that. I'm not an object, J. I don't wanna be treated like one." Harley stood and went to stomp out of the room, but a strong hand grabbed her wrist again. J walked up behind her, spinning her around so she was facing him. Her clothes were held in one hand and the other was balled up into a fist.

"I was just fixing you. I was helping you, and this is how you're repaying me?" J slapped her and she stumbled back against the wall. He put his arms up so she wouldn't be able to run out of the bedroom, "I can't believe you." He spat.

"I'm sorry," Harley cried out, tears falling from her bright blue eyes. She knew what would happen if she tried to talk back, "I'm sorry, Daddy. Thank you."

"Go get changed." He growled, stepping back so she could go. Harley ran off, wiping tears from her eyes as she swung open the door to the restroom.

She threw her clothes to the side and ran a bath. She poured in vanilla bubble bath and got in, putting her legs over the edge like she always does. Harley was happy again; being insane let her easily change moods. Harley followed her normal routine, and got out. She drained the tub carefully. When she was in the middle of sliding on a skin-tight blue-and-red bralette adorned with a J zipper, Joker walked in. Harley quickly slid on the matching skin-tight short-shorts and a black belt, then walked over to J and threw her arms around his neck from behind, "Pud?"

"Yes?" J said, putting gel in his hair and combing it back.

"Are ya still mad at me? I'm sorry, Mistah J." Harley purred, her arms still around his neck, moving one hand down his chest.

"Yes." He grunted, trying to reach for his lipstick as Harley held onto him like a child that wanted attention.

"You betta' punish me then," she whispered seductively, tracing her finger in the shape of a heart on his chest. Fiery passion and anger took over J's green eyes. He pushed Harley's arms off of him and spun around to look at her.

"Maybe I will." He purred, laughing an insane, maniacal laugh. Harley was full of fear and desire. J backed Harley into the wall, boxing her in. He grabbed her waist with one hand and lifted her leg up with the other. He aggressively kissed her, his tongue dominating hers faster than you can say 'insane'. After what seemed like forever, he pulled away, leaving light kisses down her collarbone and reaching the delicate skin on her neck. J bit her neck with his cold grill, giving Harley a shiver down her spine and a moan escaping her mouth. He moved his arm from around her waist, and his hand found its way to the zipper of her bralette, moving it around in his hand for a second before unzipping it. He pulled away from the crook of Harley's neck for just enough time to slide it off, immediately making contact again. He cupped her breast in his hand, manipulating it to his will. Harley let out a gasp.

"Please, Puddin'." She begged, pulling at the hem of his sweatpants as she put her legs around his waist, forcing him to get closer. She felt his excitement growing against her thigh, making her even more desperate. He growled against her neck, planting a final passionate but rough kiss on her lips. J moved her legs off of his waist and turned away. He picked her bralette off the ground and threw it at her as she sank down to the ground in disappointment.

"Change. I don't need you dressing like that and teasing me more." J half-purred, half-growled. He walked out of the bathroom, trying to calm himself down so Harley didn't get any ideas.

Harley pouted, putting her bralette back on. She rolled her eyes, slid on a cropped bright-blue-and-bright-red jacket, and headed over to the counter to do her makeup. When she finished, she put her long blonde hair into pigtails and threw on silver-and-black boots and a sparkly silver-and-black belt along with the black one she already had on. She walked out of the bathroom and turned towards J who had changed into a white collared shirt that was buttoned open (along with multiple golden chains, a lot of gold accessories, an untied tie hanging around his neck, and a chest gun holster) and suit pants. He slipped on oxfords, and turned towards Harley.

"I'm going to go check up on the clubs, and seriously Harley. Get changed. Wear something not as sexy as that, but don't dress like I don't want you showing skin. Get it? Got it? Good. I'll be back in a few hours. Behave." J said, giving Harley a peck on the cheek and picking up his gun from the nightstand as he left. Harley crossed her arms as she heard the front door slam shut and the deadbolt lock.

"Whatever you say, Mistah J." she angrily said to herself.

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- J