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This chapter is a not the best I am going to admit but good news, J is in it.

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Nessa

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Chapter 10

Stupid fucking cat. She had been glaring at the plush cuddly toy for at least half an hour, feeling nothing but anger for the damn thing. It had been two days since she received it and no gifts from J had come since. She knew this was his bargaining chip, his way of getting her to give in and she was damn close to doing so.

She glanced at the note that had been attached to her door when she opened it this morning.

Unless you're scared…

-J

He was an obnoxious twat, she wasn't scared of him, and just fucking pissed. How dare he think she was fucking anything but mad at him? She knew that she would have to cut her holiday short just to go and prove to him that she was not scared. With a grumble of annoyance she got up and called Arkham, to tell them to expect her in later today for her session with the joker. Dr Arkham tried to argue but she was having none of it, she needed to prove to that stuck up clown that he did not scare her.

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Around an hour later Harley gave herself one last hard stare in the mirror, her lips were a soft pink and her hair was tied in a loose bun. She gave herself one last little pep talk, convincing herself not to be scared, he couldn't hurt her again and then headed off to work.

She felt her heart grow more and more unsteady as she got closer to Arkham, the building looming over the horizon and making her feel unsure of herself. She took one deep breath and then walked through the doors of the building, heading towards her office and swiping her card to unlock it. The flowers were wilted in the corner and the room was dark. It looked abandoned and run down but as soon as the light flickered on there was a clear difference in the room. All the furniture had been changed to plush, expensive leather and her desk was twice the size of her old one. She new the Joker must have had something to do with this, how she didn't know but he must have. Annoyed all over again she headed straight down to her meeting place with the Joker to have it out with him and boy was he not going to know what hit him.

She swung the door open to the padded room and looked straight into the ice blue eyes of the man that had been haunting her nightmares all week. There was none of that fire that she had seen before, no anger or hurt behind his watchful stare.

"So you're not scared," he grinned big and it made her blood boil, but annoyingly made her heart race.

"I was never scared of you Joker, I was just shocked." She muttered and took her seat, shuffling the papers around to avoid eye contact.

"You shouldn't have been. I don't like it when you don't obey me Harley, you made me look like a fool in front of my cliental. What the hell was I meant to do?"

"I'm not yours J, I am your psychiatrist not your girlfriend. I have whatever right I want to go out and get drunk and if you didn't want people knowing I was associated with you, you shouldn't have told your men to look out for me." Harley lifted her head, showing she wasn't scared to speak her mind.

"You are mine Harley, you're daddy's beautiful harlequin." He purred and her heart melted a little.

Beautiful, he thinks I'm beautiful. Harley gushed and almost made an audible squeal, having to bite her tongue to stop herself from doing so, pull yourself together Harley, he hit you for goodness sake. "No I'm not Joker, and I am not a jester." She looked at him dissaprovingly but couldn't help the small smile that snuck on her face.

"There it is, that wonderful smile I love to see. C'mon pumpkin, you can't stay mad at daddy forever can ya?" He pouted, giving her major puppy eyes and she felt her resolve slipping, she really couldn't stay mad at him. "Y'know daddy didn't want to hurt ya, but ya make him so crazy Harley. What if someone had tried to take ya? I don't like to share baby." Baby… Oh fuck it he's impossible to stay mad at.

"Fine J, I forgive you. But that doesn't mean I am yours. I am doing it for purely professional reasons." She sat straighter, trying to regain some order.

"Pumpkin why don't you come here, I need to tell you a secret." J purred.

"I can hear you just fine from here J and no one is listening." She stood her ground.

He rolled his head on his shoulders, "no no no no baby, this is for your ears only, it had to be whispered, lean over the table, I won't bite." He bared his silver grill at her in a psychotic smile but Harley couldn't help but lean closer to him, like he was a magnet.

As she leant in so did he, restricted by his replaced straight jacket but still managing to fill the gap between them and before she could react the Joker laid his lips on hers. At first she was shocked, a small gasp falling form her lips but once she felt the warmth of his lips it was like she was drugged. Her whole body tingled and she felt so hot, but she didn't want to stop. She never wanted to not be kissing him again. He tasted of mint and a hint of fire, his tongue was hot on hers and he demanded dominance, not letting her go until he was done. As he pulled away he bit her lip, tugging at it softly with his grill before leaning back in his chair, growling under his breath. Her eyes were closed and remained leant over the desk, panting for air for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes it was to see his eyes staring back at her, a hunger behind them that made her stomach somersault.

"Wow… that was…"

"I know kitten." He purred.

"I should really think of a pet name for you…" She blurts.

"No one calls me by a pet name Harley, it would show weakness." He glares.

"But what if I only used it in private?" Her voice was low, seductive.

"Then I suppose I could allow it… what ya got in mind."

"Hm… well you're hard on the outside, but gooey on the inside, and sweet…like… puddin'" She exclaims, pleased with herself.

"Harley, pudding ain't hard on the outside." J states, raising his eyebrow at her and she feels a little stupid.

"Yeah well the cup is." She whines, like a child in a playground.

"Well… fine whatever you want." He sighed but he looked amused, like he liked the attention.

She smiled and giggled, "yay! Thanks puddin'," this was not Harleen, she was acting like a stupid Brooklyn girl she used to see around school all the time. Not like the respected psychiatrist she was, what the hell was he doing to her?

He leant over the table when she didn't speak for a while and as she went to question what he was doing she felt his lips softly meet hers again. It was like a black hole and she was slipping slowly inside, to captivated by his lips to realize how wrong this was, how very wrong. He was hypnotic and disarming and she felt as if she was no longer in control of her own body, he owned her now, just like he said.

"Oh my little harlequin, welcome to my world."

A/N Sorry this sucks a little, please review :)