CHAPTER 11

Harley's face was covered with sweat. She was tossing and moaning her brow line was furrowed. Suddenly she woke up and a painful scream protruded from her. Joker jumped and grabbed her quickly, he was still half asleep.

"What's the matter Harley!" He held her close.

"I had a bad dream."

Joker relaxed his grip on her, "Oh…"

"I'm sorry Mistah J. I keep having this dream and it really gets to me."

Joker sighed and chuckled under his breath, "Its okay," he yawned, "now try to get some sleep."

He let go of her and then turned over on his side to fall back asleep. Harley did the same.

She felt a stream of tears making there way to her eyes and she tried to fight them but lost. Joker heard a quite sob so he flipped over and hugged Harley from behind.

"What was the dream?" He sounded tired.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." She wiped her tears away not wanting Joker to see.

"Harley…" Joker turned her over so she was facing him.

"I don't want to talk about it." She didn't want to make eye contact with him.

"Why?"

"I just don't." Harley tried to turn back over but Joker stopped her.

"Tell me Harley." His voice was serious. He knew something was wrong.

"It's just a stupid reoccurring dream, nothing to worry about."

Joker peered at her eyes they were glistening with aesthetic beauty.

"Anytime you want to talk about this dream Harley, I'll listen." Joker wrapped his long white arms around her small body and then kissed her lips.

"That makes me feel better." A bright smile shone on her face.

"Does it? Well, let me know whenever you're blue because it makes me feel so much better too." He smiled and kissed her again.

"When do I get to go on a real job with you?" It was a random question that Joker was pleased to hear.

"When would you like to go on one?"

"I was just thinking about that surprise job…and well, I'm in love with you Joker, but I don't know a damn thing about you. I want to see what you do. You're life…"

"You aren't going to like what I do Harley."

"I'm sure I'm not. But I want to see. Will you let me go?"

Joker didn't want her to go. She wasn't that Harley he wanted yet. She was still Harleen Quinzel and although she was making a huge amount of progress, she wasn't anywhere near her final potential. He pondered about her joining in on the job, she wouldn't have a clue what to do. She would probably get hurt, and Joker couldn't have that. But just the thought of having her with him on a job was irresistibly arousing to him. How she wanted to join in on the outing was beyond his thoughts of her. He never once thought she would have asked that she go with him.

"I don't want you to get hurt Harl."

"I don't want you to get hurt either."

Joker sighed, "Fine, but you need to pay attention and listen to everything I say."

She made a gleeful noise and snuggled into him. She had forgotten all about her dream.

It was morning now, and Harley had woken up to see that Joker had placed her back into her room and that he was not with her. She got up and performed her morning rituals and then happily proceeded to the down stairs living area.

She saw Rocko standing near the kitchen table with a clown mask on. She laughed but then stopped immediately after seeing that he was holding a gun in his hand. Rocko saw her worried look and then set down the gun.

"Don't be alarmed Miss Harley, we're just getting ready for the job that's all."

"Oh alright, um where's Joker?" She was still a little cautious.

"Boss! Miss Harley is up!" He yelled behind his shoulder.

Joker walked out dressed in his purple outfit, Harley loved the look of him.

"Harley! Get ready were leaving in five minutes!" He had a very strict tone and Harley accepted the demand quickly not wanting to anger him.

"I don't know why I'm letting her come with me Rocko." Joker spoke to his henchman.

"I think we both know why, but you just don't want to admit it boss."

"Another crack like that…and you'll have a nice smile across your face like mine!" It aggravated Joker that his henchman knew his true feelings toward Harley. Joker had never let his true feelings toward someone slip before, he would work on that.

Harley reappeared just after a few minutes.

"Come on lets go! I feel good about this million dollar deal today." He snickered to himself and then wrapped his arm around the waist of Harley.

"What's that smell?" He sniffed and asked Harley.

"I think that's my perfume."

"Damn it's good…" He loved the sweet smell.

"The perfume? Well I'll make sure to wear it more." Harley giggled.

They reached the car, this time Rocko was driving. Joker placed Harley in the back seat and then he slid himself beside her.

"I'm only going to say this to you once. You need to stay by my side the entire time. If you leave my sight or side…I don't know how things would work out. Just remember that and you should be fine. I'm going in to make a million dollar deal, things could get ugly for an amount like that. You could get hurt Harley promise me you'll stay next to my side."

"I promise."

Joker reached over to her and pulled her close.

"You have no idea what feelings I have toward you Harley baby."

He kissed her hard and Harley liked it…loved it. Joker pulled out a knife and handed it to Harley.

"Just in case."

"Alright." The feeling of fear finally set into Harley's body.

They soon reached the outside of an old warehouse and Joker began to get out of the vehicle when Harley stopped him.

"Wait come here…"

He sat back in the car and waited for her. Harley pressed her lips against his and then whispered into his ear.

"I love you Joker…I have no idea how though…"

"I know Harley."

They both stepped out of the car and Harley immediately ran over to Joker and wrapped her arm around his. They made there way to the warehouse, Rocko stayed in the car.

"Keep quite and don't say a word." Another demand she wasn't scared of committing.

Joker guided them into the warehouse. It was heavily intoxicated with smoke.

"Why the fuck…is this colored clown in my warehouse." Peter Milano the head of this company asked his fellow mobsters. They had no answer.

"Mr. Milano, it's been a while. I see you're still fat and bald."

Harley held back a laugh.

"Don't come into my house and degrade me clown!"

"…This is your house? My my my, not good, not good at all." Joker teased with Milano.

"What do you want?"

"A million dollars."

"Why the hell would I give a fuckin' clown a million bucks of my hard earned cash?"

Joker walked up to Milano signaling for Harley to stay put where she was.

"I have information I'm sure you wouldn't mind having."

"And what would that be?" Another mobster had asked.

"Now why would I just go and give you the information without receiving my million dollars?"

"How do we no it's worth our while clown?"

Joker smiled, "It has to do with a black flying rodent."

"How do you have information on the bat?" Milano was now interested in what Joker had to say.

"I'll give you the info…you give me the cash." He seemed so calm, his hands were placed in his coat pockets and he was talking as if this were just a walk in the park.

"I ain't givin' you shit clown. Go fuck yourself, now get outta my warehouse." The head mobster started to walk away but felt a something hard touch his temple.

"I don't think you understand Milano. You will give me the million dollars whether you want to or not." Joker held a gun to Milano's head. His fellow mobsters pulled out there guns and drew them onto Joker, who didn't even pass a glance towards them.

Harley was wide eyed and ready to scream but she remembered Jokers words and concealed it.

"Tell them to put down there weapons Peter, and I won't hurt you."

Milano was sweating, "Do what he said!"

They all set there weapons on the table.

"Now, where is my million dollars? I think you forget that you actually owe me that money Milano. Remember I took the fall for that heist?"

"Yea, yea sure! Bobby get the clown his money!"

Bobby flew across the warehouse to receive the money meanwhile Joker created conversation.

"So how have you been? I haven't seen you in for…wow has it been a year already? Oh! Let me introduce you to my girl. Harley? Come over here cupcake."

Harley slowly reached the table. She was as nervous as hell.

"Milano Harley, Harley Milano."

"Nice to meet you miss."

"Uh, nice to meet you as well."

"Isn't she gorgeous Peter?"

"Yea a real treat Joker!"

"Don't talk about her like that…a treat do you know how absolutely fowl that sounds?" Joker pressed the gun harder against his temple.

"I'm sorry really I am."

Suddenly and with tremendous speed one of the mobsters that was near Harley jumped up and grabbed her pushing a gun to her temple as well.

"Put Milano down or your girl gets it."

Joker thought it through, he didn't show any sign of worry at all.

"Now that wasn't very smart of you." Joker pulled his other hand out of his pocket and revealed a gun that was aimed at the man holding Harley.

"Look at this!" Joker began to laugh. "I have a gun on two people, and you have a gun on my Harley. Hmm…now I want two million dollars Milano because you see that pretty little face, you're making it cry. I don't like that, no not at all. You should have trained your pathetic mobsters a little more carefully."

Bobby returned with as much cash as he could carry and then presented it to Joker.

"Put the gun down…" He directed his voice to the man with Harley.

The man didn't let up.

"NOW!" Joker's voice was loud and deep. It had made everyone in the warehouse jump including Harley who stood with tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't make a sound though.

Surprisingly the man didn't put down the gun.

"Put the gun down Chuck!" Milano cried out.

"You're starting to piss me off! Get that damn gun off of my girl NOW!"

Harley reached into her pocket for the knife and then pulled it out slowly. She had noticed that all of the mens eyes were either on Joker or Chuck.

Joker saw her pull the knife out and made a distraction for her.

"Milano I am not happy with the way this transaction has been going. It is highly unprofessional, pulling a gun on my sweet Harley. Why, this is her first job with me too she probably won't ever want to do another one with me. That makes me mad Milano, very mad."

Harley prepared herself for the quick turn and stab she was about to perform. She thought about the way her body would have to turn to be able to pierce him quick enough before he shot. She thought about how it would feel to stab a man. Harley didn't look forward to it, but she knew it had to be done. She took a deep breath and then flung her hand up to direct the gun towards another man who she saw was reaching for a gun himself the entire time. Chuck had pulled the trigger which shot the fellow mobster, and Harley stuck the knife deep into his gut.

Joker shot the stabbed man in the chest and then reached out for Harley. He then shot Milano in the leg and took the three bags of money. Joker aimed his gun towards two other mobsters and walked backwards towards the exit. They finally reached the car with more than two million dollars in hand.

Rocko took off once the two were in the car.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Mistah J I'm really sorry!" Harley was crying she couldn't believe what she had done and what she saw.

"Harley, I'm sorry…that was my fault. I'm so proud of you! You're a clever little minx!"

Harley dove into his chest and sobbed.

"I know Harl, it wasn't supposed to happen like that. I don't want to put your life in danger again." Joker held her stroking her cheek. "I know you didn't want to actually do this. You just wanted to make me happy. Harley you did more than that. I'm sorry about what happened, don't worry you won't ever have to do something like this again. I promise cupcake."

Harley pulled away from Joker so she could look up into his face.

"No, that's not why I'm crying."

Joker looked puzzled. "Are you hurt sweetie?"

"No."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I actually enjoyed it. How can I enjoy stabbing someone?"