I come to you with tail between legs and the biggest apology I will ever give.

I am terrible I know and I have probably lost some of you forever but I just haven't had the heart to upload recently.

Love has been tricky for me at the moment so I have been taking a break from it.

That being said this is the sappiest, most loved up chapter so far.

Warning: Mature content.

Love

Nessa

xoxox

Chapter 25

Harley watched the Joker from across the long table in their dining room as he explained the plan to the misfit team they had put together. She knew this mission was not difficult for anyone at this table and alone she would be able to achieve the goal, but the Joker was using this as a test. He needed to know that these villains were trust worthy before he let them loose on the bat in his name.

He was going over every detail, every escape route was plotted, every person's involvement was clear. Harley herself didn't really have a lot to do with the mission, much to her distaste, as J said she was much more of a 'getaway driver'. She thought he just didn't trust her to get to involved. Either way she didn't really mind much, she had no use for a diamond and if Bruce turned up with boy wonder then she'd be done for. She had managed to ignore him until now.

There was no questioning Mistah J when he was in this mood, no point fighting a cause that was never going to be won. I guess that's why the others didn't try and take control, most of them just watched with intrigue and nodded along to things they were told. Ivy had her arms crossed and a sour look on her face, Harley knew she was only doing this for her, not for the Joker or for the diamond. She was a real best friend, the bestest friend Harley could've asked for.

The Joker's eyes were alight with new found passion and hope, the hope of finally killing batman, the hope of finally scratching that itch that been annoying him for years. Harley could feel the calm about his aura, the way his eyes sparked with a new kind of madness. This scared her more than anything else? What if after the batman was dead her Joker shortly followed, not seeing any point in living if there was no superhero to corrupt. What if Harley was no longer good enough to keep him satisfied with his life? The Joker had only ever known batman, had only ever known a time of hatred for the caped crusader, and when the bat was gone, what would he be?

She shook these thoughts from her head, determined not to let her bad mood depress the others in the room. They all had a buzz about them, this is what they lived for, causing chaos and stealing things, this is what they were good at. She knew that each of them had a different reason for agreeing to follow the Joker, some being paid, some old friends, and some bribed into the mess with promises of other things. They would all follow him blindly into the madness because that was what he was good at, leading people into insanity and keeping a smile on their face the whole time.

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Once the activities were planned out everyone retreated to their own hide outs to begin the necessary preparations and Harley watched as her clown prince gathered his blue prints away. He looked up at her and smile graced his face that took the breath from her, it was a genuine smile that she had only ever seen a few times before.

"Harley, we could finally do this ya know? We could finally end the batman and get my revenge." The Joker grinned at her and she could see it in him, the same fear she felt before. What were they to do once the bat was dead? Once the dance was over?

"Then we can live evilly ever after Puddin', we can begin a new life without the bat and his squad of brats annoying us all the time. We could finally feel free to cause chaos." She tried to give this whole thing perspective, it was good that they were going to kill Bruce, it was good that she would finally be rid of the guilt of knowing the bats identity and never saying it.

"There will be others Harley, there will always be freaks that try to save the world." He said sternly.

"And there will always be people like us, the ones that are there to keep the freaks busy." She kissed his cheek and he didn't push her away, instead he slid his arm around her waist and guided her to the lounge where they could enjoy each other's company.

"I want to thank you Harls, I ain't getting sappy but you have really proved you're worth the effort this last week." He patted her cheek fondly and then turned on the television, putting all of his attention into whatever was on the screen. She glowed in his compliment and the smile that spread across her lips couldn't be helped. He thought she was useful, he actually needed her. She sat on her side of the couch and just smiled goofily at the screen as her puddin' concentrated on what was being said, something about a charity event that the police commissioner was organizing. The Joker's eyes never strayed from the television but Harley felt the moment his strong arm wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her to his side as he leant back on the couch.

She grinned to herself and snuggled up next to him, enjoying the rare moment of affection that he was allowing them to have. His soft lips pressed against her forehead and his other arm wound itself around her, embracing her in a tight hug. These moments did not happen often for them but when they did it was Joker's reward for Harley doing something extra well, like cooking his steak to perfection, or planning a really good heist.

"Harley, after this is all over, once we finally get rid of the bat the whole town is going to go into chaos, complete and utter madness, I want to take you away for a while. We can go to Dubai like you have always wanted, we can see or the nice cars and I'll let you hotwire whichever one you want." He purred in her ear and her insides turned to mush. It was odd, the Joker running away from any kind of chaos, but she understood. He would need time to mourn in his own way for the death of the batman, he would need sometime to gather his thoughts and prepare for his new life. Harley would happily follow him anywhere to make sure that he was safe whilst going through the transition.

"Sure Puddin', that sounds real nice." She grinned softly and kissed his lips, letting her actions make the promise of forever far better than her words would ever say. She felt the response in him only seconds before she heard the growl emanating from deep inside his chest. In seconds she was flipped onto her back and the Joker was pressed against her, his green hair flopped over his face slightly as he looked down at her.

"Daddy hasn't been giving you enough attention recently has he Princess? Maybe he should give you a service." The joker's grill glittered in the light as he gave her an evil, knowing grin. He could do what he damn well liked to her and she would love it. She loved everything he did to her, all the time. Her only reply was a nod before he dived down to her neck and started peppering sloppy kisses along the skin, grazing his grill softly along from her ear to her collarbone.

Her moan escaped her before she could control it and the answering chuckle was enough for not to care anymore, to just let every little noise come out of her with no worry. His hand slipped into the place she needed him most and as he came into contact with her clit she purred softly in his ear.

"Oh Harley, daddy really hasn't been taking care of you has he? Your so responsive, a little desperate are we?" He moved his hand away for just a second and Harley growled in disapproval, no messing with her now that he had revved her up.

Her hands wondered to his sweats as he pumped his fingers inside her, a moan escaping as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing. Her fingers were shaky and her mind fogged but she knew the end game she needed to get to, so she pushed through the pleasurable haze and wrapped her hand around the most delicate part of her lover.

His grill latched onto her collarbone and she began to stroke and together they raced to their ends far to quickly, but before either could reach the moment they were working towards the Joker pulled away and pulled of the rest of his clothes, then Harley's, meticulous as always. "Now Harley, are ya gonna be a good girl and let daddy have his way with you?" The look in his eye told her she really didn't get a choice but she nodded her head anyway and she felt his body once again press to hers, skin against skin.

The moment their bodies connected was like coming home to Harley, this was what she knew, this was what she needed. To be with her lover in the most human basic way and to enjoy every second.

The joker thrust slowly, taking his time to make sure Harley could feel every inch, so that he could hit all her spots and make her moan for him. Harley moaned and twisted and responded in all the ways she knew how, all the ways that came naturally to her.

"Mmm, Harley you feel so good around daddy." His growl sounded in her ear and she responded with a whimper, unsure her voice could hold out much else.

Not before long she was crying out in ectasy as her nails dug into his back and her voice yelled his name to the ceiling above. Her body convulsed in a way she only ever had with the Joker and she could feel herself slipping into madness even more. Not long after her release the Joker found his and he growled her name in her ear, panting and nipping at her skin until he was satisfied.

They lay there, in the blissful afterglow of love making, his body pressed against hers, both panting. Harley loved these moments, the moments after where everything was calm. No words were needed, they both knew that there was no beating the other in sex, there was no way anyone else would ever make either of them feel any different. She was made for him and he was made for her. They were connected forever by the madness of their minds.

"I love you, Puddin'" Harley whispered softly, kissing the joker on his head.

"I know," He grinned and she knew that was his way of telling her he loved her too, because he had never said it. The Joker didn't love, he had preference, he obsessed over things but never loved. He wasn't built for love, he was built for destruction, and he was built for chaos but never for caring, never for protecting.

Yet she knew he would track her down to the ends of the Earth if he needed to, because she was the ultimate obsession, the definition of chaos. She was his perfect counter part and there was no way he was letting her go.

A/N I apologise again for the lack of content and I hope you are still with me. Please review if you liked ^_^