Harley's POV

After dinner, (7:00) the guards brought in Joker. I kept a blank expression while the guards walked him in and sat him down on my couch. Once they left, I smiled.

"Hello again, Joker."

I said professionally, winking at him. He grinned at me.

"Hello, Dr. Quinzel."

He replied, giving me a wink back.

"How are we gettin' outa here?"

He asked, standing up. I shrugged, letting my hair fall from a loose, curled ponytail. I took out a bobby pin from my blonde tresses. I unlocked Joker's handcuffs and tossed them on the couch. He smiled more now.

"Clever girl."

He whispered, kissing my neck.

"Now what?"

He inquired, still attacking my neck with kisses. I placed a gun in his hands and he looked at me, expectantly.

"You're gonna, hold me "hostage" and say if anyone follows us, you'll kill me."

I told him simply. He looked skeptical.

"Harley, the guards have guns too, as soon as they see me holding you, they'll shoot and ask how I got the gun later."

He said, as if I had over looked that.

"I'm well aware of that. Which explains why my desk is filled with their bullets."

I said, opening the drawers for him to see the countless ammo piled inside. He looked at me in bewilderment.

"H-How did you manage?"

He asked. I grinned.

"Well, I took all of the ammo from the security office, emptied all of the clips and magazines of the guns. It was really simple when I had a distraction to keep them busy."

I said slyly.

"So, get to it, huh?"

I ordered gently, turning my back to him and waiting. He came from behind me and held me tight as he pointed the gun at my head. I opened the door and we walked out into the middle of the buzzing hallway. Most screamed in fear as security jumped in to shoot Joker. They aimed their guns at him and he just laughed.

"Let her go, clown!"

One guard barked. I tried my hardest to look terrified.

"Oh no, is he new here? I guess he doesn't know how these hostage situations go down. See, here's the deal, kiddo. I keep her alive, as long as I'm alive and unharmed as well. I walk out of here, no one follows us, and her smart little brains don't spray all over the place. Got it?"

He snarled at the rookie. The guards all nodded.

"Put the guns down..."

Joker ordered calmly, still smiling. They did as they were told.

"Now, kick them over to the other side of the hall, okay?"

He explained. They complied quickly.

"Wonderful! See how fun things can be when we simply listen to the one holding the gun?"

He said cheerfully as he sauntered over to the exit.

"Remember, no one follows us."

He yelled, almost to the parking lot of the facility. As soon as we were out of sight, he put the gun away and whirled me around to face him. He kissed me passionately as a sign of a job well done.

"You are too amazing sometimes, Harley..."

He breathed. I just smiled at him.

"Now what, we walk?"

He asked. I shook my head.

"No, Mikey can come get us."

I said, getting out my new phone. I unlocked it and started to dial.

"Hey, Mikey. The boss and I are by the train tracks outside of the narrows. Okay, see ya soon!"

I hung up and smiled at Joker while he just looked blown away.

"You really thought all of this through, huh?"

He asked. I began to laugh.

"And you though I was just another dumb blonde bimbo, well the joke's on you. I'm not even a real blonde."

I laughed. Joker busted up in a giggle fit and stroked my hair softly.

"Such a good girl."

He purred, kissing me again. Lights approached in the distance and we waited hand in hand for Mikey to stop. We opened up the Cadillac doors to see the rest of the group.

"Good to have you back, boss."

Sly said, patting Joker on the back. Joker smiled a bit and nodded. He looked across from him to see a new recruit. As I nestled myself under his arm, Joker looked to me for an answer. I shrugged.

"Hey, newbie!"

Joker spat. The kid jumped a bit in surprise and made eye contact with him.

"Yeah, boss?"

He asked, nerves shook his voice.

"What's your name, kid?"

He asked. The boy fumbled with his words as he tried to say his name.

"Noah-"

"No no no, you need a new name. Harley, give him a name."

I glanced at Joker and he nodded with a smile. I stared at the new lackey for a while and thought. His nose was kinda red from what I could tell.

"Your nose always that color?"

I inquired, batting my eyelashes. The boy blushed and scrambled for words again.

"Uh y-yeah, since I was five I think. Not sure why though..."

He replied, looking away for a moment. I smiled.

"Rudolph."

I mumbled sleepily into Joker's chest. The car exploded with bouts of laughter. The rookie just smiled and scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. I happen to like it."

He muttered, smiling at me. I winked at him for defending my decision. Soon, we were back at the warehouse and I was exhausted. Joker sent all of the men back to their homes for a while, saying that we should all lay low for now. Once they were all gone, Joker scooped me up in his arms. I looked at him curiously and he grinned.

"So, bedtime, right?"

I asked, smiling innocently at him. He shook his head.

"I'm sorry darling, looks like I'll be keeping you up a bit longer."

He said as he carried me to our room. I didn't protest as he forcefully removed my clothing and we...had ourselves a victory romp or two.

Hours Later...

Harley's POV

Joker shot up in bed, sweating and breathing heavy, I dared not touch him, having made that mistake numerous times before and learned. I allowed him to calm down first, then spoke.

"Jack..."

I whispered cautiously. His head turned quickly to me and he sighed.

"Didn't mean to wake you, kitten."

He mumbled, rubbing his face.

"No...it's fine...did...you want to talk about it, puddin'?"

I inquired softly. He shook his head.

"No. You know I'm not a talker, Harls. Besides, that's not gonna make it better."

He replied, laying back down.

"It might...couldn't hurt..."

I urged gently. He growled in response.

"I'm still a psychologist so-"

"Harley, don't give me that psychologist bullshit! I heard back in Arkham how you really got your PhD. And that's all you're good at as far as helping that I've seen."

He quipped icily. My jaw dropped in surprise. I had heard the lies too; that I had 'fucked my way to the top.' Hot tears streamed down my face and I raised my hand to slap him but he caught my wrist, squeezing so hard I feared it would break. I didn't speak as he pierced my eyes with his dark gaze. I bit my lip in fear. He backhanded me, causing me to fly off the bed and onto the cold, hard floor. I held back tears of pain and terror as he stood from the bed and towered over me. I backed into the wall quickly and pulled my knees into my chest. He grabbed a messy handful of my hair and yanked me to my feet. I squealed in pain as my scalp began to throb, giving me a headache. I clenched my teeth, chocking back sobs as I opened my eyes.

"Harley girl, don't you EVER try to hit me again."

His fist rammed into my cheekbone, causing me to fall to my knees.

"You get that, little girl?!"

I nodded, not looking at him as I graveled on my hands and knees. He forced his hand against my neck and made me stand again.

"Daddy couldn't here you."

He snarled at me.

"Yes sir!"

I sobbed pathetically. He shoved me into the wall.

"Look at me, Harley!"

He roared loudly, making me wince. I opened my eyes and looked into Joker's cold, almost black eyes.

"Who's in charge here, baby girl?"

He asked calmly.

"Daddy is."

I whimpered, looking at him sadly.

"Gooood girl. Now, why would you try hitting daddy? After all he's done for you?"

He faked hurt in his voice as he pulled me closer. I thought of what to say.

"I-I'm sorry daddy...I-I was just angry. It'll never happen again!"

I was sent back into the floor as Joker shoved me down to the ground, gripping my neck like I was a dog.

"Awww, baby's sorry? Yeah? Of course you are!"

He cooed mockingly. He stood and began to walk out of the room.

"Do both of us a favor and keep your distance from me for a while, so this little outburst doesn't happen again."

He said before disappearing into his study. I brushed the stray hairs in my face out of the way and stood on my weak legs. I used the wall to help me stay up and I walked into the bathroom. My left cheek was a bright red, on my right, the skin had split from the powerful blow it had received. I washed away the blood from my face and dabbed it dry. I put butterfly bandages over the split skin so it could heal and sighed to myself...

'What am I gonna do? What if this turns into a every-day thing? L-Leave? No...I could never leave him again, I have no where to go.'

I looked at the clock on my bedside table. 2:36 AM. I sighed and crawled back into bed. I just stared out the window until I heard the door open to our bedroom. I quickly shut my eyes to fake being asleep and avoid any of Joker's wrath. I felt his weight make the mattress sink by my knees. I opened my eyes and Joker's locked on them. We were both silent for a long time. I sat up, keeping my gaze on him.

"I...I really am sorry about that...I just...so many people have been holding that lie over my head for such a long time...it gets so frustrating and then...when the man I love said he believed it too, I...snapped...I know I have no excuse but I am so sorry. I promise not to do it ever again."

I said quietly. Joker stood up and walked out of the room. I wanted to cry, thinking he didn't care for my apology. A few tears escaped my eyes before Joker returned to our bedroom with a bag of ice. I looked at him curiously as he sat back down on the bed next to me. He put the bag in my hand and held it up to my face. He gave a small, forced smile.

"Were you scared?"

He asked. He wasn't really asking, he just wanted me to agree with him that I was, like everyone else in Gotham. I shook my head.

"No baby, you don't scare me. I was just scared you wouldn't forgive me..."

I answered. His eyes widened, not expecting the answer he had received. Then he smirked.

"That's just like you, Harley. Surprising me in the best of ways."

He said looking at me. I giggled a little. He took the icepack away and caressed my left cheek instead of the right. Regret was the only emotion I could sense when he touched me so carefully. He came closer and kissed my forehead, then my cut, and finally my lips.

"How did I get so lucky?"

He whispered. I smiled.

"I ask myself that same question. Every. Single. Day."

I replied. He smiled back before kissing me again. He pulled away.

"Back to bed, babe."

He ordered with a chuckle and handed me the ice again.

"Only if you're comin' with me."

I quipped. He began to laugh a bit and sighed.

"Alright."

He replied happily. He went over to the other side of the bed and came over to my side, wrapping his arms around me and pulling against his chest.

"I love you."

I told him.

"I know."

He said, as he always did whenever I said such a thing. I didn't mind though.

"You only know because I keep reminding you."

I replied with a grin.

"Shhhhh sleeeeeep."

He growled. I closed my eyes and relaxed. Sleep crept upon us and took over.