"I love you Harleen Francis Quinzel." The room went silent and no it wasn't a random glitch that occurs on Spotify when playing ads, this was a pause of reality. Telling another they love them in the romantic sense at least to me felt like a leap. In the end it didn't work out but that's one of the reasons why I'm writing the tale you're reading. The sheer intimidation from the thought of rejection can easily keep one from expressing their true emotions then lead to regret. However being the recipient of those three little words can also freak the individual out completely. Whether it's the sudden mention or not feeling mutual attraction it can truly be a shit show. For Harley there was a sudden angst to throw him onto the couch and kiss him until his face was covered in her lipstick. Her heart bursting with happiness and overall joy was too immense to contain.
"I love you too Joker." The two felt the others tongue for what felt like hours.
"Ya know sweets, this means you're in love with a clown now."
"Yes, my clown. And a doctor being with a clown couldn't be anymore original."
"Don't worry pooh I'll fancy up something for you to wear when we showcase us to this city and bring them all to their knees in fear."
"Ya got that right puddin." With the window shades open the night sky was illuminated by a half moon revealing the city in light from the darkness. One cannot fall unless the other rises. It's the rare moments when nature achieves an equilibrium, when yin and yang are uniform in the outer space of our surroundings. Calm is now in focus for the present however the future is yet to be decided in the this grim town. Just enjoy the time you have, optimism is still prefered.
"Wanna go to bed sweets?" She smirked from his less than subtle gesture.
"Are you sure that's it sweetie?"
"Not at all doc, a part of me wonders how sturdy your bed frame is?"
"You dirty clown. Well we both know how to test that." Joker offered his arm in a quick stroll to Harley's bedroom. "Ma lady."
"Such a perfect gentleman."
"It's easy when you find the perfect woman. Ou I see the drapes do match the carpet."
7:30 a.m.
Staring at the pearl white ceiling fan he noticed a thin layer of dust the fan blades. Along with a small crack in the ceiling itself. All he could do was look up, Harley pretty much glued on to him there was little wiggle room. He didn't find it annoying or clingy, actually he found it quite cute. It was hard to believe she slept by herself for all these years without even a body pillow. If only these walls could talk you would expect them to reveal interesting facts or secrets. 'Oh she talks to herself while under, There's a vibrator in her dresser next to the nightstand, Or wait she holds you like a bear trapping an elk.' Nevermind he already knew what to expect. But then again she is full of surprises. The window shades deflected most of the light from the sunrise, some still pierced through hitting the white walls. Right now he would be in the shower to wake himself up before making a quick egg and toast.
The room was a bit messy after last night to say the least. The bed itself smells of sweaty sex. He noticed his purple suit draped over the shower rod but somehow the pants were on top of the lampshade as if to block all dust from coming into contact with it. 'Huh where are my boxers?' Turning his head he peaked into the hallway they weren't there, neither the bathroom nor the nightstand. He lifted the blanket slowly to check. 'So there not on me. I'm all natural just as intended. They actually look better on her anyway. Wait is that..' He went to grab the can of whip cream between her luscious legs. In an instant she crossed her legs blocking his advances. 'Eh it doesn't matter much. There appears to some still on your cheeks beautiful.' He traced his index finger on her face. Feeling her perfectly smooth skin he made a flick at the cream on her lovely face. 'Mmmm tasty. That Reddi Whip really doesn't need refrigerated.' Her dimples appeared when feeling his fingers play with her face. Those baby blues arose to see her beloved playing and licking whip cream.
"Good morning love."
"Good morning pudding. How do I taste?"
"Divine." The two kissed before getting ready for another day in life.
"Wanna join me in the shower sweetie?" Looking at her wearing nothing but his checkered boxers he instantly felt the need to grab the whip cream.
"Mind if I bring this?"
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With the clock hitting 8:20 a.m. the two were ready to head out the door. Joker kissed Harleen before heading out the backdoor to the Zenvo.
"I'll call you soon sweets. Have a swell day at work."
"I'll miss you Mistah J. The mundane work will keep me busy. I'm in need of a patient with a lot of flare and enthusiasm. Stories for days and couldn't be summed up in a sentence." He laughed.
"Maybe I should have the bat drop me off in Arkham so we can have some private sessions."
"No, I couldn't help but constantly worry about you in there, no matter how well you know the facility in and out. Also we wouldn't be able to have date nights if you're in Arkham."
"True, the patients don't receive a guest wifi password so Skype is out of the question. Even so how would I be able to enjoy myself without your presence my dear little harlequin? Have a wonderful day." He headed out to the back door.
"I love you puddin." She called out before he left for work.
"I love you too sweets." They both took one more glance at each other before heading their separate ways for work. It was as if to take a mental picture to internally capture the moment before reality sets back into play.