"Talk dirty to me," Selina whispered, walking around Bruce and rubbing his shoulders as she did, razor tipped gloves catching in his heavy cape. There was quite a collection of heroes around the two of them, and she couldn't help but grin. She leaned down next to Bruce's ear in his cowl and purred.

"Selina," Bruce growled under his breath, jerking his head away from her stiffly. She giggled and grabbed the ear of his cowl, dragging his head back so that she could leave her lipstick on his face with a kiss. Nightwing looked down and hid his giggle behind his hand, and Robin rolled his eyes.

"Are you two done yet?" Steph groaned. Bruce carefully removed Selina's hand, shooting her a look.

Selina wiped her lipstick off of his face carefully, avoiding scratching him with her claws. He turned his head away again.

"Shh," she scolded, turning his chin back so she could get the red off of his cheek. "There. All better, Darling," she purred, leaning down next to his ear again. "Just you wait till your break, big man. I want you on me. Make me scream," she whispered so only he could hear, her claws biting into his chest through the barely visible gaps in body armor.

"That is wildly inappropriate," he muttered forcefully, not turning his head to look at her.

"That's the point, gorgeous," she whispered back.

"What are we even waiting on?" Dick suddenly asked, louder than the quiet hum of conversation in the room around them. Bruce looked up.

"We just need Jason to-" He was cut off as Jason burst into the room.

"Sorry, sorry." He dropped into a seat beside Steph. "What'd I miss?"

"Besides the PDA and lively conversation?" Kate smirked. "Nothing, we were waiting on you."

Selina slipped her arms around Bruce's neck and rested her chin on his head. The whole family was gathered there. Dick smiled at the two of them. She mentally catalogued each face; it had been so long since they were all in the same room, she hadn't seen some of the others in what felt like months.

"Ready to go baby," she smiled, her chin still resting on Bruce's head. He sighed but let her be.

"We may have a problem on our hands."

"Shocker," Jason mutter and ignored the annoyed look Bruce gave him.

"There was another incident with an Infected in the sewers today," he finished.

"In the sewers? What was it, did we miss one at the…" Dick trailed off, watching Bruce.

"No. The Infected we found was a boy and the one who'd turned him. Oswald Cobblepot." He leaned forward, lacing his fingers in front of his chin. "The problem is, I know for a fact Cobblepot was in Arkham during the initial outbreak."

"So you're saying…?" Barbara looked at him curiously, taking her glasses off.

"Somewhere below us, there's a connection to Arkham," Dick crossed his arms.

Harley dropped onto the couch and buried her face into a pillow with a groan. Grappling down from the room Dick and she shared had hurt the worst, but every bounce from the long walk back to Arkham had shot a dull pain through the freshly stitched wound. She didn't want to move.

She glanced up when she heard movement from Joker's office. The sudden panic that she wasn't supposed to see Dick shot through her despite him having told her to go, and she was worried he was going to get upset with her again.

"Puddin?" she called tentatively.

"Don't call me that!" He shouted out at her, and then fell silent again. He opened the door, cocking his head a bit. "What?" he finally asked, walking across the room towards her. It was hot, and his Arkham jumpsuit sleeves were tied around his waist, leaving his arms exposed to cool off, his hair pushed back from his face. Harley likewise had her jacket stuffed under her right side to keep her left side from pressing into the couch cushions. It'd been much too hot to even consider continuing to wear it.

"I thought… I'd just tell you I'm back… since… you know." She pursed her lips self consciously.

"You were with the bat-brat, eh?" He narrowed his eyes a bit, like he was on the verge of commenting, but he instead walked towards the kitchen. "And how did that go?" He called back to her.

"Um, okay." Harley sat up a little. "I got an infection from…" she watched him head toward the kitchen, "a cut," she finished lamely. "So it wasn't really a chipper meeting."

"Uh-huh. And how did he react to said 'cut'?" Joker grinned slowly, bringing her a glass of water and taking a sip of his own.

"He… well… he, uh." She stared down at her water glass. "I don't really know." There had been an awkward tension, but Dick still hadn't said anything about it.

"Shame. How's the weather? As hot in here as it is out there?" He walked to the windows, smirking a bit.

"Sweltering," Harley sighed. She perked up a little as she watched. "So what have you been up to?"

"Conducting experiments," Joker grinned, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at her on the couch, returning to stand by her head.

"Ooo." She beamed. "With Crane? Any progress?" She rolled onto her back as she continued to smile up at him.

"I don't know, I was hoping that Nightwing would tell you." He dropped onto the couch behind her with a laugh, and she dropped her legs over his lap. "So. Any news?"

"Um," Harley chewed her lip, "not really. Let's see. Oh, Robin, Batwoman, and I think Batgirl are all alive." She grinned before she suddenly remembered. "And apparently they're crazier than us over there now cuz Nightwing got attacked by a crazy apocalyptic, zombie cult in the sewers."

"Really?!" Joker chuckled a bit and then sighed. "Kids these days… any other news from the sewers?"

"No…" she trailed off and thought about it in case. "No. Why?"

"Because that's the experiment. We threw about thirty zombies into the sewers to see if we could find a connecting tunnel under Gotham," he giggled. "They'll wreak havoc if they make it through, so it's a win-win."

"There's a way to Gotham?" Harley sat up. "Really? And the Bats don't know about it?" She giggled with him.

"Well maybe. We aren't sure, but we assume Croc had to get around somehow," he shrugged. He seemed… normal at the moment. The usual sadism in his eyes was gone, and he was calm and relaxed, even if his lips were turned up smugly. He admired her praise. Harley grinned wide.

"That'll make raids so much easier!" Plus there'd be a way for her to sneak in. Maybe she could see Ivy or even Selina. Maybe even Dick.

"Of course, but you know you can't go down there," he muttered, standing.

"What?" She started to stand up beside him but sank back onto the couch. "Why?"

"Cuz it's too dangerous, of course," he frowned and took her water glass away.

"But-" She pouted. "No it isn't." She crossed her arms. "It's just a few corpses wandering around."

"Yes it is," Joker insisted. There was an edge to his voice now, but Harley could tell that that definitely wasn't the reason he wanted her to stay out of the sewers.

"Ugh, fine." She fell back against on the couch, ignoring the sharp sting of pain from her stitches. "No one wants me to have any fun."

"I do," he assured her, his face twisted as if this was difficult to say. "Just… not with them." Harley stared up at him. She twisted her head to the side so she was looking at him sideways like she was trying to process what he'd said. Suddenly, she started smiling again.

"Aw!" she cried. "You're jealous!"

"I am not jealous," he snapped, his hands balling into fists. "I'm just… not used to sharing…" Harley giggled and rolled up off the couch. She grabbed the sleeves of his jumpsuit tied around his waist as she stood in front of him.

"I like that you're jealous." She beamed up at him.

"I'm not," he insisted again, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Well I'd be crazy jealous if you were seeing one of the Bats." She grinned at her joke before she paused to think about it. She would be jealous. And probably try and rip their throat out.

"We have to go down there and find the connection," Dick decided. They'd been 'discussing' what to do about the sewers for fifteen minutes now, and it was starting to get later in the morning. With all of them here, there was no one on shifts. "It's the only option. I can lead a party into the sewers-"

"-Not you," Barbara cried. "Damn it, did you miss everything that was just said? You can't go. You're still recovering from your last soiree into the sewers."

"Then who? Answer me that," he snapped right back.

"Dick," Bruce said in a warning tone.

"No one's going to do anything if we can't get out of here," Jason groaned, sinking into his chair.

"Why doesn't whoever's on city patrol just do it?" Steph suggested.

"City patrol is barely covered enough as it is," Cass argued.

"So get guards to cover them." Steph looked nearly as impatient as Jason. They'd argued this into the ground. "There's two people always on patrol. Have one check the sewers, one cover city and any possible sewer-zombie leakage-attacks or whatever, and the police monitor the people better."

"We don't know how difficult any connecting tunnels are going to be to find," Kate added. "Whoever is patrolling the tunnels can map where they've checked."

"They have no way of expecting an attack, and we have no way of knowing how many Infected are down there," Bruce objected. "No one should be alone."

"Come on," Jason groaned. "It's not like they can't just radio up for help."

"And you think that'll come fast enough?"

"So let's send the cops down there," Kate suddenly snapped. "Let's let them get eaten, and then follow the body trail to Arkham." Her scarlet hair was braided over her shoulder and her sharp, dark eyes were narrowed, focused on Bruce. Her tone was sarcastic. Challenging.

"Sending two people to patrol the exact same length of tunnel at the same time is a waste of resources," Barbara spoke up. "Besides, you know everyone at this table can take care of themselves down there, or if things get too bad, defend themselves long enough for backup to get there. You know it's the only option." Bruce leaned his elbows on the table and rubbed his temples.

"She's right, Darling," Selina said quietly, rubbing his shoulders with hesitation. He already seemed ready to snap, she didn't want to push him over the edge. He didn't know what to say.

"I thought the whole point of this was to get this thing sorted out before Arkham noticed," Jason pointed out. "Can't exactly do that sitting here can we?" He was shot several looks to indicate that he was clearly not helping. "The faster we get someone down there patrolling the sooner we know how big of a task it's going to be and can plan accordingly," he defended. Bruce sighed.

"Fine." He sat up straight. "Jason, start mapping the system so we know what we're up against. Keep in constant contact. Selina, you're his backup, but first go give Gordon an update." He looked at Damian. "You and Blackbat are on Arkham?" Damian nodded. "Maybe a few times on your patrol, carefully and briefly check the Uptown sewers to find out if there is any activity up there. Do not take risks, and do not get noticed. Again, keep in constant contact. Comms on and unmuted-" he glanced at Dick- "at all times. Only exception is when you're on break, here in the tower. Do not take risks," he repeated, staring each of them down, "and give constant reports. We need to fix this quickly and quietly."

"I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not!" Joker shouted, running around the couch to get away from Harley as she chased him, giggling. "I'm not jealous!" he cried, stopping and catching her arms. He looked at her seriously, panting a bit. "Hey. I am not jealous," he said seriously, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing breathlessly.

"If ya say so," Harley beamed, stepping closer to him, "but maybe I'll stick around just in case."

"Don't make that face at me," he giggled, and then tried to frown, holding her away. Joker smothered a snort, pushing the hair back that was falling into his eyes. Harley reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it away from his face.

"This is always the face I make. I can't stop making it." Her eyes crinkled as she smiled.

"No no no, you're doing the- the cute face. The 'I think I'm clever Mistah J just watch I'm smart too' face. Then you get all-" he waved his fingers by her face, swallowing hard- "you get all handsy."

"Well you won't, so I have to," she said simply and inched closer to him. "Is that a problem? Should I leave?"

"N-No- cuz then you'll go to him," Joker stuttered, hesitantly allowing her nearer. Harley's hands froze in his hair.

"You told me to go to see him." She stepped back guiltily.

"For- for information," his eyebrows knit and he took a step closer to her. "And for- for this-" he waved his fluttering hands again, swallowing hard. "The handsy stuff. I didn't think…" Joker touched her face, his eyes shining.

"Didn't think what?" Her hands hesitated at her sides. He was acting off. He almost seemed… gentle.

"I didn't think you'd- f-fall in l-love," he stumbled over the words, and then touched his lips like he wasn't sure how those words would taste until they were in the air. Joker laughed, but it wasn't cruel. It was just as hesitant as his words. "That sounded insane out loud." Harley swallowed hard.

"It is insane." She knew Dick loved her, but she knew she'd always come back to Joker. She and Dick couldn't last. It was impossible. "You know it's you," she murmured. He fixed light eyes on her, looking almost mesmerized. He took a deep breath and leaned his head back, looking down his nose at her with a smile.

"I know," he said coolly, but his voice shook a bit and he cleared his throat. Harley stepped closer to him again, tilting her head up toward him.

"Are you feeling okay?" She didn't think she'd ever heard him sound uncertain before.

"I'm fine," he breathed, not stepping back from her as he looked down at her, his lips parted a bit. He still looked unsettled, but he didn't move.

"Are ya sure?" She brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear. "You're just so… I dunno… calm."

"I'm calm," he repeated her, running a hand over the back of her neck, glancing down at her lips. He smiled slowly. "I'm fine." Harley tried not to squirm under his stare. He was always moving or working or laughing. Now he was still and she wasn't used to him just looking at her this long.

"Okay." She gave him a big smile. Joker grinned back, his thumb trailing along her hairline.

"Show me," he breathed, his eyes regaining some of their fire as he looked down at her.

"Show you what?" Her brow furrowed and her eyes glanced between his.

"Show me how to kiss you," Joker grinned, still holding her gaze. Harley beamed. She stood up on tiptoe, leaning her body toward his.

"Puddin," she give him a sly smile, "you already know how ta do that."

"No. Show me how you want me to kiss you," he breathed, his lips brushing hers.

"I…" She stared at his lips. "I don't care," she breathed. "I just want you ta kiss me."

"But you do care. That's why you leave me. That's why you go to him," Joker glanced over her shoulder, and then carefully pulled her pigtail out, his eyes locking with hers again as he grinned. His hand twisted in her hair gently. "Now tell me," he whispered through his teeth, still smiling. Harley glanced toward his hand in her hair. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She wasn't sure what to feel.

"I… uh," she stammered, breathing hard. "I want…" What did she want? She stared up at him. At his smile. She didn't know."I want you…" her gaze flicked up to meet his, "to want me," she said finally. Joker smiled at her calmly and kissed her slowly, savoring the shock on her lips, the warmth of her touch, before pulling away. He wasn't smiling anymore. His face was pained, his eyes wide and stunned as he stared at her.

"Harley?" he let her go, stepping away from her. He touched his lips again and looked down, his breath catching. Joker laughed. That doesn't prove anything, he chided himself, his ego smiling smugly at him from within. That feeling wasn't anything. He turned away from Harley, laughing and shaking his head again. Something in his stomach twisted when her hand touched his shoulder and he looked back, emerald eyes wild.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Her face was worried; she didn't know what she'd done to make him turn away.

Once more. Just to be sure… He stepped boldly towards her again and grabbed her face, kissing her hard. It felt cold, twisted, like he usually was when he kissed her, but he choked on it, his lips slowly betraying him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and yanked her closer, trying to contradict the uncertainty and warmth in his kiss. Harley gasped, clinging onto his shoulders. She closed her eyes and sank into the kiss, drowning in the sensation of his lips on hers, his arms around her. Somehow Dick popped into her mind, and her eyes fluttered open. She shoved the memory of him into the back of her mind, closing her eyes and holding tighter to Joker. He finally broke off the kiss, gasping.

"What… What did you do?" He stared at her in shock. "My… My chest hurts…" He stepped back from her, running his hands through his hair. Joker smothered a laugh and then looked at his hands, laughing harder.

"Wh-What?" She rebalanced herself in his sudden absence. "I didn't do anything."

Yes she did. "No…" You really have snapped haven't you, Puddin? "Don't call me that…" Joker breathed, staring at her, his eyes narrowed in distrust. He suddenly smiled coolly. "I'm sorry." Joker stepped closer to her. "Where were we?"

"Finally," Dick muttered when Bruce released them all for their shifts. He knew he didn't have time to change his clothes before Supply left, but he still needed to talk to someone. He hurried out of the room and almost ran into Ivy waiting for Jason by the door. He blinked in surprise. "You," he muttered, and then shook his head. "I need to talk to you-" one gloved hand guided her away from the door as he glanced over his shoulder.

"I didn't do anything!" she said defensively.

"What? No, I need your help," he bit his lip, glancing at the door again. "I need some advice. A-About Harley." He turned his attention to her, his eyes hidden behind his mask, but she didn't need to read his face to know that he was tense. It was written all over his body language, and Dick crossed his arms.

"What about?" From his tone, she was certain Harley wasn't dead. At least that was a relief. Before Dick could say anything else Jason walked up. He looked between them in confusion.

"What's going on here?"

"I'm cheating on you," Ivy shrugged.

"Haha," he said drily, glaring at her.

"He wanted some advice on Harley."

Jason gaped at Dick. "And you asked her and not me?"

"It's- it doesn't concern you," Dick muttered.

"Nothing ever concerns you Jay," Steph smirked, walking up beside Dick.

"It's girl problems," Jason objected. "What's he going to do? Ask Damian?" Damian looked curiously at them at his name.

"I actually didn't even ask you," Dick pointed out, his cheeks red.

"Oh look," Selina teased, noticing the group around Dick, "he's blushing." She wrapped her arm through Bruce's as she grinned.

"So what's up?" Jason asked, completely ignoring Dick's frustration with him.

"Nothing, Jason, forget about it," Dick looked down.

"What's nothing?" Barbara came back to see what everyone was up to.

"We don't know. Dick won't tell us." Jason shrugged. Dick's face fell when he saw Barbara.

"Nothing! Its nothing!" He shouted suddenly, raising his hands. "Don't we have jobs to do right now? God," he snapped, walking away as he pressed his comm. "Establishing link; heading to supply now," he mumbled.

"No," Ivy grabbed his arm to stop him before quickly letting go. "Please. You can't just mention her and not tell me."

"Her?" Selina asked before perking up. "Is it Harley? Is she okay?"

"She-" Dick looked at all of them. "She's fine. It's fine. Can I go now?" He glared at Jason and Ivy.

"Why are you so snippy?" Jason accused. Ivy was behind him and still looked concerned, wanting to know about Harley. "I mean we all know you saw her again. Kinda hard to miss over comms."

"She…" Dick sighed, putting his hands on his hips as he looked down. "The Joker… Um… He carved a 'J' into her chest. Like a brand. So I'd see it." He looked up at the ceiling and ignored the eyes on him, his face red. Dick cleared his throat. "And I don't know what to do about that." Ivy's face turned seething and Jason grabbed her arm as she tried to march off, his mouth hanging open.

"He what?" Selina hissed. Damian and Bruce wore almost matching expressions, their mouths hard lines.

"That's just awful," Steph gasped.

"Is that why you thought she was Infected?" Barbara asked quietly.

"What?" Ivy snapped, her eyes murderous. "She's Infected?"

"She's not. She… Somehow avoided that actually. But yes. That is why I thought she was Infected." Dick pursed his lips. "I don't know what to do," he said awkwardly.

"She can't stay there!" Selina cried. "It was always bad but that is crossing a line! Batman, we have to help her!"

Bruce glanced wordlessly at Selina, opening his mouth to speak when Damian cut him off.

"We can't."

"Robin, that's a little harsh," Barbara said hesitantly.

"It is. But there's nothing we can do for her so long as she stays with him of her own free will, and we have enough problems as it is," he said shortly, snapping his fingers for Titus to follow him as he walked back down the hall.

"Bruce that's not fair," Selina whispered, and he looked down.

"But it is correct." He said calmly. Nightwing nodded, hiding the anxiety in his chest. She wasn't helpless, but she was all alone there in Arkham. "We have more to worry about than just her. And our best shot is finding a cure and fixing this."

And hoping she doesn't die in the meantime, Dick thought, his heart pounding in his throat.

"How can you say that?!" Selina cried, stepping away from him.

"Selina…" Bruce sighed.

"I'm going to kill him," Ivy seethed. "Let me go Jason!"

"Ivy," Jason stopped her again.

"Don't 'Ivy' me. If he hurts another hair on her head…"

"Guys," Dick interrupted, spreading his arms. "We really do have patrols to get on. They're right. The world's not gonna save itself."

"Nightwing, you ought to be just as angry as Ivy," Selina crossed her arms. Dick exhaled sharply, and he closed his eyes behind his mask.

"I don't… She's not… What do you want me to say?" he breathed, biting his lip. He cleared his throat. He hated them for making him do this in front of every member of the family. "It's my fault," he looked down, his hands on his hips again. "It's my fault and I shouldn't see her anymore I just… I didn't think it would come to… that." he coughed a bit, crossing his arms insecurely. He was well aware of the eyes on him, the attention to his words hanging in the air. "But I don't want to. And I don't think she does either. So… there." Dick's voice dropped to a whisper near the end of his words, his cheeks burning. His stomach was in knots. Ivy yanked her arm free from Jason and marched up to Dick.

"Keep her safe," she warned. His jaw tightened a bit and he nodded shortly.

"I will. I promise."

Harley grabbed the sleeves tied around Joker's waist again and grinned up at him.

"Where do you want us ta be?"

"Preferably sitting atop a throne made out of the Bat's bones," he pondered, and then grinned at her.

"Still gonna rule Gotham one day?" she asked, trailing one of her hands up his arm.

"One day soon," he purred, still smiling down at her.

"And where does that leave me?" she teased. Her fingers brushed along the back of his neck. Joker smirked.

"Wherever you choose to stand." He leaned in and kissed her fiercely, pulling her against his chest. Harley pulled herself up on her tiptoes and giggled.

"I kinda like where I'm standing now," she murmured against his lips. Joker laughed and suddenly dipped her low to the floor, kissing her again. He hadn't paid this much attention to her in months, and it felt like it could end at any moment. Harley grinned, yanking him down and pulling them both down. She laughed as they rolled across the floor. Joker cackled with her, running a hand up her leg as he kissed her hard.

"Although maybe I prefer this to standing," Harley giggled. Joker grinned and gasped, letting loose a howling laugh. He kissed her again, and then bit her lip. Harley gasped, her mind flashing to Dick's lopsided grin at her body's involuntary reaction to him, her hands clawing at him, goosebumps rising at the skin on her leg where his hand grazed. She swallowed hard and grabbed the front of the Joker's shirt to pull him closer and kiss him hard. He grinned into her kiss, his nails biting into the skin on her leg, pulling her closer. Harley panted for air against his lips. Color crept into her cheeks, and she tried to focus on Joker, on his hands, on his lips. He rolled again and pushed her down to the floor, a hand tangled in her hair. His lips were harsh and at the same time- desperate. He seemed to want this just as much as her. He'd never felt…

Whatever I'm feeling. He laughed into her mouth and kissed her again, running his fingers through her hair.

"We haven't done this in a while," Harley teased. She unwrapped his jumpsuit sleeves from around his waist and used them to pull him against her as she giggled. Joker laughed.

"We've been busy," he muttered. His hands caught her wrists and he pinned her down. Joker looked into her eyes, smiling darkly. His hands trailed up her arm, his lips brushing her neck. She giggled breathlessly, her back arching. She wrapped her legs around his waist to hold him against her. Joker bit her ear, laughing quietly. He pulled her closer and dragged her up by her shirt. Harley ran her hands through his hair and grit her teeth when it made her think of Dick. She ran her hands down his shoulders.

"You've never been this… patient before," she murmured.

"I'm… Trying… To hold back," he grinned. Pulling her up to his lips, he stood and dragged her to her feet suddenly, shoving her against the wall, his lips moving furiously on hers. She giggled.

"You've never held back before." She cupped his face as she kissed him back. Joker grabbed her pigtail and kissed her harder, a hand moving down her waist.

"True," he pondered, and then yanked her top off over her head. Harley sucked in a breath when the movement pulled at her stitches but ignored it. Instead her hands played with his jumpsuit, her lips seeking his. Just out of reach, he laughed, a hand pulling her knee to his hip. His hand wrapped around her pigtail, holding her head still, his lips brushing hers. "What do you say we-"

"-Joker! I have these notes for you and I came to pick up Dent-" Crane called as he stepped off of the elevator. When he looked up, he stopped. Harley was topless, her makeup smeared and one pigtail still in, and the Joker turned his head to glare at Scarecrow over his shoulder. His jumpsuit untied at the waist, his pants slid down his knees. Crane swallowed hard. Oh, this will be a beating later… "I'll just… Leave this on the table," he muttered, backing into the elevator. Harley tried to hide herself behind the Joker. She was still breathing hard and her cheeks turned red as she turned away from Crane. He disappeared down the elevator and Joker pushed his hair back, taking a deep breath.

"Well. That one shot the mood in the face," he grinned, looking at Harley. "He'll pay for that one and I bet he knows it."

"It wasn't his fault," Harley tried to protect him. She reached up and brushed his hair out of his face. "He couldn't know." Joker and her hadn't been together in so long, Crane probably hadn't even considered the possibility. Joker pondered this, frowning slightly before grinning.

"What the hell? You've got me feeling generous, Doll," he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her neck. Harley giggled.

"So he didn't kill the mood?" Her hands trailed up his back.

"You said it yourself. We haven't done this in so long…" He trailed off, grinning against her skin. "I need you, Harley," he suddenly purred in her ear. Her breathing hitched and her hands clawed at his back.

"Please," she breathed.

"Please what?" he asked, biting her ear.

"I need you," she begged, "please."

"Again," he grinned, lifting her up, her legs around his waist, his hips pressing to hers.

"I need you," she gasped. Her hands clung onto his neck. "I need this… you… Please."

"Hmmm… Beg me," he urged again, his lips brushing hers as one hand toyed with her belt.

"Please," she breathed. She clung onto him, her pulse racing.

"Oh alright," he laughed, leaning in to kiss her as he pulled her chest against his, pinning her against the wall with his hips. Joker bit her lip and his hand tightened on her waist. She ran her hands up to cup his face, giggling and gasping for air against his lips before kissing him back fiercely. "Whoa, there's my girl," Joker chuckled against her lips, caught in a kiss again. He dropped her on her feet and pulled her shorts down, dragging her into his office, his lips still busy with hers, and he tore off her clothes as he went, shoving her back so that she fell over the arm on the desk chair and landed against the desk. His laugh rose from his throat when he kissed down her chest, leaving her leaning against the edge of the table. He laughed cruelly again.

"Puddin," her breathing hitched. The desk was cool against her skin and the spot where she slammed into it stung, but she pulled him closer to hold him against her and she tried to rip his clothing off. Joker still laughed, grabbing her wrist and clasping a cuff around it, forcing her back on the desk and cuffing her to the leg with one hand. His hand trailed back down her arm and down her chest, grabbing her hip as he leaned over her and kissed her hungrily. She'd worked his tank top off, his thinly muscled back pale in the darkened office. "Mistah J?" The handcuff rattle against the desk as she tested its limits. Instead she grabbed onto his shoulder with her free hand to hold him against her.

"Yes, Doll?" He grinned against her lips.

"Do you not want me ta play?" she teased. She trailed her free hand along his back but the cuffed hand couldn't reach.

"Hmmm…" He considered this, smiling slowly as he unlocked the cuffs. "Force of habit, I suppose. Go ahead. Wow me." Harley giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist and used it to roll them over. She grinned down at him laying on the desk before she pressed herself against him, her lips trailing along his jaw, her hands creeping down his waist.

"How am I doin?" she murmured against the corner of his mouth.

"Hmmm, decent," he muttered, smiling slowly. The corners of her mouth turned down, but she slowly worked his waistband down.

"You're a hard man to please." She kissed both corners of his smile.

"I think I could surprise you," he laughed, catching her lips in a kiss. Harley giggled.

"Really? Cuz that sounds interesting." Her legs tightened around his waist as she beamed at him. Joker tensed a bit, laughing.

"You'll have to do better than that," he beamed, one hand in her hair pulling it. Harley's lips pouted, inwardly crushed he wasn't pleased.

"Spoilsport," she muttered before grinning. She rolled them over again. "Why don't ya show me what you want?" she teased, trying not to sound forced, and smiled. If she couldn't make him want her, she wanted him to have what he wanted. Joker thought for a moment, smiling darkly. He suddenly shoved her back; slamming her against the wall, biting her neck. His fingers dug into her skin, and he kissed down her chest. He caught her hands and pinned her arms to the wall, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he kissed her, beaming, his hips pressed to hers. Harley tried to gasp at the sudden pain, but his lips cut her off. She leaned into his kiss but her arms went slack against the wall. For the first time, her mind didn't turn to Dick. This was completely different. This was the complete control only Joker asked for. His hands tightened on her wrists and he grinned in satisfaction as she submitted to the force, melting into his kiss.