Chapter XI: Snake's poison brings out a love oath.
Even in the office of Double S; Joker had a grim look on the daredevil and bold young man who had dared to raise his anger to the highest level that night; the snake had done nothing but laugh at him, want to snatch his empire in his absence, insult his queen, show no sign of respect, on the contrary; seemed to have greatly enjoyed everything that had happened, provoking the Joker's resounding hatred, for Silver Snake to the last second in which poisonous voice spoke, not once did Joker hear him beg for his life or plead with him for mercy...adding to the anger of the joker. Something was very true, Double S had intentionally pressed the switch that unleashed all the evil and cruelty of the Joker, leaving it to see that he had a plan in hand that J would soon discover...
Joker watched Silver Snake's ex-men, who were now working for him, subjected him to a wounded and bloody state to be carried to his place of death under his orders; for all the reasons mentioned above. Joker intended to revenge all his anger in the few hours of life that the snake had left. However, even though J's mind was almost completely concentrated on the thousands of ways he would pay Double S for his audacity, Johnny's words interrupted his malevolent thoughts. According to his right hand, Double S was supposedly a "rookie in the world of crime" Johnny had clearly said that he was a newcomer to the City of Crime for excellence and that he had planned to take control of the important arms business...something didn't square in J's agile and quick mind; a new boy in the city would not act in such a crazy way and immediately decided to choose to stay in the snake's office to find out among his things, who he really was, what other plans he might have had in his hands or which he had already executed To be respected in the streets...He enjoyed killing, torturing and making suffer those who dared to stand in his way, but he enjoyed much more that macabre pleasure if he knew exactly who would take his life in the worst possible way...
The new Joker lackeys came out of the office, dragging an injured Double S, who left a long trail of red blood all the way down the hall. Suddenly, before they all reached the staircase to go down to the first floor, they noticed that their current boss was not following them and talked among themselves.
"The boss does not follow us, go and ask him if we should wait or continue without him," one of the suit men said to another of them.
"You go Derriks, I don't plan to die tonight!"He said, lowering his voice so Joker would not listen"Don't play, idiot! You were still in control after Acker! If you have balls..."
The others nodded, laughing at the voice of Bolton, who was the youngest of them all. Then, with his manhood at stake, Derriks approached to enter the office again.
"Boss..you will come with us...or...?"He asked hesitantly after opening the door, approaching J, who kept a thoughtful look on his shoes stained by the blood of Double S that had spit on him. He grunted furiously, turning his neck as he was interrupted in his thoughts and spoke with a hoarse, angry voice.
"Continue without me..."He lifted the empty space where his eyebrows should be looking away bitterly"I have some business to attend..."
Derriks turned after listening to the fearsome voice of his boss, to leave him alone as he required. However he remembered for his bad luck that none of his teammates had the key to enter the J club and was not sure if it would be a good idea to force the entrance, after all, many knew that "The Harlequin Diamond" was the favorite club of the Joker, to which he paid more attention and was forced to interrupt again putting his life at risk.
"Boss...what should we do...?"Derriks was about to ask, what should they do to enter his club, but he couldn't continue.
"Do you want me to explain to you with apples?"Joker opened his big, threatening eyes and immediately pressed his weapon to Derriks' neck"listen to me...you'll do this..."Joker shouted in front of his face"YOU'LL TAKE THE DAMN DOUBLE S TO THE CLUB...THAT...CONVENIENTLY! It is three blocks from here...you take a beautiful match or the shit you find, you tie it with feet and hands and if you have time... you put it in an adorable gift paper for me..."
Derriks spoke in spite of being completely scared
"I...boss...I mean...what we should do to get into your club...you...don't gave us keys."
Joker with his exalted breath answered
"You have a fucking weapon, don't you?"Derriks nodded"Oh...if you've never used it...I'll tell you what to do..."Joker sketched a wicked grin and pulled the pistol from his neck, shooting a millimeter from Derriks's cheek; this instantly closed his eyes by the loud sound and terror of dying"you see...you give some shots to the lock...and this will open...FOR ART OF MAGIC! He cried in his ear "NOW GO!"
Derriks obeyed in a hurry, and Joker rattled his neck as he headed for the modern computer to one end of the Double S desk; While it was on, J opened all the drawers quickly browsing some documents, the same did with those on the desk, but none of them was really important, they did not agree with any kind of turbid business, indeed, they seemed to be alone Filling papers. When J reached the pile of blank leaves, he grunted furiously, throwing them into the air as all of these scattered all over the floor. Joker ran a hand through his hair; the computer asked for a key...and this could not be Silver Snake...or could it? J typed and that was the stupid key...everything was getting more strange and annoying. Then he registered the series of many folders that showed the screen and growled with indignation throwing the computer to the ground with a sudden movement of his arm assuring that the screen will break; all folders were absolutely empty...
Nothing, there was nothing to indicate who Silver Snake was, there were no plans for future attacks, or some he had made before. He then easily deduced that everything had been set up intentionally for him, as if Silver Snake had been waiting for him...he unbuttoned the sleeves of his black shirt and began to roll over his forearm almost to the height of his elbow, continued with the other leaving uncovered his other two tattoos; the big psychotic smile and his mad laughs in black ink. He wanted to make sure the snake knew the joy that would cause him to see him twist in pain falling into the game he had started...Silver Snake did not seem to know that "JOKER" always wins when it comes to games...
In "Diamond Harlequin" club...
"But ... what ...?" Bolton asked.
"SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Derriks shouted desperately.
"LET'S MOVE ON! Let's get out here before he arrives or be sure we'll end up like them!" Said the third man, but quickly a chill ran down the back of the three as they felt the Joker's footsteps approach them from behind.
"Where's the snake?"Joker chirped, waving his arms and none of the three dared to give him an answer. Then Joker frowned, hurrying up to them, who blocked their eyes with their bodies and ran them roughly to the side passing through. A little more ahead of all, they were lying on the floor three of the former men of Double S.
The other three men in suits still standing without saying a word as J stepped toward the bodies on the floor and kicked one of them, who; like the others...there was no bullet wound or trace of blood on the floor, they were just stiff and without signs of life.
"I'm...waiting for an explanation..."Joker walked around the bodies.
"Boss...we arrived and found them as you see"Derriks said, looking at the floor.
"I'm still waiting..."Joker moved his hands with his eyes on the dead below him"Someone tell me...where were you when Double S..."Joker looked up at them"escaped with two shots on his shoulders and a cut in your face-
"We...we were in the bathroom..."Bolton started back with his companions.
"Ha Ha Ha Ha..."Joker showed his tattooed smile "the girls lined up for the bathroom while the snake escaped!" Joker approached them glaring with them"Are you kidding with me?"
"No, boss...It's the truth! We trusted...we didn't think he could escape being wounded..."Bolton said" besides him..."He was about to continue when he felt a nudge from Derriks at his side, who clenched his fists.
Joker looked at him furiously making it obvious that he had noticed the elbow and Bolton swallowed saliva pointing to the wall to his right several meters more to the side of the bar. Joker turned and took several steps until he reached the wall that was written in large letters with Double S blood: "Message to the clown", under the wall, thrown on the floor was a paper folded in two. J picked it up and read it wrinkling the paper with his hands.
"Congratulations, you've followed the whole plan!
The mystery of the serpent will solve
Paying your debt with your only weakness
And between tears of blood you will drown
Watching your harlequin bleed
You bet, that the poison of the snake
Will reach you..."
Joker broke the paper in four, gritting his teeth and dropping it to the floor. The anger that was making him felt in his face emphasized more the black around his furious eyes. An overwhelming sense of hate roared inside him, and the veins in his forearms were noticeable; when suddenly in the silence of the club heard the cautious steps of men turning with their backs to him to leave his club.
"What's the hurry?"
J drew his weapon and fired at the back of two of the men, killing them instantly. While the one in the middle, who was Derriks shot him in the back leaving him alive on the floor and kept his custom weapon in brilliant gold. Then J went behind the long bar where the drinks were served all night when his club opened and took from a drawer underneath this a black rifle that belonged to one of the men who worked for him and walked until approaching Derriks on the floor with blood around him.
"Can you see this?"Joker slid his hand down the length of the rifle while Derriks with his bowed neck watched him from below"this baby...is a Beretta ARX-160" Joker had his eyes open with a maniacal glitter in them "has a capacity maximum of 700 shots per minute...enough shots for you to have the pleasure of dying in a second...now...this other one..."Joker turned the gun and touched the back of the heavy rifle-has the capacity to cause you much pain...the option...it depends on you..."Joker looked straight into his eyes "I will ask only once...Who is...Double S?
Derriks who was beginning to shed blood from his mouth did not really know the answer; his former boss was always very discreet with all his information and spoke weakly
"I only know...that...he comes from Russia..."
Joker growled angrily and Derriks closed his eyes before he felt the back of the rifle at J's hands repeatedly pounding up and down impacting his skull, taking his life in a truly cruel and painful way. J's patience had reached the limit that night, he was not about to waste time with the useless ex-men of Silver Snake, and he had to rush to find it. J put his fingers on his frown as he dropped the gun and when he was about to leave, he returned to where he had thrown the torn pieces of paper that contained the message of Double S, could be that they gave some clue or key Where to find it. He picked them up and poured himself a glass of the strongest wiskey he found and put the papers on the bar, took some of the bitter liquor watching them for a few seconds...the seconds he realized that in very small letters behind one of the pieces of paper had A message he had not noticed because he was enraged.
Joker squeezed the glass so hard that it broke into his hand, spilling all the alcohol into the inn and quickly left the club. The message said
"A gentleman should not leave so long waiting for his beautiful girl, he might regret it..."
Yes before the lamborghini of J ran fast causing great uproar in the cars of the streets of Gotham, this time was a thousand times worse. Joker drove with his heart in his hand through the noise of the honking and clashing of cars that collided with the imprudence of his step. Two police patrols appeared to go to his pursuit which he saw through the rearview mirror, but this time, not a laugh escaped his always red mouth. His countenance was dark and bitter. J contracted his damaged teeth...If the snake snatched Harley again, rivers of blood would run all over Gotham, destroy every building and house in the city to find it, the fire would adorn the hundreds of corpses that would leave in its path and the Hell would become pleasing to Double S in comparison to what he would do if something happened to his queen...Joker had proved that he could not live without her and would never allow them to be snatched away again from his side.
It was difficult to accept, it took four years and he did so much damage for too long and in the end...in the end everything changed...It was impossible to stop and deny what he felt for Harley, she managed to sneak into the depths of his gloom Heart, knocking down the wall that he had imposed on him and making him love her; despite the hatred he felt for that feeling that enslaved people to give themselves to the loved one...but he had lived in his own skin, true slavery was having to live the absence of his girl, even if that meant that she would release parts of him that he had always repressed with great care trying to don't fall into the trap of love, but it was too late, Harley was part of him.
The snake knew that Harley was his weakness and now realized that he had to give importance to the bastard of Double S ...
In those moments when desperation ran through his veins to get to the mansion as fast as possible to hold her in his arms, he realized how important it was for him to protect her and always would.
Joker didn't count how many times he dialed Harley's number on his cell phone, as well as Johnny's, but neither answered, the miles along the road grew longer before his eyes and the pressure on his chest was killing him. He felt like an idiot for spending so much time looking through the Double S things, he had fallen into his trap, but the game didn't end. J finally saw the fence that surrounded his mansion and the lamborghini entered at an impressive speed. He saw the lights of the mansion on and turned off the engine of the car removing the keys. He put the hand that had the cuts of the broken glass on his left breastbone, specifically in his heart through his half open black shirt above the tattooed laughter, feeling his heart throb in haste as his other hand pressed his gun ready to fire; he cried within the thought of knowing that Harley was well...
He started to get out of the car, turning to his left. Joker breathed again as he watched Harley rocking his feet in the pool water distractedly; then closed her eyes for a few seconds, perhaps knowing that she was safe made her look more beautiful than she already was, but most of all, she valued too much to have that beautiful creature waiting for him alone. He walked quickly to Harley and stopped caring that Double S had played another idiotic joke, did not mind Harley's untimely call that almost cost him a shot in his torso, did not mind almost having twice hit his anxiety She didn't care that he didn't answer her cell phone, which was in the kitchen all the time she was outside...the only thing that mattered to Joker at that moment was to see a smile on his girl's white face.
"Puddin"Harley looked up from the water rising and as she always does, she round him with her arms"you took too long to come for me..."
Without her high heels, she buried her face in J's collarbone and collar and he lifted her the missing centimeters to his lips and kissed her. Harley's lips were cold, while J's were warm from the blood pumped to his chest from all the emotions he had felt that night, but Harley's mouth quickly warmed as he kissed her with that unbridled passion that the Joker always emitted in his kisses. She felt the intensity with which he held her firmly and felt all her love, J's love was different from that of a normal man; it bordered on madness, obsession, and possession...Harley's eyes grew wet remembering all the follies she lived, so many intense moments between life and death; so much pain and love lived for each other.
Joker felt the salty tears of Harley in his mouth; She was a strong and rough girl, but between the strong arms of the joker she became small and fragile and Joker knew, but still did not understand why her emotion, after all she had not yet said a word about Double S, Harley realized that he was ruining it, he was exposing what he felt about what Johnny had told him and tried to separate himself from J to dry his tears, but he did not leave her, he growled, pressing her harder against him, Join their mouths; nothing escaped from the Joker, and he suspected what had happened to Johnny, but just like the other things, he didn't care at the time, just wanted to make Harley feel how much he loved her, because he was not sure if someday he would be able to say it with words.
"I...love you...Puddin..."Harley whispered between his kisses. J stopped kissing her and with his thumbs wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Don't cry any more, Harls...whatever Johnny told you...it doesn't matter now"he said, stroking her cheeks and Harley bit her lip.
"It was not his fault, Puddin...could you...not get mad with him?"
"Believe me..."J raised the empty space of his eyebrows"...Johnny and I have more important things to talk about..."
"Something wrong happen with Double S?"Harley opened her eyes"your hand is bleeding..."
"Ah...true..."J said watching his hand, had ruined the celestial Harley dress "wear your shoes, Harls. Let's go home"
"But you'll tell me what happened to Double S, right?"
"Yes, baby ... but first I'll talk to Johnny, where is he?"
Harley smiled worriedly.
"I left him asleep...you know...he looked very tired" Joker understood then because neither of them answered his cell phone and prepared to enter the mansion while Harley picked up her shoes "PUDDIN...do you love me?"She asked determinedly to the back of him surprising him.
"Why you feel the need to hear that now, Harls?" He asked without turning.
"I don't know...it's just...I'd like to" She said.
Joker turned annoyed to make a deliberate gesture with his hand
"You're going to tell me ... because now you know what happened in your absence ... I have an obligation to tell you what I feel?"
"No...no..."Harley lowered his eyes"...forget it, I'll go to sleep..."she said, moving past him and Joker pulling her by the arm, pulling her toward him, causing his shoes to fall to the asphalt again.
Joker raised Harley's chin with one finger
"What I feel for you is something so strong...and true, it can not be defined by a word as simple as love..."
"Are you saying that what I feel for you is something very...simple?"Harley looked at him in annoyance"when I say I love you Puddin, It's true! I say it so that you know that you are everything for me..."
"I know, I didn't say that..."Joker growled, wagging his neck"well, listen...do you remember your oath?"
"Yes...you mean...?"Joker attached his face to hers and whispered in his ear "it's your turn to ask me..."
"Puddin"Harley whispered, notoriously uncertain, and J instantly parted from her, staring at her in annoyance.
"You dare to...ask me if I love you..."He spoke exaggeratedly as the gestures in his hands made him notice"but you dare not ask me this oath! Are you afraid? Mmm?"
Harley looked away, could not stand the intensity of his eyes, maybe she should never have asked anything, but he had to ask her anyway, she felt it in her heart and she would if her voice trembled with nerves. She turned her gaze back to him.
"Puddin"
"Oh...it seems the girl is going to dare to ask..."Harley took a great breath of air, while J looked at her severely "would you die for me?"
She couldn't help but flinch at her embarrassed face and J raised it quickly.
"Yes"
Harley's heartbeats rose to a thousand an hour and he felt his cheeks burning, though he knew from Joker's own words that this was the simpler question of the two, but J's accurate response gave him enough security to continue with the most difficult question.
"Puddin...would you live...for me?" She closed her eyes at the end of the question and Joker slowly stroked her lips.
"I do, Harley..." He slid his hands to her neck with a light pressure and kissed her hard while she kept her eyes closed"Are you going to ask me again if I love you?"
Harley shook his head, opening his eyes and saw in J's eyes that his answers had been sincere and true. That was more than I could have asked of him; now both shared the oath in which they committed themselves to continue living for one another, even in the worst circumstances in which the life they led could cause them to fall.
Now it was Harley's turn to hold J's jaw with both hands, giving him a soft kiss standing on tiptoe.
"Can I still tell you that I love you?"
"I never said I didn't want to hear it again, say it..."
Harley put her arms around J's shoulders and said against his neck.
"I love you, Puddin...I love you!"
Joker purred caressing the back of his clear hair and kissed his forehead. Then they both walked towards the entrance.
"Mmm if you keep walking barefoot...you'll have a cold"
"What? No! I hate being sick! Is very annoying…"
"Well...go and give yourself a bath, my darling...wait for me in the room. I'll be busy with Frost...I don't want interruptions..."He said once he get inside and looked at her seriously"Did you understood?"
"Oh! And Puddin...don't forget to eat the dinner I cook for you!...also don't say anything to Johnny...and... sorry to have called you a while ago when you were with..."
"Harls..."
"Well...well...I'm coming up"Harley said as she waved her hands.
Joker watched as her girl climbed into her room and went straight to the living room where the snores of her right hand came from.
"FROST!"
Johnny wake up only to see his boss standing in front of him.
"Boss, I...I don't know what minute I fell asleep, I was here with Harley and..."
"Bla bla bla bla...I will omit the part where I find you sleeping, Johnny"said J walking in front of the couch"I want to know who is Double S..."
"Why does J matter? You finished it, did not you? "Johnny asked, sitting back and sitting upright on the couch.
"Frost would have done it ... if the son of a bitch had not escaped with two bullets and a cut on his face ..."
"So the idiot escaped..."
"Oh...and not only that..."Joker ran his two hands through his green hair"the bastard mocked me as much as he could!"J hit the wall and a few drops of blood from the cut in his hand fell on the floor. Then he returned to Frost with hatred in his eyes " he's not any idiot, Frost...he escaped wounded killing three men...also had the opportunity to kill me and he did not...but believe me...that was the worst mistake he could have committed" Joker pulled out his knife and furiously buried it in the new armchair as he spoke "I WILL FIND HIM!...and when I have the kid in my hands I'm going to gut it!, I'm going to skin it! I will fill his skin to use it as a boxing bag! And I'll beat it over and over until there's nothing left to keep hitting!" J grunted furiously with his exalted breathing.
"Sure, J...but...if he had the chance to kill you...Why he didn't do it? Or He was a fucking coward?"
Joker dropped into the chair and spoke
"You see, Johnny...the snake provoked me enough to make me want to kill him slowly, I assume it was part of his plan...he got it and through this"Joker put the pieces of paper on the glass table with a blew on it and continue"hinted that he does not seek my death...it seems...that the snake wants to have a kind of... revenge-
"Revenge?" Johnny asked incredulously arranging the pieces and reading the message they keep "you're right, J, there is no doubt...the guy wants to make you pay for something... "Johnny found it quite strange, because nobody dared to seek revenge If it was the Joker.
"Oh! Should be more specific don't you think that? Ha Ha Ha Ha...there has been as much blood flowing through my hands as the amount of grains of sand that are in the desert!...mmm although that is not the important thing... I'm going to hunt the snake..."He said with a mad look Full of hate.
"You have to do it boss, the son of a bitch has a clear intention to hurt Harley..."Joker growled angrily to Johnny and continued"you can rest easy, the snake will not appear for at least two months, his wounds must heal..."Johnny opened his arms"of course, we'll find him before that happens, we'll take the advantage"
"Well...that's what I want...by the way, tomorrow the club opens...and...I'm also interested in investigating who killed those idiots..."
"Understood, J, I'll see to it that everything is ready for the opening and you'll get the information soon enough," Johnny said quietly, covering his mouth in a yawn.
"Frost...make sure you sleep tonight, tomorrow you'll have to be wide awake"
Johnny nodded, understanding what his boss really meant, and got up from his chair, waking the kitten in his pocket that meowed through the movement, causing J to immediately turn his eyes on him.
"I forgot..."Johnny said putting the kitten in his hand"What do I do with him...?"
"Take it away"
"NOOO! Johnny, you can not take F!" Harley shouted down the stairs in white two-piece satin pajamas, his hair moistened and he snatched the kitten from Johnny "He would stay with me! Did you hear?"She said looking at Johnny.
Joker growled
"I thought I told you I did not want interruptions..."She said, omitting the part where she probably heard part of the conversation behind the door; knowing Harley, it was inevitable he would not.
"And I thought I told you I wouldn't leave F!" Harley stuck out her tongue at the King of Gotham and went up the stairs.
"Harls! I don't want him in the bed!"Joker shouted.
"That's an order? Because it seems very unfair to me!"
"YES IT IS!"
Harley grunted at him upset and entered the room reluctantly making Johnny laugh, who from the door put a hand on the shoulder of his boss
"Hang on to it, J...and sell that wound to me, it looks terrible..."
J raised the frame of his eyes.
"It may be..."Johnny heard him say leaving the mansion a little more spared to drive all the way to his comfortable apartment in the city.
Frost wondered if Harley would actually follow the order of his boss and whether he would try the delicious dinner she prepared. Nothing closer to reality, J's stomach roared with hunger like a lion and after his right hand left in the black van, he approached the kitchen. She could still feel the pleasant scent of homemade food and she sat down at the table with a glass of wine to eat the stew of rice and meat that her girl had prepared for him, completely forgetting the wound in her hand.
In the bedroom...
"Mmmm...Puddin doesn't want you to sleep in bed..."Harley said annoyed lying face down on the bed with the kitten in front of her and swinging her bent feet"I'll have to find a place where you can sleep for now... it has to be a comfortable place or Puddin would kill you if you climb into bed while we sleep..."The kitten meowed with the caresses of his fingers purring when Harley suddenly heard the noise of the kitchen"Shit! I've to hurry up and find something now! Don't move!"She said, getting out of bed and desperately searching in his closet.
Then she saw that from above she had a box of fine new shoes that she hadn't used before; it could serve her at least for that night...she thought and tried to reach them with her arms outstretched as much as he could, but he did not even reach tiptoe. She grumped annoyed and as she continued to try to reach some boxes fell on his head.
One of these boxes contained a heavy photo album that opened on the floor. Harley sat staring at the old photos of her father and her, which the album contained. She was unrecognizable to what she was now, with all those tattoos and her white skin, as well as her acid-discolored hair, but something did not change, in every photo she had the same perfect big smile. Her fingers passed photo by photo recalling good moments; Birthday pictures, photos in the park, in the gym, her graduations from every year, eating a great strawberry ice cream...among others and her father seemed to laugh happily in all the photos...Harley wondered at that time if she would be a good mother...what's more, she wondered if maybe one day she would have a baby with her Puddin...that...Would it be possible? What would he think if that happened? He would hate it? Harley shook her head in denial smiling, she preferred not to think about that for now, not after she had just arrived home and that Joker had confessed his feelings...in his "way" obviously, so she kept the photo album and the other things that had fallen to one side of her inside her closet again, who knows...maybe Harley would find answers to those questions sooner than she imagined.
She took the shoe box that had also fallen and kept the new shoes inside the closet, maybe she would use them tomorrow. Then she checked one of the drawers until she found a long blue silk scarf.
"Perfect!" She said as she slipped the scarf into the shoebox and turned to the bed to realize that the kitten was not in it. Then she heard J's steps down the stairs"Oh...no! I'm fried!"She thought as she quickly closed the drawers in the closet and lay down on the bed beneath the golden sheets overlooking her candlelight just in time when Joker opened the door to the room. Harley swallowed, begging for the kitten to remain hidden somewhere in the spacious room away from J.
Joker walked to the bed and gave his girl a quick glance, before pulling out a white towel and her dark sleeping pants to go into the bathroom to take a shower before bed. As soon as the bathroom door closed, Harley dashed from the bed to the floor and began to look everywhere for the kitten as he listened to the noise of the shower water from J. Inside the elegant glass shower, Joker watched as The blood of his hand was lost along with the water by the silver grid that gave to the sewage of Gotham.
Despite the cold water on his skin, J continued to feel his body warm with anger whenever he thought that the double S's idiot was still alive...he wouldn't stop feeling that heat until he was twisting in his hands asking clemency.
He came out of the shower with a towel around his waist and from the top of the sink in front of the mirror I took a medicine chest with the classic Red Cross in the scepter of this. The soap and water had cleaned his wound by revealing the pieces of glass buried in his hand; with a pair of tweezers removed the glasses and then the alcohol, J came out of the bathroom with a bandage crossed in his right hand and wearing his loose black pants, much like those used in Arkham.
Harley on her knees was desperately searching for the lost kitten when she stopped listening to the noise coming from the shower...
"Where the hell are you?"
She looked at the ceiling worriedly, and as if the little kitten listened to her thoughts, he mewled under the dark wooden furniture that held the ostentatious television in front of the bed. Harley immediately took the box and arranged the kitten inside it by the blue handkerchief and left more to it, on top of her white dresser to one side of all her makeup and perfumes, this being almost the only female in the whole dark room.
"You're staying here tonight, you understood that, F?"She murmured and smiled"good night..."
The kitten seemed to understand the directions of his owner because he got under the handkerchief hiding and at that time Harley almost instinctively felt that J was about to leave the bathroom and as if a ninja ran jumping to the bed and back to place in her in the same second as Joker came out of the bathroom. J sat down on the edge of the bed and from the drawers of his bedside table he took out two of his favorite weapons by placing them on top of it and turned off the light from the lamp. Now the only thing that illuminated the room was the little light that entered through the open window, window that J didn't bother to close; the cool breeze coming into the room was refreshing.
"You're not going to come to my room, Harls?...I know you're not asleep" Joker said, already lying down and half covered by the golden sheets with his tattooed torso uncovered. Harley, who stood with his back to him, was dying of laughter inside. But she kept pretending to be asleep, to which Joker glanced at her with her arm flexed up under her green hair.
"Daddy needs his girl to sleep well..."
"Are you serious?"She whispered without turning.
"As true as my girl's name is Harley Quinn..."Joker turned to her by sliding his hand beneath his satin pajamas caressing his flat belly, purring in his neck and Harley could not help but laugh at the tickling he felt.
"Puddin..."
"Mmm...What's so funny to you, Harley?"
"You still look like a kitten..."she replied, laughing softly as J kissed her neck and then Joker remembered his oath that night, he really lived to hear the sweet laughter of Harley's lips, just as she had sworn she would live for him...then, precipitately part of the message of Double S resonated in his mind
"Between tears of blood you drown,
Seeing your harlequin bleed..."
And he instinctively slipped his hand from Harley's belly, past her breasts to touch her heart and felt it throbbing from her laughter.
"Baby...let's sleep like this tonight..."
"As you wish, Puddin..."Harley replied, although it seemed strange enough, she was always used to sleeping in the stout pectoral of J. But she wouldn't object, feeling the Joker's breath on her back was so pleasant and warm that it would make her sleep well all night. Like J, who fell asleep feeling the heartbeat of Harley under his hand.