Joker and Harley ballroom dancing but they both get aroused by each other and start to tease each other and have to leave the room before the ravage each other

It was Saturday night, the Joker had been planning their first date night for her as soon as the side effects of falling in Ace Chemicals had worn off. Harley Quinn was only two weeks old, she hadn't been out of his penthouse at all as they had been pretty busy. In the bedroom. Getting familiar with each others bodies. Harley showing him why he created her, why she was useful to and for him. She would thank him, worship him, live for him and she'd show him why he created her. They had finally left the bed a week ago, when Mr. J had proclaimed that he was going to show her a night on the town.

Then started his work, he was up at nights, scribbling at his desks until the early hours of the morning, leaving their penthouse and coming back only to fall into bed next to her with a smile on his face. Saturday, he finally whispered earlier on Tuesday. Harley was confused at this speaking of the weekend day but she rolled into his arms and kissed him anyway.

On Saturday, his plan was put into motion.

Harley was given strict instruction to wear her new red and black spandex unitard and a smile. So that's what she did. She was just clasping on her jester hat when Mr. J came out of their shared bathroom, Harley swooned at the sight of him. He was wearing his best black tailored suit equipped with white bow tie and a beautiful white carnation over his heart. His hair was gelled back as always, giving her a good look at his face. Harley was blushing mad at him, in his tux he was more handsome than she'd ever seen him before. Mr. J's smile was large as his eyes traveled over her body, they linked arms and set out for their date night.

The date started out in his purple fancy car, Mr. J shot and ran over more people in his excited happiness. Their laughter mixed together in a beautiful symphony as they enjoyed the screams of Gotham. Mr. J's foot planted down on the break when they reached a building she hadn't see before, Harley rubbed her head from the impact of the stopping. She gazed curiously over the structure. Mary Karen's Ballroom Dancing, the large blinking light in the window read. Harley bounced in her seat as Mr. J opened her door.

They shot everyone inside of a ballroom dance class that night. Joker, his smile still so bright, took ahold of her shoulders and walked her to the exact center of the room. He must've already set up an appointment with an electrician as when he flicked the lights off, they all went off except for the one light in the middle of the room. The one Harley was stood under. She was under a spotlight. Her jester hat pig tails creating shadows on the floor. Mr. J disappeared in the darkness as Harley smiled up at the light, amazed at his thoughtfulness. His footsteps couldn't even be heard.

Harley squeaked as an arm suddenly encircled her waist and a hand grabbed her hand. Holding them shoulder length up together elegantly, Mr. J twirled her around. Harley found her feet and placed one hand on his shoulder, smiling up at him. They started to waltz.

Around and around they spun, their chests close together, blue eyes locked only on each other's. Wondering how she got so lucky, she squeezed his hand to make sure he was real. Mr. J's eyes darkened and for half a second they left hers to look at her lips an quickly back up to hers, but she saw it. And suddenly she felt her core grow delightfully warm. His arm left from being curled around her waist, hand that was holding hers rose above her head and Harley pirouetted. The blood of their victims made her spin faster. She let out a giggle as he grasped her back to his chest. Their waltz continued.

Mr. J's smiled stayed, his blue eyes lit up with excitement as they spun around, his hand around her waist never dipped. Harley happiness would never be taken away. Surely they were weightless. She was on air, floating high above the clouds as they danced. Their combined happiness lifting them up as the royals danced for all of Gotham to see.

The romantic dance started to darken when his hand cheekily moved palm down from her waist to her spandex covered bottom. He cupped the round flesh in his hand tightly and she giggled, he winked at her continuing to dance. Harley's smile grew mischievous, when Mr. J let her pirouette again as she spun, she rose her hand to the zipper at her throat and pulled it down. Getting it to below her cleavage when Joker caught her back in his arms again. His blue eyes darkened, eyelashes cast downward as his mouth hung open slightly at the new exposed bare skin.

Quickly, he regained his composure. Eyes returning to her playful ones, a silent dare in her eyes. A challenge in his. The game began. Harley felt herself flush, this date night is about to to get a lot more fun. Changing the position of the hand on her waist, Joker moved it up until it was at the side of her left breast - which was swiftly becoming more exposed the more they spun. His thumb on top of her nipple. Adding just the right amount of pressure to drive her insane again. A silent victory danced in his eyes when he saw how hard she was fighting a lustful moan.

Refusing to let him see how close he was to winning, Harley unclipped her jester hat and flung it off her head and into the darkness. She didn't stop her attack there, however, as she followed with throwing her head back, her platinum blonde hair cascading down her back. Mr. J laughed as if to say is that it? Harley frowned at him, frustrated that her plan didn't work. She didn't frown for long because he twirled her this time until her back was against his chest, one hand on her zipper and the other continued squeezing her breast. Harley couldn't hold back her moan any longer, she threw her head back against his shoulder, her butt going into his crotch. She felt him and moaned louder, he purred in her ear. His tongue coming out to lick the shell of it. Harley was a mess; moaning, shivering, half-undressed. His quick fingers had her zipper all the way down, until it hung awkwardly between her thighs, but she couldn't care about that as his free hand moved to the sensitive area between her legs.

Harley's moans grew louder and louder. Mr. J's purrs were whispering seductively in her ear and her bundle of nerves was about to explode. Somehow her competitive mind came back alive, she moved her hand to the hardness that was pressing into her back. Immediately she palmed the stiffness, rubbing up and down like he liked before he could stop her. She took pleasure as his purring words stop and a sigh escaped his throat. Harley giggled happily at her little victory.

All contact was gone in an instant as Mr. J's hands left her body and pushed her away, in her shock Harley had to focus on her footing, the blood making the floor slippery. She spun around to face him, confusion and anger in her gaze. But he had already grabbed her arm, quickly leading her to the car and back to the penthouse.

The date night was cut short for the best reason.

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