The Joker had been in his study for a whole day now, not once getting out. Harley was starting to get worried. These times he would lock himself in his study for hours and hours without taking any breaks. He would go on for days only leaving his study to go to the bathroom and even that was pretty rare. He wouldn't eat, sleep or even talk to her. She didn't like it. Of course, she knew it took complete concentration and time for even a genius like him to come up with mesmerizing schemes but couldn't he at least not hurt himself in the process? Harley knew he hated being interrupted, especially in this mood.

She pondered if she should give it a chance and maybe convince him to take a break as she took ham and pickles out of the fridge to make a sandwich.

She knocked on the door to his study and turned the knob when no response came. She found him crouched over a desk, his back facing the door. The desk was covered in different blueprints and crumpled sheets were scattered all over the floor. The Clown Prince of Crime sat on his chair in the middle with his hands in his hair, pulling at his messed-up curls. His right leg was pulled up against his chest on the chair and his left foot was tapping a restless rhythm on the floor. Harley slowly approached her lovely with the plate of sandwiches in her hand. She put the plate on the table with a clank. That made him acknowledge her presence. He stopped his mumblings but didn't turn his head or gave her any attention. Harley placed both her hands on his shoulders and sensually slid them down his arms. She felt how stiff he was under her touch. He leaned back in his chair finally throwing his head back to look at her face. She gave him a small smile as her eyes met his green ones. He quirked an eyebrow at her which made her smile widen. Seeing her beautiful smile always lit him up inside. He returned her smile with a tired one of his own and let his eyes close. He was exhausted, it had been days maybe even weeks since he got a decent sleep.

Harley lowered her head to his shoulder and pressed her cheek against his. "J, what about a little break?" Any other day he would have shoved her away and told her he didn't need breaks. That you didn't take any breaks if you were plotting against Batman. But right now he was so tired, not even scheming felt amusing. He opened his eyes back and looked into her ice blue eyes. His eyelashes fluttered as she stroked his cheek with the back of her hand.

It was horrible he hated how he would react to the lightest of her touches. Every occasional touch and caress. Normally he would force himself to stay completely still so she wouldn't catch his reactions. But she always did. The smallest twitch of his eyebrows, the slightest pull of his lips… She would know. But he was so tired he couldn't even control a minor twitch.

She moved the hand on his cheek into his hair while she lowered the other one down his chest. She started to play with his disheveled hair. Twisting a lock of his hair around her finger and giggling as it bounced when she released it. He sighed as he let her hands relax him. She lowered her left hand down his ribs, her brows knitted together as she felt how skinny he was under his shirt.

He knew that face, she was worried again. She had to stop worrying so much didn't he teach her better?

"Harl-"

"You should really eat more Mr. J."

"Harley. I'm fine."

He sighed. After a minute of silence, she gave him a quick peck on his cheek and left the room. Joker placed both his feet on the ground and pushed himself away from the desk. He sighed once more and got up with the plate in his hand. He followed the sound of the TV to the living room. Gotham Daily News was open and Harley was sitting cross-legged on the couch with a laptop on her lap. He left the plate on the counter and flopped onto the seat next to her. He leaned over to her side to take a peek at what she was looking at. "Ooo my name is on there!" he poked at his picture on the screen. "Yeah, I found my old session reports on this," she explained. "Aww you just can't get enough of me can you?" He now poked her cheek with the same finger. She scoffed in return and closed the laptop. Leaving it on the couch she turned towards him. As she opened her mouth to say something, her attention was caught by his hair, sticking out in different directions. Her hands found their way into his hair and she started to comb her fingers through it. "What?"

"Nothing." She answered. She gave him a quick kiss and turned back to face the TV. She let her head fall on his shoulder and they slowly fell asleep, watching a footage filled with screams and explosions.

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