Sorry for the delay you guys, between coming home from college and looking for a summer job, I haven't be able to write. Hope you like it, see you at the bottom.

Chapter 8

When Harleen got home that night, she thought about everything The Joker had said to her; from his past to him claiming her as his. She was starting to think she bit off more than she could chew. 'Maybe I should let Leland take on his case,' she thought but quickly shook the thought, 'No, he's mine! Wait… No… He's not mine! Shit, what the hell is wrong with me?" She let out a loud frustrated groan and went to her kitchen. She always could clear her head when she cooked. When she finished, she looked over at Greaser's cage and saw he was trying to get out. She reached in his cage and held him up to her face.

"You want some pudding, Greaser?" she asked him. Of course, he just sniffed around her face so she continued. "Here." She gave him a spoon and he immediately chowed down.

"Can you keep a secret?" she asked as she stroked his fur, "I think I'm starting to like clowns."

The next morning Harleen woke up to bouquet of roses. She didn't have to read the card to know they were from The Joker. She couldn't stop herself from smiling a little. She picked up the card and it read: I can be nice to the things that belong to me ;) –Mr. J. P.S. Do everyone a favor and don't be late today.

Harleen looked at her clock and she had plenty of time to get to work. She felt really good today and decided to doll herself up. For herself, of course. Instead of wearing her typical skirt and boring blouse, she wore a blue button up shirt and dark blue jeans that expose all her best curves. She also went without her green hair tie and let her long full hair fall to her shoulders. Lastly, she applied just a little more make up than she usually did. Needless to say, she was going to turn some heads today.

As she walked through the asylum, she felt eyes on her. Some were glares and some were lustful. Both definitely boosted her confidence.

When she got to her office, she started straightening up her desk with her headphones on. She lost track of time and didn't hear her office door open and The Joker and his employee walk in. They walked in to see her bent over her desk with a nice view of her ass. After admiring for a second The Joker looked at the guard who was just as mesmerized as he was and held up his cuffed hands. The guard uncuffed him and The Joker gestured for him to leave. He slowly creeped up on Harleen and grabbed her by her waist making her yelp. She turned around and was surprised to see The Joker in front of her, uncuffed. 'Well, shit,' she thought.

"Good morning, Dr. Quinzel," he purred at her. His hands were on both sides of her so she couldn't escape.

"W-When did you get in here?" she stuttered. The Joker smiled and licked his lips.

"Just in time to see you bent over in them tight jeans of yours. Tell me Dr. Quinzel, did you wear those for Daddy?" Harleen fought hard not to moan at the thought of calling him 'Daddy'.

"You're not my daddy," she said.

"Hmm, you can fight me all you want," he pecked her lips and worked his way to her neck as he spoke, "But you'll be screaming it by the time I'm done with you." He crashed his lips into hers and she didn't fight him. She froze for a second but soon her arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. Her willingness caught The Joker off guard but he wasn't complaining. She tasted like heaven. He had the urge to rip off her jeans and get another taste of her other lips but he decided against it. The next time he is down there, it will be in his bed at his penthouse and he won't stop there. Instead, he just grabbed a handful of her ass and growled into her mouth.

When they pulled away for air, both of them were out of breath and had swollen lips. The Joker was ready to go again until Harleen interrupted him.

"I made you pudding," she said. He stopped just short of her lips.

"What?" he asked, confused. She pushed him away and reached in her bag. She pulled out a Tupperware bowl filled with layered vanilla and chocolate pudding.

"I made this for you," she said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because, I don't know. I made some last night and it was a lot and me and Greaser can't eat it all so, yeah." She pulled two spoons out of her bag and passed him one. The Joker looked at her in confusion. They were just making out a minute ago and now they were eating pudding.

"You're crazy, you know that right?" he asked her. Harleen shrugged.

"Maybe that's why you think I belong to you," she said, licking the pudding off her spoon.

"I don't think, I know and you do too," he said. Harleen shrugged again. The idea didn't scare her as much as it did the day before.

"So, when are you busting out of here?" she asked, nonchalantly.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Yeah, that's why I'm asking dumbass," she said. In an instant, The Joker dropped the spoon and had his hands around her neck.

"Just because I like you doesn't mean I won't break you," he said through his teeth.

"Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me, Daddy," Harleen teased with the little breath she had. Totally stuck, The Joker loosened his grip. "There is seriously something wrong with her," he thought, "Yeah, but it's so sexy." He brought her face to him and peck her on the lips before letting her go.

"I'll be leaving within a week," he said, picking up the spoon and eating again. Harleen rubbed her neck and smiled at him.

"Any particular day so I know not to show up for work?" she asked.

"No, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise," he said.

"Where would you go?"

"Out of town for a bit to handle some business, then I'm coming back," he answered.

"Why come back?" she asked, "You could start fresh somewhere else. Somewhere Batman won't find you and bring you back here."

"It's no fun if Batsy isn't around the corner; besides, I'd come back for you," he said.

"Aw, you're gonna make me blush with all your bullshit, Mistah J," she said, not even trying to hide her accent.

"I'm serious, Harley, I don't like leaving my stuff for very long," he said. Harleen rolled her eyes at him.

"Don't call me Harley, and I'm not a toy," she said. The Joker moved closer to her and pressed his lips against her ear.

"But I was really looking forward to playing with you, Harleeeen," he said seductively.

"Jeez, I'm really starting to like clown," she thought.

So? Did you like it? I was scared about making The Joker a little soft but hey...this is my story. See you guys next time. Smooches.