Authors' Note: It's rated M for a reason.
"Breathe, Harley." She commanded herself, slamming the door to her apartment. It seemed like every second people were checking up on her, trying to pinch every bit of information out of her as possible. Couldn't they just leave them alone?! Why did they have to know everything they talked about!? He deserved his privacy! Hell, she deserved hers! Her brief case slid across the floor, hitting the wall with a thump. She laid down on her bed and tore her hair out of it's horrible bun. She used to like the bun. Now it was restricting and boring. They had him locked up again. In that God awful cell. All alone. In the cold dark halls of Arkham. How the hell was he supposed to heal in a place like that?! No one could possibly do it. No one at Arkham healed. They only got worse. That's why they had to leave. She and Joker had to get out while they could.
Her heart was pounding as she moved throughout her small apartment like a madwoman. She had three large suitcases, and one medium sized one. It wouldn't take the police long to figure out what had happened. Soon, her favorite clothes, shoes, personal belongings, and other such things were packed away, ready to go at a moment's notice. Next came the more technical part of this. Covering her tracks. She would keep her apartment for now, so that she and Joker could come back here for a bit. Next, she got on her computer and started the tedious process of creating a false bank account. It was hard, but paid off in the end. After transferring all her money to that account, she wrote down the information and wiped her laptop's hard drive. No way was anyone getting any information from her.
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Joker stared at the wall. It was a boring, blank wall. He grimaced. This was boring. There was really no excitement around Arkham other than sessions with his Harlequin. He sighed. There wouldn't be another one of those for three days. He was going crazy with boredom. There was nothing to do but sit in his cell. He couldn't even think of something other than her too. That was annoying. He wanted her so badly it was driving him up the wall. He paused in his thinking. Why wait for her to come to him again? Why not go to her? He examined the room more critically. The guards they had stationed outside his room when he had first returned had been moved to other duties. They had begun to trust him again. How stupid. But, it worked to his advantage. He pressed his fingers to his temples, closing his eyes. He suddenly had his escape plan. He smirked. Harley was driving him up the wall...literally.
She took a bit of time getting herself dressed up for this. There were two main reasons for how long it took. One: She didn't like the idea of Joker seeing her unless she was dolled up. Two: Taking her time calmed her nerves. Finally she was done, dressed in black leggings, a black t-shirt, and black ballet flats. It was sort of cliche. All the thieves in movies wore black. She shrugged, heading to her car, keys in hand. Time to do this!
He couldn't believe how easy it was to escape. It only took a minutes and some patience. The guards were blind imbeciles. He had slipped past them at least four times now; he had even hidden behind a medical cart once. The hospital all looked the same but the maps on the corner of the walls really helped with that small problem. He walked down corridor A4 like a new man. He was so clever and they all underestimated him. Joke's on them.
Harley was tip-toeing through the darkness, not at all as used to this as Joker was. She was fighting to keep her breathing steady. Then she heard footsteps. Time to fight or fly. No way was she leaving her Mister J here! She braced herself, finally glad she did gymnastics when she was in high school.
He turned the corner and almost ran straight into a woman. A blond, gorgeous woman who he was quite familiar with. His eyes bulged at her outfit. "What are you doing?" he whispered quickly. He glanced over his shoulder. Standing in the hall was like sitting down for execution...something he never did. They were going to get caught if they didn't keep moving. His 7th sense was tingling. That was his escape one. It hadn't failed yet.
"What are you doing?" She asked, grabbing his hand at the same time. Without waiting for an answer she kept talking, "I've got my car here and everything. We can drive back to my place. Then once we're ready we can go to where ever it is that you go..." She got quiet as they came closer to a guard. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, excitement running through her veins. Most people would be scared out of their minds, but she couldn't have been having more fun.
He gritted his teeth. He didn't need help escaping. He pulled on her hand. She was going to walk right in front of the guard. He felt like rolling his eyes. She was going to screw everything over. The guard moved to the next corridor over and he pulled her along behind him. He ran quickly. They were getting close to the back entrance and he needed as much time as he could get. It would take him a few minutes to hack the key card system.
Harley remained completely silent. Mister J seemed a little upset. Well, how was she to know he had been escaping the very night she came to get him? Maybe he was just stressed out about escaping and that made him a bit more aggressive than usual. Yes, that made sense.
He let go of her as soon as he got to the keypad. "Don't move, Harley," he grunted bending down to examine the electronic scanner. He pulled off the back and pulled out a few wires. Damn. He hoped the silent alarm hadn't been triggered. Green wire here. Keep the red one out. He pulled a few others continually checking the front of the scanner until he heard the door's lock open. They were almost out. He stood up and grabbed Harley's hand again. He put his back against the door and shoved, "Where are you parked?" He was starting to sweat. This wasn't good.
"Right there." She pointed to the cherry red mustang. Being a doctor had it's perks. Good thing she had been able to park right in the front, what with her parking pass and all. She pulled the keys out of her pocket and handed them to him, pretty sure that he would want to drive.
He didn't take the keys, instead concentrating on the security camera at the front of the building. "Go get the car and pull it around to the back entrance. I'll meet you there," he commanded before turning away. They only had a minute or two left before the alarm would go. He could already hear the ringing in his head.
She didn't ask any questions, getting into the car quickly and doing as she was told. Once she was by the back entrance, the butterflies started to come into her stomach. No more going back to her old life. This was it. It was worth it for love right? For him?
He got in and closed the door. He was just in time because he could hear the alarm bell ringing. "Go, Harley. Go!" he clutched the arms of the seat. He wouldn't be completely happy until they got past the gates. He started laughing. He had done it. Escaped for the second time and this time Batman wasn't going to drag him back. He would be able to kill Batman once and for all. And.. of course succeed in seducing Harley. He couldn't believe she was actually going to break him out after all. Hah.
Her foot slammed into the gas pedal, the engine screaming. The tires squealed as the car rocketed out of Arkham. There weren't any police cars. They were going to make it! She laughed too, honestly feeling as if she could fly. This was the best thing she'd ever done!
He finally stopped when his sides started hurting. "How were you going to break me out of Arkham all by yourself, kitten?" He was quite interested in this answer. She didn't have much experience at helping inmates escape.
"I really didn't have any idea." She sighed, still speeding through Gotham streets. "I probably would have used a few laughing gas bombs and some dynamite. A bit over the top, I guess." The thought made her laugh.
He shook his head grinning. That wouldn't have gone over too well. He cleared his throat, " Well, it was a nice thought." He put his feet on the glove compartment. He was free! Again. Hopefully, this time forever.
Her insides got replaced with butterflies when he said that. He had approved! Hardly anyone had ever approved of her before. She smiled over at him, "Is my place okay for right now?" She still had to get her stuff and the apartment was really close by.
They probably wouldn't suspect her just yet. They would go through the security tapes soon though and the flamboyant, red Mustang would definitely stand out. He nodded, "For now."
Soon, Harley was back in her room, except this time Joker was with her. The adrenaline was still rushing through her, giving her a sort of high. Thoughts of what had happened last time they were in this room together swirled in her mind. She glanced over at her bags. They were all ready to go. Whenever he wanted, she would leave with him, giving up her past life. What did she want that life for, anyway? It was boring and fake. This was real and colorful.
The Joker could have cried with happiness. He was finally here. In a room, away from Arkham, with Harley. A room that had a bed. Yes. It was close to perfect. He stretched. No security cameras or straight jackets. His heart felt light. Now, it was time to hunt. He smiled. He was going to win. He always won. Sometimes it just took longer. He took Harley's tiny hands and looked into her gorgeous sky blue eyes. His face was close to hers, "Thank you." His voice was low and soft. Deadly serious.
She had to blink a couple times as those two words rolled through her. There had never been two words spoken to her that made her feel that way. Her insides were on fire. "You're welcome!" she smiled a giddy little smile. He was so dashing! They were finally alone. No more worrying about being interrupted. All alone.
Let the fun begin! The Joker ginned. She was already his. Melting under his touch. He ran his fingers along her the delicate inside of her wrist. Her skin was smooth and perfect. He kissed her sweetly, his lips lightly pressed against hers. He was going to take this slow. He had some patience buried somewhere.
Harley leaned into his kiss, her body going half-way limp. Her knees were starting to feel like jelly. She knew what was coming up and her heart was racing. Sure she had done it before, but this was different. It felt like the first time again. She was nervous, a little scared, and super excited. Slowly, she moved her hands up to his hair, running her fingers through it.
He kissed her like an expert. He could feel her shudder and his heart pounded. This is what he had wanted for so long. Joker's quick, clever fingers started unbuttoning her clothes, peeling the black away. Her beautiful sweet scent was overwhelming to his senses. He had to be careful though. He wanted to keep her coming back and studies had always shown the first time determined that. He wanted to rip her clothes so badly but he held back. She had no idea how crazy she drove him. "Harlequin. You are so lovely," he said breathing heavily. He kissed her eyebrow and her cute nose.
"Mistah J..." She sighed, helping him slip off his Arkham clothes. Carefully and slowly, she pulled off his shirt, not wanting to ruin the moment. He was going slowly, so she would. Her Puddin was in control and that's the way she liked it. She was smoldering inside and had to let it out somehow, so she settled for tugging on his lower lip with her teeth.
He smiled. He really, really... liked her. The realization was slightly startling. The Joker didn't like anyone. He pulled off her clothes faster now. Stripping her down to her bra and panties. He ran his and down her side tracing the curve of her waist. His hand settled on her hip. She was enthusiastic which was always exciting. His tongue traced her white teeth. She tasted so good. Warm like honey.
Her back arched towards him at his touch, her hips seeking contact. She let her tongue sample the inside of his mouth. It was exotic, something she had never tasted before. She couldn't but a label on it and she liked that. Harley started to pull his pants down, sliding along his body, hands griping the waist band.
He moved his hands up to her shoulders and then placed them on both sides of her neck. She was so breakable like a doll. Her body felt warm against his, her hands pressed between them. He kissed her jawline moving gently to her chin. His heart beat faster in his chest. He was so hot and his clothes were absolutely itching and abrasive on his sensitive skin.
Finally she managed to get his pants off of him. There were articles of clothing strewn all over the floor. She slid her body back up again, just like she had learned a long time ago. Then, arms wrapped around his neck she walked backwards toward her bed, a little smile on her lips.
He shuddered with effort of holding back. He walked willing toward the bed pressing Harley against him. His hands had moved quickly again. One reached behind her and with a flick of the wrist unhooked her bra. His other hand was already at her shoulder pulling the straps down. He pressed his lips to her beautiful collarbone working his way down.
A shuddering breath flew from her lips as his mouth made a path of fire down her skin. Her body shivered in anticipation. She let her hands wander, rubbing the Joker's tense muscles. Even now he was tense. She couldn't blame him. Stress was stored in muscles.
He took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled. He grinned and moved to the other one before pausing. He pushed her back on the bed. He could continue better if she was lying down. Her flat stomach made him sigh with appreciation. She wasn't muscular but she was feminine. Her soft curves was definitely the opposite of the hard lines of his own body.
Harley let out a soft little moan, body lurching on it's own. Instinct was kicking in. She kept kissing his neck, nipping at the skin. Her hands couldn't stop moving. There was so much skin to feel, so much to memorize. His skin was so smooth. If he had any scars, they were healed over perfectly.
He took off her last bit of clothing. He moved down kissing her stomach and pausing to lick her belly button. He could feel her muscles tighten. He moved to her ankles pressing his tongue to the skin and worked his way up her calf. He paused at the sensitive skin underneath her knees but moved to her inside thigh. He was going to make this last as long as possible.
Harley had to clutch the sheets tightly in her hand to keep from screaming. She just wished he would get up to where he needed to be, but then this would go faster and end sooner. Maybe it was better slow.
He hovered right over her. He put a finger gently pushing through the curls covering her most private place. He grinned. His finger moved cleverly pressing her right where she wanted him the most. She was wet. His heart pounded. She wanted him so badly. He rubbed his finger carefully pausing at places when her heard her breathing skip. He leaned down and pressed his tongue to her center.
It was so hard to breath. The spring in her body started to coil. Every time she tried to catch her breath, she fell even further behind. Soon she was gasping for air, breath coming out in airy bursts. His touch was cold fire in her. Her eyes rolled back as she closed them.
He moved just when he thought she was about to explode. He kissed her, sealing their bodies together completely. Ancient, basic instinct took over and his hips moved. He was inside her moving faster. He was past control now. Every thought was gone. He felt the release of tension. Stars burst in front of his eyes. Finally. Finally. Waiting worked out after all.
As the spring within her let all of it's tension go a scream escaped her lips. It wasn't one of agony, but one of complete pleasure. Her muscles all contracted, her body rocking back and forth. Suddenly her body went nearly limp. She was panting, body covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Oh. My. God." The words came out with each exhale.
The Joker rolled over and inhaled trying to calm his racing heart. He felt limp and tired and...cold. He reached over and pulled Harley next to him. His arm fit perfectly on the curve of her hip and around her waist. Her back was snug against his chest. He closed his eyes. Now, this was perfect.
After a few minutes of breathing in and out, her lungs were somewhat back to normal. At least they weren't on fire any more. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, reveling in the moment. Harley turned her head slightly, so that she could look over her shoulder at him.
He felt her move and his arm tightened. "No moving," he mumbled the command. His voice even sounded tired. Her bed was soft much, much better than those old insane asylum beds. Even the truly mad couldn't sleep on beds that bad. Harley was warm. He pressed his nose into her silky hair. She smelled so good. It made him drool just a bit. There was something about her that he hadn't ever sensed before in other people. He just didn't know what it was.
Harley didn't mind the command. She understood that he must be exhausted, so she laid perfectly still, listening to his breaths. Everything was silent except for their breathing. It was such a beautiful thing to listen to. Before long she found her eyes drooping shut, taking her to a deep sleep.