"So what have ya got for me?" Joker flopped down on the henchmen's couch.

Harley assumed her position on his lap, her arms delicately draped around his neck.

Chuckles handed him a piece of notebook paper with the information about Bruce Wayne's party. He shifted uncomfortably hoping he provided enough news on the party. Chuckles knew he had been getting cocky with work. He had got along so well with his boss before he was beginning to forget about his own mortality. And being the Joker's henchmen he was definitely in more danger then the average employee. He didn't want to slip up and lose some very vital body part. He thought of all the macabre things his boss was capable of to keep himself from saying anything to piss Joker off.

"It's on Halloween at eight," the henchman explained, "It's for some charity, I dunno somethin' about kids, oh and it's a masquerade party,"

Joker shook his head, "A masquerade party, could it be any more per-fect?" he sighed, "Could Wayne make it easier for me to crash?"

Harley squealed with excitement, "Oh this is gonna be so much fun Mistah J! What are we goin' as?"

"Dunno, I guess we'll hafta decide. Halloween's in a few days," he bit his lip in concentration, "Hmm, do ya think I'd make a good Batman?"

"You'd be twice as handsome as the real one," Harley giggle and began playing with his tie.

"True, but you could see my scars through the cowl," he realized, "Well I supoose we could continue with our uh, little clown theme. It would be soo obvious and therefore hil-ar-ious when the party goers find out it's me,"

"Ya right Mistah J. That would be funny," Harley Quinn agreed.

Joker was a little annoyed with the clown girl's eagerness to agree with him. On the other hand it was somewhat amusing how he had managed to suck all the free will out of her. That was something to take pride in. He watched her, his little creation. With her two-tone pigtails and her painted lips smiling at him with adoration, it confused the hell out of him.

He was used to conflicting emotions but this was different. Harley's loyalty was fascinating but at the same time he wanted to destroy it. Why should she trust him so much? Had he given her the reason to do so? She was just sitting there. On his lap, touching him and smiling at him without the slightest care in the world. She should be nervous, he thought. At any moment he could pull out one of his many knives and mercilessly cut her to pieces. And he wouldn't regret it either, in fact he would enjoy it. It would feel so good. Excitement came over him at the mental image of Harley Quinn broken and bloody on the floor. Blood lots and lots of blood, all over her. Seeping out of that pretty little mouth of her's. Her eyes wide with fear and pain. Then finally that last bit of life would flicker out of them leaving her dead and cold. Why aren't you afraid damn it,he was beginning to get angrier the longer he thought about it. He glared at her.

"What is it Mistah J?" she said with some confusion but still smiling at him.

His hand twitched longing for a knife. He was so tempted to sink a blade into her smooth flesh and make that smile permanent.

"Mistah J?" she repeated waving a hand in front of his face.

With that Joker grabbed her wrist and slammed her into a lying down position on the couch. He straddled her waist and looked down at her. There it was, fear. Finally a Harley wore a frightened look across her painted face. He watched the look on her face for a moment and wondered what she was thinking. He thought about her disappointment as she was now faced with the reality that she dealing with a mad dog. He was wild and unpredictable, he wanted to make sure she knew that.

He loved everything about her expression right now. Eyes wide her full lips parted slightly as if wanted to say something but afraid to. Just how it should be. The clown thought about his favorite knife in the pocket of his trench coat. He imagined stabbing her with it, over and over again. He thought of the blade shredding her neck and tasting the thick, red blood that would spray out of her.

His mind raced trying to decide what to do, desperately trying not to act on impulse as he generally did. Harley may prove herself useful down the road, if he killed her now he's never know. Besides he wanted to see how much further he could push the former doctor. Though frustrating she was becoming somewhat of a fun hobby for him. Exasperation welled up inside him. He didn't want to wait, he wanted her dead.

Tears began to form in Harley's eyes. Her lips trembled. Joker paused, there was something so irresistible about her fear.

He licked his scared lips and then crashed them into her's. Harley shrieked, surprised by his mouth suddenly cover her own. He forced his tongue past her lips and into her mouth. He ran it roughly along the inside of her cheeks before biting her lip causing a muffled scream from her. Joker heard the apartment door slam assuming Chuckles had decided to leave, but he didn't care. He continued exploring Harley's opened mouth. He could tell that she was beginning to enjoy his rough kisses, she tried repeatedly to embrace him or touch his scars. The fact that her fear was leaving made him angry, he slapped her bare thigh, she let out a muffled cry. Mr. J pushed her hands away before finally adjusting himself on top of her so that his knees pinned down her arms as he gripped her shoulders. He bit her hard on the lip again making her shriek in pain.

Harley began to struggle beneath him, arms beginning to ache. But Joker quickly corrected her by squeezing her arms harder. She was accustomed to Mr. J's usual roughness but every time she began to enjoy him he would bite her or smack her. She didn't understand what her man wanted. She also wondered why he hadn't began removing her clothes like he usually did, at least that is what their make-out sessions often led to. Instead he remained over her painfully kissing her mouth.

She tasted the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth the next time he bit down on her lip. She screamed.

"Shut up," Joker growled hitting her again.

Shortly after that he pulled away and sat up again. Breathing heavily he scowled at her once more and climbed off. Harley stayed laying on the couch until she heard his footsteps fade and the door slam. She sat up feeling a strange mixture of both relief and longing. She was glad he had stopped hurting heard yet she was sad he was gone. In a strange way she wished he was still on top of her. At least he had been kissing her, rough and painful as it may have been. And more than anything in the world Harley Quinn loved Mr. J's full attention.

She rose in search of some tissues for her bleeding lip. After searching though the living room she found nothing and settled for a napkin out of the kitchen. Somewhat of a deja vu feeling came over her as she dabbed the blood off the inside of her bottom lip. She recalled being a slightly similar situation with the Joker in Arkham. But that felt so long ago.

Harley sat back down on the lumpy couch in the middle of the room. She could not figure out what was wrong with Mr. J. Was it something she said? She replayed the conversation in her head, she did nor recall doing anything wrong. Though he had mentioned Batman and his scars. Maybe that's what upset him.

She sighed, "Poor Mistah J,"

Yeah, this is a very short chapter but I really wanted to end with Harley saying "Poor Mistah J". Plus I think it made it's point, I wanted to remind everyone of Joker's unstable mind and how unpredictable he is. I think to many Joker/Harley stories dissolve into a mushy romance as the fanfiction progresses and I so I wanted to make sure that didn't happen to mine.

I think Harley's pain and fear is kind of a turn on for Joker, like in All My Balloons when her lip is bleeding. I like to make him go from being ready to murder her to making out with her, in case you haven't noticed.