Harley pulled back her black and red hair in a tight bun. It reminded her of when she worked at Arkham, when she was boring. She pulled a short, curly wig over her two toned hair.
"Almost ready Harl?" she heard Joker ask.
"Almost Mistah J," she called back.
She added a bit more black mascara to her eyelashes. Joker had done her mime make up for Bruce Wayne's party. Her face was of course white, blackened diamond shapes covered her blue eyes, small sections of her lips were painted to match the rosy red circles on her cheeks.
Harley Quinn fluffed her fake hair. She liked the way the shiny platinum hair looked on her, it was much blonder than she was naturally. She decided when she was tired of black and red she'd bleach her hair. The clown girl carefully pinned a little top hat with a veil attached to her mess of curls.
She stepped out of the bathroom, "Okay I'm ready. How do I look," she asked as she twirled a a circle letting her lacy skirt float up.
"Wonderful, as always," Mr. J responded while tucking various knives into his own costume.
After securing his weapons he stood and adjusted his black straight jacket. Joker bent down to see his refection in the TV screen and began smoothing back his green and dirty blond hair before tying it in a small ponytail.
"Ya look handsome," Harley complimented, "In a scary sorta way,"
He smiled and picked up a clown mask lying on the bed. Then Harley and pressed a kiss upon his scarred lips. Mr. J began to kiss back.
Harley Quinn noted his kiss was much gentler then it had ever been. Ecstasy swam over her and her heart fluttered. He does love me,she reassured herself. She felt his free hand curl around her waist through her corset top dress. He pulled her closer to him. Harley let her hands wander up and down the buckles and straps on the straight jacket costume. It was like the kind of kisses in fairy tales, the kind she had secretly dreamt of.... well almost. Slow and sweet, it felt so could. She even held her one foot in the air, the way women always seemed to do in romantic, old movies. And then he pulled away.
"Better get going," he stated before he simply turned and walked away, spinning his mask on his finger.
Harley took a moment to collect her thoughts and fix her makeup which now mingled with some of Joker's own lipstick. She carefully touched up her lips, the taste of Mr. J still lingering on them.
Joker sat in the back of the van, waiting for Harley and his employees. He idly played with one of his many knives. He casually flipped it in and out, much to his driver's dismay. It amused him, watching the henchman in the drivers seat shifting nervously watching the Joker in the rear view mirror.
Eventually he left the knife retracted and began to dig it's blade into the soft leather of the seat before him. After boring a good sized whole in it he decided to get creative. He drew a knife and a bat, which was difficult to draw in the seat's material. Joker scrawled "Joker and Harley" across the seat beside him then surrounded the two names with a big misshapen heart.
He let out a sigh. He wasn't sure what he was doing or what he was thinking back there. Harley had just walked up and kissed him. No permission, no shyness about it and he allowed it. Why? She was not supposed to do that. His attention to Harley Quinn was not to be taken so casually, no it had to be earned.
Joker was somewhat angry with himself for losing control over his pet. He was even angrier that he had enjoyed her kiss. Though he always enjoyed their little sexual adventures this was different. It was a simple, innocent kiss. No biting, no moaning, it was absolutely boring and yet he had a difficult time pulling away. He had no idea why.
Harley finally came and climbed into the backseat with him.
"Puddin' will you dance with me at the party," she entwined her fingers in his and lay her head on his shoulder, "Before Bats comes that is,"
He stared at her, it was happening right now. Harley Quinn had control.
Joker pulled his hand form her grasp and slammed her face into the seat in front of them. It made him feel somewhat better.
Harley gently touched her nose trying not to remove any make-up, "Ow, so I uh I guess that's a no then huh Mistah J,"
Joker, Harley and several henchmen arrived at Bruce Wayne's pent house fashionably late, all of them in costume. Mr. J had went with a creepy mime theme for their costumes.
The group walked into the party without any suspicions from any other guests, since everyone there wore a costume.
Mean while Bruce Wayne stood observing the guests at his party. Occasionally talking to some fellow billionaires with a champagne glass in hand and a blond on his arm.
He looked at her in her skanky angel costume, she was clearly a fake blond. It was obvious she got spray tans and he assumed the rather large breasts peeking out from the top of her white dress were not real either. He pondered for a moment why his Bruce Wayne persona had such bad taste in women. Of course the young lady on his arm was attractive, someone most men would be immediately drawn to. But she was just so artificial, a life size Barbie doll. Besides that she and Bruce had only just met three days ago. They went out once. He scarcely remembered her name, it was hard to keep track of the many women in the billionaire playboys life and he hated that. He hated sleeping with a different women every week, having to flirt, make dates, he despised every moment. Unfortunately however, Bruce Wayne's social life was crucial. It disguised Batman.
He recalled what Rachel had said. He remembered that day, standing on a charred rubble that was Wayne Manor. She caressed his face and looked into his eyes, "This is your mask," she had said. She was right. He noticed it more and more, he was Batman. He thought back to Rachel. Not a day went by when he didn't think of her, all the things he should have said to her. Everything he could have done differently. Now she was gone. It made putting on his Bruce Wayne mask even more difficult when he was grieving behind it.
Never had he expected to lose Rachel. He thought he could keep her safe. She was going to wait for him.
"Brucey, are you listening to me," a voice whined breaking his thoughts.
"What?" he replied to his date.
"I said, you should dance with me," her tone was now aggravated from being ignored.
"Alright then," he took her hand.
"No," the blond pulled it away, "Maybe I feel like dancing with my friends now,"
With that she turned with her nose in the air and walked towards a group of equally scandalously clad angels.
Bruce didn't care that Barbie was walking away. It wasn't as if she meant anything to him, not like Rachel did. He wished his mind would stop constantly wandering back to her. But how could he ever forget her. He mentally kicked himself for trying to make her the focal point of his thoughts again and scanned the room. He supposed that if any paparazzi or gossip columnists had made there way into the masquerade party he should not be seen alone.
Another blond in the middle of the room caught his eye. Only instead of long, flowing extensions her hair was short and curly. Cut up to her ear accentuating her dainty neck. Her costume was different form the other women in the room. Instead of some naughty version of something usually innocent she was simply a mime. Her dress had somewhat of a Victorian look to it. With the exception of the wide, ruffled skirt ending slightly above her knees revealing striped tights.
He decided to make his way over to the mime girl.
"Would you like to dance," he asked as he approached her.
Harley pointed to herself to be sure it was her that Bruce Wayne was asking.
"Of course you," he replied as charmingly as possible.
"Oh well," she nervously laughed, "Actually my date is..." she looked around, Joker was no where to be seen.
"I'm sure he won't mind," Bruce took her hand.
"Uuuh I really don't think-" Harley tried to protest before the billionaire cut her off.
"And your name is?"
She drew a blank as he led her to the dance floor. She knew she could not say Harleen Quinzel, the doctor who recently went missing.
"My first name iiss uh K-Katherine," she croaked trying to think quickly (though failing at it).
"Well, Katherine, I assume you know who I am," he continued to hold her gloved hand.
"Why yes," she tried to speak properly, like Dr, Quinzel.
Bruce wrapped his arm around her waist and began swaying her to the sound of stringed instruments playing in the room, "So is your uh date wealthy or do you work?" he asked as if this "date" of her's had not existed.
"I work," was Harley's short reply.
"Ah, what do you do?" Bruce was somewhat satisfied this "Katherine" wasn't some guy's arm candy.
"I am a... doctor,"
"Really," he admired that she was making something of herself, "That's great. You probably know alot about the cause then,"
"Um what?" Harley Quinn asked confused.
"The reason I'm holding this fundraiser..."
"Oh, oh yes. The cause," she didn't respond past that.
"So what do you think of it Katherine. I'm sure you know more about these kids than I do,"
"Kids? Oh you misunderstood me, when I said doctor I meant an animal doctor. A vet," she laughed nervously again.
Joker pulled back his mask for a moment to chug a glass of champagne. He wiped it off his mouth, it was the scars. They made it difficult to perform normal mouth functions. He quickly drank another glass before anyone noticed the scars and face paint that lie beneath his clown mask.
He looked around the room. Harley was no where in sight. He lost her almost as soon as they arrived. She was probably frantic right now, searching through the crowds of guests. She deserved to be ignored for a little bit, what with her bad behavior so far today. Besides that, the clown needed some Harley-free time to think about his next move. Of course he had absolutely no plan. It was more like a concept, he new at some point he would ditch the clown mask causing chaos and panic through out the room. Then he would maybe hold a few people at knife point, tell some disturbing stories and if Batman wasn't there by that time he wasn't sure what he would do. But knowing Bats, he would not be able to stand those poor, "innocent" people being threatened by the clown. He'd be there.
Joker noticed a dark haired women standing near him. She was wearing a Can Can girl costume, she looked at him up and down, "What are you," she said in a snobbish tone referring to his costume.
"I'm a homicidal clown," he replied.
"Ew," she walked off.
Joker was beginning to laugh, that's when he saw Harley. He caught a quick glimpse of her on the dance floor with none other than Bruce Wayne. Now would be the perfect time to remove his mask. After all he had made sure a hand gun was strapped to his Harley's thigh. That way she could hold the billionaire at gun point once his disguise was gone.
"So about this date of your's," Bruce continued to make conversation, "Where do you think he ran off to,"
"I'm really here with a date you know," Harley said.
"I never said you weren't," he laughed.
"You implied it and you know it,"
"Yes I'm guilty of that," he began, "So what's this lucky guy's name anyway,"
"The Joker!" a female voice shrieked on the other side of the room.
Sorry if the Bruce Wayne thinking about Rachel scene sucked (plays Bruce a sad song on the world's smallest violin). I don't think I'm really great at writing lovey stuff. Homicidal maniacs? Yes. Fluff? No. But I felt it was needed, especially since we've not yet been in Bruce's head. Which is definentlyneeded, he's a pretty fascinating character in my opinion. Not as intriguing as the Joker but almost.
The thing about Bruce is that he's such a player but I think deep down he doesn't really like that life. Basically because he's Batman. The whole theme of the Batman series (movies, comics, cartoons) is about people becoming "who they really are". Bruce Wayne is really Batman and I don't think Batman enjoys Bruce's life very much.
I had Harley say her name was Katherine because I picture my Harley Quinn as Katherine Heigl. I think she'd be a good Dr. Quinzel as well as Harley Quinn and to me that's really important to be able to fit into both versions of the character. Plus she's got a huge smile.
So that's all, Happy Friday the 13th everybody!