Just so there's no confusion, there is some italized paragraphs in here. They are Joker reflecting on the previous events of the day. Don't be confused. :D

Harley let her mind wander at what he meant when he said she would get her chance. Working with him was quite dangerous, perhaps that's what he meant. Fighting with the mob, the police and the Batman came with risks. But Harley felt confident in her Mr. J that he would not let anything bad happen to her.

"I bet you've had your share of close calls, huh puddin'?" she said sympathetically, holding his hand.

"You could say that," he nodded.

Harley paused for a moment, "So... what was it like?"

"Depends which near death experience should I tell you about," he clicked his tongue.

She thought for a moment, "I dunno, how 'bout your most recent one,"

He licked his scars, "O-kay," he bit his lip in thought, "That would be with Bats. The night the S. W. A. T. team got a hold of me. I remember Batman and I in one of the best positions we'll probably ever be in," he giggled. "Anyway I was on top of him... at the top of a building and it was about midnight, the ferries were supposed to blow up before twelve o' clock-uh," he rolled his eyes, "Of course they didn't. Sooo I was gonna have to do it myself. I thought that maybe I could fit in a uh, liiit-tle story in for Batsy but that was a mistake. He distracted me and then threw me off the building. Now this experience waaas kinda, well... different from the rest," he quickly licked his mouth, "See, as I was falling head-first towards the street... I wasn't thinking much about death. Sure it uh, crossed my mind that in a matter of seconds I would be splattered on the asphalt but I didn't really care," Joker cocked his head to one side, "Why? Because I thought I had won. Batman was going to break his one rule and kill me. Even if I was going to be dead, for those few moments I was free falling I could feel like I uh, succeeded. I proved that everyone's a hypocrite. Even Gotham's Dark Knight-uh," he explained emphasizing the "t", "And did I ever laugh... but," Mr. J sighed dramatically, "Ob-vious-ly Bats caught me and drug me back up aaaand you basically know how the rest of the story goes,"

Harley nodded, taking the story in, "You said that was different from the rest... how do you usually feel?"

Joker smirked, "Ya know how they always say it's like a tunnel. And you, ya know, uh, go towards the light,"

"Yeah,"

"It's not like that at all," he lowered his voice.

In response the clown-girl simply gave him a quiet nod. She rolled back onto her side and stared forward, her attention shifting to examine the room. It was fairly small, wallpaper peeled of the walls which may have had a few blood stains on them. There were definitely remains of blood on the carpet. A recliner and a coffee table were among the the couch they sat on, all of them old and worn looking.

She ran a finger over the brown, plaid fabric of the couch.

"I don't think I've ever been in the living room ya know," she said noticing she had never sat on the ugly couch as long as she'd lived with Joker, "This couch is a gross color," she wrinkled up her nose.

"Whatdya know, we haven't. I guess we're always in the bed-room," he ran his fingers through her messy hair, "Speeeaking of which, are you uh, feeling bet-ter,"

Harley smiled, "Yeah," she said, despite feeling quite shaky still.

"Do ya wanna break in the uh, gross colored couch?"

She giggled, "Yeah," she sat up.

The two didn't waste any time. Harley immediately climbed on his lap and began kissing him hungrily, her fingers tangled in his messy, chartreuse curls.

Joker was pleased that she had waited, after all it seemed as though she wanted this the entire time by the way she was kissing. It was frantic and rough, he liked that. He liked it almost as much as he liked her submission. Maybe it was what she had seen in the basement, he was glad he asked her to come down with him. That's what he had been hoping to accomplish more than anything with that little performance, fear. And of course he knew such display could only push a sweet, innocent girl like Harley closer to the edge. It was only a matter of time before she fell of completely.

He slid his hands down her body and firmly gripped her bottom beneath her tight shorts. She kissing and licking at his scars before pulling off his vest and loosening his tie. Then she quickly began ripping open the buttons trailing down his shirt.

Truth be told, Joker knew he wanted this to. Just as much as Harley did. He had found her unusually hard to resist today and he was not sure why. He had woken up this morning long before she did and that's when it started. He watched her for a good twenty minutes before questioning himself as to why he was doing that. She wasn't doing anything, he just watched her sleep. It confused him why he was so aroused by it. He considered the possibility that his overwhelming lust was coming from the fact that she was barely clothed. But Harley usually look like that. He had paced around the room, trying not to think about the growing discomfort in his pants and attempting to distract himself from Harley Quinn. It wasn't working. He thought about waking her up but judging by the cuts he'd made, at the time, thick with drying blood, he doubted that would be successful. So he went out to run some "errands".

Joker decided she dominated long enough. He pushed back onto the couch and straddled her, kissing her painted mouth and pushing his tounge inside. Harley didn't seem to mind, she wrapped her legs tightly around him, beginning to involuntarily buck against him.

But what errands does the Joker have that he could not simply send a lackey to do for him. There was nothing he needed to do in reality. He just drove, pissed off, confused with himself and going really, really fast. He mumbled to himself as he sped down the road in the beat up van, music blasting inside. He had no remorse for the cop who pulled him over. Just slammed the officers head into the car, tied him up and shoved him in the backseat. He'd await worse when he got back to the apartment building.

Harley worked at undoing Joker's suspenders, he tugged off her shorts. He ran his hands a up and down her wounded thighs, he loved the way the healing flesh felt. It was so much better than that boring, smooth skin she used to have. Mr. J positioned himself before Harley and pushed one of her legs towards her. Holding it up in the air, the clown girl gasped with pleasure as he licked slowly up her leg.

He drug the unconscious cop into the hideout and dropped him in front of Chuckle's door and slammed on it yelling orders to his henchmen. He had no time to take that K-Oed son of a bitch to the basement, no, he had more important matters to attend to.

The bumpy and stitched flesh felt good beneath his tongue, to good. The Joker hastily undid his pants and pulled them down around his knees. Breathing heavily, Harley ripped off her panties and tossed them behind her giving Joker a lopsided grin. He licked his lips before diving onto her again, thrusting inside. She tossed her head back and screamed, clawing at the back of his shirt that was now half-way off.

Who did that little bitch think she was? First she fucked up at Wayne's party now this? Sure she was not conscious at the moment but she still knew what she was doing. Laying there all bloody, whimpering softly in her sleep with that pouty expression on her face. Damn it. She knew what she was doing. Even in her sleep she was trying to entice him, but what mad him madder was that it had worked. He crashed through the door of the apartment, his rage building the closer he stepped towards the bedroom. He hadn't decided what he was going to do with her yet, he was finding it immpossible to think of what to do with the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. All he knew is it was going to end today. And it would be bloody. He pulled a large hunting knife out of his coat, tightly gripping it he kicked open the bedroom door. There she was Harley Quinn, still asleep, just as he'd left her.

Joker sucked and bit at her neck, leaving some more decoration across her skin. He couldn't help but moan.

The clown stopped in the doorway, once again watching the sleeping girl in bed. The anger subsided, slowly but surely fading away. He dropped the knife, letting it fall to the floor. He stared at her a moment then decided he should patch up those cuts. And that's how she found him. Sewing her up in drag. He didn't know why he chose that over brutally murdering her, he didn't want to think about it. He just told himself it was the fact that he acted on impulse alone and at that second he wanted sex. And sex is always better when the girl's still breathing...

She could barely catch her breath when they finally stopped. Joker sat up and stared at her for a long time. Harley wasn't sure what she should say, unable to read the expression on his painted face. He furrowed his brow in confusion, the corners of his mouth twitching involuntarily as his eyes darted all over her face. Never resting on her own. Then he got up, pulled on his pants and stormed off with out a word.

Harley Quinn just layed there on the hideous couch. A few of her knife wounds had began bleeding again. She felt horrible and weak. It felt like a weight upon her, forbidding her to sit up, much less walk away. Her last actions were probably a mistake, she knew she didn't feel well enough to do that yet. But she couldn't disappoint Mr. J again. Besides she to enjoyed it will it lasted.

Feeling an overwhelming drowsiness come over her she decided to take a nap. She let the images of the living room fade to black as she pondered the look on her clown prince's face before he left. What was he thinking about? Had she done something wrong? It wasn't much time before Harley fell asleep again.

Don't be alarmed, this still isn't going to be a Joker falls in love with a girl, sees he's so wrong and becomes normal, no, no. Just keep reading in a little while it shall make sense.

I really wanted to describe the last Joker scene of TDK somewhere in this fic. I could never pic a favorite but its definitely one of my favs. I love the crazy laughter not only cause I find it oddly sexy but it is really a crucial scene for Mr. J . I think its amazing to watch, even though he was about to die he was happy because he thought he was going to win. I dunno maybe I'm weird but I love that. It really sets the character.

Last but not least I wanted to let everyone know that I posted a Joker/Harley pic on my deviantart page. I guess you could say it is from this fic. Its not any scene in particular but its my version of Harley. And not just in hair and clothes and stuff but in the clear puppydog-like adoration towards her Mr.J . So check it out (you'll wanna full view or download it) here's the link: http:// user-name-here .deviantart .com /art/Joker-and-Harley-115086080 . If you have a deviant account I'd REALLY appreciate your comments, I'd like to know your opinions because it is my first digital pic. Thank YOU!