His eyes narrowed a bit and a smile curled his deep red lips, and his hands gripped her hips a bit harder. A soft sigh escaped from the woman at his tighter grip, and the hand on the back of his neck slipped up into his hair.

"You want me, do you?"

"Are you telling me no, Mr. J?"

"Ah, no. I'm not that stupid, Harls."

Grinning up at him, she wrapped both arms around his neck and pulled him down into another kiss. A low growl slipped from his throat as he lifted his hands, pushing her stark white lab coat from her shoulders. Lowering her arms long enough for it to slip from them before they returned to their place around his neck. It wasn't long before his Arkham shirt was off and on the floor somewhere, and her hands were tracing his tattoos.

"You're deceptively muscular J…"

"I've heard that a lot."

Giving a light laugh as he picked her up again, lifting her from the desk and carrying her to the chaise on the other side of the room, it was only a matter of minutes before her shirt and skirt joined his shirt on the floor. Scooting back on the lounge, a light blush colored her cheeks, and he grinned.

"What? Not embarrassed are you?"

"I…maybe a little?"

"WHY? You're hot and you know it…still say you'd be hotter with tattoos."

Rolling her eyes, she traced a finger along the HaHaHa's on his chest before he stepped back and hooked his fingers in her underwear, pulling them down and tossing them over his shoulder with a grin. His grin proved infectious, as one curled her lips as well, and then suddenly, she was completely nude before him. He huffed a bit when she crossed her arms, another blush rising to her cheeks.

"Harley…hiding from me, are you?"

Blinking and looking down at her arms, she laughed a bit before allowing them to fall to her sides. Joker let his eyes wander over her, admitting to himself that she was indeed beautiful. Mentally shaking himself a bit, he came back to himself when he felt her hands grip the waist of his sweat pants. Looking down again, he saw that she had sat up, and was in the process of removing said pants. Once they fell, he easily stepped out of them, chuckling at her expression. Kicking herself for staring, she stood up and met his eyes, the man standing quite a bit taller than her without her heels. Slipping one hand up behind his neck, she pulled and he leaned down to meet her in a more passionate, rough kiss. Backing her up again, she moved to lay down on the chaise behind her, Joker moving to hover above her.

"You do this with all your patients, doc?"

"Hell no. You're special, Mr. J…I love you…"

Freezing for just a second, before remembering that this was his plan all along, the man simply smiled at her. A disarming, gentle smile very unlike his normal personality. Shifting on the lounge, he met her eyes in silent question, to which she nodded. Supporting his weight on his arms, a low, gravely groan escaped him when he finally allowed himself to slip into her. The woman closed her eyes and dug her nails into his shoulders, drawing a hiss when they broke the skin. Joker kept his movements slow and gentle, not wanting to injure her or otherwise put his plan in jeopardy. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a slight mark. A soft moan escaped from her at the bite, and he grinned against her neck.

"Careful, J…don't leave anything that's gonna be there tomorrow."

"Yeah yeah, I know…"

The two of them lost track of time as they moved together, and after what seemed like hours, Harleen felt her release approaching. Reaching up, she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss to muffle the loud moan that escaped her when it hit. Not long after, he growled against her lips and his body tensed. Once he wrangled his muscles back under his control, the sound of the buzzer alerting them to the end of the session jolted both of them a bit.

"Well…that was good timing…"

Sitting up once he moved from atop her, Harleen was handed her clothes by the clown. Looking around for his pants, he laughed when he saw them somehow hooked on one of the wall lights behind him. Pulling them back on, and grabbing his shirt from the floor and turning to face her, he stopped to let his eyes wander over her as she dressed again. Turning to face him, she felt a little grin curl her lips, and once she was fully dressed again, she approached him. Slipping his blue shirt back on himself, he stopped and turned when he felt her hands on his shoulders from behind. As soon as he was facing her, she slipped her arms up around his neck and smiled.

"That was…amazing."

"I agree, Harley. I definitely agree."

Letting his arms snake around her waist, he let her pull him down into one last kiss before he left the office, a smug smile on his lips. Passing by the guard he'd befriended, the pale man simply passed him a small paper and gave him a look. The guard nodded and tucked it into his pocket. Later that night, the man met up with Johnny Frost at a local bar and gave him the note. Unfolding it and taking a drink of his beer, The Joker's right hand smirked at seeing his boss' handwriting.

Johnny,

It won't be long now. If I calculated right, I've gotten in her pants and she's in love with me. I'm going to have her find you soon, and you're going to get me the fuck out of here.

-J

"Thanks for the delivery. Maybe J will give you a spot as a henchman for all your hard work."

Sharing one last drink with Johnny, the guard made his way back to Arkham to sit in the security office. Joker busied himself, as always when he couldn't sleep, thinking up different ways of escaping the Asylum. Obviously Harleen was going to play an integral part in any of his plans, since he had her wrapped around his finger. A few of the plans, that were hastily scrapped, involved the blonde dying. Despite himself, Joker didn't actually want her to end up dead, he had other plans for the feisty doctor within his empire. Months passed, and the pair of them had many similar meetings in her office. Their sessions mostly stopped being about talking about his past, and more about her exploring his body trying to find any hidden tattoos. It was in one of the later sessions, in the stark white room with metal walls, that he put his plan into action. Her expression when he asked her to bring him a machine gun almost made him laugh.

"Uhm, how am I supposed to get a machine gun? And how the hell am I supposed to get it in to you?"

"You'll go see Johnny. He's my right hand man, and my most trusted henchman. Give him this and he'll know who you are."

Sliding something across the table to her, which turned out to be a Joker playing card he'd somehow snagged from the rec room, he gave her a smile. She smiled back and picked up the card, tucking it into her lab coat pocket.

"He'll do the heavy lifting, Harls, all you have to do is get me out of my cell when he gets here."

After a few moments of hesitation, she met his blue-gray eyes and nodded.

"Alright…I'll do what I can."

"When I get out of here…we'll be together. You'll be my Queen."

Standing up, she leaned across the table between them, and when she was sure the guard outside wasn't looking through the window, she kissed him. He growled against her lips and smirked when she pulled back and headed for the door. Once back in his cell, he burst into full-blown laughter, hands folded on his stomach.

"And now…the waiting game ends."

AN: Chapter 5! I hope you guys are enjoying this story! It's going to be CONSIDERABLY shorter than Finally Home, but not to worry, I have another story in the works as well. ALSO! If you guys have any requests for one-shots, please send me a PM and I'll see what I can do!