A few weeks passed and the Jokette was in another session with Harleen. She was now strapped tight into a straight jacket across the table from her. The Jokette was a mess since no one really cared for her well being, well except for Harleen. The guards that were supposed to give her and her brother food didn't often, they would either just give them a little or none at all. She guessed they were mad about them killing their friends. The Jokette had dark pale bags under her eyes. Harleen looked at her sadly.
"J, what is your favorite food?" Harleen asked randomly.
The Jokette looked around thinking, "Well my dear Harley it has to be cupcakes anything sugary really. Why are you asking?"
Harleen didn't know what to say, she looked down at the paper in front of her blushing. On the paper was covered in different types of scribbles one was The Jokette with a heart neatly drawn and even a J+H in a heart. Harleen had to admit with the small time she has been working with the Jokette she has developed a crush she thought the Jokette was attractive even with the scars marking her face.
"Oh, it's nothing," The Jokette gave her a look. "Really it's nothing."
The Jokette gave up not really in the mood she sighed rolling her head back looking at the ceiling for a second before locking eyes back with Harleen. "You wanna know how I got these scars?"
Harleens eyes widened she tried not to look so eager, "Yeah." She nodded.
The Jokette started to lie, "My father was a drinker and a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So my brother and I watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to us and says, 'Why so serious?' He comes at us with the knife and me being the heroic sister I am, I tell my brother to hide. Once he's gone my father sticks the blade in my mouth and he says… 'Let's put a smile on that face', then he does this to me." Harleen looked at her horrified she didn't know how to respond so she stayed quiet.
The Jokette started laughing, it was quiet and weak. "What's matter angel face?"
"I..I, uh-" Harleen stuttered.
"You know I gotta say I love the name I've been thinking about it if you move around the letters a little you get Harley Quinn." The Jokette randomly pointed out.
Harleen sighed upset she's heard this many times before. "Yeah like the clown Harlequin, I know."
"Oh, don't be upset Harley. I think it suits you." The Jokette smirked lazily.
Harleen smiled slightly clearing her throat opening her mouth to answer her, a timer went off signaling their session was over. The door to the room flew open the guard coming to get her had a black eye and a split lip the Jokette laughed, "Guess it's my time to leave see you soon, angel face."
The Jokette was escorted out of the room and placed into her cell she looked over and saw her brother still laying down on his bed. The guards left, and the siblings talked among themselves. The Jokette and the Joker sat across from each other on the floor like children, no one around could hear what was being said between them.
"So when are we gonna blow this joint?" The Jokette asked her brother.
"Soon, very soon. Probably this week or the next." They laughed.
The Jokette smirked, "So how's your plan in seducing Dr. Quinzel?"
The Joker was frustrated, "Not good, looks like we aren't gonna have any help from the inside if we are here again. I just don't understand I've done every trick in the book and nothing it's li-" The Joker was cut of by his sister's laughter, he realization crossed his face and he smirked, "Oh, you sly dog you."
The Jokette pretended to cast a fake line and pulled it back, "Hook, line, and sinker."
This interaction reminded the twins of when they were younger and they would just sit like this and talk. The good old days.
At almost midnight that night the Jokette was laying on her bed her feet crossed wide awake she heard the light sound of feet hitting the floor in the hallway, and she heard as the stopped in front of her cell.
"Psttt, J." She heard a familiar brooklyn voice say, the Jokette turned her head to see Harleen with her shoes in one hand and in the other a small object that she couldn't quite make out. She hopped off of her bed walking up to the bars of her cell. "I got ya something." Harleen stuck her hand through the bars she noticed it was a vanilla cupcake with purple frosting.
The Jokette was actually surprised by her actions she reached her hand through the bars and brought Harleens face closer. Harleen was glad that she couldn't hear her heart it was beating like crazy. She felt her lips connect with her cheek, she was so thankful that it was dark in there her face had to be as bright as a tomato. Once the Jokette pulled away she took a bite out of it moaning in satisfaction.
"A cupcake for a cupcake." Harleen whispered not realizing the Jokette heard her, she stopped chewing for a second before taking another bite.
The Jokers sleepy voice rang out, "What is going on over there?" The rustling of sheets was heard the Joker's face appeared in the darkness. 'Well, what do we have here?"
The Jokette sighed before shoving the half eaten cupcake in the Joker's face leaving purple streaks on him. The Jokette laughed sending Harleen into a fit of light giggles, the Joker shrugged before walking away with the remainder of the cupcake eating it. She turned back to face her.
Harleen pointed to her face by her mouth, "You got a little something." The Jokette wiped but missed it, she sighed bringing her hand through the bars wiping her mouth, "There got it." She froze. "Oh, sorry." Harleen pulled her hand back blushing. "I uh, gotta go." She told her.
The Jokette grinned, "Bye, angel."
"Bye." Harleen blushed again before walking away, the Jokette watched her retreating form.
She sighed turning around facing her bed walking over to it laying back down. Once she got ready to go to bed she heard her brother's taunting voice, "Someone's got a crush." He cackled.
She groaned in annoyance, "Will you go to bed already."