JokerxHarley The Returning Past Chapter 3
Katherine POV
She knew what she would see when she finally tracked him down. But somehow it also wasn't. Going by a new name made him hard to track but she knew it was him the moment she heard about him on the news. The Joker terrorising the town with Harley Quinn. She was some fancy doctor he managed to manipulate with his boyish charm when spending a brief stay in Arkham Asylum with her as his psychiatrist. Funnily enough Katherine could see why. He still had those boyish good looks about him. The big warm eyes, beautiful chizlled face and his big deep pink lips edges now marked with pale jagged scars he onces never had. Concealed under all the grease paint of snow-white, tar black and cherry red. His sleek wavy mess of chocolate brown hair now dyed in a vibrant green patchy growing into a faint lime shade. She took another hesitant step forward. "Jack? Can we talk...you know...privately?" she asked carefully. She wasn't going to talk about anything with that...pathetic little girl. When the Joker didn't reply for a few minutes she used a little name she had for him "Please? JJ?" she said making her voice soft and warm. This final got a stur from the Joker who had been fixed in the same spot for sometime. He tilted his head up to look at the little sleaze. "Its fine Harl, go watch some TV for a while" he murmered to her. Katherine couldn't help but enjoy the dejected expression on Harley's face.
Joker POV
Why? Why was she here? Katherine...After all this time, all these years. She looked the same as always yet something was different he could tell in the way she held herself. Did she have some sort of motive coming here? Had she come to finally stab the last nail in his old self's coffin? She might as well. He doubted she would rip it open and reanimate the old Joker...Jack... He licked quickly at the puckered scars of his lips. Through his thoughs he heard Katherine says a few words the rest seemed to fade out of his reach. "Jack...talk...privately" was all he could hear. Talking in private? "JJ" That got his attention loud and clear. That nickname. He gazed up at Harley...and dismissed her.
Harley POV
Sleaze? How dare that little red-headed bitch call her a sleaze. Yeah she was wearing only the slinky nightdress but for crying out loud this wasn't a public place. It was the home she shared with the Joker...Or Jack as she called him. Jack. Is that what Mista J was called before? Hell, he gorgous enough to be called anything, yet Jack seemed to fit. Yeah Jack suited him. Hold on. Did she just say talk privately? No way would he tell her to go...would he? He did turned round and told her to watch TV. She felt her face deflate as she wandered into the next room, picked up a lavander coloured cushion. Clutching it to her chest she let a single tear escape her eyes. "Puddin" she whispered.