Finally she writes a decently drawn out chapter wo0oo0oww never thought I'd see the day.

The Joker's club was extremely.. lively, to say the least. Standing outside of the building, You could tell The Joker was slightly egotistical.. Outside you could hear music blaring over laughing and even the street's vibe gave her an insight on his lifestyle.

Jocelyn was busy talking to the cab driver about a ride home before turning around and nudging Harley's arm. "Ready?"

There wasn't much point in her answering because Jocelyn was already headed for the front door.

There was no bouncer at the front door so they let themselves in. The club had a big glass cage in the middle of the dance floor where people were flooding around to watch a dancer practically half naked waltz around a gold chain.

There was a big mirror on the wall to their left that harley looked into. Harley had on a beige, skin tight silk dress that laced up each side; she also had on matching beige Christian Louis Vuitton's. Jocelyn was wearing an ankle-length black dress with a side cut up to her waist.

Harley frowned in the mirror. She always felt like Jocelyn could one up her. She saw someone staring at her from far away but the figure was gone by the time she turned around.

"I think I heard our names over there." Jocelyn grabbed Harley's arm and pulled her through the dance floor and over to the bar. A young woman wearing all black approached them holding a rag and scrubbing the bar in front of them. "Scotch and tequila for the blonde." The woman nodded and headed back towards the glasses.

Harley turned around on her stool to look scope out the crowd, half were shitfasted and half were stoned, but hey what's the difference?

The women placed the drinks down on the table. They both downed the drinks and people watched for a few minutes before Harley spotted a green haired devil yelling at a slightly shorter man with a beard. He pulled at his hair before heading in the opposite direction of him. Harley had to lean in her seat to see him past the crowd. Some guy walked up to her asking about a drink or something but there was no time for listening. Harley got up from her seat grabbing her friends arm and heading for the man.

"What?"

"Saw him." Harley followed the man all the way to a back room where she purposely ignored the 'employees only' sign on the door. She walked back until she found him slouched with his hands in his hair.

A man stepped in front of her holding his arm out to block her off. "You can't be back here."

Harley kept her eyes on the Joker. He lifted his eyes and for a split second his eyes locked on hers.

"You need to leave." The guard started closing in on them before the Joker spoke up.

"Jack." He growled making him turn back. He waved his hand away making the guard step away.

Jocelyn cleared her throat stepping forward. "Mr. Joker.." His eyes never left Harley's and before she knew it she was analyzing every detail in his face. "We have something special we want you to.. partake in."

He pointed towards the opposite side of the booth he was sitting at. He turned over to a woman that was headed to the main part of the club and motioned for her to come over. Harley and Jocelyn sat down across from him and Jocelyn pulled out a yellow folder and placed it on the table.

"Something hot." He turned back to the girls.

"Oh, uh.. I'm okay." The Joker's face was unreadable and it enticed her.

"Scotch." Jocelyn pushed the folder over to him.

The truth about the exchange was that there wasn't much talking, only muffled music.

"Are you trying to get me to do something illegal?" They both froze for a second before he laughed at them. "Mr. Joker." The bartender came back with two drinks. And placed them on the table.

"I'll play your little game."

"That's that's good, great." Jocelyn nodded at Harley and she got up from the booth followed by Jocelyn. "Do you- is there a bathroom anywhere?"

He nodded down a hall to his right.

"I'll be out in afew." Harley headed in the direction of the small staff restroom. When she got inside she rested her head on the door. Her thoughts rushed and rushed until she was arguing with the voices in her head.

Turning around Harley looked at herself in the mirror, she frowned at herself before flushing the perfectly unused toilet and heading out back to the club.

The Joker stared her down like a predator. Not in the 'I'm watching you' way but in the 'I'm going to get you' way. When she turned to see him he had his head down but his eyes were glue to her.

"Harley." Jocelyn snapped her fingers in front of her face.

"What?"

"Do. You. Want. A. Drink?"

Jocelyn was a real smart ass and sometimes it was hilarious but sometimes it was hilarious when she got smacked the fuck up.

"Sure."

They took too shots before they headed to the dance floor where the heat didn't rise, neither did the sweat, or the smell of alcohol. Harley looked up when she thought she saw green but when she looked around the balcony she realized she was only delusional. "Hey baby." Harley turned to find a tall redhead girl with a funny smell coming off her skin. "Is that perfume or something?"

"It's called Mother Nature." She held her arm close to Harley's nose giving her a good whiff of her perfume. She grabbed Harley's hand and pulled her close to her. Harley looked around for Jocelyn but when she couldn't find her she got a bad feeling in her stomach.

"Will you do me a favor, baby?"

Harley was suddenly pulled backwards then pushed even further back. She saw the Joker standing in front of her facing the tall redhead.

"Who let the weed into the garden" he started to push her backwards to the entrance when Harley grabbed him and started punching his back.

"Don't touch her!" She kept screaming but he ignored her.

Bouncers came and took the redhead away.

Harley was crying like a little bitch at this point and she couldn't control it. Joker grabbed her by her arms pushing her backwards till she was up against a way. "Shut the fuck up!"

Harley just kept crying. She cried when he let go, she cried when he put his hands in his hair and pulled, and she cried when he slammed his fists inches from each side of her head. She cried until she was on the floor.

She only stopped when he pulled her into his arms.

So if somewhere it didn't occur to you that the tall redhead is Poison Ivy I'm not sure what to say about that. Hopefully the point got through and your not angry that my writing makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. So thanks for reading anyways.