Welcome Home, Doll

Was half asleep when I wrote this chapter, sorry:(

Harley watched as her puddin' carried their hostage out of the coach and up the pathway to the house. As they exited, the Joker made a point of prodding a button on a small, telephone-like device.

On cue, the coach blew up, along with the driver inside.

Harley's jealousy was growing to be immense. When she met her puddin', it hadn't been by chance. He hadn't been blown away by her beauty, or her innocence like he had been with this girl. However Leila was still blindfolded, making Harley feel a little more confident about where she stood with her puddin', but their prisoner still was the one nestled into the Joker's chest. Harley figured that for now, all she could do was mooch along behind. She felt like a third wheel to a pair of newly-weds.

The Joker signalled for his little green eyed monster to open the door. She complied immediately. If carrying out his every wish was the way to get back herself noticed, she'd do it every time without fail!

"Welcome to your new home, doll," the Joker whispered to the blindfolded bundle in his arms. Even if he meant what he said only for her, Harley heard every word. She scowled. As her puddin' went to carry Leila through the threshold, she made a point of stamping in just before him. Her puddin' just grinned: squirmers.

The way her kidnappers' shoes echoed up to her ears gave Leila the impression that the house was huge. Perhaps a stone floor. If the house was as big as she thought, it must've been expensive. She guessed the floor might've been made of marble.

The Joker carried the girlish bundle up a stone-floored flight of stairs. Harley followed. She didn't feel like a third wheel anymore - she felt like a lost puppy searching for an owner.

They walked in a straight line for quite a while (Leila guessed it was a hallway) before finally coming to a stop. She felt the rough, but muscular hands slipping away from her before she was dumped onto something low and springy.

"Peekaboo, toots…"

Taking off her blindfold, Leila knew immediately what room she was in. The red and black checkered bed she was sat on shined like the leather worn by it's owner. A chessboard-like floor panelled the room. There were several large windows: some with red curtains, some with black. There was a wardrobe, but it was empty.

She'd only ever seen Harley in one outfit anyway.

"You'll sleep with Harls tonight, my cute little girly hostage," the Joker giggled, knowing how much this would annoy his henchwoman.

"It's evening already...?" 'That coach journey must've been longer than I guessed...'

"Aww, you really don't do blindfolds do ya doll? You're all muddled up. I'll keep that in mind next time I wanna take you anywhere."

Leila looked out of the windows. The sun was setting over the -

She couldn't see quite what: the Joker was at the windows in a flash, drawing the curtains madly. He paced back over to the bedside, wagging his finger at his hostage. "Atata, see that's what we don't do. You can't know where you are, remember?"

"I thought I just couldn't ask personal questions…" Leila mumbled. The Joker didn't like that. Not. One. Bit.

"Y'know…" He sat down beside her on the bed. He considered telling his cute little girly hostage the story about how he got his scars, but he figured it was too early on to frighten her like that. He wasn't feeling that creative anyway. Harley looked away. The sight of the pair of them just sat on the same bed turned her stomach.

The Joker continued. "Y'know - to a guy like meeee, a bit of fight in a woman is insaaanely attractive. We've touched on the subject before… but we never said what the limit was on the fight, agreed?"

Leila nodded.

"And after your sarcastic little comment there… I suppose I'll have to put you on a warning."

"But -"

"Atata!" The Joker tapped her once on the nose lightly, as if scolding a misbehaving puppy. "You came so close to breaking the rules just then, I might have to take you over my knee right here…"

Leila, without knowing it, shuddered. The Joker loved every second of it: he wasn't even trying to make her uncomfortable, but just his very presence unnerved her! 'So much fun to be had…'

"But since it's your first day I'll let you off."

Harley, also without knowing it, sighed loudly. It was amazing how he could make people speak their minds so easily, he thought to himself. There was just something about him that people were so afraid of they were forced into honesty.

"You guys are still shacking up together tonight though, no doubt about it." He pointed slowly to Harley. "That means you, Harls, pay attention now doll!"

Harley stood up to attention. More orders: more chances to get into her puddin's good books.

The Joker moved from the bed to the doorway, exhaling almost dreamily. "Ah, two women at my command. That's every man's fantasy, y'know? One day we can rub it in men's face and have a threesome!" He tumbled into fits of hysterics, hopping about the checkered floor giddily.

Leila was sure she felt vomit enter her mouth.

"Now have fun, la-diieees! Don't do anything naughty." He paused before smacking his lips and pulling that familiar drunken expression. "Well. Don't do anything naughty without me." He left, clunking the door shut behind him. Both women heard a click turn in the lock. They were officially stuck together.

'If I'm gonna be trapped here, I might as well get comfortable,' Leila thought. Staying sat on the bed, she began to undo her hair from the grips she'd had it stricken up in. Her loose hair tumbled down to below her breasts. Harley gawped at the sheer length of it. She quickly snapped out of it.

"Don't you be gettin' comfy, you won't be here for very long."

Leila assumed this woman wasn't as dangerous as the man. The previous wave of confidence came flooding over her again.

"Don't worry, um, Harley?" She stumbled over her name. "I don't intend to be here for very long."

"But for the record… while you're here… leave Jack alone. Well alone."