The entire world was sunk in deep sleep, peacefully slumbering into the morning hours; everyone except Harley, She tossed and she turned, not being able to find a position comfortable enough to send her dreaming. Harley mindlessly flung her arms and legs at the sleeping beast known as The Joker and when she heard him growl she realized that she must have woken him up.

"Lay still" he muttered, already falling back to sleep.

For the rest of the night Harley tried, in vein, to catch some well needed sleep but her busy mind and anxiety wouldn't shut up and she lay there in bed with thoughts flying around her; shouting at her how she was doing her life wrong. She suddenly jolted awake from her semi-asleep state when the alarm clock went off, soon after feeling the weight of Joker reaching over and hitting the snooze button as per usual. He was pressed up against her back and as she stretched her stiff limbs she could feel his morning mood pressing up against her backside. She giggled slightly, reaching behind her to stroke him down with the palm of her hand. Joker muttered, now fully awake, and tilted his pelvis up against her harder.

"What are going to do about it?" he whispered in her ear. A chill of excitement went down her spine as his hot breath tickled her neck.

"It's not my problem" she teased, continuing to feel the outlines of his lengthy arousal through his pants.

"It is now."

He grabbed her waist and turned her over, straddling her waist between his thighs. A sudden heavy need settled in the base of her lower stomach and her tried body stirred awake under the sight of his toned abs rippling under his pale skin.

Joker reached down and cupped one of her breast in his hands, pinching her nipple between his fingers as he nibbled his way around her neck, sucking the blood to the surface of her skin. Harley squirmed at his assaults and invited him to settle more comfortable by spreading her thighs wider apart.

His hands left her breasts and as one settled on her waist the other stroked past her stomach. Her breathing came out quicker as he began playing with her panty line, throwing her a devilish grin.

"Please" she barely whispered, she could feel his own excitement pressing up hard against her and it was making her desperate to feel him inside of her.

"Please what?" he teased, reaching beneath the lace material and pleasantly finding her already soaking and ready.

"Oh god" she panted as he entered a long finger inside of her, quickly followed by a second one.

His pace was torturously slow and as she tried to increase the pace by lifting her hips he just tsk: d at her and held her down in place with his other hand.

"Patience my dear" he said with a wicked grin plastered over his face.

He watched her suffer for a while before finally deciding to join in on the fun. He swiftly removed himself from his boxers and a moment later he had ripped her panties clean off from her body. He settled between her thighs and reached forward, probing at her entrance with his erection, and coaxing a desperate moan to escape her lips.

"Do you really want this?" he teased, his eyes burning hot with lust.

"Please daddy, please" she pleaded.

Oh what that name did to him. She was looking back up at him with hooded eyes, parted lips and a look of utter desperation all over her face… that beautiful face he thought to himself, one had to search hard to find a more enchanting look than the one he had right now.

He filled her with one hard thrust, causing her to scream out in pleasure. He leisurely stroked her walls with his thick, veiny length, watching her trash around him…oh what a sight.

"Faster" she pleaded between heavy breaths.

"You need to learn patience" he mocked, continuing with his torturous speed, filling her completely with each thrust.

"This is perfect" he bent down and whispered to her ear, taking the opportunity to bite her lobe and dragging it out between his teeth.

"I need it faster, please Mistah…aahhh" she moaned as he hit her right in the cervix.

"Relish in the pleasure" he countered, his thrust now becoming more uncontrolled due to his own need of release.

She was swaying on the edge, her inner walls desperately trying to coax some speed out of him, the pleasure was absolute torture and she knew that if he just would deliver some fast strokes she would be free falling in to total bliss… but no, he held her there, on the brim… balancing on a thin thread of pure ecstasy.

"I need to…" she began but he cut her short by enveloping her mouth and lapping wet licks against her tongue. She took out her frustrations on his mouth, attacking him viciously and drawing blood from his lips.

"I know, I know" he calmed her, regaining control of the kiss and slowing the pace down to match the rhythm of their bodies.

His strokes were becoming more firm and unevenly paced, and as he produced a couple of exact strokes all along that spot inside her she couldn't hold on anymore and fell over the edge. Her quiet whimpers turned into a full on, ear piercing scream as she clamped down on his shaft and released her pent up frustration in a wave of pulsations. Joker followed soon after, her release triggering his own. As he emptied himself inside her she could feel the warm liquid spilling out in her, filling her in complete satisfaction.

"Oh my god" was all she could muster as she was trying to gain control of her laboured breathing and her twitching legs.

"Yes?" Joker asked, heaving with quiet laughter.

She ignored his dry attempts to humor and turned her face into the pillow.

"That was amazing", her voice came out muffled due to the pillow it currently was submerged in.

"I know" Joker said with confidence.

Harley just scoffed at his self-assuredness and braced herself up into a sitting position. She shot a glance at Jokers disheveled state and couldn't help to break out in laughter.

"What?" he asked as he reached for some clean clothes.

"Nothing" she answered, trying but failing to sound serious.

"Harley, tell me" he said in his authority voice.

"Your hairs cute" she smiled and went over to drag her fingers through it.

Joker just shook her off and proceeded to make his way downstairs shouting: "I'm NOT cute" over his shoulder.

She had a good feeling about this day, J had woken in an unusually good mood and if she played her cards right it might just last the entire day. She picked up some clean underwear from the wardrobe and an old t-shirt from the floor before following him down, she had really worked up an appetite this morning and breakfast couldn't come sooner.

The kitchen must have been her favourite room of the entire complex, the natural sunlight spread softly against the white tiled walls and the wooden floors had not been as scratched down as in the other rooms. If her guesses were right this space hadn't been used as much by the previous owners, everything seemed untouched in here whilst everything else in the house had been left worn down and trashed to rubbish. The room had a calming effect on her, it had an aurora of serenity lay over it and for a moment she managed to forget about the dark reality she lived in. In the centre stood a large island with a polished wooden top proudly, it truly gave the room a feel of character. At the island, with his bright green hair contrasting against his pale skin that glowed angelic from the morning light, stood the Joker himself, pouring milk into an empty bowl.

"You can't even prepare a simple bowl of cereal correctly" Harley scowled at him.

"Huh?" he asked confused.

"How did you even function before me?" she asked on a light laugh as he proceeded to load an amount of cereal into the bowl of milk.

"You can't pour the milk first, you're supposed to measure out the cereal first and then fill up the milk" she explained.

"I do it my own way" he muttered.

"Just the way you do everything" she mused and reached to kiss him sweetly on the cheek. He shrugged her off and began to eat from his bowl of cereal.

When Harley turned to prepare the most important meal of the day- coffee, she noticed Joker staring with a furrowed brow at her legs, following his eyes down towards her thighs she noticed the remains of his release slowly making its way out of her and down the inside of her leg and she became aware of the sticky feel it had against her skin.

"That's fucking hot" Joker blurted just as Harley was about to reach for the paper towels sat on the countertop.

She turned towards him and didn't get much time to respond before she was thrusted up against the counter. Joker didn't waste any time, pulling her panties to the side and entering her in one harsh blow. A strangled moan escaped through their mouths smashing together and Harley's palms slipped against the stone marble as his thrust threw her off balance. She gingerly steadied herself against his shoulders and as the rapid build-up of a fast orgasm hit her low in the belly she anchored her fingernails down into his flesh.

"Ah!" Joker yelled out on a grunt.

In her fogged vison she could see the dark blood seeping from where her nails were penetrating his shoulders, but she was too far gone to be concerned about that now.

She tried to relax against his manic thrusts… what a complete turnaround from this morning she thought.

Joker continued to ruthlessly slam into her, grunting against her neck as he sucked and bit at her delicate skin. Harley brought her hand up to tug at his scalp, steading herself with a harsh grip on his hair. His animalistic shouts bounced of the kitchen walls as he released with a final deep thrust. Harley followed quickly after, squeezing her thighs against his to try and steady her spasms.

"I think I might need a shower after that" Harley said as she slumped against the counter when Joker pulled away to tuck himself back in to his pants.

Joker's phone went off and he went to answer it. "Yes… yes… no. I know, I know. I'll be there in five." he finished his call and hung up.

"Gotta' go Harls. See you later" he said, giving her a fleeting kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.

Harley sighed and proceeded with breakfast, a feeling of emptiness gnawing at her mind.

She knew he had an important job to manage but that didn't help her from feeling the way she did. She loved him and every moment they shared together was precious, especially since they weren't many. She missed him every second he wasn't right by her side, heck sometimes she missed him even when they were in the same room.

An idea suddenly struck her. Filled with determination she rushed out of the kitchen and headed straight to Jokers office.

The door was, as suspected, locked and she had no clue of where he kept the key –probably on him she figured. She hadn't gotten the time to search for a potential spare, instead she went down the corridor to their bedroom and retrieved a hairpin from her dresser.

Being with the Joker had led to the knowledge of many new trick and talents, one of them being lock-picking. Without much trouble she managed to break her way in and she came face to face with the sacred room.

All windows were either bolted shut completely with planks or shaded by heavy black curtains. Because of this the room was completely dark, until Harley found the switch and turned on one of the only two light sources of the room. One single, naked bulb hung from the ceiling and casted its light directly over the large wooden desk seated right in the centre of the room.

She went over to the desk and turned the desk lamp on as well, giving her a clear view of clutter. She began searching through the files and papers that looked to be the newest or of most importance. After searching though his endless mess she finally found what she came for, papers on the work that had occupied him for the latest time. She had to do a double check on the date of the papers, for she couldn't believe what the words in front of her were suggesting.

He was making deals with the penguin.

Harley knew for a fact that Joker and Oswald didn't get along. He had for a long time claimed that the Joker owed him money and had labelled him as a very much unreliable client, whereas Joker had the exact same accusations towards him. Harley of course stood on Jokers side and knew that the fat pike had gotten things wrong and obviously was too unorganized to realise his own mistakes. One big mess that man.

Reading through the papers over and over again she came to the conclusion that they were involved in some type of business together, and it didn't seem like any partner were to apologize for past disagreements. They were working on a new project together, working like equals.

Harley struggled to wrap her thoughts around the idea, it sure was something fishy about this and Harley didn't like fish –not in the slightest.

She jumped from her dwellings when the door suddenly opened, panicking like never before she threw the file back down on the desk and backed away as far as possible.

"Harley? How did you get in here?" Joker asked.

"Uhmm… the door was unlocked" Harley stammered, trying to pull her most innocent expression.

"I never forget to lock the door" Joker muttered to himself "but I guess there's a first for everything" he continued.

He didn't sound too mad in Harley's opinion and she eased up a little, still cautious all the same as he might as well be playing games with her, and she very well knew how he enjoyed his games.

"So what brings your pretty little blonde head into my office?" he asked, his tone sounding calm but Harley knew better than to distrust his acting skills.

"I thought I could clean up a bit in your office whilst you were away" she answered, giving herself a mental pat on the shoulder for coming up with the excuse as well as delivering it without stammering.

"You thought you should cease the opportunity to clean my office when I was away?" he said more to himself than to her. "You very well now that I don't like people touching my stuff… especially without my permission" his continued, his voice dripping with maliciousness.

She knew that he had seen through her lie and now she feared for what her punishment would be.

He turned towards her and grabbed a firm hold of her jaw, squeezing just hard enough to inflict a sharp pain.

"Look, I don't have time or the energy to figure out what you were snooping around for." He said, staring intensely into her eyes.

"I know what I currently have on my desk and therefor I will know when somethings missing or has been altered in any way. If I found out something of importance is missing, well then you're in for it" he took a moment to try and gauge a reaction from her but she was frozen in place. Luckily for her she hadn't actually removed anything.

"Still alive?" he laughed, looking down on her still body.

Releasing her jaw he drew back and with full force brought the back of his hand down, slapping her hard against her face. Harley stumbled back from the force and her hand hand flew up to her burning cheek, she couldn't stop the tears from spilling down her face now.

"I... I didn't do anything" she cried.

"You broke in to my office and looked through my stuff. In my book that's something" he shouted back at her.

Not wanting to cause further damage she pushed herself from the wall and rushed for the door.

"Where do you think you're going? I never asked you to leave" Joker asked, his anger lurking behind a façade of calmness.

Oh no… is he going to kill me? He can't actually kill me for this… or can he? Fuck he is the Joker you can never know. Every part of her brain was telling her to run, run far away. But still she turned around and walked back in to the darkness.

"What are you going to do?" she asked on a shaky voice.

"Me, I have work to get done" he said in normal tone of conversation, he proceeded to sit down at his desk and sweep everything to his right before throwing a blueprint up in front of him. He started to scribble his way across the paper, leaving Harley looking at him with utter confusion.

"You want me to stay and watch you work?" she asked carefully.

"Well you always hang around here to watch me work. That's what you like to do aint it?" his mood had done a full 360 turn around, now sounding easy-going and calm. Harley didn't think she was ever going to learn how to keep up with his mood swings; she couldn't get on his levels even with the worst case of PMS.

She went over to the couch and slouched down on it when her stomach growled deeply and she realised just how hungry she really was. Her last proper meal had been last night's dinner.

"Puddin', how do you feel about some Mc Donald's right now?" she asked, praying for him to still be in his good mood.

"That's the best words that have come out of your mouth in a long while" he answered cheerfully.

Harley sighed with relief and continued "I'll go down and notice one of the guys. The usual I presume?"

"That'll be perfect". He answered, a wide smile stretching across his cheeks and brightness in his eyes.

"Puddin'?"

"What?"

"I still love you" she didn't say those words to him as much as she said them to herself. She needed to confirm it for herself; she needed to know that she was still able to say those words out loud.

"I know you do" he answered on a sigh, turning his attention towards the blueprint yet again.