CHAPTER FIVE

Author's Note- Ok, so i am aware that this is not how Harley got the dyed white look but I'm trying something different. A more normal approach to the physical transformation. See what you think ;)

Now if you're going to be the Clown Prince's Princess, you have to look the part, Harley thought as she eyed the boxes of dye on the shelves. The platinum caught her eye straight away and she grinned, imagining herself with it. Everything about her would have to change. Her puddin' wouldn't want normal and she just wanted whatever pleased him. She grabbed the box and then decided on dying the ends pink and blue, another thing that would make her look very different.

She caught her reflection in the mirror and frowned. She looked...normal. Blonde hair, normal clothes; but that was soon to change.

Ok, so let's be honest here about what happened.

When Harley woke up after the shock therapy, Joker and his men had disappeared. He had left her. Again. But now she knew who she was and nothing would stop her from being with Joker. He loved her! He came back for her! Ok, so he'd given her a little torture but then he didn't want normal and she knew that now. He had made her into this person and she loved him for it.

At home, Harley bleached her hair as she chuckled to herself. She was going to surprise him by walking into his club and after seeing her, he wouldn't want to ever let her leave his sight. She grinned like an idiot as she dried her newly dyed hair and then looked at her face. It could do with something...it was already pale but maybe a tattoo. Yes! A tattoo! Why not?! She thought about it, about things she could have tattooed there. Joker had one on his forehead and he would surely love something like that on her. Maybe on her jaw somewhere? A little heart somewhere on her face as well? Ooh, this was all so exciting! If she got this feeling with Joker and she wasn't even with him, she could only imagine how she would feel when she was beside him.

The tattooist was all too happy to work on the crazy girl that wanted something new. When Harley came out of the shop, she had 'Rotten' tattooed on the right side of her jaw and a little heart under her eye on the same side of her face. But she had kinda got carried away. She'd had a tattoo on her lower stomach, a diamond shaped pattern on her left arm and a few on her legs. Turned out, she kinda liked the pain.

The tattooist smiled at her.

"Why the sudden interest in tattoos, honey?"

"Oh it's for my boyfriend."

So this was it, the new Harley Quinn. She strolled towards Joker's club whith a huge smile on her face despite all the chaos around her. Police were trying to round up the mental patients but it wasn't proving an easy task.

She ignored everything and walked across the road but as she did, she was suddenly whisked up and into the air. She tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth and sooner than she'd expected, she found herself on a roof top in front of the Dark Knight.

She immediately hated him. He was the one always trying to stop her Mista J.

She glared at him.

"I have somewhere to be y'know." She said with obvious irritation.

"I know Joker twisted your mind, Harleen."

"It's Harley!" She shouted.

"A name he gave you and now look at you." He said as he circled her. "You've done all this for him and what has he done for you in return?"

Harley widened her blue eyes at him.

"What has he done for me? He's made me see my potential; what I can be."

"You are a well respected doctor. That is your potential."

"WAS a well respected doctor but now Bat Boy, I'm something better."

He shook his head.

"I'm telling you for your own good, stay away from Joker."

Harley grinned.

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen."

"He doesn't care about you, Harley. He will use you to suit his own ends."

She frowned, clenching her teeth.

"That's not true! He loves me! He came back for me!"

"He twisted you!"

"HE MADE ME WHO I AM! Deal with it... or try and stop me." She challenged.

He looked down, his eyes darkening.

"I will if I have to."

She shrugged and gave him a wink.

"Then I guess I just made your enemies list. See ya."

Batman moved quickly as Harley jumped from the roof. When he looked down, he could see her swinging from the fire escape. She looked up at him, grinning madly.

"See? I can take care of myself."

Then she swung herself down to the ground and started skipping over to Joker's club.

Music blared out as she pushed open the door and walked in. It was what she expected it to be. The club was full with people. It was bright, loud and people danced in cages. Beautiful girls walked about carrying trays full with drink and people lounged about as they got high or drunk. She smiled as she looked around.

Joker ran a successful club, now who was the crazy one?

Now, where was his office? She tapped a finger against her lips and looked around. There was the bar, the bathrooms; she looked up and saw him standing there, hands in his pockets, scowling down on his club. She grinned and headed for the door that would lead up to his office.

She stopped herself from skipping through the crowd and took to the stairs. She burst inside, the door banging loudly on the wall.

Joker spun around and glared before he faltered and looked at her.

"Harley?"

"Hi Mista J. So what d'ya think?"

He stared at her and then walked forwards, taking her by the shoulders and running his hands up and down her arms.

"You look...so much better." He said, grinning.

She grinned back, showing a chesire cat smile.

"Thought you'd like it. I did it all for you baby."

"Of course you did."

"I came here straight after, although Batman tried to-"

"Batman?" Joker snapped, dropping his hands from her sides.

"Yeah. He tried to stop me from coming here but nothing could stop me from seeing you." She said, her eyes sparkling.

"What did he say?" Joker pushed.

"Oh just the usual crap about how you're gonna abuse me and use me to get what you want, nothing important really."

Joker grinned. "Still trying to turn people against me, is he?" Joker said more to himself than to her.

"Oh he couldn't do that to me baby." She assured him.

He didn't seem to be listening to her.

"So Batman is near this club?"

She shrugged and went to sit on the couch that faced the window.

"Yeah, I guess but I was thinking, we could-"

"Not tonight." He muttered as he walked over to the couch and grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her to her feet.

"Ow! Puddin, I came here to see you!"

"You shouldn't have! I have things to do Harley, don't push me!" He shouted as he steered her towards the door and pushed her out of it. The door slammed behind her and she frowned. Oh well, he wasn't in a good mood. She'd try again tomorrow. Maybe during the day when the club was shut. He might be in a better mood then.

As she walked down the stairs, she missed the last step and bumped into someone

"Hey, watch it!" Harley barked, frowning at the floor instead of the person.

Harley then looked up into green eyes and the woman smiled at her with amusement.

"Sorry. Maybe I'll dodge it next time you trip off the stairs."

Harley pouted. "I didn't trip."

The woman only rolled her eyes, the smile still in place.

"If you say so. Do you work here?"

"No. My boyfriend owns the place." Harley replied, smiling brightly once again.

"Joker? Ok, first time for everything I suppose. I'm Pamela but most people call me Poison Ivy."

Harley's eyes widened as she recognised the red head.

"Holy shit, you're that Poison Ivy?! God, I'm sorry, I didn't realise it was you!"

She smiled again.

"Hey it's no problem. And your name is?"

"Oh, I'm Harley, Harley Quinn."

Ivy smiled appreciatively.

"Good to meet you Harley. Perhaps we'll be seeing more of each other in the future."

Harley nodded.

"Sure! If you frequent my boyfriend's club a lot!"

Ivy nodded.

"I do and I've never heard anyone call him 'boyfriend' before."

Harley's smile was shaky. She didn't quite know how to take that but chose to ignore it instead.

"Oh well, nice meeting ya!"

Ivy nodded and headed out the door. She seemed nice.

For now, Harley decided to go home and get some sleep. She'd return in the morning.

The next day, Harley went back to the club, hoping that Joker would still be there. She went up to the office, like before and saw him laying asleep on the couch that faced the glass window.

"Mista J." She whispered in a sing songy voice as she crouched down by the side of him.

He stirred but didn't wake up.

"Puddin'." She tried again.

Nothing.

She rolled her eyes and tapped his forehead lightly.

"Joker."

His eyes snapped open and he grabbed her wrist, making her yelp out in pain.

He sat up slowly and looked at her.

"What are you doing here?"

Harley's eyes went to his pale hand gripping her wrist and she tried to pull away but he held her fast.

"Well, you seemed busy last night so I wanted to come and see you this morning instead." She whimpered.

He narrowed his dark blue eyes at her and then pushed her away. Harley fell onto her backside as Joker stood and went past her to look down on his club which was empty save for the cleaner.

"I'm sorry hun. Batman is getting to me again." He told her as he ran a hand over lime green hair.

She awkwardly got to her feet and stood by his side, taking hold of his hand and resting her head on his shoulder.

"You shouldn't let him. You are twice the man he will ever be."

Joker smiled then like an idea had struck him.

"Say, have you ever been on a robbery, Harley?" He asked her.

She looked up at him adoringly.

"No. Is it fun?"

"So much fun! We go to a jewellery store or bank and we take money, jewels; whatever we want! You'll love it!" He cried, turning to face her.

She smiled brightly.

"Ok, I'll do it!"

"That's my girl!" He exclaimed, pulling her into him and holding her close.

Harley closed her eyes as she rested her head against his chest. A small, relaxed smile played on her lips and she wrapped her arms around Joker's torso. This was what she wanted. This was where she wanted to be. She belonged here, with him. But all too soon, he pulled away.

"Then it's settled! You go home and do whatever it is you do now and I'll make all the arrangements for tonight!"

Harley nodded as Joker went over to his desk.

"Couldn't I stay here with you?" She asked meekly.

"Oh no baby, you'd be bored stiff!"

"I wouldn't. I could just watch the club while you work." She offered.

"I don't think that's such a good idea Harls."

"But I could-"

"I said no, Harley!" He snapped.

She licked her lips and then nodded. "Ok, I'll go home then."

Joker didn't say anything, just kept his head down and focused on whatever he was looking at as she left the club, feeling a little rejected. Why didn't he want her there with him? Didn't he love her? Didn't people who love each want to spend time together? She bit her lip and frowned, thinking. Now what was she going to do?

He said to go home, so maybe go do that? Her brain suggested. She nodded to herself and went home...

The clock must have stopped working, along with every other clock in her apartment because time didn't seem to be going at all!

Harley tapped her fingers against her leg as she sat on her couch and stared at the wall.

It would be ages before she'd see him again! Hours! Could she even wait that long, knowing he was just a few blocks away from her?

Since meeting Joker, Harley hadn't thought about anyone or anything else. He consumed her thoughts every minute of every day. When she closed her eyes, all she saw was him and his metallic smile. She longed to be held by him, to be told that she was all he'd ever want or need. She wanted to mean as much to him as he meant to her. She chuckled a little as she thought about everything. Who would've thought it? That she would be in love with the Clown Prince of Gotham!

Her eyes went to the clock again. She frowned at it and got up, walking over to it and taking it off the wall, listening to the slow tick of the seconds going by and when she turned it over and looked at the face, she screamed and hurled it against the wall.

Time really was going too slow. Maybe she should take a walk. No. She didn't want to do that. Was she hungry? No. Maybe she could sleep and when she woke up, it would be time to go back to the club. She smiled, pleased with her plan and curled up on the couch, ready for sleep and as she drifted off, there he was. As always.

Author's Note-Ok guys, as you've read, I've brought Poison Ivy into the mix. Thought she'd make things a little more interesting. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading. X