Author's Note: Okay, there is little bit of smut in this, but not really. Let me know if more or less is wanted in terms of sexual scenes (and how descriptive they are wanted to be). Sorry about the short chapter, it's sort of just here to lead on to the next stage of the story. As ever, thank you to all who have read, reviewed, and favourited. Also I am always curious to know what you would like to see in this next stage, I have a plan already but I will take any concerns and requests into consideration.
Chapter Sixteen.
Harley's skin was tingling, as was her mind. Harley barely acknowledged Joker pulling her out of the vat, and back to the car. She giggled at the feelings running through her body, the weight of her past was lifted; it was as though she was remembering it through a fogged up screen, a sense of detachment eased her mind.
Her mind felt simultaneously sharper, and as though it was floating. It was as though she was seeing a new spectrum of colours. She glanced at Joker, who was laughing loudly as he weaved through traffic, earning a cacophony of blaring horns. He was covered in the thick chemical sludge, as Harley knew she must be as well. He was still beautiful, her Joker.
Joker pulled up to what looked like an abandoned part of town. He grinned as Harley clambered out of the car, staring at what appeared to be a large abandoned building. "Come, come, to your new home" He sung. Harley's heart leapt at the word home, she skipped forward in excitement, wrapping her arms around Jokers arm and giggling as he led her to the doors of the building.
The doors were newer than the rest of the building, Harley noticed, they were solidly built with what appeared to be a scanner of some sort. Joker pressed a finger against the scanner and flung the heavy doors open with ease. The space they entered appeared to be some sort of garage, beautiful cars, large vans, and cars that seemed to be designed to blend in filled the area. There was a large space in the corner of the room that appeared to be a small lounge. It was littered with mismatched chairs and couches surrounding a coffee table, and facing a large wall mounted TV. Harley guessed this was Joker's space for his more loyal goons.
Joker seemingly ignored this as he strode to the far wall to what Harley thought was an elevator and pressed his finger to yet another scanner. The elevator doors slid open smoothly as Harley twirled inside, glancing around in fascination. She laughed as she caught sight of her reflection in the mirrored elevator, she was coated in the thick brown chemicals, though her eyes were bright and sparkling.
The elevator chimed as it opened to a large open space. The area was furnished beautifully, plush couches surrounded an enormous television, expensive statues surrounded the area. A shining kitchen was visible through an opened set of double doors on the far wall. A long hall lead to what Harley assumed were bedrooms and bathrooms.
"Daddy's home!" Joker called, striding into the room, rolling his head around as he inhaled sharply. Harleen laughed, running at Joker and throwing her arms around him, he spun her sharply, dipping her into a firm kiss. "What do you think baby?" he rasped, pulling back.
"It's perfect, Puddin'" Harley beamed. It felt so good to smile freely after all these years. "Can I have a shower Mister J?" She asked, leaning up to press a kiss to Jokers sludge covered cheek, ignoring the slight burn it caused.
Joker motioned dramatically towards the hall, and lead Harleen to a large bathroom. "Wow Mister J, it's so fancy!" She exclaimed as she took in the large bathroom. It was an intricately decorated room, covered in white and gold tiling. A large spa bath took up the end of the room, with a long marbled counter holding a gleaming sink underneath a massive mirror surrounded by lights.
What called to Harley most was the enormous glass shower, Harley began shedding her clothes immediately, dropping them to the tiled ground and skipping into the shower. Harleen turned on the shower, and sighed at the high pressure streams of hot water that pelted her. Turning her head Harley grinned over her shoulder at Joker "Goin' to join me Puddin'?" She called playfully.
Joker laughed loudly as he stepped into the shower, fully dressed. Harley beckoned him under the stream of water with a finger, she ran her out stretched finger along Jokers chest, grinning as he growled and snapped his teeth at her. "Let me help you with that Mister J" She said, unbuttoning his filthy shirt.
Joker cackled as Harleen unzipped his pants and shoved them to the shower floor. Joker lunged suddenly, pulling Harley to him tightly as she let out a shriek of delight. "Naughty, naughty, naughty" He growled, biting at her neck. Harley pressed a kiss firmly to his lips, before spinning around a grabbing a large bottle of body wash and lathering it generously over her body, she winked playfully at Joker, who watching her with a predatory look as she pulled him close once again and began lathering him as well.
Once the water running along the shower floor ran clear, Harley made to step from the shower, only to be pushed back against the steamy shower wall. "Ahh, ahh, ahh, not so fast Harley Quinn. Aren't you going to show Daddy J how much you, uh, like it here?" He growled lowly, running his teeth up her neck.
Harley moaned, as she dropped her head back. She ran her hands up Jokers slick back, feeling the firm muscles and scars underneath her fingers. Their skin felt so smooth she marvelled, before she ran her nails roughly along Jokers shoulders. Joker groaned slightly, biting down on Harley's lip in return. Harley hooked her legs around Jokers hips as he pressed her against the wall. Harley could feel his large erection pressing between her legs as he pulled her earlobe between his silver teeth "You want it, sugar?" He asked lowly, Harleen nodded quickly, gasping slightly "Say it, say it out loud for Daddy" He growled breathlessly. "Please Puddin'" She breathed, dropping her head back against the shower wall.
Half an hour had passed before Harley stumbled out of the shower, laughing delightedly. Joker wrapped a large towel around his waist "Make yourself at home, baby. Your Mister J has to go take care of some, uh, business" He said, making his way to the door.
Harley twirled in the bathroom, she was finally free, she had her Mister J, and soon she would make her introduction to Gotham, firmly by Jokers side. Harley laughed out loud, dancing slightly as she dried herself with a plush white towel. Harley dropped the towel and made her way to the mirror. Wiping away the steam, Harley caught sight of her new appearance.
Her skin was as pale as the moonlight, just like Jokers she thought happily, running her fingers along her smooth arms; it was as though the fine hairs on her arms had been burned away in the chemicals. Her once golden hair was bleached to a white-blonde colour, it made her blue eyes pop eerily against her whitened complexion. Harleen ran a finger along her lips, though they were kiss swollen, they also had darkened in colour, appearing red against her ghostly appearance.
Harleen twirled in front of the mirror, delighting in her new appearance for her new life. She could use some more colour to this image, she decided staring in the mirror. Maybe some hair dye, and even a couple tattoos she thought excitedly. Harleen thought dreamily of the new look she would give herself as she brushed her hair and teeth. Harley did not have clothes, she realised, as she glanced at her ruined clothes on the floor.
With a shrug Harley smiled brightly and stepped out of the bathroom, walking to the door opposite the hall Harley peered inside. This must be Jokers room, she thought glancing around the grand room. The carpet was plush and red, it felt wonderful on Harley's feet as she walked into the room. The walls were swirling designs of red and black, with bizarre paintings placed artfully. A large circular bed covered in black silk sheets took up a majority of the space, Harley fell backwards onto it, before jumping to her knees and bouncing excitedly.
Harley rolled off the bed and made a beeline for a door that she knew must be Jokers wardrobe. Harley was correct, the wardrobe was as beautiful as the rest of the house, artfully decorated and massive. Harley pulled open drawers at random until she found a pile of expensive looking shirts. Pulling on a deep purple, silk button up, Harley skipped out of the closet and out of Jokers room. Glancing down the hall, she listened for a moment, hearing the faint sound of Jokers laugh coming from the room furthest down the Hall.
Harley peered inside the room slowly, the room was covered in weapons, they lined the walls, and covered the glass shelves that lined the room. There were knives, guns, swords, grenades, and every other type of weapon that Harley could imagine; it was glorious.
Joker was sat behind a large dark, oak desk in a tall, intimidating black chair, he was wearing a pair of tailored black pants, but remained shirtless. He glanced up at Harley as he spoke on the phone; he seemed to be calling around his empire, announcing his grand return. Harley took his look as permission to enter the room. Harley sat herself on Jokers lap, making herself comfortable. Joker looked at her once more with his shark toothed smile.
Harley snapped her teeth playfully at Joker before blowing him an exaggerated kiss. He growled quietly and spanked his ringed hand firmly on her hip, as he threw a wide smile at her.
Harley felt her eyes drifting closed as she drew her legs up to Jokers lap, and leaned against him. Joker seemed to ignore this as he continued with his phone calls. Harley drifted off slowly, listening to Jokers rasping, lilting voice and his frequent laughs. Harley adjusted herself slightly, as she began to fall asleep "I love you Puddin'" she murmured, Joker did not seem to acknowledge this, though Harley thought she felt the hand Joker had pressed to her hip tighten slightly as she fell into a dream filled with bright, swirling colours, accompanied by bright carnival music.