Author's Note: Okay, a shortish chapter tonight, just showing some of the dynamics between Harley and Joker. Joker (in my opinion and therefore story) is not the type who will just say 'I love you' or bring flowers, his type of love involves obsession and violence. More along the lines of putting bullets in the skulls of people for disrespecting Harley, and taking her on wild crime sprees that make her happy, rather than cuddling up to watch a movie. The displays of love and obsession will continue and evolve with the story, but I wanted to make it clear that Joker is still Joker.
Chapter Eighteen.
Harley was in a world of delight, she had spent the day after her excursion with Joker taking over one of the spare rooms. The room had been used to store spare furniture, with pale pink walls, plush white carpeting, and bright overhead lights to make up for the lack of windows, it was perfect to be turned into her new dressing room.
Sorting through the mix of spare furniture, Harley had been able to put together a mismatched, though expensive, collection for the room. A light wooden vanity now sat along the wall, with a newly cleaned mirror. Two large, dark wooden sets of drawers lined another wall, with garment racks placed randomly around the room. Harley had found a collection of twinkling fairy lights that she had hung haphazardly around the room, along with a pair of plush white chairs she had pushed into the corner.
The room looked strange, none of the furniture really matched, but Harley had put it together herself and she adored it. Once her clothes were all put away carefully, and her makeup and hair products lined her vanity, Harley observed her work; it was wonderful.
Harley was interrupted in her observation of the room by Joker striding in. "How quaint" He said, rolling his eyes at the room. "Get dressed up, Daddy's taking you to the club tonight" He ordered. Harley beamed and threw her arms around his neck "I'll dress up real pretty for you, Mister J" She said, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Joker disentangled himself from Harley, and smacked her behind as he laughed and left the room. Harley's behind stung slightly as she dashed to her clothing racks, looking for an appropriate outfit. Harley shed her clothes where she stood, changing into a racy black underwear set before pulling clothes from the rack.
Harley pulled on a tight red crop top, she loved the feeling of the silk against her skin. Harley hummed as she selected a pair of high-waisted black shorts that cut high up on her behind. Harley began picking through her new shoes, a beautiful pair of tall scarlet heels finished off the outfit. Harley jumped experimentally in her shoes, finding them easy enough to move in.
Harley's favourite part of getting ready was experimenting with different, bold makeup and hair styles. She had never allowed herself to dress up, when she had been Harleen. Harley sat at her vanity and curled her hair into lovely curls, she tugged at her white blonde hair, it needed more colour. Harley applied her makeup carefully, with bold red eye shadow lined by dramatic winged eyeliner, and black mascara. She painted her rosy lips a blood red, turning her pale face in the mirror, Harley decided it was perfect.
She would like to liven up her look, she decided, standing to twirl in front of the mirror. She wanted colour in her hair, and perhaps tattoos across her smooth skin. Thinking about this, Harley made her way to find Joker. He was seated in the lounge, reading a newspaper. He was dressed in his tight black pants, a long, open, shiny purple coat, and beautiful black dress shoes. He growled at Harley as he caught sight of her, standing with a smooth motion as he picked up an elegant red skull topped cane.
"You look ravishing" Joker slurred slightly, leaning forward on his cane. Harley blew him a kiss, giggling as he again mimicked shooting it out of the air. "Are we going to the club now, Puddin'?" She asked, bouncing over to the elevator without waiting for an answer. Joker pressed his finger to the elevator scanner without answering, though he threw a shark toothed smile at her.
Joker chose a sleek dark green Ferrari to ride in this time, the interior was completely black leather, with purple accents. Harley preferred the Lamborghini, but this car was undeniably beautiful, she thought as she slid into the passenger seat without hesitation. The night was cool and foggy, as Joker and Harley drove towards Jokers club, a slight drizzle had started misting down upon the surprisingly busy streets, it must be a Friday she thought.
The club had a plain, dark brick exterior, Harley noticed as Joker pulled up in front of the club. A large, illuminated sign glowed brightly above the entrance, Harley stepped out of the car and tried to crane her neck to read it, but could only make out the word grin. Harley exited the car and bounced around to join Joker on the sidewalk.
Harley wrapped her arms around one of Joker's own, as he made his way to the entrance. Two enormous men stood at the door, with only a glance at Joker they opened the doors to the club "Glad you're back Mister Joker" One of then men said, his voice like gravel. Joker nodded once at the man before sweeping inside the club.
They entered to the dim lighting of the side of a large dance floor, dark tiled flooring was covered in the bodies of people dancing closely together to the beat of the thumping bass of music played by a masked DJ, which ran through Harley's body, putting a bounce in her step. The walls were golden, with golden chains hanging from the ceiling, alongside glass cages, some of which contained dancing men and woman. A dark wooden bar stood to the side, surrounded by swaying clubbers.
People parted for Joker like the red sea as he made his way past the dance floor, tugging Harley along with him. He walked to the back of the room, where a wide staircase was guarded by two more large guards, who unclipped a red velvet rope without a word, stepping aside to let Joker and Harley through.
The staircase led to a platform room, a level above the dance floor, with individual booths surrounded by golden chains overlooking the bar and dance floor below. A smaller bar sat to the side of the room with a well dressed man stood regally behind the bar. Joker walked to the center booth, he pulled aside the golden chains and waited for Harley to enter the booth before letting the gold chains swing shut.
The booth was divided by more golden chains, a pale gold 'C' shaped couch lined the area. Overhead hung a beautiful, twinkling chandelier, lighting the booth in a hazy glow. Harley spun around, before seating herself on the back of the couch. Joker sat lazily back on the couch beside Harley. Not a moment later, Frost and another man Harley didn't know entered the booth.
"Nice to see you back, Boss" The man Harley didn't know said, nodding his head at Joker. Joker ignored the man's words "Get me a whiskey, double. And whatever the lady wants" He said instead, winking exaggeratedly at Harley, who laughed. "Hi, Harley Quinn, nice to meet 'cha. I want a Pina Colada" Harley said cheerily, leaning to kiss Jokers cheek when he laughed loudly at her request.
Frost sat down stiffly across from Joker, and they began talking about business. Harley quickly grew bored of the conversation, and glanced around at the dance floor. "Puddin' can I go dance?" Harley asked sweetly, Joker rolled his eyes at the interruption, pinching her thigh slightly as he rested his hand on it "Dance in the glass cage, if I see anyone touching you, I'll cut their hands off" He replied, laughing loudly.
Harley bounced to her feet happily, she pressed a kiss to Jokers lips in thank you before hurrying out of the booth, she glanced around. The glass cages looked like they had to be lowered, well that was no fun, Harley thought. She moved to the edge of the raised floor and tested the chains hanging from the ceiling. Grasping tightly Harley swung herself up onto the chains, climbing up, Harley stopped level with one of the glass cages, pushing the door open she swung herself into the cage.
Harley closed the door behind her and looked around, below she could see the masses of writhing bodies, at the bar she could see a bartender brandishing a bat at a belligerent customer, beside her she could see Joker talking with Frost. She listened to the beat of the music for a moment, before letting go and dancing slowly. Harley twisted and grinded, her years of gymnastics giving her a natural talent to move smoothly, in an almost cat like fashion.
Harley was lost in her dancing, she vaguely noticed the eyes watching her as she caught the attention of the crowd. She didn't know how long she had been in the cage, as she teased the crowd below her with sensual dancing, when she heard a loud whistle. Joker motioned for her to come to him, a dark smile on his face revealing all of his silver teeth.
Harley complied quickly, swinging across the chains with ease to the upper floor. Harley skipped into Jokers both, sitting back on the top of the couch "You called Mister J? She asked, taking note of Frost and a lanky brunette man she had not seen before.
"Harley Quinn! This, uh, man here was just asking when he would get a turn with you, so why don't you show him a good time, baby?" He asked, the dangerous glint in his eyes and accompanying grin informing Harley of how pissed off he was. Harley bounced over to the man, swinging her legs over his lap "You wanted to play with me?" She asked sweetly, her insides churning in excitement at the idea of what Joker would do to the man.
The man grinned, seemingly oblivious of Jokers anger. He placed a hand on Harleys thigh but removed it quickly at the sound of Jokers slow laugh. He looked nervous suddenly, but was cut off from talking by Joker "What, you don't like my Harlequin?" He asked, Harley pouted and pulled away, moving to Joker's side "How rude" Harley said.
"See, the lovely lady is mine. I don't like people touching my things" He announced, raising a gun. The man looked terrified, and opened his mouth once more to speak, but was cut off by Joker unloading bullets into his head. Harley stepped forward and tugged the expensive silver watch from his wrist, displaying it proudly to Joker before slipping it onto her own wrist alongside the golden one she had taken before. Joker laughed loudly, pulling Harley into a kiss roughly before sitting back in his seat "Get rid of the body" He called to goons lingering around the area, who hurried to drag the man away.
Harley leaned to take her Pina Colada, which had been left on the small ledge behind the booth, and began downing it quickly. "Come play with me Puddin'" She said, abandoning her empty cup. "Don't be needy, sugar. Daddy has important business to take care of" He dismissed, waving a hand at her. "Please, Mister J. Just for a little while" She pouted. Joker rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically "You're being annoying, baby, go get a drink" He said, shoving Harley along the couch slightly.
Harley frowned, if he wasn't going to pay attention, she was going to make him. Harley strode out of the booth without a word, walking determinedly to the lower floor, where she jumped onto the bar, reached below the counter, and pulled out the baseball bat. Harley could feel eyes burning into her from Jokers booth as she exited the club into the drizzling night.
Harley studied Jokers car for a moment, before raising the bat and smashing out the closest window. She continued on smashing into the car, until she stopped to catch her breath. She was spun around abruptly, Jokers face an inch from her own, he clenched his hand around her throat and pulled her as close as he could.
Joker tightened his grip on Harley's throat, the choker necklace she wore imprinting onto her skin. Harley struggled to breathe as he brought his lips to her ear "Bad girl" He muttered before he pulled back and laughed loudly "You missed a spot baby" He rasped, motioning to the hood of his car. Harley followed his gesture with her eyes and picked up the bat, smashing in the hood thoroughly.
Harley and Joker began laughing maniacally, as Harley pulled Joker into a passionate kiss "Forgive me Puddin'?" She asked, beaming at him. Joker cackled "Do it again and I'll teach you a lesson you'll, uh, never forget" He growled, before baring his silver teeth at her in a dangerous smile. Harley kissed his cheek happily as he pulled her back into the club, an arm slung possessively over her shoulder.