Author's Note: Only a short chapter sorry, it's kind of a filler, but there are some important shows of Joker and Harley's relationship in here. If there are any questions about anything (or comments that you actually want me to answer) just mention it, and I'll add it in with a chapter (since I refuse to post if there is not a chapter for you all, I know how annoying that can be).
Chapter Twenty One.
It was late when Joker and Harley pulled back into the garage. The goons had already arrived and had unloaded the artwork under Frosts direction, Frost himself had brought the works up to Jokers apartment, as he was one of the three people allowed access. Jokers face was stern as he exited his car, Harley following quickly.
One of the the goons looked up from the plethora of drugs and alcohol in the corner of the room and stood "Boss your arm is all cut up, I can stitch-" The man was cut off by Joker pulling a glinting blade from his jacket and stabbing the man in the throat, Joker withdrew the knife with a sickening shlick sound and pierced it through the man's eye. The goon dropped to the ground, a sickening gurgling sound escaping the man's gushing throat.
It was silent for a moment before Joker rolled his eyes "Oh would you look at that, such a mess. Well an eye for an eye, and, uh, all that" He said, laughing loudly, the goons did not look bothered by the gruesome murder, two of the men began dragging away the body , as the rest returned to their vices. Frost studied Joker for a moment, though did not say anything. Joker rolled his eyes "Harleys done it before, she'll do it. Anyone else suggests touching me I'll cut off your fingers and feed them to you" Joker added, laughing loudly, cold mania in his tone.
Harley glanced at Jokers arm as they walked into the elevator, it was still bleeding steadily, though it had slowed some. The cut looked quite deep, it would need stitches she thought, anger raging through her suddenly at the thought of anyone harming Joker. Once the gleaming elevators had slid open to the lounge, Harley pulled at Joker slightly leading him to the couch.
"Puddin'? I'm going to stitch that up for you" Harley stated, a faint cautiousness in the back of her brain at what Joker had done to the goon for just pointing out his injury. Joker studied Harley for a moment "Looking after your Mister J again?" He laughed, a hint of a sneer in his tone "The kit is in the bathroom, under the sink" He complied, after a moment of silence.
Harley hurried off to collect the kit, a large black bag with much more extensive, and some probably illegal, medical supplies than any other she had seen. Harley made her way back to Joker quickly and kneeled beside him. She rummaged through the bag and found an abundant supply of lollipops amongst the kit. Harley snapped on a pair of gloves, telling Joker to take off his shirt and jacket as she knew he would not respond kindly to her attempting to help him.
Harley wiped at the wound, and sprayed an antiseptic formula on his wound once he had removed the clothing from his upper body. Harley hummed as she pressed a clean syringe into a jar of a local anesthetic solution. Harley injected Joker quickly, to lessen the pain, and began threading a needle. Harley sewed with nimble fingers, creating neat, small stitches. When she was finally done she bent and kissed the stitches audibly, and bandaged his arm as Joker laughed.
Discarding the used supplies, Harley picked up a green lollipop from the medical supply kit and sat herself on Jokers lap, "For being a good boy" She winked as she handed the lollipop to Joker, who took it and popped it in his mouth, cackling all the while "Mmm you know you like your Mister J bad" He slurred roughly. Harley winked and pressed her lips to his firmly around the lollipop, the taste of apple tinging their kiss.
"I have a nurses outfit somewhere, go to bed and I'll put it on" Harley purred, she knew better than to order him around, teasing and subtle manipulation worked much better. Joker flashed his silver toothed smiled at Harley and chased her to their bedroom with a growl.
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The next night lead Harley and Joker to Joker's club, his usual business deals were interesting, as word seemed to have spread about 'Joker's Queen' and the fate that would accompany anyone who disrespected her. Harley spent her time for the first part of the night dancing in the glass boxes suspended over the ceiling, sometimes she would leave the case to swing her body through the golden chains as though it was water, attracting attention and gasps from her antics.
Harley's eyes were drawn to the bar, a tall man with flawless make up looked bored behind the bar, as he mixed vodka tonics and jack and cokes. A snap decision had Harley twirling to the dance floor below and dancing through the thrumming crowd of drunken clubbers. Harley was soon hopping over the bar, where she then perched herself on the edge of the bar. The man raised a perfect dark eyebrow at her, a stark contrast to his bleached hair, even with the dark roots growing through, this was Harleys kind of person.
"Harley Quinn, nice to meet 'cha" She chirped, ignoring the customers behind her, the small silver playsuit she was wearing, accompanied by her favourite pigtails, her 'Puddin' choker, and her seat on the bar, were bound to draw attention. "I'm Blue" He responded, as he mixed a pink concoction with only quick glances at what he was doing. "Well there's no need to be blue anymore, I'm here!" Harley sung, laughing at her own joke.
Blue snorted and handed Harley the drink without a word. Harley took a long sip "I want to make drinks, will you show me how Boo?" Harley asked, her new found desire to bartend taking hold "You're Harlequin, I'm not going to say no. But really? 'Boo'?" Blue responded snappily, though there was a smirk in place on his face.
Harley clapped "Everyone needs a nickname Boo. Yay!" She cheered, hopping down from the bar and saluting Blue "What first?" She asked. The night was spent with Blue showing Harley how to make any number of cocktails and drinks, and Harley in turn making whatever drink she felt like for the customers, completely ignoring what they ordered.
Blue was a funny man, most of his comments held a hint of snap to them, but he had a dark sense of humour and did not seem to be scared of Harley, so she had dubbed him her new friend (to which he had snorted and informed her that as long as she entertained him at work he would keep her around). Harley had a wonderful time behind the bar, she had pulled her gun a couple times (it was a beautiful rose gold thing that Joker had gifted her earlier) when drunken bar goers had made a comment she didn't like, but had spent most of her efforts on making new cocktails.
Harley spared a glance up at Jokers booth occasionally, he was talking to some drug dealing mobster. The mobster was accompanied by hookers, who surrounded him like a sleazy fog, though one seemed to be trying to get the attention of Joker. Harley frowned at the display, Joker was ignoring the woman's desperate attempts at flashing her legs and chest, but it did not make Harley happy. "Well now, we can't have that" Harley said aloud, leaping over the bar and striding up the stairs into the VIP area.
Harley grabbed her bat from against the wall, where she had left a guard in charge of it, and swung it over her shoulder as she walked confidently into the booth. The attention on all in the booth flickered to Harley as she beamed, before lifting her bat and swinging it at the desperate womans head. Harley hit the woman three more times, until the screaming woman fell silent and slid off of the couch onto the floor. "I don't share" Harley stated, before blowing a kiss to Joker, who mimicked shooting it out of the air while he laughed loudly.
The mobster looked startled, though he had not moved from his seat, while the women around him appeared terrified and scooted as far away from Harley and Joker as possible. "The one and only Harlequin!" Joker called before dropping his voice to a mock growling whisper "She gets jealous". Joker laughed once more, as Harley grinned and perched herself on his lap "She looked like she wanted to play, she just didn't get to choose who with" Harley said, twirling her pink hair around her slim fingers.
Joker flashed his silver teeth at this, as two men came into the booth and removed the woman's body. The mobster had not spoken as Joker and Harley had interacted, his scarred face pulled back in a carefully stoic expression "She was a good worker" The man said eventually, before throwing his hands out in an 'oh well' motion, clearly pushing back his anger in fear of Jokers retaliation.
"Go make daddy a drink, Harley. Something sweet" Joker said, shoving Harley smoothly off of his lap. Harley nodded quickly, excited that Joker had noticed that she had been behind the bar, and hurried back to Blue behind the bar. Harley ignored the look that Blue sent her while she mixed an impressive blue concoction, she made it extra strong and extra sweet for Joker. "Did you really need to beat the hussie to death?" Blue questioned, interrupting Harleys humming as she decided on a straw.
Blue had clearly seen a lot while working in Jokers club, it was common knowledge that you would see horrible things while working here, but the pay was good and the shifts were decent. Harley laughed "I don't share" She repeated. Taking an experimental sip of the drink she had made, it was perfect, strong enough to knock a lightweight on their ass. Blue snorted as he turned back to his work, and Harley made her way carefully back to Joker.
Harley didn't feel too much of a buzz when she drank, she thought it was to do with the chemicals she had jumped into. Along with providing a resistance to most toxins, and her freedom to express her sparkling (and psychotic) personality, Harley suspected it weakened the effect of drugs; such as alcohol. Harley seated herself happily beside Joker and presented the drink to him. He rolled his eyes at the huge blue drink, but took a sip. He raised a hairless eyebrow and nodded, letting out a laugh. Harley beamed and took another sip at the drink, twirling the straw around her lips and tongue seductively.
Joker motioned for the mobster to leave, he complied quickly with his hookers following him like strung out ducklings. Joker took the drink from Harley's hands and took a long sip, before placing it on the ledge. He flashed his teeth at her in a deadly grin, running his tongue along his silver smile, and gripped a hand around her throat firmly.
Harley gasped for air slightly, but made no move to remove his bruising grip. "Try not to, uh, interrupt my meetings. As beautiful as you beating brains in, or should I say out, is, it's distracting" He growled, his voice as velvety as ever. Harley nodded, beaming at him as he dropped his hand. He might be a mad man, but he was her mad man. "You know you love it, Mister J" Harley answered, moving to straddle him. Joker laughed loudly as he nipped at Harleys lips, earning a round of dizzying laughter from Harley; the crazy pair back in their own twisted, intoxicating world.