I know, I know.

I have been really slow with this Chapter but i have been working overnights and that really messes with my body so I am like tired 24/7 after. Still tired now but I have so many more stories and one shots planned for this couple that I just can't contain it.

Hope you all enjoy this Chapter

Nessa

Chapter 23

She had been trying not to let the Joker know that she was moping but ever since the games night with their friends she felt even more useless. He had thanked her a multitude of times for creating the evening all in one day but she couldn't bring herself to be happy at his gratitude, it was always displaced by the sounds of their laughter. No one around here took her seriously, she was just the Joker's good-looking accomplice, and even Ivy laughed at her.

Was she really good for anything other than looking pretty and tricking men into giving the Joker what he wanted from them, was she only just a toy to him? He had been in his office all day, trying to avoid her no doubt, and had only come out for food and drink. The couch was beginning to sink to her frame for how long she had been sat there, staring at the same channel for hours. What was the point in changing it? There was just going to be some useless news report about B-man or some show on some other friendship group that did crazy shit together. What was the point in trying anymore?

Harley sulked around the house until late hours of the afternoon, trying to find jobs to do or things to keep her occupied but she had thoroughly cleaned the house yesterday and the boys had finally taken all of her nagging on and had cleaned up after themselves. She had nothing to do and no one to cook for other than her and J, and he didn't seem to be coming out to soon. Sighing for the hundredth time today, Harley headed for the kitchen to prepare dinner, at least then she would have an excuse to see if J was still mad at her or if he had finally gotten over his grump.

Once the food was cooked Harley plated the Joker's serving and sauntered over to his office, determined to make at least a little conversation with him. "Puddin'? I got you food…" Harley called through the door and she heard the quiet growl of annoyance from the other side of the wood, she was used to it by now. The door swung open and Harley saw that J was talking to someone, the phone was wedged between his ear and his shoulder, and his arms were full of pieces of paper that looked to be scribbled on, as if he were testing his pen thirty times over. He turned to the side to let her in and then carried on his phone call outside, not letting her hear his conversation.

Harley sat in the Joker's chair, watching the steam rise off of the food on his plate whilst she waited for him to come back in the room, tapping her finger nails impatiently on the desk. His food was going to get cold if he didn't hurry up and she wasn't going to cook him all new stuff.

He waltzed back in and glared at Harley, indication for her to get the fuck out of his seat and into her own. She jumped up and sat across from him as he tucked in, without another word spoken to her. "Haven't ya got some, Harls?" He finally spoke once he had pretty much inhaled all of the food she prepared for him.

"Not hungry." She muttered, not looking up from the piece of frayed cotton she was tugging at on her top.

"Harley, you're getting too thin, you don't eat enough. Eat." His voice was stern and she knew that she shouldn't argue with him, but why would he care? She was just a stupid hench wench after all.

"No, I'm okay. Just not hungry." She carried on picking at the strayed thread until she felt cool fingers lift her chin and she was forced to look into the ice blue eyes of her lover.

"What's wrong with you Harls, you aint got that pretty smile I like so much." His compliment made her insides warm but she couldn't let him sweet talk her into believing in him again, he had made fun of her.

"I just aint happy anymore, that's all." She looked anywhere but at him, not wanting to see the anger in his eyes.

"You aint happy? You aint happy! I give you everything you ungrateful little slut. I opened my home up to you, and 'you aint happy anymore'." He mocked her voice, his own rising louder and louder as he speaks. Harley sinks back into the chair more, wishing she had thought her words out better before opening her stupid mouth.

"No Mistah J you got it all wrong, I am happy with ya I promise…I just feel…. Useless." Harley raises her hands up in surrender, like prisoners do when they know they've been caught.

"Useless? You aren't useless cupcake." His voice simmered down to a purr, "just yesterday you came up with a brilliant idea." The Joker tried to reason with her.

"Look J, a poker evening aint what I got in mind for being useful, I wanna help you with the big stuff, like getting the bat and his bird boy." Harley muttered, pouting.

"Pooh, you don't understand." He lifted her chin forcefully, his fingers clutching hard and leaving a bruise for sure. "Your other idea last night was brilliant, I have been on the phone with Floyd and Oswald all day. We're gonna create and anti-justice league Harls, we gonna take down the bat and his whole squad of pubescent children. All because of your brilliant idea Harley Quinn, daddy is so proud of you." He kisses her cheek softly, almost lovingly and then lets go of her chin completely, walking round and sitting at his desk chair again.

"Wait-what? You're actually going to create the bad guy group I though of? You actually liked my idea?" Her body flushed with pleasure at Mr. J's compliment and she couldn't hide the smile that was creeping onto her face.

"Sure, I mean at first we all thought it was a horrible idea, loads of bad guys working together surely couldn't end well. Then today I got to thinking and decided that maybe having all of our skills in one place surely can't be that bad an idea, I mean it makes sense really. Nygma is a genius, one that could easily trick the bat into turning up anywhere we want. Oswald is crazy, almost as much as us, but he has money to spare and that means top end weapons. Deadshot, he's the best shooter I ever saw and we need that, precision shooting is a big advantage. Harvey, well he wasn't up for it at first, ya know what he's like, rather not get involved than get his hands dirty, but when I told him that it would make plant woman happy…well he snapped it up like it was a Christmas present. Unfortunately that meant I had to have a very unwanted conversation with the weed but that's a price I was willing to pay to finally take down B-man and his merry band of children. As for you Harls, well you're pretty; you'll be able to take down men just by a smile. Not to mention those gymnastic skills of yours will prove most helpful. Ya see toots, you're idea really was genius." Harley's smile turned into a full-blown beam of happiness and she squealed, launching herself into the Joker's lap before he could protest. He wrapped his arms around her and snuggled her into his side, giving her a rare moment of affection.

"Good job Pooh, you really are worth more than I thought." He tapped her nose lovingly and then stood her up, ushering her away so he could work on his plans some more. Harley didn't even care that she was once again being banished from the Joker's office. He had let her hug him; he had told her she was useful. He really did want her around.

A/N So no this is not like an alternative Suicide Squad or anything, it's just a different line of action. This story still does lead up to Suicide Squad so please bare with. Show me some love in reviews and follows/favourites? Mad love to you all