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Chapter 26

It was the big day in for Joker's new band of misfits and Harley could feel the tension in the hideout as all of the men began work on the final touches. They were waiting for the other villains to turn up so they could prepare themselves properly but that was few hours away and until then J had hid himself in his office.

Harley had condoned herself to being alone until the time came that Joker decided it was time to show his face, probably around the same time as her new found friends would show up. She decided that if she was going to be alone she may as well make sure she looked perfect for her mission, even if she was just a driver.

There was too many outfits Harley could have worn for this occasion, her jester suit from their first mission, her skirt and corset she wore when they kidnapped Gordon, or her leather outfit she wore when Batsy tried to stop her and Mistah J from invading the army base. But Harley knew exactly what outfit was needed for this special day, and it was one her Puddin' loved the most.

She grinned as she hooked out the fishnet tights and the sparkly hotpants, the top was torn and haphazardly sewn back together from previous scraps with the Bat. A few additions had been made over the month, her cuffs she now wore proudly on her wrists, the paperclip earring she had made whilst bored in the club one day and of course the collar that her Joker had bought her only weeks ago.

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"Harley!" She heard him call from his office and she jumped from her place on the sofa, not wanting to keep him waiting. She raced down the hall, her fluffy socks causing her to slip slightly on the laminate and her hair flowing behind her as she ran at full speed. She all but collapsed into his office without even waiting to knock on the door.

"Yes puddin'?" She panted, a look of concern gracing her pale face and the Joker's face a mirage of amusement.

"Daddy has a present for you baby, did you want to see?" He grinned playfully, knowing Harley would be bouncing of the walls.

"Yes! What'ya get? Lettme see!" She squealed and crawled onto the desk, sitting on her knees like a puppy awaiting the scraps of the meal.

"Here." He handed her the long box and she grinned, tearing the lid off the box eagerly. Inside laid a perfect gold leather choker with the word 'Puddin' attached in large gold letters. Harley could feel her eyes brimming over with tears and she looked at the Joker with as much as appreciation as she could master.

"Puddin'! I love it! Can ya put it on me?" She turned around on her knees, thrusting the chunky leather band at the Joker and pulling her hair into a make-shift pony tail with her hand. His soft chuckle sounded behind her and she felt the cold leather strap touch her skin before being secured around her neck. It wasn't comfortable, not one bit, the thickness of the leather made it unbendable and that meant her neck was forever stretched out. The clasp only had two holes and both of them fit her neck snuggly so it was like being slightly choked the whole time, but her Puddin' had bought it for her so she was going to wear it gratefully.

"I only want you wearing this when we are out on missions, even if you're wearing that all in one suit, I will know if you have it on underneath and it better be there, you hear me Harley?" He pulled her around to look at him and there was an unmistakable fire in his eyes, he liked her like this.

"Yes daddy," She purred and his grin grew wide, yanking her off the table into his waiting lap, his hand around her decorated neck, doing the choking her new piece of jewelry just couldn't seem to do the same way.

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She clutched the small piece of metal in her hands and sighed as she looked at leather, there was so much meaning behind this one small piece of alone and she often wondered if her life would ever be normal again. Shaking off any such thoughts, Harley tightened the laces on her boots and sashayed out of her shared room with the Joker, smiling wide at the goon that was packing up the guns in the room after hers.

She whistled as she walked, looking around the too quiet home and sighing, J wouldn't let her get a dog, hell he wouldn't let her get a goldfish, so she was usually pretty lonely. She settled down to watch television until the time arose that Joker and the group all turned up in her presence ready to go along with the plan. She didn't need to worry about filling up the van or making sure everything was ready, Joker's goons would've taken care of that.

"Where's Harley? Someone get her." She could hear the Joker's voice boom over the silence of the home and she got up, her heels clipping on the floor as she curtly walked to where the sound of his voice could be heard. He was in the small armory they had at the bottom of their home, in the cellar behind the small room they kept for 'interogations' and he was pacing up and down the room at an erratic pace.

"Puddin'? What's wrong?" Harley called as she made eye contact with the Joker, his eyes alight with emotions even she couldn't figure out.

"I have something for ya Harls, a little token of my appreciation." The Joker's smile widened and he held out his hand for her to take, anticipation and fear coursed through her bloodstream as she locked eyes with her deranged lover.

"What is it?" She asked quietly, too afraid to raise her voice much more than a whisper.

"Nothing to be scared of my peach," The Joker pinched her cheek lovingly and walked her over to a garment bag sitting on the chair adjacent to the small window.

"But I already gotta costume." She looked up questioningly at the Joker but he did not respond, only gestured her to open the bag with his hand. Confused and worried Harley carefully walked over to the chair, as if the whole floor was booby-trapped. She picked the small zipper up in between her fingers and slowly pulled the zipper down, revealing a brightly coloured Jacket in her outfit's signature colours. She squealed and ripped the jacket from the bag, whirling it around to display the golden embroidery 'Property of Joker' on the back. She grinned and hugged the piece to her body tightly before bounding over to the Joker and offering it to him to hold out. He obliged and she quickly slipped the garment over her arms, eagerly pulling it up her body and twirling around once it was in place.

Without another thought she threw herself at the Joker and wound her arms eagerly around his neck, giving him a tight hug. "I love it! Thank you puddin'" She kissed his cheek and released him, his smiling face greeting her at once.

"Now certain friends of ours will know exactly who you belong to." The Joker smiled evilly and Harley felt the familiar chill run down her spine, she loved when he got possessive.

"I belong to you Mistah J." She smiled and hung off of him like a scarf, looking up at him adoringly for the man and woman in the mirror to see.

"And Deadhead won't be able to forget it." J kissed her cheek and then straightened out his jacket, gazing at his purple suite in the mirror as Harley tightened her pigtails and licked lipstick off of her teeth.

"They're here." Harley muttered as she heard more motion coming from upstairs and she sauntered towards the door, waiting for her Joker to follow behind her. He pushed in front and held his head high as he welcomed their guests and went over the final plans for the night ahead, as Ivy slyly made her way from the crowd and towards Harley's side. Harley grabbed her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, letting her know that tonight Joker was on his best behavior, and Harley was perfectly happy.

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Thirty-eight and a half minutes Harley had been waiting. For a mission that was meant to take ten minutes for the best of the best this was sure taking them along time. She was beginning to think maybe she should've gone in after them but her human shield, in the shape of Jonny Frost, wasn't allowing her much thinking space.

"Maybe they're hurt." She tried to argue for the sixth time in the last five minutes, waiting for Jonny to crack under the pressure that was a Harley Quinn tirade.

"Miss Quinn, Boss told me to not letcha outta this van under any circumstances." Jonny said in a monotone voice, his head not lifting from his tablet that he was currently watching some match on.

"But he could be hurt, or Ivy, or B-man could've shown up and they could be hauling Mistah J's ass to Arkham right now." She shook her leg impatiently, checking the rear view mirrors again for any sign of the squad or of the Bat-mobile. If Bruce and his team of brats turned up they'd be toast.

"Ma'am I assure you, if the Boss was hurt, I'd know about it, and if the Bat turned up, we'd both know about-" Jonny was cut off by the sound of a car screeching into the parking lot of the museum and a familiar black blur coming to a halt by the entrance. "Shit," Jonny hissed and forced Harley's head down so she couldn't be seen, sinking himself to the floor in the back and getting out his phone. "This is Frost, get the boss and the team out of there, the caped crusader has paid us a visit." Jonny demanded in hushed tones before slamming the phone to the cab of the van, looking at Harley and putting his finger to his lips.

She nodded and waited for the sounds of a confrontation, anticipating the blare of the alarms as they rushed to get out, or her lovers cackle as the bat laid into him. There was none of that though, and an eerie silence blanketed her and Frost in uncertainty. Their eyes met and both of them had the same thought, the Joker didn't go down without a fight.

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