I woke up. I thought for sure I would be dead but as my eyes focused I saw I was once again in Joker's room. This time he was here. He sat in a chair across the bed. "Mr. J?" He looked up. His skin was bleached white and his green hair was brighter.
"Harley, God you're so good." He paused, balling his hands into fists. "To me and I almost killed you."
"How'd I get out?"
"I came in after you of course."
"Oh baby," I was flattered. He handed me a portable mirror and I saw my once normal skin was bleached white as well. My blond hair was almost white.
"You're still beautiful." I threw the mirror aside and reached my hands towards him. Joker raced to take my hands in his. They were cold. " How can I make it up to you, Doll?"
"Be mine." I was smiling at him and he smiled back.
"You're my queen, I'm your king." I bit my lip and smiled even wider. His lips crashed against mine. I've been waiting for this moment. I kissed him back and we were eating each other up. He pushed me back against the bed and threw his shirt over his head. Joker had a new tattoo on the back of his hand, it was a teethy smile with red lips. He pressed his hand over my mouth. "Don't mistake me for weak. I went after you because I need you for missions I have coming up." He lied. I could tell he was lying. There was more than lust in his eyes. He kissed me again and kept kissing me. Everywhere skin showed his lips touched. His mouth was hot on me. I gasped as he nipped at my shoulder. "Don't.. make.. a .. sound."
I nodded. But his lips wandered elsewhere and I whimpered. He pulled my hair and I closed my mouth. His hands were touching me and his lips kissing me. I wanted more of him but there was no more to have. I cried out and earned a slap across the face. "I told you don't make a sound." He pretended to look angry but his eyes were soft. I bit my lip and felt him shiver against me. He liked that. I placed myself on top of him and stretched my hands up. He liked that too. His eyes were wild.
"Puddin, what're you thinking about?"
"All I can possibly think about is you." I got off the bed with a smile on my face and went off to shower, leaving the Joker breathless.
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I came out in a black and gold sparkling dress and heels. Joker had on an open dark button up and a purple duster coat. We drove to a fancy club. He wanted me to meet his friends. I sat at the bar waiting. I wanted to dance. "I have some business to take care of sweets."
"I'm gonna go dance then." He eyed me. "I'll be good." I laughed. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tight against him.
"You had better be careful no one touches you. You are mine." I bit the air at him and he smirked. When I saw what booth he was sitting at I decided to dance a little closer to him this time. I saw a two men in suits sit down in front of him. They looked much out of place. I took a couple shots at the bar before returning to the dance floor. I knew I was good and I knew I had all eyes on me. There was a pole on a mini stage in the middle of the booths so I chuckled to myself as I approached it.
"Mind if I borrow this?" I asked one of the strippers.
"Dance your heart out, girl."
Joker was half paying attention to the men he was doing business with because I caught his attention. The one man was looking down at his drink but the other, the one with the gray suit was staring at me hungry for me. I could tell. Joker noticed. He waved me over. I skipped over and leaned on the booth. "Hey Puddin." The other man, in the black suit, was looking at me now too.
"I think this young man fancies you, my dear."
"Is that so, Puddin?"
The man in the gray suit sat up straight, shaking his head. "You got it all wrong, I didn't know this was your girl."
That's when the man in the black suit spoke up. "I knew. I could tell. She's hot stuff I'll tell you that, I'd hit it. But she seems a bit stupid to be the infamous Joker's girl." My jaw dropped. Joker was up pinning the man against the wall in seconds.
"Some fucking guts you got there, disrespecting my Harley Quinn." Joker snarled. He was beyond mad. He was vivid. The man in the gray suit stayed quiet. He was smarter.
"Just tellin ya." He winked at me. Oh jeez.
"No one... no one disrespects or insults the queen." That's my Puddin.
"Queen of what? Whores?"
Joker had his knife pressing more and more into the guy's stomach and now he was turning it. "Queen of Gotham City. My queen. My Harley."
"You're screwed now tuts." I said to the almost dead man. I laughed as the man fell under Joker's fingertips and died on the floor.
"Too bad. I almost had a done deal." The gray suit man gulped. "Don't worry, we still have a deal. He's just not in it anymore." Joker smiled and stood up to pull me against him. Gray suit stared at us as we kissed heavily. "You can go now." Joker said to the man, annoyed. He scurried off and we both laughed. A lot.