Last chapter everyone! I just want to thank you for all your support, it means the world to me.

I've mentioned it before but honestly I was terrified in uploading the first chapter of this story. But I finally did it after sitting on the first chapter for months before I uploaded it. Thank you so, so, so much for your reviews/favs/follows its given me the confidence to write more! I hope you've enjoyed this story and although there was a bit of scepticism on whether Jared Leto would do the Joker justice in the upcoming film and in all honestly I was one of those people. But I think he'll smash it! So excited for the Suicide Squad film to come out!

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LOVE YOU! X *Warning- Cringey singing below*

Joker woke late that morning, he rolled over and stretched out hoping to see his girl next to him. But the her side of the bed was empty.

He sat bolt upright and rubbed his eyes, J smiled when he heard running water and music coming from the bathroom.

J threw his legs over the side of the bed, and chuckled to himself when he saw his handcuffs still fastened to the headboard, and a blindfold and tie scattered on the floor. He laughed even harder when he put weight on his aching legs.

Fuck, that hurts.

Moving closer towards the bathroom he heard some Harley's light singing. Her phone was laying on the sink playing a variety of different music.

'You don't own me,

I'm not just one of your many toys,

You don't own me,

Don't say I can't go with other boys..'

Joker leaned against the doorway, smiling. "Oh the irony.." He chuckled to himself, ruffling his hair.

Harley was singing every single word, including the rap, she had it down to a T. She had her eyes closed as she massaged shampoo into her hair, not noticing or even caring that J might hear her. These where the times she relished, little things that made her life happier, even before she met J, she always looked foward to a little 'Me time.'

'I don't tell you what to say,

I don't tell you what to do,

So just let me be myself,

That's all I ask of you,

I'm young and I love to be young,

I'm free and I love to be free,

To live my life the way I want,

To say and do whatever I please,

You don't own me-''

The song gradually ended and Harley turned her body around to face the door, she was startled by the sight of Joker leaning against the doorframe watching her with his intense green eyes.

"Shit!" Harley jumped and almost slipped over.

"Easy there slugger." J pushed himself off the door and walked towards her, she looked slighlty embarrassed but that soon disappeared when J hit the playback button and stepped into the shower with her.

"I'll rap this time." He pressed himself into her back and whispered into her ear but she couldn't concentrate on the song.

'I can always have just what I want,

She's the baddest I would love to flaunt,

Take her shopping you know Yves Saint Laurent.'

Joker ran his hands up her back and into her hair, he began to knead her scalp. Harley moaned and leant her head on his shoulder, loving the manipulation of his fingers.

'Independant woman she ain't for the shelf,

No,

she's the one, smoke with her till the weed is gone,

Stayin' up until we see the sun,

Baddest ever, I swear she do it better than I've ever seen it done,

Never borrow, she ain't ever loan,

That's when she told me she ain't never ever, ever, ever, gunna be owned.'

J rapped the words softly into her ear, nipping her lope with his grill. All Harley did was laugh, he was good, but the words didn't suit him, not at all.

"What's so funny? I thought I was killing it."

"Yeah your killing it alright..." She giggled then turned to face him. "My prefect weirdo."

"Damn right."

She pressed a deep wet kiss on his lips, tongues briefly dancing until she pulled away to rinse her hair.

"How long have you been awake?" He asked starting to wash his own hair.

"Mmm.. On and off since 3am."

"What!?" He was truthfully astonished. "Didn't I tire you out enough last night?"

"Hell yeah.." She smirked.

"Why couldn't you sleep?" Joker grabbed her shoulders and swapped positions with her, so his head was now under the running water.

"I had a bad dream, then my head wouldn't shut up." Harley tapped her forehead then looked down to the floor.

He lifted her chin up with his hand. "Voices?"

She nodded her head up and down, she felt stupid talking about it with him, he probably had these nightmares and voices all the time, and here she was complaining.

"Don't worry pumpkin, you'll learn to ignore it." He turned his attention back to his hair. "Sometimes you can use them to your advantage.."

"How so?" Harley raised a brow.

"They'll help you with decisions." He shrugged "They'll be your back up. There's only one person you can truly rely on in this world and that's yourself."

"And you." She smiled and moved closer to him, wrapping her arms round his neck.

"And me."

Joker knew he had to change the subject before she mentioned the 'L' word again. He couldn't avoid it forever but he could try.

"Harls, I'm going out today, so while I'm gone I'd like you to continue with your training."

"Uh okay." Harley removed her hands from him and stepped out of the shower, draping a towel around her body. "What kind of training?"

"Long range shooting and hand-to-hand combat." He followed her out of the shower. "Practice on your own, then when I get back I'll teach you everything."

"Can't you stay and help me?" Harley pulled her best puppy dog eyes.

"No. Those eyes ain't gunna change my mind, so stop pulling that face."

Damnit

"Fine. Where are you going then?" Harley grabbed her hair and twisted it, ringing out the excess water.

"I'm Just popping out to get a few bits. I won't be long."

"Can I come?" The eyes returned.

"No." He snapped, drying his hair with a towel.

"Why not?" She stopped and stared at him.

"Because I said so." Walking back into the bedroom, he started to dress in a black shirt and grey trousers, leaving his shirt slightly unbuttoned. J walked over to the floor length mirror and combed his hair back. He caught Harley's reflection.

"Don't look at me like that." He walked over towards the bed and slipped on his purple socks.

Harley quickly moved her glare away from him and rolled her eyes. "Like what?"

J sighed and walked towards her, he grabbed her face and looked deep into her eyes. "Just do as your told for once in your life."

He pressed a brief kiss on her lips and walked towards the door. "See you later." He slammed it behind him.

"God I hate that man." After drying her hair, Harley got dressed into a dark blue gym top and some black yoga pants. She pulled her hair up into pigtails and made her way down to the kitchen.

Stepping in she grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl. On the kitchen side she spotted J's ipod, it was a shiny gold colour and had an Ace of cards picture on the back.

"Typical." She placed his earphones in her ears and pressed play, to her suprise he had quite a diverse selection of music. From classical to 21st century chart hits.

Putting the ipod on shuffle she stuffed the banana down her throat and walked towards the gym. It was huge, the perfect amount of space for her to start practicing Hand-to-Hand combat, but first Harley decided to do some warm ups.

Harley backed against the wall and started running into the empty space in front of her. Suddenly lunging into handsprings. She hadn't practiced in a while, she missed the freedom it gave her, the feeling of weightlessness without the acid at the end of it.

After completing several moves she stopped to take a break. She walked around the gym, sipping on a bottle of water, and flicking through J's playlist. Harley noticed a purple boxing bag hanging in the right hand side of the room, she walked towards it, she placed her water down and picked up some boxing gloves.

Harley strapped them on tight and began swinging her fists loosely at the bag. She hurt herself more than the boxing bag. Her footing was all wrong and her punches where weak and unsteady.

"The movies make it look so easy!"

Harley swung her head round when she heard someone enter the room.

"J?" She asked, hopeful.

"Nope sorry, he won't be back for a long time." A familiar voice spoke.

"Hutch?" Harley began to feel uneasy.

"Bingo."

She backed against the wall and raised her fists, he began to laugh.

"Jesus Harley I ain't gunna hurt ya, I just came to use the weights." Hutch was dressed in grey sweatpants and a grey top, it fitted him well.. Very well.

"Oh sorry, it's just- Well..." Lowering her arms.

"I know we didn't get off to a very good start, but I figure your gunna be around here for a long time, so we may as well be civilized to each other." He shrugged and smiled gently and moved towards the weights.

"Fair play." Harley smiled back, turning her attention back to the boxing bag. About to raise her arms again, she realised she must of looked like an idiot.

"Err Hutch, I was wondering-"

He laughed and walked over. "Sure."

"Thanks."

Hutch walked behind her and physically moved her body into the fighting pose, once her posture was strong, he leaned over her body and raised her arms. His movements towards her reminded her of when J taught her how to shoot, and what happened afterwards...

Harley cleared her throat and glanced up at him, he wasn't looking at her, he was just focusing on the bag. He gestured her to throw a couple of punches and she did. But they where appalling.

"You need to put all your strength behind it." He moved her out of the way. "Here, let me show you."

Hutch slammed his fists into the bag forcefully, Harley watched in amazement. Her jaw slacked when she saw sweat drip down his bicep.

"Now you try." Hutch stopped and turned to her, he moved round to hold the bag in place, for her to take a swing at.

"Don't laugh!" She warned, she took up her pose again and threw some stronger punches, not enough to knock someone out but maybe just enough to hurt them.

"Better, but not good enough." He was blunt, this annoyed her.

"Excuse me?" Harley placed her hands on her hips.

"Look, if your gunna live with the Joker, share his life then you need to now how to defend yourself. You ain't gunna kill anyone doing a few flips in the air." Hutch stated rather bluntly.

"You saw that?" Harley raised a brow.

"I saw enough to know you have the strength, you just need to channel it." Steading himself against the bag. "Now try again."

"I can't." Harley looked defeated.

"Okay, well try and picture someone you hate..Who fucks you off most in this world?"

"J." She smiled.

"The boss?"

"Yeah the boss." She mocked in his voice.

"I don't get it...Why you with him if you hate him?" Hutch was getting awfully confused, this is why he didn't discuss emotions with women. Or anyone for that matter.

She played with the pink side of her hair. "It's a love, hate relationship.. We love to hate each other. That's why we work."

"I still don't get it.. Why?" Hutch was really confused now.

"Whatcha mean why?" Harley giggled.

"He hits you, I know he does, we all know he does. He threw you into a vat of chemicals for christ sake. How can you love someone who's done that to you?" He dropped the bag and moved towards her.

"You've obviously never been in love, not real love." Her brows furrowed "It's hard to explain..." She bit her lip trying to find the words. "He's a sexy psychotic version of Christian Grey and I love it."

"Christian Who?" Rubbing his temples, starting to regret even entering the gym in the first place.

"Fifty shades? Please tell me you've read Fifty shades?" Harley pleaded, loosing all faith in humanity.

"Nope can't say I have. Being the Joker's right hand man don't leave a lot of time to read erotic novels." Realising what he just said he burst out laughing. "And that ain't an invitation for you to tell me, I don't wanna know what you two get up to in bed. Lets make that perfectly clear."

"Awh and just when I though we where gunna braid each others hair and discuss boys." Harley pouted.

"Over my dead body."

"That can be arranged." She smirked lunging for a fake punch, she missed her footing and fell on the floor.

"Ow!" Harley laughed uncontrollably, hiding her face with her hands out of embarrassment.

"Your as crazy as he is." Hutch extended his hand for her to take, she did and he pulled her up to her feet. Harley was seeing a different side to Hutch, she thought he was a egotistical fuck who hated change and women. But she was wrong, he was a genuinely nice guy.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Harley stuck her tongue out playfully, but quickly retracted it when she heard J burst through the door.

"Harl good news- What the fuck is going on?" His expression changed from joyful to angry in under 0.5 seconds.

"Nothing Pud, Hutch was just teaching me how to box." Worried about his reaction she quickly pulled her hand away from Hutch's.

"Oh he was, was he?" Joker's eyes darted towards Hutch. J was holding a blue dress box, but he threw it on the floor and walked towards them both.

"Boss, I was just showing Harley how to throw a few punches." He held his arms up defensively. "That's all."

J tensed his right hand and threw his fist into Hutch's nose. A loud 'Crack' was heard and Hutch held his bleeding nose and quickly scurried off out the door. Not waiting for J to finish him off, which he was sure he was going to.

"How's that for a punch?" He shouted after Hutch.

Joker shaked his fist he turned his face towards Harley, his jaw was tense and his eyes burned with rage. "What the fuck do you think your playing at?"

Harley ignored him and looked at his bruised knuckle.

"That was hot." She grasped his shirt collar in her hands and pull him to her lips. J slammed her against the wall and kissed her back angrily.

"Ahh." Harley felt his fingers dig painfully into her thighs. She pulled away from him and furrowed her brows in an annoyed expression.

"Be thankful it wasn't a punch in the face." He raked his hair through with his fingers. "You like to see me jealous don't you Harley?" He spat.

Harley should of been afraid, very afraid but she could help her growing urge to push him to the floor and fuck him senseless.

"Now you mention it.. It is a huge turn on for me." She bit her lip, Joker slammed her back against the wall and kissed her hotly, making her moan and squirm against him. As soon as Harley grabbed his hair, he pulled away and walked towards the box he had thrown on the floor.

"Hey no fair!" She began to laugh when she noticed a bulge in his pants, he was trying so hard to ignore it.

"Present or sex? Your choice, but you can't have both." He carried the box over towards the table. He stood with his arms folded waiting her reply.

"Your a cruel man Joker." She walked closer to him and ran her hand down his chest. "Present."

Harley went to grab the box but Joker held his hand firmly on the lid, stopping her from moving it. "Where are your manners Harley?" He wagged his finger in front of her face. "Naughty girl."

"I'm sorry Daddy." She pressed her body against his and tangled her hands in his hair. "Pretty please can I have my present?"

"Nope." He teased.

"Pwease, I'll be a good girl, I promise." She nipped his earlobe, then sucked his skin. "Or a bad one.. If you wanna?"

"Harley.." He warned. "That chemical bath has turned you into a nymphomaniac."

She giggled against his neck. "No, you did."

Joker rolled his eyes, realising he was loosing the fight. "Fine open the goddamn box."

"Yay!" She squealed, rushing over towards the box. Lifting the lid she saw red and blue flashes of colour. Harley looked back up at him with a huge grin on her face.

"Well, go and get changed then..."

Harley grabbed the box in both hands and ran out of the room to try on her new outfit.

Half an hour later Harley reappeared in the doorway, leaning against it biting her seductive red lips. Joker's eyes grew so wide Harley though they'd pop out of his head. She could see his eyes hungrily scanning her body.

His gaze started from her feet, she was wearing black and white stiletto heeled boots, which where laced up to her calves.

Fishnet tights, the diamond patterning on the thin material left Harley's pale skin poking through. This was accompanied with a pair of very sexy red and blue sparkly hot pants, the red matching the same side as her pink hair and the same with the blue.

These hot pants where married with a thick black and golden studded belt which hung perfectly off her hips. She wore a plain white t-shirt with a red neckline and sleeves which stopped just after her elbows.

In black playful writing it read 'Daddy's Lil Monster'

"Mmm Pud? How did you know my size?" She gestured at her body.

"Oh Miss Quinn, I know your body, very, very well." His tone was dark and sexy.

"You like it then?" Harley winked at him.

"Very much.. But it's missing something.." J walked over to her slowly, hiding something behind his back. "Close your eyes."

She did, feeling him gently place each of her arms in soft silk padded jacket, he pulled it up and set the collar around her neck, before kissing her skin.

"Open." He ordered, and she did.

Harley walked over towards the mirror and saw the jacket he had put on her, it was red and blue. Naturally, with gold trimming on the sleeves and cuffs. She turned around and saw the fancy writing on the back, also embellished with gold.

"Property of the Joker?" She laughed, hugging the jacket around her.

"And don't you ever forget it."

THE END

Or to be continued?...

-Hell yeah! I'm already working on the sequel!