AN: Please be gentle with me! It's been a while since I've written fanfic, much less taken it seriously enough to even consider posting for anyone else to read. I've tried to keep from getting too OOC, but its difficult when we saw so little of Mister J in Suicide Squad, but I've tried to stay as in character as I could. This is very much a work in progress, reviews mean I will post more. This has already been re-written twice as I just wasn't happy with it.

"Just a little rush, babe
To feel dizzy, to derail the mind of me
Just a little hush, babe
Our veins are busy but my heart's in atrophy
Any way to distract and sedate
Adding shadows to the walls of the cave…"

He should feel better, or back to himself at the very least. Not worse. He had her back, she was stretched out naked on the bed beside him, fast asleep. His little harlequin was back home, back under his ownership and he had reclaimed every inch of his property. Long live the Queen, the Joker thought bitterly. That place in his chest was still aching, still throbbing as if it refused to push his blood through his arteries. It still hurt despite it all. He growled a little and pulled the purple silk sheet down his Harley's body, revealing her creamy pale back and the ink he'd put into her skin. He traced his fingers over her tattoos and his eyes flicked towards her face as she mumbled and shivered in her sleep.

"Hush, Harley," Joker said quietly. "Go back to sleep."

"Tickles," Harley mumbled with a yawn. It was the first time she'd felt comfortable to sleep properly in months. She rolled her head to look at him and she grinned at him. "You look like a ghost," She whispered and stared at him for a moment.

"All the better to scare you with," Joker muttered, eliciting a little giggle from his clown girl. "Sleep, Harley." His little monster closed her eyes for a few seconds before she opened one eye and she giggled again.

"Sorry, puddin'. I can't, not knowin' you're awake without me," Harley said slowly. "Whatcha thinkin' about?"

"How easy it would be to get some peace and quiet if I just bludgeoned you to death with my gun," The Joker said flatly. Harley shrunk back a little bit and bit her bottom lip. He watched as she considered her next move carefully and after what seemed an age, she smirked and looked back at him.

"You could do that," Harley said slowly, carefully. "But then you wouldn't have a pretty little toy to play with." He moved suddenly and was on top of her. His groin pressed against her pert bottom and he laid against her, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. He rested his chin on her shoulder and he nipped at the soft flesh of her cheek.

"What makes you think that you are my only toy?" Joker hummed. He hated how cocky she got some times. He hated that she grew out of her shell occasionally.

"Cos I'm the prettiest in Gotham," Harley answered. "You said it yourself, Mistah J."

"I suppose I did. Good girl for listening to daddy," The Joker purred and his hand slid down her side slowly, smirking as she shivered involuntarily. "Thing about toys is they get broken, they get out grown. The next model is always around the corner"

"Go on then," Harley grinned daringly. She was still just too happy to be home and in her Joker's arms to really take any of this to heart. She knew that he was trying to get her to react too, whilst Harleen Quinzel was long gone, Harley was clever enough and had retained all of her psych training to know when she was being played with. Sometimes she'd allow it, she'd let herself fall into his traps, but times like this, she was able to keep her head over it.

"Someone's feeling brave," The Joker chuckled and kissed her neck and shoulders. He rolled her so she was laid on her back and he stared down into her eyes. "Is our Good Doctor making a surge forwards?"

"Pfft," Harley laughed. "I'm just happy to be home and here with you." The Joker thought for a moment before he kissed her hard. She slid her hands into his hair and whimpered against his mouth.

"How can you be so sure of yourself, Harley?" Joker asked. "How can you be certain that I won't get bored of you?" He pinned her hands above her head and watched as she didn't even flinch. This was a brave Harley and he wanted to know how far she would let herself go before she went back to his normal submissive Harley.

"Name me one girl that would be able to take you for all you are," Harley grinned, knowing that this was a game of cat and mouse, one she would always lose, but a game he would allow her to play. "Bring me the girl that would survive you and I will show you how many lies she's told to get there."

"Are you trying to claim that I belong to you?" Joker said slowly.

"You're the possessive psychopathic clown, you tell me?" Harley challenged.

"And you're the psychiatrist," Joker replied flatly. "So tell me exactly why you, my pretty little blonde bimbo, are so irreplaceable? There's twenty more of you in Arkham right now."

"Yeah?" Harley laughed. "Go fetch her then."

There's no one like me, Mistah J, you'll never find someone like me, said the eager little devil voice in her head.

"One day I will, Harley Quinn," Joker growled. "And you will be left in the lap of that sad old weed you call friend."

"Bring it," Harley giggled. She knew was losing the game, she was treading the line, one jibe too many and she would be thrown across the room like an old vase. "They'd never let you near another female psych in Arkham anyway."

He's going to kill you, said the sensible doctor voice in her mind.

He's going to be so turned on, the devil on her shoulder chimed.

Can both of you be quiet? Harley growled internally. She looked up to see angry, yet curious green eyes glaring into her soul and she felt fire ignite inside. She darted her head upwards to try and catch his lips, but he was just out of reach and with her arms pinned as he had them, she'd only end up dislocating something to reach him.

"They're getting rowdy again, aren't they?" Joker said slowly. "The voices."

"They're just chattin' Mistah J," Harley answered honestly. "They're not doin' nothin' bad." She noticed her accent had gotten thicker and she tilted her head at her own voice.

"Harley, Harley, Harley," The Joker said in a sing-song voice. "Is your head getting a bit cramped again?"

"N-no, puddin'," Harley stammered. "It's just after everythin' at Belle Reve and Midway, just a bit jumbled and getting the drugs out."

"Drugs?" Joker frowned.

"Belle Reve crap, baby," Harley replied quickly. "They didn't get the pills into me, but they injected me with what feels like an anti-psychotic."

"I do find it quite sexy when your little doctors brain blends in with my crazy clown," Joker purred. He wasn't done with her, he was toying, he knew she could cope and keep up with the game.

"I can always put the coat and glasses on again," Harley giggled.

"And the red heels," The Joker groaned. He leaned down and kissed her hard, he bit her bottom lip and grinned when she arched against him. "Ah, ah, princess. You've been a bad girl."

He wants bad? I can give him bad, the devil giggled and Harley giggled with it.

He's going to kill you one day, the doctor sighed.

Fine by me, Harley and the Devil said together.

"One day Harley, I'll be bored of you and I'll need a new toy to play with," The Joker sighed and shook his head at her. "Your body and mind won't be nearly enough for me, I'll need someone new to mould."

"You find her and I'll kill her," Harley promised. "You find any girl and whilst I have breath in my body, I will kill all of them."

"I better get rid of that breath then," Joker purred. His hand went around her throat and a flash of fear travelled through Harley. She didn't react to him though, she kept a confident look on her face. He started to restrict her breathing and she just grinned at him. She would play this game to her death and what a sweet death it would be as long as it came at the hands of her puddin'. His hand became harder and eventually she was struggling to breath. Spots clouded her vision and she started to panic. Maybe this was her last night? Maybe he was going to kill her now?

"What's this, Harl?" the Joker said lowly as he suddenly released her throat. Harley coughed and spluttered as her lungs filled with air and her body demanded more oxygen. She followed his eye to a small, almost invisible mark on her skin and she watched as his fingers touched it. She flinched at the memory and also ran her fingers over it. It was two parallel lines and they were roughly two inches apart on her thigh, it wasn't the most obvious of scars, had he not been the Joker, no one else would have ever noticed it.

"Strap burn," Harley mumbled. "I didn't eat. Figured they'd end up taking me to some kind of infirmary, needles, scalpels, meds… all sorts to get out, maybe even a phone, so I could escape. But they would Taser me, inject me with a good old dose of Valium. Put me off my rocker enough to make me safe to work around, but not put me completely out. Then they'd push a tube down my nose and force feed me." It flashed through her mind and she contracted her body into a ball, it felt real, it felt like it was happening all over again and she wanted to run and hide. Sweat broke over her body and her heart rate shot through the roof. She felt half way between a heart attack and death.

"Harley," Joker growled, seeing her glaze over and disappear into her own mind. He shook her and smacked her leg before she starting mumbling and screaming. He smacked her round the face and she snapped out of it. "Harley! Stop!"

"J… he-they… I couldn't-" Harley stammered.

"Harley, calm the fuck down," The Joker shouted and pinned her down in the bed. This finally seemed to get Harley back on an even keel and she looked into his eyes, finding some kind of grounding in him.

"Tell me what they did to you, or so help me!"

"They would get rough," Harley mumbled. "They'd throw me around like a rag doll. They'd electrocute me, they would wash me down with a hose, Griggs… your little phone friend? He needs to die, puddin'. He needs to be punished."

"Harls?" Joker said lowly. Whatever had happened had left his girl with some nasty mental scars and he was pissed that someone else had hurt his woman.

"He touched me, puddin'," Harley admitted. "I promise I didn't encourage him, I didn't want him to. He did it when I was drugged."

"Did he rape you?" Joker asked seriously. Harley couldn't answer straight away. She blinked a couple of times before she looked up at him with tears in her eyes. She never cried. She was never scared. That piece of shit had terrified his fearless Harley. Joker wrapped his arms around his girl and held her tightly against him. He was absolutely furious and was ready to slaughter Griggs for he'd done.

"He tried a couple of times. He nearly lost both eyes, an ear and his balls for his troubles," Harley mumbled.

"I don't need to hear any more, baby," Joker said softly. "Sleep, my dear. Tomorrow is the day for revenge."

"I… I…"

"Yes, princess?" Joker hummed.

"I didn't cry in front of them puddin'," Harley stammered. "I laughed at them. I remembered what you said about showing weakness, I didn't show them any fear."

"My clever girl," Joker nodded and nuzzled her hair.

"I missed you," Harley whispered. It wasn't what she had wanted to say, but that was a line that she didn't want to cross. He smiled and tapped her nose with his index finger.

"I missed you too," Joker purred. Harley tucked herself into his side and locked her arm around his waist, holding herself to him.