Harleen Quinzel was standing outside her apartment door. It was unlocked and creped open. Was someone in there? The Joker had in one of their sessions told her he'd be around when he got out, and he had escaped earlier today, but he couldn't possibly know where she lived, could he? She opened the door slowly her heart beating fast in her chest. "Hello?" she called into the dark hallway. She waited a while for an answer, but as none came, she closed the door behind her and locked it deciding it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She flicked the lights on. Everything looked normal. At first. She then noticed the purple coat hanging neatly on the coat hanger and the black male-shoes under it. "H-Hello?" she called again louder, her voice shaking. Heck, she was shaking. A Dark chuckle came from her living room "Honey, you're home!" the familiar voice called to her. She froze. He was here, in her apartment. His voice and the laughter that followed echoed in her mind. His laughter had never seemed scary to her before, but then again, she'd always been safe with guards just outside their room. Should she run? Could she even?
She stood in the hallway for what seemed like forever. Her back against the wall. She heard movement from the living room. footsteps. She looked to the doorway leading into her living room and there he was, smiling at her as she stood against her hallway wall. He was wearing his purple suit complete with flower and all. She'd never really seen him in anything other than his inmate uniform... well apart from on TV. He looked good. His green hair sleekly brushed out of his eyes, his red lips parted in a big grin. They seemed more red that usual. Was he wearing lipstick? It wouldn't really surprise her if he was.
"You're awfully quiet, Doc. What's bothering you?" He asked, with mock concern in his voice, his smile turned downwards and his eyes big with pretend worry. She stared at him, didn't answer. Maybe she should? It was probably not a good idea to push the man's patience. But what should she say? That she was terrified of having the clown prince of crime in her apartment? Like that wouldn't be reason enough for him to kill her. It had all been fun and games during their sessions, but now...
The clown scuffed, his expression of worry gone in a blink, and disappeared into her kitchen fumbling around, pretending he hadn't already been through every cabinet and drawer. He then returned to the hallway looking at her with his intense eyes. "You don't have anything to eat. How do you even live?" He asked. He sounded a little annoyed with her. She swallowed and spoke, her voice shaking "I... I didn't expect c-company." She said, apologising for her lack of food. The Joker looked at her, unimpressed. "I could order you something?" she quickly added.
"Eating in, eh? I know a lovely little Italian place that serves the best spaghetti! What'cha you say, doc, wanna' be the dog to my... dog?" He asked, laughing, all traces of anger gone, his big smile back as fast as he spoke.
Harleen looked at him for a while then smiled as she got the joke, her smile became little giggles. There was just something about the way he spoke... even though he was one of the most dangerous inmates at Arkham he was kind of charming. She then nodded "I could eat some spaghetti..." she hadn't noticed before, but she was getting kind of hungry.
"Woooonderful!" he said loudly, almost before she was finished speaking. "I'll just call them up, and have them bring something over!". As he spoke, he walked to her phone and picked it up, pressing in the number. He spoke loud and fast, knowing just what to say, what to order, and, most worrying, the exact address to have it delivered to. Harleen looked at him in wonder. She would have told him not to, that she was perfectly capable of ordering herself, but he'd already finished when she mustered the courage. "Why are you here?" she wanted to ask, but she just looked at him half smiling half plotting her escape.
"I know what you are thinking" he said, lowering his head slightly, looking her straight into the eyes, almost straight through her. His smile had turned more sinister.
Her eyes fixed on his smile. She found she had a hard time reading him when she couldn't control him, not that she ever really could. "Y-you do?" She asked her voice almost a whisper.
"Why, yes" he replied, not blinking, still smiling. "What now? Why is he here? What does he want!? How can a simple mortal man look so devilishly handsome...?" His hands flailed about as he spoke, his voice ranging from deep to almost high pitched, but as he spoke the last word his voice lowered, becoming smooth, almost sensual, and he looked at her with a look that was almost... flirting? Harleen felt her cheeks warming and she look away "Well... you are very handsome." she had to give him that one. Even if he had been joking, which he probably hadn't completely been. She forced herself to look at him, trying as hard as she could to muster up her stern doctor-face, "So... Why are you here? Now that you brought it up yourself." Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands where sweaty, but she wasn't going to let it show. She was a strong independent woman after all... was she not?
He sat down on her couch and looked up at her, as confident as if it had been his own living room they were in, and not hers. "Why don't we make ourselves... Comfortable?" He said, with a smile as charming as it was dangerous, patting the spot on the couch next to him, as to say come, sit. She looked at him for a while, considering her options. On one hand, being that close to him could be very dangerous. On the other so couldn't stay here, disobeying his unspoken order. She walked up to him, gave him a quick smile then slid down on the couch next to him, but still as far away as she could without it looking to obvious that she felt uncomfortable. She looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
"Why doc, what's with the "professional distance" ?" he asked with an eyebrow cocked and a teasing tone in his voice. She looked at him, thinking of something to say, but couldn't. "I'm afraid of you" was probably not what he wanted to hear. "Tell me why you're here." she said again, trying to be stern, but even she could hear the fear in her voice. She tried to cover it with a warm smile.
"Hehehe, ooh doc, you little tease" he said, throwing his head back. "You need to learn to loosen up! You aren't at work anymore, you know". He moved his head slightly closer to her as he spoke. She had expected herself to pull away from him, but she didn't. he was so intriguing. She followed his tone "But, you are my work, Joker." She emphasised the word "are". He tilted his head slightly, as to say "oh, finally playing my game?". But instead he said "but that's just it, see? It's almost as if there is... more, yes?" More? She bit her lip, yes, she had to admit she had felt a certain attraction to him. And, sure, she had on more than one occasion talked herself into not acting on it. He was so close to her, she could almost smell the chemicals on his skin... or was she imagining it? She sighed, she couldn't deny it... but could she confirm in him? She settled on playing his game a little longer. "What can I say? I like my job." she joked... Or did she really?
He smiled his dangerous smile and leaned even closer, his mouth right next to her ear.
"Well, Miss Quinzel, I like your... "job" too." She could almost feel his eyes looking down her buttoned down shirt. The tip of his tongue gently touched her cheek. "HA-arley" She backed as far away as the couch allowed her. She cleared her throat. "C-call me Harley." she said trying to save her outburst. She wasn't sure if she'd backed away because she was scared of him or because she was scared of the fact that she had liked it. Her cheeks where burning red as she smiled somewhat awkwardly at him. He moved closer, his knee on the couch. He was towering over her.
"Harley" he said, smiling slyly. "Haaaar-ley". He said again, tasting the name. "I like it. And I like... you". He looked her straight in the eye when he said it. He had stopped smiling, but there was a tease in his tone. Harley swallowed as she sank under him. This wasn't good, she was letting him get the upper hand. "I like you too" she whispered. Shut up, Harleen, she told herself. She really should stop playing his games and call someone. She looked at his eyes, a shy smile falling on her lips. He leaned closer, closer... So close now, she could feel his breath on her face... She closed her eyes, half hoping he wouldn't hurt her, half hoping he would kiss her. But nothing happened. She opened her eyes slightly and found that the Joker was gone. He was halfway to the door before she realised the doorbell had sounded. She sat up, saved by the bell. Wait... bell? He wasn't going to open the door, was he? She sprinted after him, she grabbed his arm and pulled "No!" She then gasped and let go of him realising what she was doing. "I mean... I'll get it."
He looked at her, almost impressed, with a slight smile on his face. "Be my guest" he said, bowing and pointing his hands towards the door.
She went over and grabbed the door handle, but before she could open the door, the Joker slammed his hand right past her face, holding the door closed. Harley gasped and looked at his face, right next to hers. He gently touched her lips with his finger. She gasped, tense under his touch.
"Sssshh" he said. "We wouldn't want to end the date prematurely". He removed his hand and winked, taking a step back, behind the door. She opened it, only the door between the Joker and the unsuspecting delivery boy outside. Harley felt her heart pounding. had he just threatened to kill her? She smiled at the delivery boy, who looked to be around her own age. he was holding the food the Joker had ordered and wore a dull expression on his face. "That'll be $15." She smiled at him "Sure, one second." She went to grab her purse, she shot the Joker a nervous look as she returned. She handed him the money and he handed her the food. "No tips?" he said, sounding frustrated. She shrugged at him and was about to close the door. "You know, I took a risk coming here. With the prison break and all. You never know who you could run into out there." he said putting a foot in her door. "Prison break?" she asked though she knew what he meant. "Yeah, the Joker." the delivery man said and shuttered. "Oh. He's... a scary man." Harleen said and sighed finding some more money for him. She didn't really feel like he deserved it. The man nodded "Indeed, I wouldn't want to run into him. Especially not now that it's dark." Harley handed him some extra money "No, that would be awful." she said and waved him off. "Thanks, ma'am" He said before she closed the door. Harley exhaled and slid down the door, that had been a little too close for her taste.
"Aaaw, poor Harley" the Joker said, slightly mocking. He reached a hand towards her, as if to help her up, but when she moved her hand towards his, he instead grabbed the food and went to her kitchen, leaving her at the door.
"come, Harl'!" He yelled. She could hear the sound of plates and forks... and knives. She got up and went to her kitchen where she stood in the doorway looking at the Joker. He had his back turned to her. It was a strange sight. She'd never imagined him to do every-day things, such as preparing for dinner. She smiled at him "It's been a while since I've eating in here." she said as she walked into the kitchen. She could smell the food, her stomach growling. She looked to the knife in his hand and her smile faded a bit. He turned around, and she couldn't help but giggle. The Joker was wearing her flower apron.
He put the knife down next to the plate closest to Harleen and winked at her. She walked closer and he came over and pulled her chair out for her. She sat down and he came over with the food. He. The Joker. She couldn't believe it. The most dangerous criminal in Gotham was here, in her kitchen, serving her food, wearing her apron! Surely he couldn't be as bad as they said, could he?
"So, how was your day, dear?" The Joker asked, as he sat down. He didn't look at her as he spoke. Harleen was unsure if he actually wanted her to answer but she decided to do so anyway. She sighed dramatically "Long." She looked down at her food. "There was a breakout at Arkham again... And seeing how it was my patient who escaped," she looked up at him briefly before returning her gaze to the food "I had to go over the tapes and file reports. Very tiring." she yawned. "But no one could figure out how he got out or where he went... so he's still out there somewhere" she looked out the window behind the Joker, as if she was pondering his whereabouts.
The Joker looked at her. "You poor thing" he said. "A breakout can be such a hard thing". He made a sound, as if he was trying to choke a giggle. Harleen nodded, then looked straight at him. "So, why did you do it? Surely you must have something planned? Other than eating pasta with your doctor, that is." she said and took a bite of her food. It was good pasta, she had to give him that.
"Sure I have!" he said, smiling widely and throwing his hands over his head, pasta flying off the fork in his hand. "But you better eat up now, Harl, then I promise that I'll tell. Or, better yet, show you..." he said, the right corner of his mouth curling upwards in a dangerous smile. Harleen instantly regretted having asked. Having the Joker show you what he broke out for couldn't possibly be a good thing. She took a bite more of her food. "It's really good." she said trying to lighten the mood, well at least her own mood. "Well of course it is" he said, as if she had told him something as obvious as the fact that the sky is blue. "I did after all pick it out". He shoved a fork full of pasta into his mouth. "I know, I'm just saying... I did know you liked pasta." she said smiled at him. There was so much about him she felt she knew... yet she'd never asked him about everyday-stuff like this. It was somewhat exciting. She took some more pasta into her mouth smiling at him with a closed mouth. The rest of the meal went by in silence, Harleen felt herself enjoying looking at him eat. She would never in her wildest dreams have imagined that she could sit here not talking but also not feeling awkward or more so, scared.
The Joker looked at her plate, and seeing it empty, he stood up. Harleen thought he was going to get her plate. He went around the table and stood behind her chair. He leaned down, his face right next to her head. "You wanted to know why I broke out?" he said. She nodded slowly, not as scared as she thought she would be.
He chuckled and gently touched her throat, his fingers caressing her, downwards. She felt his hands on her skin, he wasn't wearing his gloves anymore. His hands were warm. "The reason I broke out" he whispered into her ear, "was you". Her heart was racing again. her? In what way? For most people the "If he was going to kill you he already would have" would be a good way of calming down, but you never knew with the Joker. "Me?" she tried to giggle, but it sounded sort of dry in her throat. "You already had me at Arkham."
"You silly thing" he said, with a slight laugh. "I didn't have you to myself." His fingers slid around her throat and tightened slightly. Harleen felt a certain panic raise in her, but she decided it would be best not to fight him. She leaned her head back until it pressed against his shoulder. This way she showed him she trusted him, even though she didn't completely. Part of her didn't think he'd kill her, and even if that was what he was doing, she would never win a fight against him.
"You see, life in an asylum can get lonely, and I enjoy our times together, so I figured it was time to take our... relationship to the next level". He moved his hand up her throat, to her jaw, and gently but hard pulled her head to the side, his mouth hovered over hers, he smiled slightly, looking intensely at her lips. She looked at him breathing heavily. He was so close to her, so... handsome. She looked at the lines on his face and around his mouth. His lips so red against his white skin. She felt herself slowly sliding closer until she could feel them against hers. They where warm and... softer that she'd imagined. She felt her heart flutter. This was crazy. He pressed his lips a little harder against hers, more intense. It wasn't a bad thing. He held his hand around her throat and kept his lips against hers, kissing her until she was completely out of breath. She tried to pull away, but he kept his lips pressed against hers.
He finally let go enough for her to pull away and take a deep breath. She gasped the first breath of air in, before breathing more regularly. She looked at the Joker, blushing. She'd wanted to do that for a long time. He was so dangerous, so close, so charming. She wanted more. She kissed him again, her one hand wandering to his tie pulling him closer. He pulled her to her feet, still kissing her. He held her close with one arm and used the other , in one violent movement, to push everything off the table, breaking plates and getting food all over the floor. He lifted Harleen off her feet and sat her on the table, now kissing her neck. Harleen held onto his blazer. This was unreal. She led a hand wander to his hair, sliding it playfully through. She'd always thought his hair to be very pretty.
He pulled away slightly, smiled and looked down. He touched her face with both his hands and let them slide slowly down her face, her throat, towards her breasts. suddenly he ripped her shirt open, buttons flew off and hit the floor. A small gasp escaped her. His hands went around her, touching her naked skin. He kissed her again, even more passionately. he pulled her closer, and she felt her bra being opened, swiftly and experienced. She pulled away, not too far, just enough for her to speak "It's been awhile..." it had. She hadn't really been with anyone for as long as she'd lived in Gotham. It wasn't that she wanted him to be gentle... although she could imagine his gentle was still pretty wild. She just felt like she had to let him know. She let a finger trail over the buttons of his shirt before leaning into the kiss again. She felt his hands all over her body. Up and down her back, underneath her shirt, a surprisingly gentle hand under her bra, squeezing her breast. She could feel that he got more aroused by the touch of her body, as his kisses became wilder and deeper. With one hand cupping her breast he let his other hand gently, slowly slide up her thigh, under her skirt. His hands where warmer against his slightly cold skin. His touch excited her. She slowly unbuttoned his west and then his shirt, allowing herself to let her hands run over his warm skin. They wandered to his back feeling his warmth and pulling him even closer. She pressed her stomach against his, grinning against his lips. He removed his hand from underneath her skirt, taking her panties with him. He left them dangling around her ankles. Harleen smirked, her heart beating fast. This was all happening so fast, though she had often thought of it during their time together at Arkham. She felt excited, she knew she wanted him, and at this time she didn't even care that he was a known killer.
The Joker's hands left her body, and she heard the sound of his zipper opening. She looked him in the eyes and bit her lip playfully. His pants hit the floor. She smiled up at him then looked down "Uhm... let's not take this... relationship... too far. Do you have a condom?" She then laughed. She'd never thought that was a question she'd have to ask one of Gotham's most wanted.
"I'm hurt you even feel the need to ask" He said smiling, and pulled out a long line of connected condom packs from his jacket. It continued, like a long line of handkerchiefs in the pocket of a clown. Harleen giggled a little at his gag. He ripped one off and tossed the rest on the floor. He also let his blazer join the condoms, and his pants, on the floor. He kept intense eye contact, sometimes kissing her, as he put on the rubber.
He placed his hands on her thighs, and in a strong move separated them. She let out a small surprised sound. She looked the Joker in the eyes, smiled playfully. She laid herself down on the table, she was his now. She supposed he'd always felt that she was, but she couldn't deny it anymore. She wanted him and now she was going to get him.