Hey! I'm back!

CHAPTER 1.

With her heels snapping against the damp Gotham concrete ground, Harley giggled looking up at her Puddin'. The Joker was wearing his rich golden blazer along with some rather tight fitted slacks. His footsteps fell into sync with hers as they both strutted down the alleyway.

"I love our date nights." Harley grinned, bumping her hip purposely against his whilst holding her baseball bat across her shoulders.

J looked over at her, delicious red specks of blood decorated his sharp cheekbones. "Of course you do.. If I'm gunna take my girl out, I gotta make it enjoyable for her.."

"You certainly did that.." She giggled, swiping some blood off his face and popping her finger in her mouth, licking it clean. "Y'know, seeing you bash that guys brains in made me go all tingly."

Without taking his eyes off the path ahead, Joker grunted and then delivered a harsh but suggestive smack to her ass. Harley squealed in delight, biting her lip at the unspoken promise of her own personal reward later.

After walking down this endless alley, with raindrops clinging onto the brick walls either side of them, Harley began to look around, checking if they were being followed. "Pud, where are the guys?" She asked, feeling a shiver run down her spine.

"Clean up duty, you made quite a mess." J retorted, picking up his pace slightly.

"Me? You're the one who to move our little game to the abattoir." Harley argued back, laughing.

He shrugged. "I like to take my girl places."

Harley glowed under his words. She skipped a few steps to catch up with him and lowered on of her hands to catch his. She laced her fingers around his and grinned feeling him give her a slight squeeze. "Where's the car? I could of sworn you parked it closer."

"If I had parked it closer, we would of seen it by now." Joker scoffed. "Too close and we start attracting the wrong kind of attention."

Harley rolled her eyes. "But I'm cold, and tired and the blood is getting sticky." She wined, peeling her blood soaked shirt away from her skin.

"If you're a good girl and stop complaining, I'll take your shirt off you myself.. Keep up that attitude and you can walk home." Joker threatened, dragging her along quicker. He had to admit, the sharp whip of the cold air was starting to make his hands numb, well one of his hands anyway, since the other was wrapped around a Harley branded furnace.

"Yes Sir." She muttered, pulling her lips into a pout.

J glanced at her, seeing the way the moonlight caught the contours of her face and especially the way blood still freshly dripped down her neck, pooling at her collarbones. At this point he didn't even care that she would stain his cream leather car seats with the cool red liquid. He just basked in her beauty, wondering if the blush that now spread across her face was the evidence of his attention or the bloodlust still itching under her skin.

Joker cleared his throat. "It is getting a bit nippy, maybe we should pick up the pace?" He suggested, running his tongue over his ruby lips.

Harley nodded enthusiastically and before she could even answer him fully. J held onto her hand more firmly and broke out into a sprint, dragging the blonde bombshell behind him.

They laughed like a couple of school children who had just set off the fire alarm at school. Harley lagging behind as her heels kept catching inbetween the cobbles of the alleyway floor.

"Fall behind, stay behind." He joked, increasing his speed. Harley giggled, deciding to bounce on the balls of her feet instead of her heels. Soon enough they were running side by side, splashing through puddles daring to race each other to the end.

With the purple Lamborghini in sight, Joker reclaimed his hand and skidded to a stop. Harley yelped, being pulled backwards as she instinctively tried to overtake him.

Now standing face to face trying to catch their panting breaths, the Joker gave her a playful growl.

"Last one to the car... Has to do the laundry."

Before she could protest, a blur of green hair appeared across her vision, then suddenly dashed down the alleyway.

"NO FAIR! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE WASHING MACHINE IS!" Harley yelled, hearing her own voice echo off the walls. She shook her head to one side and started to run, feeling very optimistic that she could beat him in time.

"GOOD THING I'M GOING TO WIN THEN!" Joker cackled, glancing over his shoulder to see her fast approaching. During his distraction, Joker tripped on a loose stone causing himself to stumble forward but thankfully he caught his balance in time.

Harley nearly burst into a fit of giggles, but she chose his moment of weakness to proceed in an over take. She passed him easily, with a massive smile spread across her face.

"Too slow old man." Harley teased, coming within inches of the Lambo. Just as the palm of her hand was about to smack down on the roof of the car, a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist and hauled her backwards.

Harley screamed, when she looked up she saw the Joker smugly leaning against the car, tapping his fingers repetitively against the metallic paint.

"I win." Joker said, flashing his silver grill.

"You cheated!" Harley shouted. "I demand a rematch."

"Err... No." He laughed, seeing her face bubble in annoyance. J moved round to the drivers seat door, he looked over at her and laughed at how cute she looked tensing her bloodied fists. "Get in the car slow coach, or you'll be doing laundry all night long instead of me."

"Ha! Daddy isn't getting shit after that little stunt he just pulled!" Harley replied, popping a hip.

J rolled his jaw and shot her a glare. "Did you just talk back Harley?" He asked, stalking back round to her. "Because if you did.."

"No Sir." She answered in defence. "Just stating facts."

Now standing in front of her, Joker raised his hand to cup her throat gently, smudging blood all over her perfect creamy skin. "You were such a good girl earlier... Then you had to go and spoil it all."

"Are you going to hurt me?" Harley whispered seductively, leaning her own body back against the car, opening her neck up for him.

Joker tightened his grip and pulled her head forward, smashing his lips up against hers. His teeth pulled at every inch of her mouth, causing her to moan against him.

Harley closed her eyes, raising her hands to tease the back of his shirt collar. But when she opened them again, she saw a black figure brooding in the background.

"Puddin'?" She stuttered, grasping into his shirt. Harley screamed when she saw a flash of metal stream pat her line of vision, she ducked almost immediately, dragging J down with her.

Joker grunted in confusion to why he was being pulled about, he looked up to see Harley's eyes shaking in fear. Suddenly a hissing sound was heard, J looked to his side and saw none other than a sharp black batarang sticking out of his front tyre.

His growl soon turned into a smile when he hears heavy footsteps coming from behind. J gently brushed off Harley's quivering hands. "Let Daddy handle this." He told her firmly.

Joker stood sharply and swivelled on his feet, a bright smile spreading across his face as he held his hands out. "Batsy! How the devil are you?"

The Dark figure emerged, now stepping under a street light, Harley gasped when she saw him. Joker had never let her out to see the Bat, she'd only seen him on news reports and descriptions from J himself.

"Joker." The gruff, distorted voice spoke.

J rolled his head back and laughed. "How long were you lurking in the shadows? Huh?" He giggled. "You dirty pervert."

Batman ignored his remark and stepped closer, steading his hand on the utility belt that was clasped across his hips. "You're both coming with me." He said, now looking a Harley.

She shuddered under his intense gaze, his mask didn't help the fear rolling through her body. "Puddin'?" She squeaked.

"Hush Harley." J dismissed, he then turned back to Batman. "Now Batsy," He frowned. "Slashing my tyres? I'm sure that's classed as vandalism."

"You're not getting away Joker.. I'm taking you in, along with Miss Quinzel." Batman produced to pairs of cuffs, snatching them open.

Joker gasped, placing his hand over his heart. "What ever for? Last time I checked, getting fresh with a girl wasn't illegal."

Batman pulled his lips into a tight line. "I'm not playing your games Joker, the blood trail from GC Abattoir leads right to you. You left this." He produced a Joker playing card from one of his pockets, imprinted on it was a lipstick smudge.

"That could be anybody's!" Joker exclaimed, flashing grin at Harley.

"Come quietly, this doesn't need to get messy." He said firmly, closing in on the Clown couple.

"Awh that's a shame, I was in the mood for a bit of a moonlight dance." Joker laughed. "Alright, you got me officer, cuff me.. But I'm warning you, Harley's a very jealous gal."

J held his wrists out in surrender, moving his eyes slowly over to Harley, he winked. As soon as Batman got close enough, Joker threw his elbow into his chest. Batman countered the move and grasped the lapels of his blazer before the blow could hit.

"Oh Batsy, I like it rough." J purred mockingly.

Harley was pulsing in fear and rage as she saw Batman counter Joker's attack. Before her brain could tell her otherwise, her body began to make it's was towards them. "Let him go!" She shrieked.

"Harley!" Joker growled. "Stay out of this!"

Harley ignored J's protest and she began to pull on Batman's arm, trying with all her strength to get him to release her Puddin'. "Get offa him you big... Bat! We ain't done nothing wrong!" Harley continued to drag Batman backwards, but her strength didn't match his and he didn't move an inch. In frustration, Harley clutched her baseball bat tightly in one hand, preparing to swing it at Batman's head.

Joker growled, seeing what Harley was about to do. She ignored him and brought the bat down, aligning it perfectly with his skull.

Just as Bat was about to meet Bat, A black fist intercepted her, colliding with her wrist. Knocking the wooden object out of her hand. Batman threw his arm back, sending his elbow straight into Harley's gut.

She grunted and stumbled backwards, knocking her head into the nearby brick wall. Black spots swam in her vision as she saw Joker trying to struggle against Batman, delivering strong punches to his face. Batman dodged expertly and threw her King down against the hood of the Lamborghini, cuffing his hands behind his back.

Harley tried to move, but her attempts were useless when she felt something warm drip down the crown of her head to the nape of her neck. She tried to scramble to her feet but fell immediately, with black spots beginning to cloud her vision more prominently now...

The last thing she saw was a big black figure walking towards her, holding a pair of cuffs that caught the moonlight in the most frightening way.

Then everything went black.

What did you think? Please let me know!

This story is going to be a tad different to the usual plot line I go for, I'm hoping it'll work!

- Mabel x