Harley should have seen it coming, should have seen the DARKNESS
coming out of him. There was nothing she could do but watch with a
large smile as the goon was SHOT dead. She laughed, her bubbling
laughter filled the alley as she looked to him as he kicked the dead man.
Harley smirked at the dead man, he deserved to DIE, knowing that
she wouldn’t have to deal with his staring, his lingering touches and
his suggestive comments that made the hair on the back of her neck
stand up on end. She licked her lips as the Joker faced her, knowing that
his comment was more of an order than a suggestion.
Harley sauntered towards him, wrapping her slender arms around his neck,
leaning in and giving him a brief kiss on the lips. She knew her behaviour
could potentially be dangerous, especially with him in THIS kind of mood
but she couldn’t help herself. She NEEDED to be close to him, needed to
let him now that she wanted to PLAY tonight.
“Don’t keep me waitin’, puddin’, I’ll see ya inside.”
Harley glanced over at the other men and with a last WINK
at the Joker, she walked inside, her hips saying as she walked.
His lingering look was SINFUL. His girl knew how to rile him up — like he was some damn simple
“Take care-a this, won’t ya Frost?” Joker tossed over his shoulder with nary a second thought. His right hand man was L O Y A L to a fault and he knew he had nothing to worry about. But Harley... she was another matter entirely.
When he was in these moods, murder or BRUTAL torture were the best methods to alleviate them, but his doll always managed to worm her way beneath all of that and uproot the basest instincts within.
So he followed, like he always did, and had a mind to give her what-for when he caught up to her in the club.
Only, that’s never what ended up happening. Harley was off being her bubbly self and he was in that intensely emotional mood, so he started pounding on the nearest bar, yelling out her name:
“Haaarleeeeyyyy! Come out, come out or I’ll blow this whole damn place down!”
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