#gotham-unleashed

Mad Love; Mistah J & and his Harl.

Hand curled about the nape of her neck and he forced her forward, inches from his face as eyes fell heavy. "You keep playing with fire, Harleen..." His tone was filled with mock mirth, maybe even some respect, before it fell back into its usual dark, sarcastic intone. "Harleen. Quinzel. Harley. Quinn." He paused after drawing her name out slowly, as if putting pieces together, and his smile was wicked. "...my Harlequin."

Whether she liked it or not.

The doctor wouldn't have to make a decision then, because the Joker was already doing it for her. His mouth came crashing against hers as she was, once more, forced back up against the wall.