Scars of my own Joker x Reader

Chapter 9 "It's the start"

Well poop its been like 8 months and I've having a good productive day, finally, so I thought you guys deserve an update this'll be more of a filler chapter for the escape plan and if I'm up to it maybe an extra one later today or sometime during next week hopefully XD, can't promise anything :(, thank you guys so much and I'm really sorry for not being here. Let us begin :3

No one's P. O. V

It wasn't easy for Harleen to hear the pure interest and concentration from the man in front her about anyone else, because it was Y/n it was painful, she slowly stopped becoming interested in sharing what she knew and tried changing the subject to him and her. Besides she wouldn't share everything she'd found out, she'll need some leverage. 

When the Joker felt Harleen slip into a dismissive aura he would compliment her, to reel her back in "y'know Harley you are beautiful" then when she'd hold back play on what she desires, "your talent always amazes me, you will make a perfect companion" he will use her love for him, to keep her exactly where he wanted her a puppet.

She'd flush red, relax more then sit up with a smile to keep telling him everything he wanted to hear, "Y/n doesn't like speaking of her family, she's easily distracted by poetry and riddle like sentences even though she claims to hate the past she still likes to reminisce in it, for the pain it brought her" Harleen kept trying to convince herself she's more to The Joker than an information mule.

"Thank you Harley, you're brilliant, do you know what her tactics are? What has the news said about her and her motives?" with this she sunk back into her chair, her logic battled with her lust and the compliments weren't working so well anymore, she started to feel second best and she hated it. 

The Joker had to change his strategy she was becoming hard work, he wasn't a fan of working for what he wanted, he chuckled a little thinking of Y/n and how that statement was false he'd work hard to know everything about her, she'd be his perfect weapon. 

His chuckle caught Harleen unimpressed glance, she sighed and rolled her eyes, the rattle of chains widened her eyes the Joker walked around her desk, swirling her chair around to face him placing his arms at each side of her head, he leant in leaning her chair back moving his face closer hers, Harleen's face flushed again but she tried to keep her bored expression, she tried to keep some control.

"Now Harley" her heart flutters at the name, she softens her expression. "Y'know you're mine and I need you" he moves in closer places one hand on her thigh and the other cupping her face, "you shouldn't get jealous" his eyes never leave hers, she's hypnotised by his voice, raspy yet soft, "I need you" he slowly moves his hand up and down her thigh, " just while you're untrained, I want her to help me for now, until you're ready" he moves his hand from her face to the back of her neck, and tugs on her hair enough to have her head tilt upwards, "I Need this, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you" he kisses her jaw and whispers in her ear "I Need You do this for me Harley, for us"

Harleen's eyes started to water and she places her hand on his, she's lost to him "what do you need me to do mister J?" She hasn't realised yet, how easily it is to manipulate someone when you know what their desires are. She's figuring out what Y/n's are but she's being blinded hers are being used against her.

"Good girl Harl, I'll need a Machine gun, a few of them, people too, I'll give you the address and a note to the people there for when and where" his smile widens and he likes his lips, "we're going to needs more sessions".

Y/n's P.O.V 

I haven't seen much of the Joker in the past week not near as much as I'd have liked, a few smiles in the corridor, we never get enough time to chat, I do love our talks the words he says are almost scripted it's very alluring and I need to hear more, he always seems to be coming in or out of Harleen's office, more than usual and I wonder if they have a plan of their own.