When the Joker and his clowns returned to Ha-hacienda no one really expected that he would be in a very good mood. And of course, he wasn't. He stormed though the door, erratically smoothing his hair back. His metal teeth were ground together, his lips pulled back into a snarl, as growls permeated from his throat. He appeared to be stuck somewhere between manic and irate.
His eyes fall onto Jester, Harley, and Ivy sitting on the couch, and in that order. They each appeared to be comforting Harley after her whole ordeal with Jason. For some reason, one none of them can make sense of, the Joker storms over to them. His hand shoots out quickly and siezes Harley by the wrist. He then jerks her to her feet. He quickly turns back to Jester and shoves his finger in his face.
"From now on, you keep your dick out of my wife, and I'll keep mine out of Ivy," he rasps, but they all knew just how serious he was. His finger then travels to Ivy's face, "That means you too. I better not so much as see you giving her the eye. This," he motions in a circle at all of them, "whatever it was, it's done. Our little "family"," he air quotes, "Is dead."
Ivy narrows her eyes at him. It appeared as though she was about to unleash a rant about what she thought about his words. But to everyone's surprise, her anger wasn't directed at the Joker. "Wow Harls, it looks like everyone would rather be fucking you."
Only the Joker can see that Ivy rolls her eyes toward Jester. And then he notices his twins sigh as he sweeps back his own hair. And this makes a small smile play across the Joker's lips. Obviously his twin had made an offhanded remark along those lines to Ivy. Which meant Ivy's words were true, judging from Jester's reaction to it. His eyes dart back and forth between Jester and Ivy. "I double dog dare one of you to defy me," he says in a low gravelly tone. "Nobody touches her but me," he says and let's his eyes fall into Harley. The vacantness in them gave Harley chills. He then gnashes his teeth again and grabs Harley's arm and starts dragging her off.
He shoves her into the master bedroom. As she stands there, uncertain about what was going on, the Joker stalks around her in that intimidating way of his. He does it for a long while, every second of it making Harley more afraid.
"He touched you," the words finally come from his mouth. But it didn't at all sound as though he was asking her. It sounded like he was telling her. Like he already knew everything that had happened. Harley is uncertain about how to answer. "Where?" His eyes narrow at her, "In all of his favorite parts? Hum?"
"N-no...h-he..." Harley mutters.
The Joker quickly cuts her off with a tsk and the dramatic rolling of his eyes, "Do not insult my intelligence Harley. I know Jason just as well as he knows me and I know myself. I know how he thinks. I know how he feels. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself. Not with you my dear. No, no, no," he wags his finger in her face. "But you were about to tell me no, he didn't. I know that's a lie. But what I don't know, is why the fuck you're lying to me."
"I'm not ly-..." But before Harley could get out her last syllable, the back of the Joker's hand was going across her already beaten and bruised face.
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