Crazy in Love (ALL NEW CHAPTERS!!!!)

TroubleMakers

Harley's POV

Mr. J's expression faltered for a moment, hesitation flickering in his eyes as he glanced at her. It wasn't like him to second-guess himself, especially when it came to killing. But she noticed it—the way he looked to her, as if searching for her approval.

She smiled warmly, that same reassuring smile she always gave him when he seemed lost in his own chaotic mind.

"Harley, how are you today, my darling?" he asked suddenly, his voice softer than she expected.

The question caught her off guard. It wasn't like him to ask about her well-being, to show even the faintest glimmer of care. Normally, she was the one pouring love and hope into their something-not-quite-a-relationship. She knew he had feelings for her, but she never imagined he'd act on them.

"I'm fine, Mr. J!" she replied, her smile wide even as a storm of butterflies fluttered in her stomach. But beneath that smile, her heart ached. I'm not supposed to have him. He's supposed to toy with me, not love me back.

Their kind of love—the love she craved—didn't belong in a world as broken as theirs.

"Any word from the Bat?" he asked, his hoarse voice pulling her from her thoughts.

She grinned wickedly, turning her attention to the two hulking men standing behind her. "I can get some boys on him," she said with a smirk. Her hands found her waist as she faced them, her tone sharp and commanding.

"Find the Bat," she barked. The men exchanged glances before nodding and heading off.

She turned back to Mr. J, and her chest tightened at the way he was watching her—those sharp, calculating eyes that always seemed to see right through her.

The Joker's POV

Harley had a way of looking at him that made his insides twist, but in the best possible way. She sent the boys off with that gleeful fire in her eyes, and for a moment, he just watched her. She was the perfect mix of chaos and charm, his living contradiction.

He settled into his chair, rocking back and forth, trying to focus on what to do next. But her energy was infectious, her excitement pulling him out of his thoughts. He couldn't resist her.

"How about we go find some trouble!?" he blurted, springing up from the chair and standing so close to her their bodies nearly touched.

Her breath hitched—he could feel it. And, oh, how he loved that.

"Marvelous idea, Mr. J!" she beamed, lifting herself onto her tiptoes, her fingers laced together like a kid at Christmas. Her excitement sent a thrill down his spine, pulling a crooked grin to his face.

They headed toward the door, but he stopped her with a playful, "Buh, buh, buh... Can't have fun without some toys."

Her grin stretched wider as she grabbed her favorite bat, its surface still stained with dried blood. He, on the other hand, reached for a crowbar. He didn't need it—his fists worked just fine—but it was about the style.

For a moment, she froze at the word "toys." He caught the hesitation in her eyes and couldn't help but smirk. Maybe it was because she knew she was his—his prized toy, his partner in chaos.

What she didn't know, what she couldn't see, was that he'd fallen for her long ago. He called her his toy, his diamond, but somewhere along the way, she'd become so much more.

And maybe, just maybe, one day he'd tell her. But for now, the chaos called.