The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter thirteen

Okay so I know Harley doesn't wear a dress and there is no gold on it and she doesn't wear a white mask, but I wanted to make it more interesting so... Deal with it!

Hehehe love you all

<3 Tess

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<Claire's/Harley Quinn's POV>

"Where are we?" The Joker had blindfolded me before allowing me to step into the building. I could tell it was big by the sounds echoing off of the walls of water dripping and mechanical singing and the sound of things rolling on the ground and hitting each other. I was terrified, but at the same time I wasn't. My mind told me this was where I was meant to be.

He took the blindfold off of my face and stepped aside to allow a full view of the giant warehouse we were in. The place was huge, the ceiling was high, but the weirdest part was all of the toys everywhere. There were trains and puppets and dolls and candy and toy solders and helicopters... And they were all alive, moving, singing. Now that I could see everything I wasn't scared anymore. In fact, I found the whole place amusing. It was a little kid's heaven. And my mind being taken over by the Joker, I sort of was a little kid in a way.

"Look at all of the toys!" I exclaimed. "Can we play with them?" 'Woah... Where'd that come from?'

"Not at the moment, dearie. I have bigger plans for us. Big, big plans." He giggled a little, his wide smile facing towards me. I was used to it by one and I didn't even flinch when he touched my shoulder. "Why don't we go to the... Idea room."

"Sure thing, puddin'." I followed him through the maze of toys, my mouth gaping at all of the wondrous things. I loved it. It was so beautiful. The porcelain dolls stared back at me with bug blue eyes when I glanced at them, taking in their beauty.

The Joker must have seen my gazing eyes look over the dolls in envy because he said, "You know what? Why don't we dress you in something more comfortable first, dearie?"

"Okay."

He led me to a small room in the back that had a rack of dresses. 'And why does he have all of these? Eh... What ever.' I shook my head.

"Pick any one you want, dearie. I can wait outside."

I gave him my creepy smile and looked through the rack of dresses. They were all short, mid-thigh length. And they were all very beautiful. I took quite a while to pick one out. It was black with a red ribbon around my waist with a bow in the back. From the ribbon to my chest, it laced up in the middle in gold. The neck line when straight across my chest to my shoulders with small red ribbons acting as sleeves on my shoulders. The bottom of the dress was lined with gold and there were golden rhinestones all over the bottom. Underneath the dress were layers of red fabric, making the skirt of the dress puff out. I pulled on some black knee-high boots and red leg warmers and wandered out of the room to find the Joker standing at the door waiting for my arrival.

"Here my dear," he said as he handed my a white mask with gold glitter in swirling patterns. It was absolutely beautiful. "You look quite lovely." He stepped aside for me to see a full body mirror. I studied myself.

"One more thing." I went back to the room and on a table I found a tube of red lipstick. I smothered it all over my lips and onto my scars. "That's better." I really did look beautiful, aside from my ugly smile. The dress complimented my blazing hair nicely and the white mask made my green eyes stand out.

"Come along dearie. Let's go over that plan of mine!" the Joker let out with a chuckle. I smiled and scurried after him to the 'idea room' which had even more toys than the entrance of the warehouse.