My Not-So Sane Romance

Chapter 11

Harley's POV

I tried not to look back as Joker's goons dragged Wade into the car. If I did, Joker would think I cared about him. Ah shit, I gotta put on the biggest show of my life...

Next thing I knew, Joker was acting all nice to me... He opened the door of his purple Lamborghini. When he got in the car, we didn't leave right away.

He's freaking me out... Why the hell is he staring at me like that? Does he know what's up?

"Harley," Joker called, "listen to me."

"Yes, Puddin?" I said, choking out that name. It was dead to me.

"That lasagna faced bastard, he got me thinking. I know I don't say this a lot, but I shouldn't have let ya go. Ya look beautiful," he said, barely looking in my eyes. I could tell this was hard for him. He's never said his thoughts like this before, without the intention of manipulating me. He actually cares.

"Thank ya, Puddin. Ya lookin good too. Aw, come here!" I say, pulling him over for a kiss. I ran my fingers along his tattoos, in between his half buttoned maroon shirt.

I knew I needed to convince him that I cared about him. But do I? I'm skeptical if he does, but I'm trying not to be fooled so easily. I just have to get through the night. But then, Joker pushes me off after kissing for 3 minutes straight. I try to look like I enjoyed it, which is surprisingly too easy.

"Harl, wait till we get home. We can do whatever we want there. The toxin that the spandex covered douche inhaled lasts 12 hours. Plus, I gave the goons the night off," he said with a dirty grin.

Shit, I know that smile. This is gonna be a rough night...

I smiled back and tried not to look at him after that. Eventually, I survived the ride.

Joker opened the door for me and took my hand. He guided me by my waist and led me into the comedy club. He must've really meant everything he said because there were candles and rose petals leading to our bedroom.

I know what this is... He wants me to.... Ugh. I'm gonna have to do this. If I didn't, he would know something's wrong. Oh crap I'm gonna have to. I'm sorry Wade, this doesn't mean anything.

Joker starts to take off his jacket, smiling while he does it and walking towards me. He takes off his maroon dress shirt and I break eye contact to look at his killer v-line. He leans in to kiss me, but quickly moves away to the bathroom, leaving me with a confused look on my face.

He comes back with the same arkham asylum sweatpants he had on when we first met. They were riding insanely low on his hips, almost flashing me. He looked so tempting, I couldn't help but bite my lip. This reminded me of what I saw in him. What he meant to me before all this. What strangely beautiful thing he destroyed, and what I tried to fix.

Joker viciously pulled me by my waist closer to him. He kissed me passionately for what felt like hours. He moved his lips down my neck and his hands even lower. I shuddered a little and got over it. I almost let out a squeal when he picked me up and laid me down on the silk sheets. His body went in between my legs with his tongue in between my lips.

I could tell he was trying to be gentle with me to show he really did miss me. His thrusts would get slower, and he would kiss me a lot, whispering "Oh Harley..." followed my heavy moaning.

This was the best we've had in weeks. Was this how he was trying to win me back?