Mad Love (The Joker And Harley Quinn Fanfiction)

Chapter 15: Reborn

He has no intentions of saving her.

No one, not even his trusted henchman, have live for him the way she has. When he watched her as she dived into her possible death, he was stunned, she didn't think twice; yet he shook any feelings of guilt and turn around; he doesn't need a hopelessly in love doctor following him anywhere he goes

There are many ways to escape the Asylum

There has to be

But there was something about her that was challenging

And everything went as planned, but not in the way I was expecting

In that moment, something has struck him. A primal urge. Something he couldn't describe.

She knew he craved power and dominance. Being in control makes him most secure in a world he created with destruction.

She knows what say, how to say it and how to make the right move. She's so innocent, a perfect submissive; yet there was power in that which unsettled him. Everytime she submits she's evoking these emotions hidden in the deepest part of his brain, toying with them, forcing them to soar.

Then suddenly he stopped, halted him dead in his tracks, he remembered her smile, her witty thoughts and her smart mouth

He wants her, nothing more, nothing less. He just simply wants her, he would teach her how to act, to say and how to make him happy, she was his creation

I created her

My personal jester

My harlequin

He groaned frustratingly and as if against his will, he turn around and remove his coat. Diving head first to the vat of chemicals.

He outstretched his arms the moment his skin felt the familiar stinging sensation of the burning lava. A rusty old memory peeked inside his brain just when his eyes was blinded by a green fog; it was this moment that he built his new identity, much more darker than before.

Then he saw her, he didn't planned to save her, but a part of him just won't let go. All these feelings, thoughts and emotions, he cannot understand; he cannot understand what is happening inside of him, like she had drag him in a whole different world. For him she was so fucking intoxicating.

The cool air hits his face moments later, holding her in his arms, her seemingly unconscious body  totally at his will. It had awoken a feeling in him that was hidden in the deepest part of his soul; Desire

His lips found hers as Harleen woke up suddenly. She gasped, desperately needing air as her eyes opened and saw the beautiful man in front her . Their eyes met and she immediately grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer, silently begging for a kiss. He obliged, and as their lips collided Harleen felt intoxicated. She fisted his lime green hair and reached down to tug his shirt but noticed it was already his skin.

The vat had stolen the fabric of their clothes. The blue dye of her deteriorating blouse  was swirling beautifully in the chemicals with the Joker's magenta shirt, which practically has only remaining few threads hanging on his chest.

Yours

He pulled away, still holding her in his arms; he threw his head back and laughed with such a devious intensity. Harleen stared in awe as the passion was soaring to her chest

Mine

Mine

Mine

Her smile became a giggle which turned into a laugh as she joined him, creating a beautiful music, praying she would always hear it again and again.