Part 18~ The Normal Day

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Mistah J, and I were speeding down the highways of Gotham our shrills of laughter filling the space in the car.
"Mistah J can ya roll down my window?"
He nods, and presses a button, not questioning my intentions. I felt so free. I stick my head out of the window, and let the wind take my hairs curly reins. I see a fast approaching car, and stick my head inside of the car at the last minute. I felt the small kicks of adrenaline travel through my every vein, and I loved it. I look out of the corner of my eye, and see Mistah J concentrated on the road.
"We are almost there Harley girl I would get ready. It's gonna be a quick little shopping spree"
I nod my head, and the car stops.
"Mistah J do I need a weapon?"
I ask as he pulls out a green pistol with purple writing of hahahahahah all over it. On the gun I see two words written in golden ink. 'Smile,and frown'
"Oh my little minx I didn't forget about you"
He laughs, and stomps his foot on the floor board.
"Why so serious"
He says aloud, and a secret compartment opens up from under my seat. I reach down, and pull out a black, and gold gun with the words 'love,and hate" written on it. The handle was intricately carved from gold, and I can't even begin to imagine where Mistah J got it from.
"You like it?"
He laughs as I avert my stare from the gun to him. I leap from my seat into his arms, and hug him. He stiffens up, and I let go.
"J I love it"
He loosens up again pulling a smile up from the debris of his previous stiffness.
"Glad to hear it. Now let's go shopping"
He laughs, and I join in. We hop out of the car, and I see we are at a warehouse. J walks up to the door, and pulls me alongside him. He bangs his knuckles on the door creating a secret knock. A small latch opens from the door, and I could see a pair of eyes.
"Member?"
J laughs, and runs a hand through his hair.
"Member: Joker, and Member: Harley"
The guy opens the door, and leads us down a staircase. He opens some velvet curtains I didn't notice before, and leads us down into a shopping centre. It was a bunch of stores that I had never heard of before. 'Catwoman's toys, Penguin's pub, Poison Clothes, Riddle me this', and much more. I giggle at the rush of criminal looking people with serious faces.
"Welcome to the Evil Market Harley. Ever heard of a black market? Well this is all dedicated to villains."
My jaw drops, and he leads me to 'poison clothes'. He pulls open he green doors, and we walk in.
"Daddy has a friend to catch up with go find some clothes Harley. Although this jester suit is quiet...tight"
He growls eyeing me. I nod my head, and salute him, as a lady with red haired walks up to me.
"Hi how may I-Harleen?"
Her soft angelic voice made a small thump come from the back of my skull like I was forgetting something.
"Who is Harleen? I'm Harley. Harley Quinn nice ta meetcha"
I give her a very cheeky grin as she pulls me into a hug.
"Do you not remember me?"
She asks, and I break free from the stranger. I shake my head no, and she stares at the tips of my hair. As if a switch turned on in her green head she shakes her head.
"Must be one of J's newest projects"
She mumbles under her breathe. What is this chick up to?
"Ok well welcome Harley. I'm Poison Ivy what kind of look are you going for?"
I think for a moment, and an idea comes to mind.
"Walk in the ballpark, dangerous, edgy, I could kill you with the wink of an eye, sexy type of look."
She nods her head, and hurried off. She returns with many types of red, and blue fabric.
"Which ones for the shorts?"
I point to two metallic looking colours, and she nods. We walk to the fitting room, and she measured me. She kept nodding her head saying 'hmmm'. What's she hmmming about? After what seemed like forever she comes back with a pair of red, and blue booty shorts. I squeal, and run off to try them on. She walks behind me, and sits in a chair. I close the green velvet curtain, and face myself in the mirror. I unzip the jester suit, and put on the shorts. I had snapped my bra off in the process of putting on my clothes, and I walk out my upper half completely comando. Ivy looks up, and a smug look slips onto her face, only making her features look better.
"Darling as much as I like you like this you need something to cover those up"
She points to my chest, and I nod. I go back, and grab the bra not really seeing why I had to have a bra on. Isn't this supposed to be a free world? I come back out, and she nods. We walk through the shoe section, and Ivy digs into a secret compartment.
"I have been saving these for a special customer, and now I see that customer is you"
She pulls out a pair of high heeled sneakers, and I squeal bouncing in place. She smiles, and hands me a pair of sexy fish net stockings. I go back to the changing room, and take the shorts off. I slide the fishnet up each leg, and admire how good I looked in the huge mirror facing me. I slide the shorts back on, and put the heels on. They fit like a glove. After posing in the mirror I walk out.
"Now you need a shirt"
She thinks to herself, and goes to a back room. She walk out again with a red, and white shirt that had printing of 'Daddy's little monster' on the front. My eyes lit with excitement, and she hesitates.
"It's a bit out of shape, I tried to stitch it, but a few came loose. Do you want me to patch it up again?"
I shake my head no.
"Naw I kinda like it all beaten up. It shows I am not afraid to get down, and dirty"
She grins, respecting my decision, and I skip off the all to familiar by now dressing room. I slide the shirt over my small frame, and giggle at my reflection. I looked great, but a little dull.
"AYE Red ya got any spikes?"
I hear her sprint, and I quietly giggle knowing she had the perfect thing.
"I have the perfect thing darling"
She comes into the dressing room, and cuffs the jewellery onto my arms. She was a bit taller than me so she places her hands on my shoulder, and we stare at my reflection. I looked dangerous, and sexy at the same time. The most deadly combination.
"Ya got any gun holstahs  for me Red?"
She coughs, and pulls a stern face.
"Now now what's the magic word?"
I play pout, and look into her green eyes.
"Red can ya please get me a gun holstah?"
Red smiles, and grabs them from behind her back. She slides them over my arms, and hooks them so they are out of my way, but easy to reach.
"Get a jacket to hide those, and you are all set"
She smiles at me, and leads me out to Mistah J.
"Alright clown here is my masterpiece"
Mistah J turns his head up to look at me, and let's out a chaotic laugh.
"It's absolutely...so wonderful"
He growls, and pulls my close.
"Oh I almost forgot how much do I owe ya Red?"
She shakes her head, and grins.
"It's on the house. Since you at a friend"
I laugh, and hug her one last time. She slides a piece of paper into my hand, and whispers in my ear.
"Here is my number. Call me ok?"
I nod, and subtly slide the paper into my bra. I turn back to Mistah J, and we walk out back the way we came. He unlocks the doors to his neon purple Lamborghini, and I hop into the passenger side. On the floorboard I see a bag with my name scrawled across in gold letters. I pick it up, not asking questions. Inside was a jacket red, and blue. I gasp, and turn it around to see the words 'property of Joker' on the back. It had some other cool designes, but that one was my favourite. I slide the wonderfully comfy jacket over my body, and see a box at the bottom of the bag. I grab it, and bring it to the light. It was red, and I couldn't help, but let curiosity take over. I open it to see a golden chocker with the words 'Puddin' in bold block letters. I squeal, and turn to the drivers side. I am come face to face with a grinning Joker. I hug him again, but this time he hugs back. I laugh, and so does he.
"Clip this on for me will ya?"
He nods, and I turn my back to him. He could have easily hurt me as I was vulnerable to the unknown, but instead he clips the choker onto me. It was kinda like a dog collar. I was his pet, obedient, but someone he could trust. I was his. He starts up the car, and we go speeding home.

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