Bits and Pieces//Harley and Joker

Personal Heaven

Harley had her own personal play gym in her and Joker's massive house. A small room with ropes to climb on and flip and twirl to practice her trapeze. Targets to practice throwing knives. Punching bags. Mats and bars to practice her gymnastics skills.

Now, Harley skipped into the room, shutting the door behind her and smiling at the welcoming sight of all the equipment. She hadn't been in there in weeks and her body was aching to be used for its skills. Harley walked to the back of the room to turn on her music on the record player. Music made practicing so much easier.

The room had dark purple walls and one huge window on one wall that overlooked Gotham. It was now night time and the bright city lights and the moon were the only lights that illuminated the room. The floor was a wooden floor, despite the fact that Harley could possibly fall from her ropes or the bars and crack her skull open. But she liked the risk. After all, she did have cement flooring in her cell at Belle Reve and nothing major ever happened to her then.

Harley went over to the gymnastics bars. She never used grips or chalk on her hands. In a real life situation, she wouldn't have those things so there was no need to practice with them. Training in this room was meant for training for real life situations. She had to make it as real as it could possibly get.

She hopped up to the high bar, her legs were now about 6 feet off of the floor. She exhaled and then pushed her legs forward to swing her whole body around the bar. The blonde loved the feeling of the wind in her ears whenever she swooped around, letting herself fall forward and gravity picking her up again right back where she started. It felt like everything was in slow motion.

After she did a few rounds of tricks on her bars, she jumped off and headed over to her ropes. Oh, how she loved her ropes. They were made out of aerial silk and she didn't use any sort of protection on her. If she fell, she fell. Nothing could stop her from falling.

She gripped onto the silk and hoisted herself up, twisting her body so that one leg was draped over the silk and the other was behind her. Harley giggled as she twirled upside down and now her legs were pointed to each side. She seemed at peace as she closed her eyes, listening to her music and twirling her hair.

You don't own me.
I'm not just one of your many toys.

Harley knew this song was completely opposite of what she was to the Joker. The Joker does own her. She is one of his toys. But Harley still liked to listen to it. It reminded her of her days in Belle Reve, not having a care in the world about who owned her. She knew in the back of her head that she was Joker's property at the time but something about Belle Reve made her feel like she was completely alone. She didn't mind it sometimes when she was the only one floating in the air, her legs clung on for dear life to the silk, the only light was the small sliver of sunlight that shone through the ceiling window of her cell.

"Dollface..."

The Joker's throaty voice suddenly woke Harley up from her thoughts. She startled a bit and opened her eyes, only to see her Mr. J upside down due to her position on the silk ropes.
He was leaned against the door frame, studying her, his arms crossed and a playful grin on his lips.

Harley giggled and pulled her self upright, so that she was sitting on the ropes like a swing. She looked flirtatiously at the Joker, biting her lip. He had been watching her this whole time.

The Joker walked slowly towards her, his arms still crossed over his maroon dress shirt.

"You gonna come down from there or what?" He asked her playfully. They were face to face now, enough for Harley to lean down and kiss him. But her smile only grew more and she giggled again,

"I think I'll go with 'or what'."

She really didn't want to get down from her heaven. She loved being up there. It made her feel like the only one who could float, who could fly. It was a place where she could forget everything and think and let her mind roam free. But she knew that the Joker had a short temper and he could only have patience for only so much of her whining.

The Joker gazed at her, somewhat in awe. He thought it was amazing how she was so flexible, how she could climb and twist and turn, 10 feet in the air.

"You've been in here for an hour now. Come on, Harls."

Harley pouted at him but quickly twisted herself so that she was upside down again. "Aw, come on, Puddin'. Play with me!" She whined like a toddler and twirled her hair through her fingers, not giving up just yet.

As much as the Joker wanted to pull her down, feel her skin on his, and kiss  her right that second, he had to resist. He actually had missed her presence around the house and she had been cooped up in her playroom this whole time. But he couldn't show his affection for her. He wasn't clingy like her, no.

"Not right now, doll. We have business to attend to." The Joker smiled and stepped closer to her. The 'we' immediately made Harley excited. She hadn't gone out with the Joker on one of his deals in a long time. This was special to her.

"We?" She reassured and pulled herself up again, swinging up right on the silk.

"You heard me." The Joker raised his eyebrows at her. He reached his arms out, gesturing to carry her and Harley giggled again, hopping off the ropes and into his strong arms. She clung on to his shirt, realizing how much she's missed him this whole time. She missed his touch.

Silly girl. The Joker thought as he carried her out of her playroom, shutting the door with his foot behind them. He could smell her delicious scent of vanilla and berry shampoo in her blonde locks, but he never admitted to her that he loved it.

So clingy.