Mad Love

Part 28~ The return

"Ya got yaself a deal Mistah J"
J only chuckles at my comment and picks me up, cradling me in his arms like a groom would with his bride. Me being the sucker I am fell right back in love with Mistah J. It was a safe, comfortable heaven that was saved only for me. A lot of unpredictability, but I was open to anything. Thing was I never remembered loving him for his looks. It was the fact that he cried in front of me. Told me things about himself that led me to the conclusion that he was just a broken soul who needed me to mend it. I remember that day I vowed to always stick with Mistah J until he didn't want me anymore. It had been raining outside and we were in the torture rooms. Mistah J had brought me down for some fun, but it seemed like he was the only one having fun. But I was willing to suffer to make him happy. He had hooked me up to the electric chair and was taking great pleasure in torturing me. All of a sudden the room went quiet and all you could hear was my small whimpers and occasional giggles. That as until Mistah J released my metal bindings and slumped down in front of me. With his head on my lap I could hear small cries of agony turn into big ones. Was he hurt? Or did he regret punishing me? Either way I slumped down and wrapped my small arms around him. Stroking his hair and whispering little answers when he asked me questions was all I could do for him until he calmed down. I remember going upstairs for get him some tea, but upon returning he had left. Sure I would be heart broke if he didn't want me, but it's all for Mistah J. Suddenly in touch with my surroundings again I notice I'm sitting in the Purple Lamborghini with my seat belt on which I immediately took off. Mistah J must have buckled me up which was weird because he never makes me buckle up. Outside of the car I hear a loud thud and To accompany the noise came splatters of blood coating the back of the car. A loud grunt follows before a towel wipes the window clean. Mistah J notices me and smiles to which I return his smile. He runs to the drivers side of the car and hops inside.
"Ready to cause chaos MY Clown Queen of Crime?"
He says sticking up his hand -which was rare- waiting for me to grab it. Grabbing his hand shows an unspoken promise that I'm not afraid to make. Gripping his hand tightly I respond.
"Let's go my Clown King of Crime"
Mistah J let's out a laugh that always chilled me to the bone and we set off to have fun. As I stare at J I realise how much I missed this. Raiding the cities, driving around, killing people, and all of the above. He changed my fate in more ways than I thought possible, but yet I wouldn't have it any other way. I always looked at change as a bad thing, but thanks to him I look at change as an old friend. Someone that I have been missing a lot of years of bonding with. J's laughter was the biggest comfort to me. It left me feeling on edge and ready for a fight. The glare from the metallic themed dashboard glares at me as if I've done something wrong and it purposely wanted to blind me.
"Shall we eat dinner? I do have to say though you are looking very delectable all by yourself my Harley Quinn"
His voice sent every ounce of love I have towards his straight into my attitude. I was honestly willing to do anything for him.
"Thank ya Mistah J. I would love ta accompany ya tonight"
J's grin widens at my words as he pushes the gas petal even harder if that was humanly possible. 
Harley you guys aren't human
Touché voices. We are super humans. The ultimate crime duo. Harley Quinn and her Mistah J. Can you think of a better pairing.
Superman and Lois Lane
See I told you that you couldn't think of anyone else. We are a match made in hell.
Never mind Harley I digress
Good. That's the last I better hear outta you.
"Mistah J can ya role down my window ovah here?"
Mistah J looks slightly curious, but intrigued all the same. Without a word of disapproval he roles down the window on my side, allowing a rush of wind blow inside the car. My head slides out of the car and the familiar feel of wind in my hair greets me.
"FREEDOM!"
My voice could barely be heard over the roaring wind, but I take that as a challenge
"FREEDOM"
My throat strains to try and match the winds power level. My eyes pop open at the annoying loud honk of a trucks horn. All the lights from the bright city quickly flash before me as I stick my head back in the car before a truck can hit my head.
"HOW RUDE"
I tell Mistah J and pull out my golden pistol to shoot out his tires.
BANG BANG BANG
The driver swivels into a building as we speed by.
"HAHA"
My middle finger was raised at the guy as we passed.
"Welcome back to Gotham darling"
Mistah J chuckles at my behaviour which causes me to smirk. We arrive at our hideout and Mistah J grabs my hand.
"Mistah J I thought we were gonna go out to eat"
My voice cracks at my use of the baby voice. It drives Mistah J crazy. He growls before responding.
"My lovely Harley Quinn Go get dressed. Daddy has some work to do before we can play"
Shaking my head I cross my arms.
"But Mist-"
"NOW"
I squeal and quickly get out of the car. He sure was sexy when he was bossy I'll give him that. Scurrying to my room I turn down my familiar hallway. It was so weird to be back. It's like visiting a strange place. One only imbedded in your memories. I pass the familiar marking on the wall I made. It was a heart with HQ and J carved inside. Yes Mistah J had tortured me for it, but it was worth it. My fingers brushed across the wood brining back all memories of this place. My bedroom door was right in front of me, but I hesitated. Emotions of longing crowded my head and I immediately pushed open the door. Flicking on the light switch I could see that the inside was like the scene of a memory. I could remember when I was getting ready for Mistah J. I could practically see myself curling my hair. It was a case of dejavú at its finest. Deciding to pick out my outfit first I rush to my walk in closet to find it full of new clothes. I chuckle lightly because Mistah J always knows what I want. He was so generous to me. Once again I come face to face with my golden dress. I couldn't deny how dangerous I looked in that dress so I slung it over my arm and moved on. Heading to the shoe section of my closet I find the perfect pair of golden stilettos.
"HEY! I remember these"
Pushing my tongue to the side of my cheek hoping they still work I click my heels together. A sharp knife appears from inside the toe area. Well back to the good old days. Stealing a peek in the mirror I realise my makeup isn't done. A Mental face palm was done before I head over to my vanity table. Carvings ranging from "love ya puddin" "kill batsy" to tally marks, guns and hearts. A few minutes pass and I finish my makeup. This time I decided to smudge it to give the effect of craziness. Truth be told I'm not actually crazy.
LIAR
Oh shut up would you? You see I'm not crazy I'm simply a team player. My way of strategising may be different from other people's, but I'm not crazy. I just like the rush of putting my finger on the trigger does that sound crazy to you?
That's the definition of crazy Harley
What do you know you are just an aftermath of those chemicals.
Crazy and a rude bitch you're on a record Harley
Why I outta...no Harley keep calm.
Crazy
Crazy
Crazy
The voices kept chanting in my head until finally I couldn't take it. Slamming open my door I see a couple of Jokers goons flinch. What pussies! My grip on the golden pistol was hard as iron. Letting out all my stress I shoot each one that flinched one by one. The others just stood in silent horror. So I shot them too. We can't have any weaklings on guard. By the end of my shooting spree I felt much better. Well now that I'm in the mood I should load up on weapons for tonight. Back down the hallway I went until I passed up the carving. By it was a small black dot that hardly anyone could see unless you knew where to look. Clearing my throat I talk to the wall.
"Why so serious?"
The black dot starts blinking red rapidly, but there was nothing to worry about. The wall sections off into two pieces to reveal a secret room. Only Frost, Mistah J, and I knew about this room. It felt good to be home. Stepping inside I have to turn to see all of our weapons. I had my own section so I start my loading there. I grabbed one of my replacement baseball bats, a ring that Mistah J had given me, and a knife. The knife slid in perfectly under my dress band now all I needed to do was put the ring on and grab my bat. Inspecting the ring closer I see the gas latch. When the latch is pulled Joker Venom clouds the air, but luckily Poison Ivy gave me a shot for that. My hand slide around the grip on the bat and I headed out of the room, making sure to close the hidden room.
"Welcome back Miss Quinn"
Quickly spinning around with my gun in hand I relax almost immediately at the sight of Frost.
"How ya doin Frosted Tips?"
Frost chuckles at his nick name. We had become great friends over my time here.
"Pretty good jester girl. I'm glad you're back"
A hug was exchanged between us until a loud cackle broke us up.
"Harley girl let's go. No time for seducing! In the car now."
"Yes Puddin. Bye frosted tips"
Frost lightly chuckles before getting glared down by Mistah J. Aww what a kidder. He's always so protective of me.
Hurriedly I scurried to please Mistah J. I didn't want to make him mad. Frost had returned to his emotionless state that he always pulled in front of Mistah J. It was kinda smart of him. His strategy did work and look where it got him, wingman of the best criminal in Gotham who has an entire empire in Gotham. Well his empire is Gotham. That's not the only thing though. It's all about relationships Mistah J told me. Accidentally 'slip' some information about a certain person and they are wrapped around your finger. My tactic however is a little different. Act sexy, and any pig willing to try and take me home would get a bullet in the head from Mistah J. I call it the jealousy tactic and it hasn't let me down so far. Spotting Mistah J's vibrant green hair I quickly check myself in the mirror. I do have to admit I looked dangerously beautiful. Mistah J hops in the car and looks to me. He laughs, but covers his face with his hand. He always did that because he was self cautious about his metal teeth. That's why he only shows his teeth to his victims. They can't go tell if they aren't alive. Mistah J only showed me his teeth though which proved to me he loved me. He had to love me. I remember him showing me his teeth at a secession back at Arkham, but those days are behind us. The tattoo on his forehead reminded me of something I've been wanting for a while.
"Puddin"
Using my extra sexy voice I see it effects him. His breathing becomes deeper and more erotic than ever before. I knew I had this effect on him, but I don't know if he did. Out of no where a slap was placed right on my cheek.
"AH"
I whimper and look up. Mistah J was mad.
"Don't ever use that tone with me. I'm the Alpha so you understand? Whatever power you think you have doesn't exist. Do you understand?"
Whimpering I can't bring myself to hold eye contact any longer.
"Yes"
A low growl rumbles and echoes throughout the car.
"Yes what?"
Mistah J makes sure to get his point across by over pronouncing the t.
"Yes daddy"
Whimpering slightly the world blurs.
"Harley dear I'm sorry. Daddy just had to teach a lesson. You do enjoy daddy's lessons don't you?"
Nodding my head viciously J smiles. There his smile is again picking up my pieces of broken power. Giggling he remembers that I had a question.
"Harley girl what were you going to ask me?"
A devilish smirk spreads across my face.
"I want a tattoo. Like ya tattoos. I wanna look like ya. I wanna be apart of ya 'tattoo world' Mistah J"
Adding air quotations with my fingers a smirk that could even leave the devil shaken appears across his face. It was so full of madness, desire, and something else that I'm not even sure he knows about.
"Then what are we waiting for?"
Mistah J gripped my hand as he revved up the engine. After a few minutes of driving, and impatient squirming we were finally at a tattoo parlour. My head tilts up to see that the shop was named after me.
"Harley's tattoo parlour"
Mistah J looks to me with a serious expression.
"Just for you baby"
My heart could probably be seen pounding through my dress. It raced so fast that I though it would pop out of my chest as Mistah J leaned into me. I thought he was gonna kiss me, but I was sorely mistaken.
"Let's go"
He didn't kiss me he just leaned in and whispered to me. Pouting I get out of the Lamborghini. Mistah J notices my pout and smirks knowingly. He liked the power he had over me and it was quiet a big amount of power in my opinion. Maybe a little too much, but hey go big or go home. Plus it was my Puddin I'd do anything for him. My lip quivers as he grabs my arm and pulls me to the shop. The little bell rings when we enter the depressing looking shop. The colour black was everywhere and all of the people wore black like we were at a funeral or something.
"Heya Mistah J who died? It looks like a funeral just happened and we luckily missed it"
J chuckles and guides me to a chair. It was a leather chair, but it looked cheap. Probably only 12 bucks at the most. Yet I sit down anyways to please my Puddin. A zombie looking woman comes up to us, but her eyes never leave her phone.
"What do you wan-"
She freezes in place and stares at Mistah J. Hey! No one stares at Mistah J except me! My hand tightens around the golden gun in my side giving a relief of some sort to me. If she stares for one for second I'll-
"Hello? Anybody home?"
Mistah J knocks on her head, but she just stands there. Finally having enough I pull out my revolver and shoot the staring bitch.
BANG
Mistah J looks at me with a curious face plastered on.
"What? She was defective Puddin. She was just standin there. I thought she was broken"
J eyes me before calling another zombie person over. They walked like zombies, they looked like zombies, but they were human. I could tell.
"Yes Joker sir what would you li-"
"Get my lovely doll over here a tattoo"
J strokes my hair and I practically melt. He didn't show affection like this before Task Fire X I wonder what changed his mind.
"What would you like Ms.Quinn?"
J steps over to the guy.
"I'll be deciding for her. And please refrain from starring at her or prepare to wear my knife as a hat. I know she is ravishing, but she is mine after all. You understand don't you? You do have a lovely lady at ho- oh wait no you don't. You are quiet lonely and you are- how old was it 29?"
The man nods his head and holds back tears.
"Mistah I would appreciate if we hurried this along"
J glares at the guy and he asks what I want.
"I'll be deciding that for her thank you"
"But Mistah J-"
"No buts Harley those are for sitting"
"Yes Mistah J"
J whispered stuff to the man and pointed to various parts of my body. By this point it was getting boring and I thought I would be bored forever. I might as well make my own fun. My revolver rolls around in my hand and I see a particularly pretty lady that had been eyeing Mistah J. I saw another lady and the rest were guys. The goons were at the door and I knew I had a great clean up crew at my beck and call so I get to work. Mistah J and the dude were in the other room and by the looks of the walls they were pretty sturdy and would block out most of the sound. Wait...maybe they can be of use to me when I get bored. Shaking my head I replace the bullets with some darts. Sleeping darts to be exact.
BANG
BANG
Everyone froze in their place and made sure they weren't the ones shot before returning to their work shakily.
"GOONS!"
They all scrambled to get to my side.
"Clean our friends up and put em in our torture room back at home. They have been eyeing stuff they shouldn't be"
I wink at them and they seem to pick up my message. They carried the girls out to the van and they strapped them in.
"YAHTZEE"
I yell and finally relax. Mistah J enters again with the scrawny man and he begins his work. Oh did I mention I DONT LIKE NEEDLES! I would suck it up for Mistah J though. It hurt like hell, but I wasn't going to show weakness. And plus it didn't hurt that much....
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Mistah J was silently watching in the corner as I laughed in pain. I made eye contact with him throughout the entire time. The man had tattooed "joker" like Mistah J had on his stomach, a pair of wings on my back with a knife in them signifying Mistah J's kill of Robin, and the word "Puddin" on my leg upon my request.
"I'll take it from here"
BANG
Mistah J shoots the scrawny man in the head and he slumps to the ground after all the life is pulled from him by a small piece of metal. J settles in on the chair which I could tell was uncomfortable by his facial expression.
"Let's get started shall we?"
Laughing I nod and he joins in.
"Well doc it seems we have switched places. You're the one under the needle this time"
A memory fazes into my brain of a faint image of me tattooing the number 600 on his bicep. We had to do this with all the patients as a sort of bonding/tracking device. The ink was permeant and the person couldn't hide it. It was our way of telling them apart. I giggle at his joke and he pretends to give me a tattoo.
"Don't worry my dear I know you don't like needles, but you asked for this"
Nodding my head I show him I can take it.
"I'll take it for ya Mistah J"
J looks to me confused at my show of affection as he always was, but went on with the super sharp utensil. I didn't mention that I really...really....really don't like needles. I almost pass out, but I suck it up for J. He notices my discomfort, but continues anyways. This went on for hours until he was finally done.
"All finished Harley-girl. Take a look"
Gripping  the mirrors edge I look in the mirror at the me staring back at me. I looked...well insane! A heart decorated my cheek, but I do remember that one hurting extra. It still looked adorable though and the fact that Mistah J did it for me I loved it even more never mind the pain. The word "rotten" accompanied the heart on my face. It was magnificent and this one probably hurt the second most. The ones on my back were amazing and they were probably the ones that hurt the most. They get the award for worst pain ever. I had a red and black diamond pattern on my pointer fingers so that when I put my middle finger up it would show "Mistah J" down the side of my middle finger. A personal message from Mistah J and me to everyone that pisses me off. Bunches of doodles such as hearts, diamonds from my old costume, saying like "hands off the merch" and "we're bad guys it's what we do" that was a custom tattoo, tally marks that signalled how long I had been in jail, and the words "puddin" "Mistah J" "J" or "Joker" all over my thigh. Those hurt the least which I was thankful for. Diamonds lined my right forearm in a cuff pattern in blue and red. The diamond pattern lined my ankles as well. My final tattoo was the phrase "lucky you" on my left arm considering it was bare. Surprisingly I didn't  break the glass with my squeal I jump onto Mistah J's lap and smack a big kiss on his lips. I could tell a bit had come off on my lips because his lips looked slightly faded. Now wearing Mistah J's lipstick I hop off of his lap and step up on my chair.
"ALRIGHT YA ALL GOT 1 SECOND TA RUN OR YA GETTIN YA BRAINS BLOWN OUTTA THIS DIMENSIÓN YA UNDERSTAND?"
Immediate chaos broke out between all of the freakish people before I shut each and everyone one of them in their heads.
BANG
BANG
BANG
BANG
My fingers latch onto my bat before hey all fall and I pretend shoot each one and they fall in sync. I was immediately yanked off the counter and pinned to a wall.
"I love when you get crazy my Harley Quinn"
He rips my lips apart with his lips and I'm left satisfied and wanting more. Sadly, Mistah J knew this and walked out the door leaving me whimpering.
"That man is gonna be the death of me"
Oh Harley
OH voices. Skipping out of the doors I get into the passengers seat of the Lamborghini and I'm barley given enough time to shut the door before J takes off.
"Ready to reclaim the town MY Clown Queen of Crime?"
"Sure am Mistah J"
He grabs my hand and we set off into the town ready for anything.