tears of an angel jokerxharley

let me under your skin

I know, I know, feel free to hate me! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever! I do have a kind of excuse!! My computer has been in and out of repairs for the last 3 weeks (Apple has been super crappy..) And they wiped my hard drive! I had chapters on there which I didn't save elsewhere because they told me it would come to that! I'm so so sorry! I have been writing today so there should be more coming! Hope you enjoy, things are going to heat up again!

Lots of love (and apologies) as always xx

For the first three days it was blissful. All thoughts of Pamela and the occurrence in the hallway had vanished from Harley's mind. He was really trying. For her. His touch was soft and his words gentle. He hadn't got angry or frustrated with her once. He was incredibly compassionate and concerned for her wellbeing. And Harley relished in it, maybe running away to Pamela's was exactly what she needed to become the centre of his attention. She settled easily into the domestic routine they had created, hoping he would too.

By the fourth day he was growing restless, she could tell. It was obvious is the way he curled his fingers into a boney fist when she complained about him leaving the dishes on the sink, or finding dirty laundry just after she had done the washing. She would tell when she caught him having hushed conversations on the phone when he thought she was distracted. She was loosing him, loosing him back to that old life.

She would never say it, but she was craving it too. She missed the thrill, the laughter. She missed the club, the smoky air, the liquor stained seats. The dancers, their booth. She missed the fun. She didn't like being cooped up in here.

By the seventh day he had had enough. She woke up to him agitatedly throwing the covers off the bed. He loomed over her as she tiredly blinked up at him.

"Harley" he said, his voice firm but not fierce.

"I miss it too Puddin" she said. He couldn't hide the shock on his face at her words, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He didn't need to say anymore. he wouldn't pander to her. It wasn't how they worked.

She sat up, resting her head on his shoulder lightly as one of his hands found their way up into her tousled blonde curls.

"The club tonight Harls?" he asked, grinning slightly. She nodded eagerly.

'The black dress?" she asked. He shook his head.

"No dollface, the green one. Daddy wants everyone to know who you belong to."

He leaned and kissed her lips, causing her heart to flutter. She smiled and nodded. He patted her head, standing up.

'I've got business to attend to baby, get ready for tonight. I want it to be a real show."

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By the time that they got into the car to drive to the club Harley was so giddy she could hardly contain herself. She bounced eagerly in her chair, watching as The Joker slammed on the accelerator, weaving through Gotham's traffic to get to their destination. When she saw the lights flashing out the front she squealed. His hand squeezed her thigh as he pulled up, tossing his keys to Frost as he helped her out of the car, ever the gentleman. She leaned up and let her lips graze his chin as his fingers lightly touched the nape of her neck. They both smiled, teasingly as they walked inside the club.

The place was just as Harley remembered. Full of smoke and men. She could feel their eyes on her as they entered and she smiled. She leaned over to kiss his neck, deliberately leaving a lipstick stain on his white shirt.

"I'm going to get a drink, okay Puddin?" she said.

He nodded at her, eyes elsewhere.

"Daddy has business Pumpkin, why dont you run along and find someone to play with."

She nodded.

"Of course baby, call me when you get bored!" she chirped, running off to the bar.

He ran a hand though his hair and made his way over to the private booth. The whisky was already there for him and he poured himself a generous glass. He enjoyed the burn and he turned his head to watch Harley chatter happily to the man at the bar, her body bent over to give him a nice view of the back of her legs. He licked his lips, swirling the amber liquid around in his glass.

She glanced back at him with a smirk. What a devious little minx. She knew exactly what she was doing. Mm, she would have to pay for that one. She blew him a kiss, quickly finishing her own drink before walking over to the clear glass box in the middle of the club and climbing inside. The dancers and men alike flocked to her as she slowly began grinding on the pole, the emerald dress reflecting under the dim lights. His hand tightened on his cane. He knew exactly what she wanted and when she was like this she was incredibly persuasive.

He was just about to get up and call her when he heard laughter at the clubs entrance. He turned and froze, a cold look settling on his face.

Pamela smirked at him from the entrance, a petite blonde nothing hanging off her arm. She was dressed smartly, the green shift dress catching under the light, in a similar way to Harley's. The Joker suddenly wasn't sure if green was his colour. He watched as she moved forward into the room, the blonde girl talking excitedly as Ivy petted her hair.

He turned and saw Harley frozen behind the glass. Her face was a picture of hurt and betrayal and he growled. No one hurt his Harley. No one except him.

He clenched his cane. No matter. Nothing killed a bothersome weed like a bullet in the back of its head.

Okay guys! Hope you enjoyed! Comment and let me know what you think!! xx