Impulse

Decision Time

Leading Harley out of the lounge, Joker gestured at her to walk ahead. Turning on his heel swiftly, he moved quickly back towards his men. "That's a promise fellas. Don't touch what's mine." He growled these words, with anger surfacing. Blinking through the haze in his eyes he continued more calmly. "Any vulgar comments, wolf whistles or wandering eyes, I'll sew your mouths and eyes shut. Okay?"

No verbal response was given, but by the look in all their faces, they understood. When the Joker returned to Harley on the other side of the door, Hutch let out a deep sigh. "This ain't gunna end well."

"Whatcha' mean Hutch?" Curious, Will shifted in his seat. "She's hot, we could all do with some eye candy around this place."

"She's trouble I'm telling ya'. When have you ever seen the boss with a gal? Never." Hutch snapped, folding his arms across his chest.

"She looks harmless enough..." Will moved towards Hutch, taking the empty seat next to him. Leaning in for a whisper. "What you gunna do Hutch?"

"Boss don't do harmless... She's gunna ruin everything we've built, our empire." He said, tapping his gun holster.

Will knew exactly what was going to happen if she became a distraction. "He'll kill you, you know that right?"

"He won't choose her over me. No way." Hutch replied confidently.

Joker lead Harley towards the Garage after they slipped out of the lounge. Walking through the cold musky room, He stopped her. "These fine machines are mine toots." He said, pointing at the purple Lamborghini, Matte black Audi R8 and a Vibrant green Aston Martin DB9.

"Very James bond.." She chuckled, quickly placing a hand over her mouth. Am I allowed to laugh, was that a rule?

He grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her face. "Don't you ever, and I mean ever, hide a smile, laugh or giggle from me again."

Nodding, she raised her eyes to his, searching his eyes for answers. She wondered how he changed his personality so quickly. Harley panned across the garage, taking in the smell of diesel and petrol. She loved that smell. She then noticed a car with a cover over it in the corner, without realising, she moved towards it. Harley was drawn to it somehow, like a magnet.

"What's under here?" She asked, grasping the cover in her fingers. She looked to the Joker for permission, he granted it with a smirk. Without hesitation she pulled off the cover, it landed in a heap at her feet. Her eyes suddenly grew wide. "What. The. Fuck?!" Underneath sat her old Mini, the one she sold. How? She balled her hands into fists, her anger was to much to contain. What the-?

"Problem Pumpkin?" Joker teased, folding his arms across his chest.

"Don't you Pumpkin me! How'd you get this?" Harley shouted, gesturing to the car. He saw her eyes glaze over... How delicious.

"Watch your tongue Princess!" This was a warning but a light one, he wanted to see what she would do next.

"How did you-? Tell me!" Harley demanded.

Ignoring her, he chuckled. The first part of her training had begun and it was to see how far she'd go.

"Answer me Damnit!" She yelled, feeling rage bubble in her blood like toxin.

"I brought it." J retorted, stepping closer to her. "Have you forgotten the rules already sweets?"

"None of those rules forbid me at being angry, you asshole!" She replied.

"C'mon then." Extending his arms, gesturing her forward to invite her anger. "Gimme your best shot."

Harley tried to blink through her rage, but it was all too much. He'd kidnapped her, rendered her unconscious... twice, nearly killed her.. TWICE. Taken her away from her life, and trapped her in this hell hole. Granted it was a nice place but the atmosphere wasn't. His men either wanted to fuck her or kill her, especially Hutch. She'd been dragged around like some rag doll, Stalked, abused and now he had her car!