Impulse

Satin Lips

"Do you think that you can manage that for me Princess?" Joker asked, admiring the way her tears sat on the edge of her lash line.

"Ye-yes." Harley sobbed gently, starting to relax. "Mistah J?" She said, trying to defuse the tension that still hung in the air.

"What is it Harlequin?" He replied in a lighter tone, they'd already had two arguments since she arrived, best not to make it a three.

"Err... my feet are cold, can I borrow some socks please? Harley whispered gently.

J's face softened and he let out a small chuckle, she giggled with him.

There it is, that smile.

"Let me see?" Without much warning he grabbed her left ankle and pulled her towards him. placing his warm hands on her small feet, he felt how ice cold they were.

"W-what are you doing?" Harley gasped when she felt his skin on hers, his warmth. They hadn't really had contact like this before. Not when she was conscious anyway.

"Warming them up. Do you have a problem with that?" He growled.

"No, no, it just feels-."

"What?" J asked, applying pressure.

Harley shrugged. "Kinda nice?"

Joker smiled and gently massaged her feet, not looking at her but concentrating on his task. She relaxed under his touch, with his tender hands, she could almost forget the past 24 hours. Suddenly there was a loud knocking on the door. Joker tried to ignore it, hoping that Hutch would get the message and return later. But he didn't, and the knocking continued.

"Urgh." J threw his hands in the air and jumped off the bed, over towards the door.

"What?!" Joker spat, face to face with a rather nervous looking Hutch.

"The coffee you wanted Boss?" He said, holding a tray with a full pot of coffee, two cups, milk and sugar.

"Oh yeah, just pop it on the table next to the bed, Hutchie." Extending the door wider, he slid past the Joker and walked towards the bed. Harley tensed when she caught his glare. He had daggers in his eyes, she could of sworn she saw a little smirk appear on his face.

Hutch returned towards the door. Quickly the Joker out stretched his arm, blocking the doorway. He leant into Hutch's ear and whispered. "Next time I don't answer the door... take the goddamn hint."

"Sure thing Boss, sorry Boss." Hutch apologised.

The Joker removed his arm, waiting for Hutch to leave. "Well.. off you go."

Hutch left without hesitation. Joker suddenly slammed the door behind himself and turned back towards Harley. "Just can't get the staff these days." He smiled, ruining his pale fingers through his thick green hair.

Harley giggled, but it was forced. She couldn't shake the feeling that Hutch had it in for her. Was he jealous?

"What's wrong?" J asked, walking over and cocking his head to one side.

"Nothing, Just tired." Harley shrugged, not being able to shake this bad feeling.

Joker rolled his eyes at her reply. He moved over next to the coffee tray and began to fiddle about. "Coffee?" He asked.

She nodded enthusiastically, it had been a while since her last cup. In her line of work, coffee was her version of holy water.

"How'd you take it?" Joker said, dangling a teaspoon in the air.