Mine and only mine (jokerXharley)

I

Harley bounded through the door dressed in a tight-fitting black dress. Peeling off her black gloves, she looked around the messy room for her dearly beloved, after Joker of course. It lay on the bed folded up neatly, just where she had left it earlier that evening. She smiled to herself and let the silky fabric of the dress slide down her body and collect in a puddle on the floor. Daintily she stepped out of her heels and onto the wooden floor. She shivered as a cold chill blew through the room and she quickly grabbed her black and red suit.

"Hey Harley," a voice said from the doorway. Harley squeaked and dropped her suit before picking it up and holding it in front of her body before looking to face the Joker.

"H-hey puddin" she replied and held the fabric to her body self consciously. He walked forward until he was level with her. He bent down to whisper into her ear.

"Don't feel like you need to hide Harley, I've already seen all of you." He purred. A light blush dusted her pale cheeks and she cursed herself for not wearing much makeup.

"How was your 'fancy' dinner with Ivy?" He asked lazily and flopped down onto the bed.

"I was good, we just talked about our girls night out next week and what fun stuff we were going to do,"

"Aww, you're gonna leave me behind?"

"I can cancel if you'd like-"

"No." The Joker said, cutting Harley off in mid sentence. "We'll just have to have even more fun when you get back," he grinned and she smiled back.

"Hey umm Harley, you aren't too tired are you?" He asked.

"No, not really." She replied confused as to why he asked.

"Well, I was just wondering if you could clean something for me," he said casually. It wasn't a request but it wasn't an order either.

"Anything fo- I mean yes Mr. J" she replied hastily. "Where?"

"Follow me," he said, jumping up from the bed and briskly walking out the door. Harley looked at where he was standing a second ago before moving after him.

He was already halfway down the corridor so Harley had to run after him while putting on her little black flats and adjust her sleeves. Finally she caught up to him and matched his brisk pace. He led her through the warehouse and down some steps Harley had never been before.

"In here," he whispered and gave the door a slight push. The door slowly swung open as the rotten wood creaked on ancient hinges. Harley gasped at the scene before hand. It was a light grey room, bathed in the gentle moonlight from two windows on the side. The walls were covered in blood and the floor was covered with so much that there was barely even a dry spot. It had a ghostly glisten of silver where the moon hit the blood, but it was magical. The blood seemed to arrange into a pattern. On one wall opposite the door, there seemed to be a dripping rose. Harley had never seen such genius before. The blood had previously been splashed there making it seem a darker shade.

Newer blood outlined the petals; it wriggled down the wall but it was still beautifully done. Harley walked further into the room, a dumb smile plastered on her face. There was another on her left, a heart pierced by an arrow. The heart didn't drip and neither did the blood mixed with soot for the outline and the arrow. It had dried the slightest making the new blood dripping from where the arrow pierced the heart stand out.