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~13~

The brief journey back to the club was held in silence. The Joker was grateful for Jonny's fast driving, as he felt Harley lean farther and farther into his side while tiredness consumed her.

Frost pulled around the rear of the renowned House of Fun. It's usually luring lights had been switched off for the evening, and a notice was sent to most of the popular customers that it would not be opening tonight. Due to the meeting the couple had organised.

A hidden underground garage opened with a click of a button on Frosts keys. A graffitied wall separated, surrounded by tall red brick buildings for protection. Lights illuminated a path as the matte black van took its place beside a row of vehicles. The rumbling of the engine was silenced as the keys left the ignition.

The garage was dull and grey in colour, work benches and gun racks littered the room, along with an abundance of tools laying scattered across the floor.

The Joker tapped Harley's shoulder, receiving a rather annoyed grunt. He sighed, slicking back his hair. The door beside him slid open, and Frost stood patiently on the other side. Hands open, awaiting a body to carry.

The green haired man picked up Lucy, cautious not to startle her as she left the security of Harley's arms. He laid her in the henchman's hands. He pulled her closer to his chest, her small hands and frail body curled against his suit, his rhythmic heartbeat caused her to drift into a slumber.

The Joker looked back at his sleeping beauty. Her face so calm and angelic, for a moment someone could mistake her for being 'normal'. But she was far from it, some even called her crazier than him. Crazy enough to fall for him, people think that if it was the other way around he wouldn't have jumped into the vat. That he would have been killed on the spot, no one could quite pass her on the crazy scale. But if a person was say that to his face, well, the consequences were unknown.

He smirked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. He wrapped his arms underneath her body, lifting her up with ease. He made a note to feed her more before she's just skin and bones.

He carried her out of the van, feeling her hot breath against his neck as he made his way towards the garage door. Just before he left he switched off the lights with his elbow, leaving behind the strong smell of oil as he tiptoed his way upstairs.

Frost lead the way up the stairs, leading them to a hall that was connected to the club. Their shoes echoed in the empty open room. Tables and chairs were wiped down and the chairs were placed neatly on each table. Lights hung low from the ceiling, but they projected no light. The floors were spotless, along with every other aspect. Which would be expected from a club owned by the Joker himself.

Before they entered the main club area, the pair turned right. They marched their way up the grand staircase, leading to the private rooms, such as guest rooms, storage rooms, the Jokers office and the master bedroom. All of which were strictly forbidden from any customers entering.

Frost crept down the narrow hall, his objective being the master bedroom which sat at the back of the corridor. He twisted the doorknob effortlessly and opened the door with Js consent. He flicked on the bedside lamp, the room lighting up instantly. The black satin sheets lay creased on top of a large mattress. A white door sat on the far wall, which Frost assumed was the en suite. He hadn't been in their bedroom for a long time.

Drawers and wardrobes were pressed against the walls of either side of the bed. It wasn't obvious as to who owned which side as piles of jewellery lay on both, each could belong to either person.

They filed into the room, Jonny resting Lucy on the bed, careful not to disturb her tranquil state. The Joker followed suit, laying Harley on her rightful side of the bed.

J looked at the clock, reading 01:30am. He sighed placing his hands on his hips. "Is that all boss?" His goon inquired, waiting for orders as he stood patiently by the door. Twiddling his thumbs behind his back.

"Unless you want to see me undress, that's all Frosty." The Clown rolled his eyes, dismissing the henchman who left with a respectable nod of his head.

Harley squirmed on the mattress, annoyed from the constant noise. She reached her hands out, feeling the soft fabric of Lucy's new onesie between her fingers. She snaked her hands around the baby's tiny body, dragging her closer.

The Joker dropped his jacket to the ground, unbuttoning his white shirt and chucking them both on a nearby chair. He slid his slacks down,  exposing his newly purchased pair of batman boxers which were being held by a tigh elastic strap around his waist. Lastly he removed his socks, then crawled onto the bed next to Harley.

The mattress sank under his weight, causing her to roll closer to him. She dug her head into the crook of his neck, Lucy tucked in the covers under her chin.

The Joker leaned over to the bedside table, switching off the lamp. The light disappeared from the room, leaving a blue moon to shine through the open curtains. It cast a shadow along the floorboards, the rest of the room left in complete darkness.
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Hope this chapter was a little more detailed than the last. I'm trying to get better at writing so don't blame meh 😋
Thank you all for the support in all my books!
~Posty_Maloney