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Meeting the Family No.4//54.

I wanted to make this chapter because I like writing about Harley's parents interacting with the Joker!

<<<Authors P.O.V>>>

"Do you and Joker want to stay the night?" Mary Quinzel offered, failing at holding back the complete delight in her eyes as they all finished their meal.

"I don't know Mom, where would we even stay?" Harley asked, subtly trying to turn her mother's offer down.

The Joker grinned at the idea, leaning forward at the table as his eyes lit up. "You can stay in your old bedroom, there's enough room for a sleeping bag." She elaborated, stretching her hand out and lacing her fingers with her daughters.

Before Harley could answer the Joker spoke. "We'd love to, Mary." He smirked, eyeing Harley with lust-filled eyes.

George nodded his head in agreement, heading upstairs to set up a sleeping bag in Harley's rather large bedroom, being an only child had perks.

"So do you have any other hobbies or interests, Joker?" Mary asked as Joker leaned back, one hand on his stomach as he had never felt so full in his life.

He thought for a moment before answering. "Well I'm pretty good at using cards, my finger skills are just amazing, aren't they doll?" He asked Harley who coughed up some of the water she was drinking.

Mary failed to pick up on his innuendo, so just smiled in curiosity as she took a sip from her drink. Harley subtly narrowed her eyes at her beaming boyfriend, who couldn't help but hide the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

The next minute George walked back downstairs, a small smile spread across his lips as he pointed to the ceiling. "Rooms ready."

"Thanks Dad." Harley replied gratefully, walking up to him and pulling him in for an embrace.

Harley began to walk up the stairs with Joker following suit. But before he reached the first step George grabbed his wrist in an iron-like grip. "No funny business, ok?" He asked sternly, cold eyes staring at his daughter's boyfriend.

"You have my word." J answered, holding his hand behind his back with his fingers crossed as he spoke.

Satisfied with his answer, George let him go, watching as he followed Harley to her bedroom.

"Awwh you were so adorable." Joker commented while walking into the room, noticing a picture of Harley when she was younger at a gymnastics competition.

Her light blonde hair was tied in a messy bun, a bright grin spread across her features as her gymnastics outfit sparkled in the light. She was holding a trophy, the very one that sat beside the picture frame, a light coating of dust gathering on the ornament as Joker brushed it off.

Harley couldn't help but blush at his comment, sitting on her bed as she stared in awe at the room. It had been left completely untouched since she left for Gotham to study psychology.

"You ever had a boy in your room before?" He suddenly asked, a playful grin making its way to his lips as he approached her.

"Nope, you're the first." She stated, finally looking at him. Worry began to set in as she watched his eyes begin to wander over her lax form.

He purred in excitement. "Ooh, guess I'm one lucky fella." He whispered before lunging at her, pushing her back against the bed as he assaulted her lips.

She squealed in shock, wrapping her hands around his neck as he began to move down from her lips to her neck, biting down harshly as he left reddening patches of skin around her jaw.