One Bad Day

Strong Willed

Joker's POV

She's looking at me as if I lassoed the moon for her or something. I've done nothing so elaborate. I am merely agreeing to consider this whole child situation. Again, I said considering. I'm trying to look at the glass as half full instead of half empty. Then again, I'm heavily under the influence at the moment. By morning there may be carnage, I honestly can't speculate on it at the moment.

Harly leaps from the floor and onto my lap. Her arms go around my neck and she buries her lips into mine. Mmmm, she smells like flowers. My hands rest at her hips, my fingers sensing the softness of her clothes. I tilt my head and my tongue goes into her mouth. Mmmm, she tastes like cinnamon.

"No! No, what are you doing you idiot?!"

"Oh shut up, let's just go with it hahaha."

"Going with it is what got us in this mess to begin with..."

I feel my hands fisting her clothes. I kept deepening the kiss. It was like I couldn't stop or something. She just felt so... extraordinary, and I just couldn't handle it. I wanted her, I did. I'd be lying to myself if I said that I hadn't all along. She was so beautiful and twisted. And she was mine.

"We don't need her!"

"Oh come on, let's have some fun."

"Stop being so weak!"

I feel a growl grow in my stomach and roll out of me straight down her throat. It feels like pins and needles all over my skin. When her hands run through my hair my heart stops for a second. But it comes beating back with a double paced vengeance. My hands hold her to me as if I thought I might lose her.

Do you know what it's like to have someone who completely complies with all your demands? No matter how insane, manical, dangerous, or whimsical they may be? Someone who always takes your side and has your back? Someone who turns the other cheek when you slap the hell out of their other one? Someone who has seen every last part of you? The good, the bad, and the ugly? Someone who loves you in spite of it all? Yes, loves. Loves flawlessly, endlessly, enduringly?

That's what Harley was to me. She saw past all my bullshit. She saw the truth behind the laughter. Even everything I tried to hide was obvious to her. Perhaps I chose someone too smart. She was the only one who has ever got inside my head. She truly knew me. I hate her for it. Yet, at the same time I was impressed by it.

She was so useful to me. In some ways the two of us are a lot alike. I get very aroused when we are torturing someone together. She's so skillful. A hell of a fighter she was. And when she gets mad...all I'm gonna say is, if I come up dead, you know who did it. And she was so limber. She could get into unbelievable positions...

"Hey, no don't start thinking dirty!

Oh but it was too late. Far too late. My thinking has dove straight into the gutter. My entire body is shaking in need. I lay back on my bed. Harley quickly straddles me and is smiling down into my face. I growl as she positions herself right on top of my...

"Oooh yeah, you know you like it."

"No, I don't think we should be doing this."

"But she's having our baby, we should...bond."

Yes. Bonding sounds good to me. Sounds reeeeaaallll good. I lean up and take her lips hostage. My hands being lost in her hair, pull her closer to me. I shift my weight and roll us over. I nip her bottom lip with a groan. My hips slide down between her burning thighs. Oh yeah...come to Daddy.

"No! Stop!"

"Oh come on, it's not like we can get her pregnant twice."

"This makes you so weak!"

I look down at her writhing beneath me. I wanted to do such dirty things to her. Her hands fumble around the last few buttons on my shirt. I sit up on my knees quickly. What will she think this means? And what exactly am I trying to say if I do this? That she's mine? That I'll marry her? Love her?

"See? Now stop this!"

"Look at her! Spread eagle and eager and wanting you! How can this even be up for debait?!"

"We don't even know how we feel about all this. We haven't decided what this thing shall evolve into yet."

And that was true. I didn't know what this baby would involve. Harley already thinks I care because I'm not opposed to having the child. But does she think this moment between us is basically a consumation? Because I don't know yet. Or maybe I do...

I can't fight the urge to run my hands up her thighs. They're so smooth and hot. I grasp her hips with a growl. My eyes look at her stomach. My right palm lightly flows across it, in the spot where I knew the baby was. My baby is in there. Mine. Harley and the baby were a single package deal for now. I can't have one without the other. Perhaps I should make an effort to treat Harley as mine as well.

"Would you like to go out with me? Sort of a... celebration?" I smile broadly.

She smiles back and nods. She seems overjoyed with my act of benevolence. I figured that I should at least take her on a date before I jump into bed with her. I'm thinking about her becoming my girl. She already thinks she is. I guess I can try to show her what being mine will be like.

"Great, get dressed," I smack the side of her thigh and jump up and start straightening my clothes.

"Now?!" She almost shouts, looking up at me with a shocked expression.

"Yep," I say and walk out if the room.