MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

50: Unexpected welcome

• chapter fifty | Unexpected welcome

Harley stood there, her fingertip on her red tinted lips. An eyebrow raised up than the other as she began thinking, "Hm.." She hummed out, her eyes shifting left to right and back, her eyes staring at the black lingerie she had stolen, and averted her gaze to the red lacey lingerie she owned two years ago.

"What should I wear?" She questioned herself, not even bothered at how she was only wearing her undergarments. Her platinum hair down go her waist, a little damp due to her stepping out from the tub an hour ago. Harley's arm then reached for the hanger of the black lingerie and made her way to the body mirror nailed into the wall. She placed the lingerie over her body and gathered up her opinions, deciding whether she should wear it or not. "But,  Mistah J loves the other one." She pouted, staring at the reflection of herself. She then lets out a sigh and made her way back in front of her small closet, despite she had a walk-in closet, she preferred that all her lingerie would be kept into the same closet separate from her casual or usual clothing since she wears lingerie when it is a special occasion or celebration for the two of them.

Her arm then grabbed onto the red lacey dress lingerie and placed the black lingerie back into the closet and closed it. She walked back to the mirror and pressed the red dress that drops down right above her knees. The red fabric hugged her perfect curves, the lace that acted as a strap was purposely loose on her shoulder. It looked sexy and dominating, which is why Joker loves it, especially the red color that reflects it's seduction.

Harley has been preparing herself since she knew that The Joker will cause another perfect destruction to the city. She giggled at the thought before she began swaying her hips, holding the tip of the dress as she slowly danced, thinking of how will they celebrate it, though, they have just done it last night, Harley was excited to do it again tonight.

But then she flinched, jolting up in shock as she harshly turned her gaze to the door and saw Rocco holding a gun, "We're going to pick up boss, Miss Quinn." He began, not even bothered of the fact Harley Quinn was only wearing her undergarment, he had already learned to not get attracted to Joker's girl, or else it will mean business with him and he does not want it to happen. "Aren't you coming, Miss?" He asked.

Harley then smiled at Rocco and shook her head, "No, I'll stay here and prepare for his return." She giggled, turning back her gaze to the mirror still holding her smile, "Make sure to bring him home safe, Rocky." Said Harley before Rocco nodded and closed the door and left.

Still wearing her smile, she took off her undergarments and replaced them with the red lingerie, it was nicely hugging her curves and the way it was loose at the end made it quite adorable. She kept her hair down on her shoulders. She then slipped in a batman underwear that is owned by The Joker himself. Smiling at her look, she then got out of the bedroom and started cleaning the house.

She had already fed the Hyenas; Bud and Lou, and now they are both soundly asleep. Harley then went from the backyard, and back to the living room, wondering on the way there why the lights had gone out. "Frosty?" She called out, "Frosty, what happened to the lights?" She yelled while she tried to  turn the light switch on, but nothing happened.

She then made her way back to the bedroom, opening the door and immediately jumping in surprise of a shadow of her Puddin' by the window. Harley sighed in relief as she then made her way to him, "Oh, puddin', I didn't know ya and the goons had already arrived." She giggled, "And have ya seen Frosty? I think he turned the electricity off by accide—" She was cut off by the high pitch cackles of her supposedly Joker.

"Oh, I am no Joker, Harley girl!" The voice sent shivers down her spine, it was more high pitch than The Joker's deep, menacing voice. She was afraid.

"What the fuck are ya doing here!" Harley shouted, rushing to the bedside table and pulled out Joker's pistol from one of the drawers, immediately cocking it and pointed it on the figure. "Who are ya!"

"Relax, I'm just an ol' friend of Mister J." He snickered, "But then again, he will pay the price of what he had done." He growled and within a split second, Harley dropped the pistol and fell to the ground after Creeper threw a punch across Harley's face.