#just1love

[fallesto]

WHAT WAS A KING WITHOUT A QUEEN

Had he done it, had he truly went to far this time and over wha?

A couple of greeseballs, a tongue lashing and a fight? It was the routine now, someone had to be blamed and he was not going to rest the blame on his own shoulders, so why not her own.

This has happened before, many times - to many times to count.

She would throw a huff and she would walk out on him, maybe even kill a few of his men, burn down some of his businesses and hit him in the pockets, but a few weeks or a handful of months and she would be right back in his arms and everything would just fall back into place.

Only this time it was different.

He let her go this time, no threats, no insults, no fighting - nothing. He laid there in the room, laughing as she had walked out on him. He was slipping and nothing was going to change that. He was slipping further and further into himself and letting everything crumble around him.

Harley was the only thing keeping this kingdom, this entire operation running. Joker was the front of it, the face, the brand - but truly he didn’t give a shit about it.

She ran it, she controlled it, she made sure the count was right, that people paid on time, that the men stayed in line - but with Batman gone - Joker had just - lost the edge he once had, if he didn’t have a rival, someone to challenge him, someone to truly test him and push him to his limits, then he just stopped functioning. 

God knows how much time had passed.

A day, three days, a week, a month? He had done what he always did when Harley walked out on him, he had went to there apartment in the heart of Gotham City.

He had gone to the one place that was secure, that overlooked his city - that overlooked the city that day by day he was losing.

Even Frost had stopped checking in on him, was he dead? Had he betrayed him and gone to work for Twoface or - uggggh Riddler? He didn’t care. He just drank, injected himself, took any pills he could find and just lay there surrounded by everything that belonged to Harley.

Without Batman he had no purpose and without Harley, he was directionless and a mess. Both of them were gone and the city was truly starting to move on thinking that the clown prince was dead.

He needed Harley Quinn, and he needed her more than he could ever admit.

[fallesto]

(DANCE WITH THE DEVIL) It amused him to no end to see her like this. Once she had Gotham within the palm of her hands. A promising doctor who had the world at her feet. Top of her class, someone who was changing her field one patient at a time. Doing what all others could not. Working her way through the patients within Arkham, curing them - breaking them down and rebuilding them, truly working miracles.

Now look at how far she has fallen - risen

Would she had done this a month ago? When she lived with a single room apartment, her bathroom, kitchen, bedroom and living room - all the one room and she accepted that. She did all these great things and could paid an intern wage. She made all these advances and others took the credit for her work. He just smiled and kept her head down, happy with her lot. Someone too afraid to speak up, scared of her own shadow, someone who just was not living a life that was worth living.

Now - now she was living, now she was starting to learn.

His eyes closed. He had taken many into this room before. He had done - things to them. Some could endure it, others could not. Some would come to this room with him and never leave. Others would leave, but pieces of them would stay with him and those that left when he was done with them, the damage was done on the inside and not the outside.

She was different, he was not going to break something he had created.

His eyes stayed closed as he felt her above him. She was - brave. Doing what he told her to do. Take what you want, do what you want, have what you want - fuck everyone else and just - do what you want to do and she was doing just that. He felt the skin of her legs kneeling at his side of his head, her warmth - the heat, the wetness of pure want and need - it was right there as she was slowly moving, wanting him, needing him - allowing him to taste and sample her.

Were or were was the doctor that had once treated him.

[fallesto]

WELL NOW THIS WAS ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE.

Right before him stood a woman he had manipulate for months. A woman he had slowly broken down over a long period of time, twisting and turning her. Taking her in his hands and pulling away the pieces he didn’t like and replacing those pieces with what he liked.

She was nothing more than another servant for him. Another piece on her chessboard and the FUNNY thing was she had no idea what was happening to her.

The moment she walked into that room he had sunk his claws into her. He gave her what she wanted, leaving little breadcrumbs for her to take and to follow deeper and deeper. It was easy, so easy for him.

She was a lost soul and those lost little ones are always so needy. She was alone in the world, she was just another faceless nobody in Gotham City, all she needed was some attention and he gave it to her. All she needed was a friend and he gave it to her, all she needed was someone to win her heart, and he did that for her.

“Oooooh that is not very professional of you to say, chasing me down, making threats as well and being an overall pain in my ass.”

He had his hands raised up in the air, his fingers twitching slightly as he was almost doing jazz hands - that’s how little he took this matter, she could not be serious - could she. Tracking him down against all the odds. Managing to avoid the police and the dark knight.

The massacre at Arkham had been pinned on her, yet she had slipped through there things and now here she was, right before him, holding onto his own gun and holding it right against his forehead.

“Who are you going to bring havoc onto - not - not me - I thought we were friends?”

[fallesto]

 Baby blue eyes sparkled in nothing but annoyance for the first couple of... MINUTES, after she had found out what her KING had exchanged her freedom for. The bargains with the witch were not always fair, she did not always stay true to her word and Harley wondered quite often if this time --- the Joker made a fair deal. 

She found nothing to be quite pleasing as being able to once again dive into the arms of her lover. To be able to loose herself in his touch, familiar & intoxicating scent, the magnificent METAL grin that welcomed her back. It was ( HOME ) in the easiest sense of the word. It was where she felt safe and loved, where she belonged.

“Yes.” Harley replied once she was able to find the King and sneak up on him quietly enough to pin him down. Her pale hands caging in the taller, a little bit bigger man. How could she exchange lives for another so quickly and effortlessly? Despite her being more than happy with the life she got back, with the position they held again, there was still a string of guilt wrapped around her heart for the friends she had LOST.

“They were my friends, PUDDIN’.” The blonde pouted, her tone slightly whiny as the two sides of her mind battled against each other. “---did they really have to die?”

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[fallesto]

        “No, no, no, NO.” The blonde shook her head, stepping away slowly from the drunk man, her baby blue eyes wide - though not in excitement. Not this time. She held her hands out in front of her, as if trying to calm the Joker down. She knew that he had been drinking and getting high on some kind of drugs when he became like this. Harley tilted her head to the side and bit on her lower lip “No, you won’t Puddin’.” The woman replied, trying to soothe the man “You’d miss those lips.” She added, offering a small smile - she tried not to think about how the only fucking time that something interesting could come out of this - he was drunk and fucked up on chemicals. “---you need to lay down, daddy.”

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[fallesto]

            A GENTLE SLURP OF THE COLD COFFEE filled the air, her pinkie pointing out into the air as she brought the cup to her lips and took a sip of the bitter-sweet delicious liquid, her baby blue eyes focused on the book — what else could you DO in an ASYLUM? Go CRAZY?

TOO LATE FOR THAT.

             The blonde jumped in her spot, letting out a quiet scream of surprise when SUDDENLY a few gunshots rang in the air and then a few MASKED men walked into the room, making her arch a brow. And yet, they only stood outside of her little metal cage before one of the threw a mobile phone at her and OUT OF REFLEX she caught it. Harley looked at the screen and saw that someone called ‘BOSS’ was calling.

               “Yes?” The woman answered the phone, still confused as to why the men would suddenly break into the cellroom just like this. Unless—

                                                            “PUDDIN’?”

[fallesto]

HOW IS THAT NOT A CRIME… WHEN THAT ONE LIFE CAUSED ALL OF THIS…

The clown remained still as his laughed just echoed throughout the air. It had been a long time since he had seen her and already she was more like Batman and his rag tag band of heroes, it made his stomach turn to see his masterpiece tarnished and make into parody of itself. Had he taught her nothing all those years at his side, had he not pulled back the layers of her mind and allowed her to see the world for what it truly was, what the people were, what these gods and goddess were.

If the world could make them, then it could do the same to anyone else it wanted to and it was something he had proved himself. All she had to do was look at Batman and what he had become and it was all thanks to him, he had done that - and it was easy.

She only had to look in the mirror herself, if one even remained and see what she was, all because of him, it never took much to take anyone and bring them down to his level.

“Failure to protect your own, is my sweet pudding pie, when the world is at stake, all it takes is one lil tiny failure to set everything into motion.”

One bad day - that’s all it takes. He had told her that many times, that it only took one bad day to make anyone - into him.

If she believed Superman was beyond that, that the nonsense of him being the best of them all, then she was more insane than even him. The moment his little squeeze tied before his eyes, that was his bad day and it only got worse from there.

The greatest hero of them all, became the greatest monster of them all and they wanted to undo that? This world was everything the clowns had ever wanted and now she was getting cold feet, Batman had truly ruined her.

“Take you for example, you could have saved the boy wonders life, but you didn’t - this world is here because of you ‘quote un quote ‘ heroes poor choices. Maybe Batman would have been a better man, if you didn’t take that life, so one life my sweet - makes all the difference in the world.”

[fallesto]

HE WAS NOT GOING TO KILL HER… HE HAD OTHER PLANS FOR HER…

She had done everything that he had asked. She had gone above and beyond for her, honestly when he asked her to contact Frost and his gang at one of his clubs he had expected her to fold there and then.

Little by little he was getting her to do things for him, in exchange for stories about his past, about who he was before his fall from grace, about the events that lead to him becoming like this - damaged. It was a fair exchange, his secrets for her aid, but in the end he had no intentions of remaining here forever for her to experiment on and write books about.

Gotham needed him, without him it was falling back into the hands of the filth and the scum, the trash that he had cleared out and he took over.

So when she agreed to smuggle a gun in for him, he was not going to ask were she had hidden it on her, how she had gotten by all the security to get it to him, the only thing that mattered was that she delivered and someone who could obey his commands to the letter, was worth keeping around.

“Kill you? No - I am not going to kill you my sweet.”

He grinned as he tossed the gun to the side, Frost and his men had did there part, there was barely anyone left within Arkham Asylum, it was going to be fun strolling out of here with a spring in his step.

“But I am going to hurt you.”

They had strapped her down onto the table as he towered over her, looking down at her as the roles had reversed.

Now he had all the power, now he was the doctor looking to get into her head to find out her secrets, only he was more physical, to the point were he was tempted to take a hammer, crack her skull open and see what was inside.

“Someone has gotta take the fall for this mess, might as well be you.”

He shrugged as he snapped his fingers. Electric-shock - it was dangerous even in trained hands, but in his hands - it was going to be interesting what he could do to her with this new toy.