'What have you taken?' by lay-me-to-sleep on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

His body remained coiled, but he'd allow his legs to swing off the couch and bring himself to sit up once more. Laying down had come and went, he now wanted to sit up, and so he did with that back against the smooth surface and his shoulders slumping abit. He was allowed to look at her again, a curious look towards the pen and paper cast away again and mentally filing away that she wasn't talking to him as a doctor again, as usual. She was already breaking all sorts of rules with him around, and a smile tugged it's way to the surface. He leaned in now, scooting along and attempting to invade her space as best as he could as she already was bent forward somewhat like he was. Again with the secrets, it coming out so softly to her and only her. "If you can't do anything for yourself, you deserve to do nothing. If you can't keep ahold of something for yourself, the person who took it deserves it more than you. And if you don't take something for yourself, you don't have no sense in even looking at it." He'd lock his jaw tightly and stare directly into those eyes of hers, offering a heavy pause before he'd continue on his own little spiel. "What have you done for yourself lately Harley? What have you.. taken, and held onto?"

She wasn't going to write anything, everything was locked away in that pretty little head of hers. But she'd been writing glowing progress reports when she had to, making things up as she went along. Like Patient John Doe is responsing to the medication beautifully. It was all a lie. They weren't even allowed to call him Joker. Harley broke that rule from the word go, it was Arkham's rule, she was more then happy to break it. Those words played so sickly into her mind, she started to get narcissistic and believed he was talking about her. For a moment that's what she thought. If you can't something for yourself, you have no sense in even looking at it. Joker took her, he was allowed to look at her, well someone like Arkham could never take that spitfirish blonde, he didn't deserve to look at her. He was so close, her own jaw tensed trying not to act foolish. Oh hell why not..."I came back. I could have just let Joan be your own little victim." Her face was so close to him, her lips painted a pretty shade of red as she spoke. "That to me is takin' something and holdin' onto it. I'm holdin' onto..." She stopped, she didn't know how to word this, she didn't know the effects of saying what she wanted to say. Which was, she was holding onto him and every pretty little word he said. Even has she thought the Joker card was jabbing its gilded edge into her hip. "...You."

Now so close, he could not say anything. He was searching for something, a weakness, a temporary lack of defense on her part. He came up with the one and only thing then and there. It was him, and all the pretty things he could say to her. That unpainted face remained quite sincere as his breathing shallowed. Something came over him, and he reacted. She was a ticket, his golden ticket out of here. He had to be careful though, pretty girls did things to even the most powerful of men, and he was seeing a fetching little playmate in her as the days passed. She came at his beck and call, and even though it was painfully aware she had been building walls to keep him out, he snuck back in, like the unstopping cold. But what happened next, was a complete opposite. Warmth. That mouth of his moving in and finally closing the distance between them as he sealed silence with a impact of a soft kiss. Seeming almost inexperienced, but bold never the less, he kept it on. Eyes having come close, he'd hold onto it before pulling himself away in a fluid and careful tug of his senses back. He was slowed now in his thoughts, but shook it off. A thin line of red having found itself home after so, so long without that paint. Joker still tasted her after that, but said nothing. He simply stared hard at her wanting to see a reaction to kissing Harley.

She was bracing herself, scared he shove her away, push her out of that circle and space she longed to be in, his. With him so close, the thoughts that clouded that ever increasingly chaotic and confused mind became clear. The voice was her, it screamed that in that Jersey Girl accent what she wanted. She wanted him, she wanted to go with him. She'd give it all up, if she had him. After the bathroom date, how Harley came so easily under him and was so hungry for more of him, she thought she was getting too deep then. When he asked her to take her out of this place, she panicked and almost hurt herself to get away from him. She had to convince herself it was just the ultimate attraction to the baddest of the bad boy. Harley had never gone through that phase and she thought she was making up for it. The crash of his lips against hers, it did something to her. I've fallen in love with my patient. The voice said inside of her head, this should have scared her. She'd thought about it before, right after the second meeting, right after she slapped him. She thought that she might have loved him and she almost shut herself down trying to convince herself she didn't. But she didn't care. Oh it didn't matter. She loved him. She'd never felt such gentleness but passion from anyone, and it was even more surprising because it was from the Joker. She could tell he wasn't one for kissing and either was Harley, but that...that was amazing. Harley's tiny little hand moved to her lips. She could still feel that presence of him on her, and she could taste him like he could her. She savored him. She showed that look, complete and utter devotion. Love. She'd do anything for him right now, she'd do anything for him from now on.

Allowing the moment to last, he'd keep his composure for the time being before he'd find his mind working on a plan. And it involved Harley. It rolled around in his head now, as he thought about it while keeping his attention focused on her. But so many things had to work out perfectly, but the biggest prize was that it involved Joker's forte. Deception. Looking at his little love slave, his biggest jigsaw piece right now, he'd move both of those hands up and contently clasp those pony tails to hold onto her head. Tying them tightly in his hands, he'd gently use them to bring her closer to him again. Face to face with Harley, he'd start talking to her with that voice again quiet and quick. "Harley. Listen to me. I know we've gotta do. I'm going to walk out of this room, and I'm going to act pacified. But that's not true, isn't that right? We both know better. Mmhmm. You're going to be a hero to them though. You talked The Joker out of the room and without anymore bloodshed. Dr. Harleen Quinnzel, the woman who cracked The Joker. We're going to have to play a charade. Harley, I need you to keep wearing your mask. But I promise you, oh I promise. When we're were we need to be, we'll go say hi to Gotham, together. You want that, don't you? You want me, us, to be happy and free?" His fiendish little mind warping, as he tried to pick and choose his words as careful as possible. He had reeled her in quite well so far, and he could play up this act to get all sorts of fringe benefits to bide his time till he was ready. Till he was sure she was ready. Right now the bunny huggy kissy manipulation was twisting the two together perfectly, but he had doubts about her want to kill. Searching his eyes briefly, he'd make a doubting expression. "Isn't that right, my little Harley Quinn?"

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not my favorite manip - but i love the log, and this is their first kiss. so it had to be done in one way or another. i am in love with how (Matt) described him kissing her.