Joker and Harley story Ch. 1

He was drifting in and out of sleep, finally asleep, after that damn caped asshole lost him.Then again that's how it's been for so long. He pulls what the public calls a "sadistic crime" he is pursued by "justice" and when he's had his fun he outsmarts his foe and escapes. Then again, without bat-breath what fun would there to have?
He had admittedly been thinking about before it was like this for some time now, ever since he met her, and she started asking questions. Questions he doesn't answer of course, but they begin him thinking all the same.
Her first question, and her favorite is, "Whats your real name Mr.J?" She calls him Mr. J only because that's the way he introduced himself when they met. As 'J' is the first letter of his given name and his public name this satisfied her temporarily.
As he drifted to sleep as these thought clouded his mind. And as he thought them he laughed ever so slightly, as if he had lost his mind, because, well honestly, he had, long ago.
His eyes closed...then opened again and in that short instance she had managed to sneak into the room he was staying and climb on top of him before his eyes opened again. "Yes, Harley," he said calmly,"is there something you need?" his usual menacing smile playing on his lips, the one she was used to, the one that she loved. "Hiiiiii Mr.J," she sang lying down on top of him casually rubbing her thigh in between his legs, attempting to arouse him...and succeeding. He rolled his eyes sat up and threw her on the floor all in one motion,"Bad girl," he scolded the faintest smile begrudgingly still lingering on his cherry red lips. Knowing even as spoke them he didn't mean them, although he'd never tell her, he liked it when she did this. The gesture was cute, and her actions drove him mad, madder than he really was. But he had to discipline her or there would be no controlling her at all.
She peered up at him from the floor and whined,"But Mr.J I had a bad dream!" She jumped back in bed and cuddled against him. He allowed her to lay her head on his chest. She ran her hand down his chest unbuttoning his shirt as she went, He allowed this as well. Then sliding her hand under his unbuttoned shirt she pulled off his shirt, tie and jacket all at once revealing his pale, scarred chest, faintly muscular. He found himself mildly attractive in a past life, Harley however found him irresistibly attractive now. Although most of that could be attributed to his mystery, his overwhelming intelligence and his interesting sense of humor rather than his looks. Then again he certainly has a winning smile. "Harley," he said sternly,"you must learn to behave yourself if you are going to sleep here." "B-But that's s boring!" she wailed. He paused and thought for a moment,"Yes, I suppose being good is rather boring," Joker reasoned. "But having fun is not your job," Then suddenly he rolled on top of her, pinning her to the bed,"It's mine."
Then he put his face into hers, his smile widening. "Oh...um, Mr....Mr..J," Harley stammers, confused. Joker leaned in closer, their lips now inches apart. Harley closes her eyes in anticipation, and then he moves his lips slightly upwards and kisses the tip of her nose before rolling off of her and onto the floor cackling maniacally.
"Well I'm glad you're amused," Harley huffed as she arose from the bed. Joker still lying on the floor looked up at her and slowly stopped laughing. "What Harley?" Joker inquired monotonously,"what's wrong?" "Nothing you need to worry yourself about," Harley snapped. She walked out slamming the door behind her.