Harley woke up on hers and Joker's bed in one of their many hideouts. She felt something cold and wet on her head. She touched her head and noticed she had an icepack. She then softly started to sit straight against the headboard and let go a small groan. Even thought the groan was low enough, it seemed to echo in every room. Seconds later the door of the room opened. The Joker was behind it with another icepack.

He walked towards Harley, moved Harley's hand from her head, removed the almost melted icepack and put the new and colder one on her head. "Thanks, Puddin." The Joker didn't respond. He only sat on the edge of the bed; looking down. He then placed one hand on one of Harley's thighs;caressing it. "I was expecting to hear something else." He said in a disappointing tone. "What do you mean?" The Joker stopped caressing her and lifted his face and looked her with rage. Harley realized she said the wrong answer.

He stood up abruptly, walked once again towards Harley and knelt in front of the bed; placing his arms on the edge to maintain balance. "What do I mean, you ask? Well...how do I put this. When you have a partner, you always take him with you. If you're walking and he stops, you don't just leave them behind -do you?" He took a small breath to continue his speech but Harley interrupted. "Oh Puddin, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" The Joker then stood up again and grabbed her by her hair and brought her close to him. "SHUT UP, I'M SPEAKING!" He then let go of her hair and slapped her on the cheek. She fell on the bed again and lifted herself up. Harley started to stroke her cheek softly.

He was about to drop himself on top of her and give her more punches. Before he gave the first punch, he hesitated as he saw how Harley was peacefully there starring at him with eyes that said 'I'm ready.' She didn't moved. She didn't screamed. She didn't begged. She didn't even covered her face. Harley just stayed there quiet, waiting for the first hit. The Joker realized he just was about to hurt her again, and regretted it completely. He backed down his fist, sat on the bed beside her, stretched his arms and wrapped Harley with them around the waist softly; bringing her close to him. The Joker picked up the icepack,which was now off Harley's head (of course). He then grabbed Harley's head and placed it on his chest; then put the ice pack softly on her cheek.

"Oh Harley, I sometimes believe you like it when I get all angry and start hitting you. And it makes me feel terrible, really!" He whined as he pressed the icepack harder. Harley placed one hand on his chest and the other was wrapped around his waist. She pressed her face to his chest and closed her eyes in delight as he pressed the icepack. She was loving each second of it. "Ya' know, I don't like getting hit, but I don' t mind it either. I'm used to it. And I know you don't mean it. So, it's okay..." She murmured. "No. It's not okay. I've already feel guilty when you get hurt while we're causing mayhem." He sad as he lowered his face to face Harley, and placed his free hand on her chin; making her open her eyes and face him. "Oh, but that's part of the job, Pud-" "No it's not part of the job. Its the consequence." The Joker interrupted. "It's not the consequence of our the consequence of some people who can't get your jokes." "Our jokes." He corrected.

Harley showed a small smile as he said that. "Our jokes... I like the sound of that." The Joker grinned widely. "So do I..." He said and brought Harley's face to his slowly and kissed. It first started as a cute, small and delicate kiss but in seconds it turned into a fiercely and passionate kiss. Harley sat straight so they could kiss better, but it made no difference. As she straighten, he grabbed her by her hips and turned her; placing himself on top of her. They broke the kiss and the only thing that was breaking the silence were their heavy breaths. The Joker stared into Harley's eyes and vice versa. Those turquoise eyes staring at his almost black ones- a mix of fear, lust, desire, passion and...funny? As they stared, more intense each second, a grin began to appear on both faces. They started to chuckle, then it turned into a giggle, then into a laugh and finally they burst into a loud and acute laughter.

As their laughs slowly stopped, the Joker dropped himself on Harley. Harley gasped a little bit by the extra weight. But they both ignored it-they were already breathing heavy because of the kisses and laughs. "I love you." Harley whispered to his ear as her breathing calmed down. Her warm breath on his ear brought chills down his spine. He has never felt like this for Harley.

In fact, he never felt this connected to humanity. Harley was saving him from the real insanity. She showed him he still had a human in him; that he still had feelings. Maybe that was why he hated her so much. He hated humanity and everything related to it. Humans take everything seriously. Nothing was a joke. He thought he was alone in this world; that nobody, even his criminal partners, could understand his point of view. The Joker only wanted to accomplish only wish- destroy humanity and their pathetic ways of living. But then Harley came into his life, and proved him being a human wasn't something he could avoid. But more than that, she showed him she understood his point of view. She saw the gray between the black and white that everyone else couldn't see. And that was why he loved her so much.

People say he turned Harley insane. But really, she was insane since she has memory. She has always taking life as a joke. Efforts, studies, everything; all have been a joke to her. She only entered Gotham University because of her talent as a gymnastic. She took studies as a joke. Passing classes because of sensual plays with the professors; talk about living wild. The Joker only showed her she wasn't alone. With him, Harley revealed her true self;the girl she had hidden form everyone. That was the only thing she did. But like nobody knew her old schemes, they say that she was turned insane. That was one of the reasons he hated humanity. They don't blame who they call victim. Maybe that's why he sometimes can't tolerate Harley too. Because to society's eyes, she will be only a girl who the Joker ruined. His victim instead of his partner; his toy. She has a chance to people to understand her. And seeing that she can get something he can't get even if he tries hard, pisses him. And that was why he hated her so much too. But he felt more love than hate.

The Joker lifted his head from her side and leaned to her face. He kissed her nose and she let out a small squeak. "Me too, cupcake." He then lowed down and started to kiss her vividly. She grabbed his face and brought him more closer, intensifying the kiss in a softly. Harley was afraid he would beat the crap out of her because of doing it. He did wanted to hit her right now. How dare she think she has control? The Joker then thought of a better idea. He started to kneel on the bed, and wrapped Harley in his arms; making her kneel on his lap. As they straightened, he released her waist and grabbed her head and intensified the kiss even more. 'Who's in control now?' The Joker thought to himself. The kiss was intense each time more. They were fighting as who kissed more rougher. The taste of Joker's lips made Harley more excited. Her taste also excited him too. They didn't wanted this to stop. Nothing and no one will stop them.

Okay I'm so sorry I didn't updated earlier! My laptop's keyboard messed up and today I got it back. Forgive me! So hope your liking this story by far. Thanks for reading!