A/N: Hey, so I know I have been away for awhile college has been a lot. But I'm back, and hopefully back to stay. This is my first ever Joker and Harley Quinn story so please don't be too hard on me! But I would definitely love some constructive criticism so my story can be the best it possibly can. (I just want to say I don't own the Joker/Harley Quinn or any quotes I have taken from Suicide Squad all credits go to the original writers).

Anyway let's get onto the story. I hope you enjoy it!

Joker POV:

Harley has been in Arkham Asylum for over a year now, and truth be told I was actually starting to miss that pain in the ass. My henchmen haven't found any ways of infiltrating the damn asylum, those no good sons of bitches. Anger started to surround me, my body swaying as if I was drunk, my eyes blurring the world around me. I put the gun to my head.

"Boss is this a bad time?" Jonny Frost walked in immediately regretting becoming involved in the situation.

I laugh pointing the gun at him, pulling the trigger shooting just inches from his body. Jonny turns his head looking to where the bullet had just penetrated the dark purple wall. I laugh again when I see his face struck with panic, I fall to my back and sigh. "What can I do for you Jonny?" I hissed.

"We've found the Bat." Jonny's eyes glistened waiting to hear his bosses plan.

"I don't need the Bat I need Harley. Unless you are telling me that Batman is willing to go into Arkham and get Harley for me, then I see no use in him." I strummed my finger along a knife I found on the ground.

"Ah." Jonny looks around. "I just thought.." I cut him off before he could finish whatever ridiculous bullshit he was going to make up.

"Pull the car around. We're going for a drive." I sit up a cold dead stare comes across my face.

Harley Quinn POV:

Arkham Asylum sucks, I miss my Puddin' and the clothes they have me wearing aren't nearly as cute as what my Puddin' lets me wear.

"Rise and shine Princess." Griggs hit the bars with his baton.

"What are you doing at Arkham Asylum?" I spoke in a hushed voice.

Griggs looked around, and played with his baton before answering. "I got reassigned.

"I'm bored. Play with me." I twirl my hair in my finger, biting my bottom lip that has been stained by red lipstick.

"Not today fruitcake, you killed five of my men already. Like hell I'm stepping foot into that bat cave." Griggs smiles tilting his head to the side. "Bat cave" He snickered. "Aren't you and the Joker obsessed with Batman?"

My blood began to boil. "Don't talk about my Puddin' or the Bats ever again." I crooked my head to the side and stared at him with crazy wild eyes and grabbed him by the collar and began to laugh.

He pulled my hands off him a little shaken by the fact that I was that close to him. Griggs composed himself but still looked as lost as ever. "Yeah..okay dollface, you keep being pretty and crazy."

Just as he began to walk away to check on the other lowlife criminals locked up in this hellhole. I screamed making him jump and grab his heart. I laughed. "Sorry the voices." I was now hanging my head from the cold hard bed. Looking at him as if he was the crazy one. He continued to walk as if nothing had happened leaving me alone with my thoughts once again.

Joker POV:

In the car I got a flashback of when I got Harley back the first time from her imprisonment in Belle Reve Prison. My henchmen and I all busted our way into the prison making the dark walls bright for only a few moments as we came in machine guns blazing. They sawed open the only thing keeping me from touching her. I brought her back to the old abandoned warehouse I call home. By the time we got back to the place I call home Harls was asleep with her head in my lap. I didn't understand how she could be so tired after I did all the work saving her ungrateful ass, this infuriated me. I wrapped my hand around her petite neck easily and began to clench my hand squeezing harder and harder with every second that went by. She jolted awake gripping my hand trying desperately to pull my hand from her body. I only squeezed harder watching the color slowly drain from her face.

I heard her faint whisper. "I'm sorry Puddin' I didn't mean to." I slowly released my grip from her neck and threw her to the opposite end of the car. Her hands in front of her neck protecting it from my grasps.

"We're home." I hissed whipping open the door of the van. "Go upstairs and take a shower you smell like a wet dog." I slammed the door shut behind me hearing a faint gasp of fear leave Harley's throat before the door fully shut. We didn't speak for quite some time after that night.

A few weeks went by from that night I choked her. As I walked to my office I heard her faint footsteps slowly climbing our twisted staircase. Shortly after she came down and knocked on my door before letting herself come in.

"Puddin'?" She said almost inaudible, placing her left hand on my right shoulder.

I glanced over at her hand, letting her keep it there momentarily. "Yes Harley?" I spoke almost snake like.

"I'm sorry I made you mad. I promise to try harder next time." Her voice shaken.

I rolled my eyes annoyed at my companion for the millionth time. "Harley, you never know when enough is enough do you?" I turned to face her, her hand pulled back to her throat to protect it at all cost, nerves running through every inch of her body. I raised my hand to her stopping just before hitting her face.

"Mistah J?" She questioned, concerned and confused as to why I stopped myself. She slowly let her hands fall from her neck and grabbed my hand that was still lingering in the air.

I hung my head letting her hold my hand there, just contemplating the moment and what I have done. "Pooh. You know Daddy cares about you right?" I questioned, wondering if I even knew the answer to that.

With great enthusiasm she answered almost a second after I had asked. It was like as if I had never laid a finger on her or hurt her in any means. "Of course Puddin' why would you ask such a thing?" She knelt to the ground and lifted my head to look at her.

I slammed my fist against the roof the car as I was shot back into reality.

If I hadn't been so cruel she wouldn't have left. I knew there was only so far I could push Harley until she began to lose faith in me. But that night when she went missing I couldn't control my anger anymore. Another flashback hit as my henchmen sped down the streets of Arkham.

I came home late that horrific night. Batman had seen us leaving the club just after we had stolen a shipment of automatic guns. He followed us for what seemed like two or three miles before jumping onto the roof of the car. Harley had reached for my gun and tried to shoot at the dumb Bat but managed to miss every shot.

"Hold still you stupid Bats." She spoke through clenched teeth. "You're ruining date night!"

I dropped gears to take a tight turn finally sending that fucker right where he belongs into a dumpster that had piss and vomit all down the side of it. We didn't get too far until the Bat was on our tail again. This time he managed to pop the two back tires sending Harls and I into a tree having the lamborghini flip three times before falling into the river. She went through the windshield and I got sent to the passenger side. Dazed and confused I swam to the top of the water seeing the Bat in the distance making his way towards us. I had a choice to make that night. Save Harley or save myself.

Shortly after I had been home I heard a bike rumbling just outside the perimeter of the abandoned warehouse. "You asshole, you left me there to die!" Harley shouted throwing the motorcycle to the ground.

I didn't even bother to get up from my chair I didn't have time for her right now. A few seconds later she had slammed my office door into the wall. I could see water still dripping from her hair. "Harley you're okay." I said cheerfully my arms opened wide. "I was worried about you."

She shook her head water falling onto my face. "Oh no no no. Don't pull this shit again. You know I can't swim!" She yelled.

With my arms still spread wide I frowned making it seem like I truly cared. "Harley don't be like that."

She was now inches away from me. "I am soaking wet, and I would have gotten taken by Bats if I didn't find that motorcycle in time. Then what would have you done then?" She stood still taking in my expression. When she saw that I went from smiling to completely annoyed she slapped me across the face.

I cocked my head to the side, I had a wicked smile on my face as I placed my hand on my right side of the face. "Do not test me Harley." I wiggled my finger at her in disapproval. "I promise when I am done with you, you'll be hanging on by your very last breath."

She stepped back fully aware of what she had just done. Just as she was about to turn away from me and walk off I stood and grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into me. She placed her hand on my chest and tried to begin and say sorry. But I quickly stopped her by smashing my glass over her head. At that point she had managed to squeak out the words 'I'm sorry', but they meant nothing to me at this point. This wasn't the first time she had messed up a plan, she had messed up a plan just a few nights ago; so I knew this wasn't going to be the last plan she fucked up.

I threw her across the room her back slamming against the corner of my wooden work desk. She fell to the ground, but I was next to her in seconds giving her no time to catch her breath. I put my cold hands around her neck just like I had a few weeks ago, and slammed her up against the wall. I could feel the beating of her heart as I held her there inches from the ground. She clawed at my hand which was no help. Just as I saw her taking what could have been her very last breath I let her drop to the ground. I watched as she gasped for air like a fish out of water. A few minutes had past and I was still standing over her waiting for her to attempt to speak to me again.

She looked up at me her eyes still burning with love for me, and I couldn't understand why. So I said the very words I knew would hurt her more than any physical pain could ever do. "Harley I despise you, when I pushed you into the chemical bath I didn't want to go back for you. I wanted to leave you for dead." At that I left her in my office not caring what happened to her at that moment. Shortly after I went back to check on her, for some reason I am drawn to her. She is the fire in my loins. The itch in my crotch. The one, the only, the infamous Harley Quinn! And I needed her, but she was gone.

I was jolted awake from my flashback, falling forward from my seat hands on the dashboard as my head slammed against them. Jonny had slammed on the breaks, a dark figure standing a few feet from the car. I narrowed my eyes and gave a wicked smile when I realized the figure staring back at me was the so called hero Batman.