Mistah J - The Origin of Harley Quinn

Mistah J - Chapter Thirteen - Dance With The Devil

Chapter Thirteen - Dance With The Devil

Guy walked the streets for hours before he decided to go home after all it was his home, their home. He took a deep breath before he opened the door, there were no lights on he knew she would be asleep so he flicked the light on next to the couch and sat down, he pulled something out from underneath him it was a bright green and purple men's sock it wasn't his, he saw something bright green poking out from under the couch he pulled it out, this certainly wasn't his it was a men's dress vest. He stormed into the bedroom, Harleen was standing by the window having a cigarette she turned around quick enough to catch a fist to her face

"What the hell was the Guy?" She said as she used the wall to pick herself up

"What the hell is this" he held the vest up "you been seeing another guy?" He questioned her inches from her face

"No, I mean not really, well" she stammered what was she supposed to say "Oh honey my patient from the asylum escaped and came here for the night and i think I'm going crazy" she thought to her self

"Which is it Harleen? Yes or no? It's a simple question"

"Ah-I-I um" she was stumped she had no idea what to say

He slapped her making her fall into the wall "Geez is that hair dye seeping into your brain, i'll be back for my stuff tomorrow" he walked out of the apartment slamming the door

She collapsed on the bed and yelled out in frustration, what had she done, she hurt someone she really cared about for what, The Joker what did he do for her, yeah maybe every time she thought about him her stomach did backflips and her heart threatened to break, she yelled out again then she felt something cold on her face

"Guy?" She smiled and looked up

"No just me Kid, sorry to disappoint" The Joker smiled at her and pressed the ice-pack against her face as she inhaled sharply

"How did you get in here? Again" she sat up as he smirked, he looked at her as if he was saying really? She smiled "right you're The Joker".

"I saw what he did to ya Doc"

"Well he thought I was cheating on him, he found your vest on the couch" she sat against the back board

He laughed "sorry hehe"

He stood up stomach was burning, he really wanted to stay, with her his doctor, his beautiful wonderful intelligent doctor every instinct he had was telling him to kill her right there, oh it would be beautiful the crimson red blood running and sticking to her creamy white skin, but something else was telling him to stay and be with her he hadn't felt like this before (well not as The Joker anyway) he felt a flutter in his chest what was she doing to him he was THE Joker. He heard her sobbing he knelt down in front of her and brushed a wisp of blonde hair from her face he kept his hand there, she looked deep into his eyes - there was the flutter in his chest again - she placed her hand on his and smiled - argh that smile, so perfect, so innocent so beautiful - he stood up again and walked over to her dresser he wanted to kill that Guy for making her cry. He picked up a book that was sitting there 'Bag of Bones by Stephen King' he laughed it was the same book he stole from her office she had no clue. He looked through her CDs and sorted through the titles - Best of the 80's, Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, Coltrane - and then he found one he liked, put it in and walked over to her, he reached his hand out and pulled her up

"Tell me something Doc" he held her close to him as the song began quietly

Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy
Some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this

He looked down into her eyes, "have you ever dance with a devil in a pale moon light?"

Don't forget a small moonbeam
Fold in lightly with a dream
Your lips and mine
Two sips of wine
Memories are made of this

She giggled into his chest, she began to fall asleep in his embrace he laid her down on her bed, she grabbed onto his tie

"No Please, I don't want to be alone" he smiled and laid down next to her she still kept a small distance between them, "very professional because if you're going to sleep in a bed with your homicidal patient make sure theres at least a 2 inch gap between you." He laughed at his thought, he watched over his doctor as she began to drift to sleep. When her breathing became deeper he took it as a sign that she was now asleep, he carefully stood up and walked to the bedroom door he looked back at her sleeping, he picked up his vest from the floor and left.