"Tell me, Mister J," The clinging of his large ring against the glass rang through the quiet room. Silence filling in every gap in between Joker's men that surrounded the small space as the two men sat there, one hesitant to talk, and the other uninterested to listen. "Why can't you give Harley to me? She seems quite the package, and I got a lot of use for her when she's mine." The sound of metal meeting glass came to a stop once Joker let out an unsatisfied sigh. Trembling brown eyes met piercing blue as he lifted his stare up to the man in front of him, seeing the regret of his blurted words in his expression. A sinister smile creeping up his red painted lips. "Because she's bound to be mine, not to a dead man walking." - Book Two of MAD; a Joker x Harley Quinn Fanfiction 7.20.22/----