Why So Serious?

Harley jumped at the sound of his voice. She hadn't expected him back so..soon. She smiled at him and then giggled at his remark about setting the city on fire. She assumed that he was joking and in a way it was sorta funny, in one of those dark humorous ways. "That sounds lovely..." She said as she stood up. "Lead the way.."
 
"Gladly." The Joker replied as he drew Harley up against him by her arm. "But first..." She felt the warmth of his breath against her lips, he was so close. "Did you miss me?" He asked before stealing a lustful kiss. He broke it just as quickly as he'd started it. "You, my dear, taste as sweet as strawberries!" He exclaimed as he smacked his lips a couple of time.
 
Harley flushed as she felt the warmth of his breath against her lips as he moved in closer to her. Again, she was reminded that he hadn't been gone that long. So, she frowned a bit before he stole a kiss from her, nearly taking her breath away though, the kiss hadn't been that long to begin with.

Harley laughed,"I just ate strawberries, silly."
 
"Oh, right, right, of course you have." The Joker replied as he stepped back, giving Harley some space. "So, are you going to change, or would you like to go out in what you are wearing?"
 
Harley looked down at her outfit, totally forgetting that she had been in the red spandex suit. "Oh, uh...right. But in what?" AFter all, he had taken her clothes at the warehouse so it wasn't exactly like she had anything to wear but this.
 
"Too right, this won't do... Well then we'll just have to hit up a clothing store as our first order of business. Until then, you could wear something from this..." The Joker said, taking out a remote and pressing a button which opened a panel in the far wall. A rack of gender neutral cloths came sliding out.
 
Harley grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, relieved to get out of the harlequinn suit. She looked around, looking for a place to change. "Um, where's the bathroom?" She asked, not really wanting to get undressed with the joker right in front of her. After all, she barely knew him. It wouldn't look good if she just...stripped in front of him.
 
"Just over there, Puddin." The Joker said with his ever present smile as he pointed to a door beside the mechanical rack of cloths. "Still too shy to share, huh? You do know I've already seen you naked right? I didn't touch you then, and I wouldn't touch you now, unless you wanted me to. Sometimes I think you do..."
 
Harley blushed but didn't say anything as she moved towards the bathroom. She shut the door and let out the breath she'd been unknowingly holding. She took off the spandex suit and put on the outfit, she didn't have a bra on so she'd probably have to shop for underwear as well.

After she got dressed, she walked out of the bathroom and returned to the joker's side. "Okay, now I am officially ready."
 
It didn't really matter that Harley had gone to the bathroom, the Joker had that room wired to record monitoring video as well. But of course, he didn't give her even the slightest hint that he did. "Good, we are off to put you in something fit for a princess then." The Joker tapped his cane on the ground, shifted the barret on his head down over one eye and took Harley's arm, walking her out of the room, down a hall and into a garage full of shiny, sporty cars in a rainbow of colors.
 
"Whoa...." Harley murmured as she stared at all the different cars he had. Some were pink, some were white, some were red, some were red and black, some were blue, there were many colors and Harley wondered what car they'd be taking. She turned to the joker tilting her head curiously, "Which one are we going to take?"

Was it so bad that she felt a flutter of excitement rush through her. She wasn't sure why though. For a brief moment, she thought about what her life would be like if she wasn't planning to turn him to the batman. So far, it seemed pretty exciting but she couldn't let herself get caught up in this. All she needed to do was gain his trust even more, and then find a way to contact the bat.

Then, she could easily get her job back.
 
Bruce hadn't been sitting around on his ass. From a few friends in the Gotham Prison guard he'd learned the names and identities of the few visitors the Joker had been permitted other then Miss Quinzel. He'd tracked down all but two of them and found out some interesting, and some not so interesting things. Most of these guys were just goons who'd been told to bring the Joker some form of contraband or other, those were useless to Bruce, but one of the goons had taken something out of the prison. It was an order to one of the many advanced Robotic Technical Corporation in Gotham City, Bruce, being head of Wayne Enterprises had been able to find a plethora of information about 'Mime Tech Industries' and was troubled to find that besides their advanced robot production, they also had been developing some of the most intelligent Artificial Intelligent in the world. That worried Bruce, knowing the Joker, that AI could go to a billion wrong uses.

The governor of Gotham had called in a few favors around the world, to find Joker; first to the FBI to see if there was any sign of the Joker or Miss Quinzel. After some persuasion from Batman, he had even called in a favor at Interpol and now the entire globe was on the look out for the two criminals.

Michael Scott was a Interpol agent working in a small town deep in the Outback. For about a year he'd been investigating the execution and murder of the Aborigines at the hands of local white supremacists. It seemed that his lovely island was still the drop of point of some rather bad bunches of gangs. He had just been about to leave his house, shoulder holster fitted, when he heard his fax machine whirring to life. Feeling a bit ticked that it happened just before he left, he walked over, two pictures of one 'Joker' and one 'Harley Quinzel' came out of the fax. He eyed the clown with disdain, but Quinzel seemed like a little hottie. Without paying much mind he folded the pictures in his pocket, since he didn't have time to file them properly. Then he was out the door, heading downtown to the clothing section of the town where the murderers seemed to be getting all their capital from. With a tug on his six gallon hat, Michael slid into his Jeep and tore off towards town.
 
Of all his fancy cars the Joker picked a blue 2007 mini cooper with white racing stripes, and a convertable roof. Peeling out of the garage, he began lauging madly. It was obvious that the car was souped up as it hit ninty before the first turn. "If there's one thing and one thing only that I learned from our dear old friend, Batsie its that... Nothing gets the ladies hot and bothered like a nice car with lots of speed, right Puddin?"
 
As Harley got into the car, she blushed slightly but nodded. She couldn't help but be a little impressed with the jokers car. Besides, a convertible had always been her favorite car, it was so exciting and it made her feel free! Harley had to frantically remind herself that she wasn't going to be staying with the joker long though. That all she needed was his trust. It was starting to become hard to remember such things.

"I know it gets me hot." She said in an almost suggestive tone. She'd meant for it to sound that way. After all, if the joker believed she liked him (which she did she just didn't want to admit that to herself), then he'd trust her more. Right? Right!
 
"Sounds like it, you sound positively feverish, I aught to take your temperature..." The Joker replied as he slid a hand between her knees and squeezed a little. He peeled out into thin traffic in an almost perfect powerslide sending instinctual chills of exhileration and fear through Harley's spine with his reckless maneuvering. For his part, the Joker was just laughing away, bouncing in his seat, obviously enjoying the thrill of weaving through the increasing traffic.

They wern't far from the mall now as they came up along side some stooge wearing an old six gallon hat, driving a jeep. "Pardon me, my good man, but you wouldn't happen to have any Grey Poupon, would you? Hah! Hehehehe!" The Joker shouted across at the man before stomping on the gas, cutting the man off, nearly sending him off the road.
 
Harley blushed as Mistah J's hand cupped her sex for a moment. Before she knew what was happening, she was screaming very loudly and she doubted that it had anything to do with the way he was touching her. No, this scream was from exhilaration, from the speed. Harley thought they were going to crash! They hadn't though and when he stopped a red light, Harley let out a tiny sigh of relief.

"Pardon me, my good man, but you wouldn't happen to have any Grey Poupon, would you? Hah! Hehehehe!"

Again, as he sped off, Harley let out another earthshattering scream. She was gonna die soon, she just knew it! This is what she deserved after even considering trying to give the Joker the kind of understanding he needed. Now, she was gonna die for poor judgement.

Whatsa girl ta do?!
 
"Bug off, eh fucker?" Michael said while flipping the bird and giving the lunatic driver a casual glance. He did a quick double take when he saw who was in the car. "Beautiful," He murmured to himself as he pulled out the flier he'd received earlier. There was no mistaking it, those two were one and the same. Michael pushed his 4x4 a bit harder until he'd got within viewing distance of the madly twisting and turning little coupe. Several times it seemed as if the little car was going to crash, but no matter what situation it was in, the crazy driver someone managed to pull out of it.

Michael waited until the car stopped before closing the distance. His eyes followed the two on their business, waiting for them to enter a store or make a move before getting out of his Jeep to follow.He didn't know what he was going to do, but he did know he would need backup, so pulling out his cell he dialed the local sheriff's office and had the old sheriff send two of his deputies down to the shopping area. Then he hung up and began to follow the two fugitives.
 
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The Joker laughed fitfully as Harley screamed. "Look Ma, no hands!" He shouted, letting go of the wheel, stomping on the gas at the same time. He threw his hands up in front of his face as though they were going to crash then. He was loving her reaction, it was obvious that she was well and truly terrified that they were really going to crash.

The Jokers laughter as he weaved in and out of traffic was a discordant cacophony of madness, which didn't stop until they pulled into their destination, the mall, by cutting across several lanes of traffic, and roughly over the island of grass that acted as a median between the opposing lanes. By the time they stopped, three tires were blown and the front end was mangled badly. "HAHAHAH! HEHEHEH! Ahuh, ahuh! Ah.... Whew..." The Joker's laughter sputtered to an end as he looked over at the terror stricken Harley. "Remember where we parked, Puddin?" He asked, as straight faced as her perma-smile would allow.
 
"Bug off, eh fucker?"

As the joker sped past him, Harley attempted to give the guy an apologetic look, then once again started screaming in pure terror. She was gonna die, she was gonna die, she was gonna fucking die! This was it, this was the end! She didn't even get a chance to get married, live in a big house, have lots of little Harleys or.....

Then, the car stopped. It stopped roughly, but it stopped.Her breathing was erratic and her world seemed to be spinning from the terror of the joker driving.

"Remember where we parked, Puddin?"

"Uh, sure thing Mistah J." She said as she stepped out of the car. At least now she could work off some of this stress by shopping.
 
The Joker jumped out of the car and brushed his hand over the hawian button down he wore as he twirled his cane in the other hand. "Where to first?" He asked Harley as he tapped his cane against the ground, paying no attention to the pile up of cars he'd left behind just a few hundred yards away at the mall's entrance.
 
Harley looked at the pile of cars with a dazed expression. She could already tell that if she had decided to stick with the joker, the ride wasn't going to be exactly tame and calm, that was for sure! She turned her attention back to the Joker.

"Uh heh, I don't really know what the stores are around here, but..if you'd like to pick somethin out for me, don't think I would mind that at all." Even if he had the worst judgement in clothing. She shuddered at the thought of the spandex red suit he had put on her the day before.

"Any places with some cute dresses would be cool, or even jeans, I don't really mind wearin jeans. Oh! And some swimsuits, I mean we can swim here down under, right? Oh! Oh! And jewelery, gotta compliment this beauty somehow."

Hey, if she was gonna go shopping she might as well, live it up!
 
"Dresses?" The Joker wrinkled his nose at the suggestion. "I never would have taken you for a dress wearing sort... Was I wrong?" He tilted his head to one side, mentally dressing her in a pair of tight jeans. "Now... Jeans..." He licked his lips. "Tight jeans... They would look quite good on you... I should think." And with that, the Joker shifted his cane to his other hand and took Harley arm in arm and casually skipped toward the malls entrance.
 
"I never would have taken you for a dress wearing sort... Was I wrong?"

She shook her head, "No, I don't normally wear dresses unless I need it for a special occasion or somethin..." she said, then smiled at his compliment. It caused her to blush a little while she mentally told herself that she needed to make sure she stayed in control of her emotions. She couldn't let herself get wrapped up with the joker, as she was dragged through the mall to the first store..

It would ruin everything!
 
Lifting his cane, it appeared, at first, as though the Joker was about to open the doors with it, instead, he gave Harley a quick glance, suggesting she cover her eyes before he pushed a button on its handle. A brilliant blue flash of energy shot out from the end of the cane and caused the glass doors to shatter inward. "Mind your step, Puddin, our public awaits." The Joker quipped as he lifted Harley up and over the pile of broken glass, into the store propper.
 
Harley closed her eyes as was silently suggested. She waited about five minutes until the joker spoke again, telling her to come with him. She opened her eyes noticing the one of the glasses had been broken. Her eyes widened, they were breaking in, that much was clear and normally she'd be freaking out telling him how wrong this was, but...she needed him to believe she had conformed to his ways.

She gave the joker a timid smile and walked inside. "So, where ya takin me first, Mistah J?"
 
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