If she had been anyone else, Frost, one of his men, hell just some random person on the street, he would have just pushed them out of the window and watched them fall, knowing that the last thing they saw was his smile and the last thing they heard was his laugh, but she is not just anyone, she is his and that means he would never truly put her in any danger. He moves his body back as her hands rip his shirt as he knows she has had enough, pulling her back and holding her in his arms.

"Shhhh...Shhhhhh...Shhhhhhh."

He begins to run his hand down the back of her head, running it down her hair trying to calm her down, he knew that it was a bit much, but it needed to be done, to remind her of her place, by his side and nowhere else, these new friends, where enemies and everything she done with them, should be forgotten as now they had a serious problem. The city was laughing at them, not laughing with them. Power was slipping through their fingers. Money was low and men where leaving them, they wanted power but to have power you needed puppets and getting his queen back has cost him a lot of money and puppets.

"It's me and you baby....me and you against the...world."

He moves his hand from the back of her head, he flicks it lightly, his cut purple glove easily falling off as he places his hand on her chin and raises it up to look down, finally after the fighting, the arguing, he locks eyes with her as his other hand moves and cleans the tears away from her face.

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Harley felt like he had her hanging out of the shattered window forever, for a long moment she really thought he had enough this time, and that he was truly going to let her go and let her fall to the ground to her death. She knew better than to struggle against him, that would have only made his choice to let her go all the more easy for him to make, she couldn't help the screams of fear from escaping her smudged red painted lips. Her heart was beating fast and hard within her chest, and tears slowly roll down her white gohstly skin, her blue and red under eye make-up mixing with her tears making her tears look red and blue. Finally he pulled her back up and pulled her into his warm protective embrace. Her hands wrapped around him tightly her fingers grasping tightly onto the back of his now riped shirt, almost like a child holding on for dear life.

Hearing his words as he tried to calm her down, after having worked her all up she lofted her head his hand on her chin and his other wiping away the tears that had gone and fallen from here eyes. Harley knew that all the power, money and men they once had was all gone because he had made the choice to come after her not only once but twice before he got his queen back to his side. A normal person, women would have ran for the hills after what had just happened but not Harley, she wanted to remain at his side even more now and closer to him than ever before. Looking up and deeply into his eyes now.

"I..I'm sorry Puddin! I love you..You and me forever!"

She said softly to his words, she would do anything for him, no matter the cost on herself, she wanted to make him happy again, she had caused him so much pain and cost him most of his business and she needed to help him get back what he had lost because of her and then some.

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He smiled, just a little smile, but enough to let her know that he was happy, even with everything fallen around them, he was happy. He looked at her, with his half open green eyes, his metal teeth, shining bright in the moonlight and the heavy breathing as he would normal just break away from the embrace, from the affection, but he didn't. She was the only thing in his life that brought him warmth, the only thing that made him human, allowed him to be just himself. She was the only one that was not afraid of him, the only one who could take a punch and yet still come back to him. He removed his hand from her face and pulled her in closer as he held onto her just for a little bit longer before letting her go.

"Things have changed...everything has changed...The Bat is gone and all the...freaks...have crawled out from the gutter..."

He looks out at the broken window one more time as he then turns his back on it and walks into the room, no lights where on, it was dark, but not to dark as the lights of the buildings and from the moon brought plenty of light into the room. The music from his club could still be heard, even with the sound proof walls, he could still here the idiots partying. They disgusted him, everyone disgusted him. They were not like him, they were just insects that he could crush at any second and with the way he was right now, instead of dancing and drinking, they should be fearing for their safety. His head hangs low for only a second as he speaks once more.

"While you where away...everyone has been taking a piece of everything WE have built..."

He upped his voice and stressed the word we, what was his was hers and what was hers was his, this was there empire and it was nothing like it used to be. He walks over to literally the only table left standing in the room, a couple of glasses sat upon it and a glass of whiskey sat beside them. He would pour himself a glass, not normally one to drink, but in this sort of situation, he needed it to dull his senses for just a moment. He grabbed his glass, staining it as he poured a second glass for Harley before throwing the bottle across the room and letting it smash against the wall above the ripped up bed. The covers slashed and the pillows stabbed, it was defiantly a bed that has not been slept in for some time.

"A penguin, a cat, a hatter and a scarecrow...haha....it sounds like a bad joke..."

He looked around the room, the smirk still on his face, his eyes where heavy, he has not slept in some time, maybe the entire week since he has returned to the city that has forgotten him. He grits his teeth hard, so hard that if he even had any normal teeth left in his mouth they would have shattered. The anger in his voice, these fakes, these copy cats, moving in on him while he left the city, he wanted to kill them all and he knew he would do it, in time. He would then take a drink, but it was obvious he did not enjoy it as he away from Harley and threw the glass down onto the ground and listened to the shatter. He again shacked his hand at his side as the blood dripped all over the floor as he then turned to Harley, his hand moving up to his face as he covers his own mouth, the big smile on the back of his hand covering the entire lower half of his face as he begins to laugh, trying to bring a smile to the face of his queen.

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A soft smile spread over the blonde's lips, she was glad that he had not pushed her away, usually he wouldn't embrace her for this amount of time, but push her away not wanting to show that human side that longed for her touch. She felt his hand move from her face to wrap round her slender body and pull her closer to him. She could have stayed there with him like this forever if she could but she knew that wasn't possible. No matter what happened between them she would always remain with him. People called her crazy even when he hit her, scared her she would always come running to him when he called her. Everything that they had worked very hard to gain had been taken away from them, in only a few nights since her Joker had left the city of Gotham in order to be reunited with his queen and bring her back home. He had lost more than anyone should have to in order to get her back, to have her back at his side a place she would never again be missing from.

Never again would anyone hurt her puddin, she would make sure of that and never again would Harley be away from his side unless he commanded it to be so. Seeing his small smile, it was enough for her to know that his anger with her had passed after being taught a lesson. She knew that he wanted ehr to know he felt happy, even with everything being taken away from them, and even though the situation they found themselves within he was happy because she was back at his side once more. Finally he let go of her slender frame as she listened to the words that her clown had spoken. It wasn't often that anyone saw him have a drink, he was always on the ball and didn't dull his senses like this but she could see this was something he needed so he wouldn't break again and at her.

"I know baby..but WE will get it all back...everything WE have lost it will be ours again!"

Harley promised him this, it was the least that she could do, she had to get it all back for him, to make him happy again after all it was because of her that he had lost as much as what he had. Slowly she walked over to the sofa and sat close next to her man, she watched him carefully as he took a drink of whiskey that clearly by the look on his face he hated the taste of. She studied his face, she could see that he had not slept for god knows how long. Slowly she pulled her legs up onto the sofa, tucking them under her body as she moved to sit on her knees and ran a hand threw his soft green swept back hair as she pressed a soft kiss onto his cheek as he laughed with his large smile on the back of his hand covering his mouth.

"Puddin..you look tired baby...Come on lay down with me"

She said bringing her face close to his as she placed her hand on his pulling his hand down away from his lips, and holding his hands within her own. First she needed to take care of her Joker and than only then would she work on getting their empire back.

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No one told him what to do, no one ever touched him as well, he always hated it, but Harley was different, he could never refuse her, he always at the end of the day did what she asked him to do, it was his one weakness, a weakness that he could never wash away. He allowed her to get close to him once again, as he looked at her as his hand was lowered, she was a thing of pure beauty, the light white skin only added to her appearance, it did not take anything away, any man would be lucky to have her and she was all his.

“…”

He did not say a word, as she sat down on the couch as he merely looked at it, he always hated couches, they always brought him bad memoires. In Arkham they would lay him down on them, sometimes strap him down and send some idiot in to him to try and speak to him, try to see what was wrong with him, but they were all the same, every single one of them where the same. They did not care about him, they did not want to fix him, they only wanted to break him, break him and find out why he is what he is, for one reason only, to be famous. To get book deals, to be on television, to have the fame as the one who got through and fixed him and made him normal.

“Always hated sitting down for the doctors, listening to them lie to me, telling me they wanted to help me…when all they wanted was to become famous.”

He sat down beside her and then laid down, his head resting on her lap as he just looked upwards. The kiss on the check, the kindness she has shown him has made him open up a little bit and not be so on the edge. Arkam was a nightmare for him. Every time he was sent there, it was the same old routine. The doctors always had their own ways, some would take his straight jacket off him, a mistake that always cost them, some would have him beaten before speaking to him, another mistake as well, he only needed a pin or a paper clip to make them smile.

“But you, imagine my surprise when they sent you to me, a kid whose ink had barely dried on her qualifications.”

All the doctors before had failed, some had died in pursuit of his secrets and others where left broken, he always got out and he always got them and so when Batman got him, smashed his face in, broke his face, his teeth and all his bones and tossed him back into Arkham, they had the change to break him for good and they sent him Harley Quinn, a young up start looking to make a name for herself. There first meeting was interesting, she untied his straight jacket and allowed him to lay down, his bones where healing, his new teeth where hurting, but she was not afraid of him, she just spoke to him, not wanting to know anything other than is he was healing well.

“I bet they thought you to fail at the start…”

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Harley knew better than anyone that no one told the Joker what to do, but she was his Queen, the one person that would forever be by his side until the day that he forced them apart or till the day she could no longer take a breath and was ten feet underground.Watching her puddin as he slowly placed his head on top of her lap, a soft smile spread over her lips, as she listened to the words that he had spoken, she knew that she must have made him relax with her warm, kind and loving touches, as that was the only time he would open up to her even just as little as it was, about his past before she had come into his life. Softly with one hand laying on top of his chest, and her other hand running her fingers through his hair, she wanted him to feel as comfortable and relaxed as he could feel in such a time of reliving his past within Arkham.

"Oh yes..the book deals, the television interviews, and the many many shows just for breaking the famous Joker, making him normal and bringing him back into society"

Harley said with a soft laugh. She had very much been offered the very same chance when she had first took on the job as the psychiatrist within Arkham, of course she wasn't interest in the books, the fame, or the television deals that would have come her way, she wanted to make a real different to really help the Joker weather that meant helping him work through his trauma or whatever, she had been completely obsessed and interested in him from the very beginning before she had even met the man, it had taken her almost six months to even get that very first face to face meeting with him. Hearing his comment on her, the small smile on her red smudged lips widened as she looked down at him. Her hand softly running over his chest. She hated the thought of the prisoners being beaten or hurt just because they where in that place didn't mean the guards and officers had the right to hurt any of them, she was much smarter than that, If she wanted to keep her life she knew more than anything to treat each of them the right way.

"I was completely obsessed with you even before I met you Puddin!...I remember the very first time I met you. You were still hurtin after batsy..I was nervous before you were brought to my office. But when I saw you I could see you were tired and still healing. I wanted to make sure you were alright instead of trying to tackle that amazing mind of yours"

Harley admit as she looked at him, she could remember hearing about all the others that had come before her that had broken and become insane or had been killed. The many times that the guards had asked her why she spent so much time with the Joker only to be failing but she knew much better than their stupid small minds. They knew nothing of the real man that was within the Joker the man she loved, not that it took her long to see she had completely fallen for him.

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She was chancing her luck, being risky like this and trying to get close, was not something that happened all too often, but when she wanted it, him, there was no stopping her from taking what she wanted. He just continued to rest on her and looking up at her as he takes her hand and gives it a little kiss.

"Even back then...they where jealous...of what we had."

[The Past - Road To Mad Love.]

He had pushed him to far, he has finally gone over the edge and made The Batman mad, something he had not yet been able to do. All the people he killed, everything he had done, it was nothing compared to what his biggest joke and now The Bat was out for him. He was cornered in a dark alley, the rain was pouring down and beating on them both, Joker had lost his jacket trying to get away, but now there was no getting away from him, this was the end of the line. He pulled his gun up and smiled as he fired, but nothing happened. All he heard was a loud thud as his pistol hit the ground at his feet, he looked down and saw blood dripping down on the gun as he then looked to his hand, those stupid metal bat weapons he has, one was right through his hand. He did not scream or falter, he just pulled it out and tossed it aside and liked the running blood as The Bat sprang for him. He pulled a knife and he quickly drove it right into his shoulder, leaving a little mark for him to remember, the knife was quickly knocked out of his hand and as Joker went to strike him, he felt his hand grabbed and crushed, breaking every finger he had. He swung with his other hand, but The Bat quickly broke his arm like it was nothing and then a kick to his right leg, snapping it like a stick, brought him down onto his back as he looked up and just laughed. The Bat was now upon him, hitting him once right in the face, so powerful that he was almost knocked out, but he kept his senses, he kept his smile and he kept laughing as he was struck again and again until his nose was broken, his jaw was snapped and his teeth, all of them was either knocked clean out of his mouth or smashed down into his throat. Then the worst, the moment he had hoped, The Bat wrapped his hands around his throat and started to squeeze the life out of him, no more laugh or smile, but broken hand and all he slapped it over his face so that he could see him smile as he passed out.

He woke up, in the back of a van, his broke arm, hand and leg all bandaged up, his mouth covered as five men laid the boots into him, all of them beating him as hard as they could, hell he could not blame them, he killed all their friends in his last break out. He knew where he was going, Arkham, a place where they tossed people like him and left them there to fade into nothingness. They dragged him out the van, through him into a puddle and laid into him with their batons as the doctors watched and when enough was done he was picked up and dragged inside. He was surprised with the changes, more guards, more cameras, bigger walls, more bars, they were looking to keep him here for good, even had a new cell for him, away from everyone else. A little glass box for him, no walls, just glass all around him and just a bed in it, nothing more. He was tossed inside, straight jacket still on, feet still handcuffed, the time for games was over, this was going to be a long stay, maybe for good this time.

A few days had passed when the guards came into his room, grabbed him up and made sure the straight jacket was nice and tight and that the cuffs on his leg where tight enough so that he could feel the pain. He was then dragged down long hallways and taken into a room, just a desk, two chairs and a couch on the far side, he had seen this all before, so many times and it was always boring to him. They just wanted his secrets, to use to advance their careers, to climb the ladder and he always gave them lies and nonsense to destroy their careers. The guards forced him down onto the chair, laughing, joking that he has lost his smile, a low grunt escapes his sore lips that causes him to get a stiff punch to the face. His head hung low as the guards left and the heavy sounds of boots was replaced but a light clicking sound, he knew the sound of a high heel when he heard it, another doctor here to press him for secrets. He kept his head down and listened to the door open and close behind him as he kept his head low and not even wasting his time looking up as the doctor sat before him.

"So...doc...what's your...name."