TW: BRIEF MENTIONS OF SEX!!
You ran a brush through your hair the following morning, trying to ignore the incessant itching of the dress you had just put on. You almost wanted to tear it off, but you knew that Joker would like you in it. It clung to your body and was extravagant and glittery. He loved curves, and he loved extravagance. And this morning, you needed to appeal to the things he loved. Otherwise, you wouldn't have a chance of coming out of hiding.
As you began adding your signature waves to your hair, Joker crept behind you. He stared into the vanity's mirror, watching you and watching himself. "You're quiet," he mused.
You probably were, but you hadn't even noticed. With everything on your mind, it was hard to. "Am I?"
"Yeah. What's wrong?"
Something in his tone suggested that he knew what was wrong, but was asking anyway for the sake of formality. Or maybe he was hoping you'd say "nothing" and he wouldn't have to address the elephant in the room: your discontent regarding Two-Face.
For now, you decided to indulge him. "Nothing."
You had a plan, and if you started talking about the forbidden topic right now, everything would go to shit.
You knew that strength was found in numbers. Therefore, if you were attempting to convince Joker to let you come out of hiding, you needed backup.
And who would be better backup than Harley Quinn?
Being honest with yourself, you couldn't stand her. She was bubbly in all the wrong ways, and every movement just seemed so performative and exaggerated. But, you had to admit that she had her good qualities, too.
One of those good qualities was that she was, for lack of a better term, an attention whore. While that may seem like a bad thing, it was a good thing for you. After all, an attention whore like Harley would not take too kindly to being cooped up all day. She would want to leave the house and strut her stuff, even if it put her life in danger. She was Harley fucking Quinn, and she wanted everyone to know that.
So, you figured you'd bring up the issue in front of her. That way, she would come to your defense and overwhelm Joker with opposition. You knew this plan wasn't exactly foolproof, since he wasn't known for giving in easily. But, it was worth a shot, and two mouths were always better than one when it came to arguing. Maybe, just maybe, he'd see your side.
"Nothing?" he echoed skeptically. He placed his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them. "Ya know I don't like it when you lie to me, doll."
"I'm not lying to you," you replied flatly. You noticed that he was a little too close to your curling iron, so you added, "Careful, that's hot."
He didn't retreat, which didn't really surprise you. Even if he got burned, you suspected he wouldn't care much. "You are," he said, completely ignoring your warning. "I know you more than ya think."
"Then you'd know that I'm really not lying."
You could see him look at you oddly in the mirror as you continued to curl your hair. He looked annoyed, but slightly inquisitive and confused. He was looking at you as if he were seeing you for the first time.
"I don't like this attitude," he mused after a period of silence.
"What attitude?" You knew what attitude, proven by the fact you instinctively raised your voice a little to make it sound politer.
"You're being cold with me. I don't like my women cold."
Despite your racing mind, you cracked a smile. "No, you like 'em hot."
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