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His eyes seemed to find Harley when she yelled, not startled but almost as if he just remembered she was lurking around him at all times. Nothing was said, he was content to look at his favored toy with a appreciative gesture. He wouldn't have fought Harley off at this point if she wanted to come close, he didn't have it in him. Finding his voice, he'd begin to speak to Harley again, while his head shifted till it would find itself coming down into the shoulder of that woman. Using her as support, his hair a wild mess and obscuring his face somewhat, he was content to stare at the floor as he spoke. "Harley. I got a joke for you. It's a real gas" He was unwilling to cushion his lean, sure she could handle his weight if she so choose to. That mind racing despite the sluggish feel of his body, he'd begin to speak quietly to her. "These two well to do people are riding on a train, talking about religion, life, and all it's meaning. The first one says to the second one, that life is pointless since in the end all it does is lead to death. The second, he's sore about the whole thing, takes it personal and says it doesn't matter about death, as it's all a big black nothing as it is, and that life's the real adventure. Well, a third person speaks up, shouting at both of them to shut up and go back to sleep. Turns out both of em are stark raving mad, and keeping everyone else up because they just wanted to have a good time." He didn't laugh at it though, instead craning his head up abit and noticing briefly she smelled like something divine, despite the obvious loony nature of his squeeze, she took real good care of herself. Looking almost vexed, he'd remark dejectedly. "That's not very funny. Hmm."

The yelling stopped and Harley quickly moved the gun back to the holder on the belt that hung loosely from her hip. She was always there that was the point of her existence at least in her mind, it was to keep him save and be madly in love with him. But that was besides the point. Maybe it was, she didn't want to be like the wife that tied him down, lead him down the path that he shouldn't have been lead down on. Not that she wasn't grateful that the threads of fate had brought them together. Down she sat next to him and soon felt his head on her shoulder. Her heart fluttered with nothing but sheer love and adoration of the man. She stood strong against his weight, remaining stable against his full on lean. "Lets hear it Mr. J", She said her hand coming closer to his head, almost to hold him. Long limb of Harley's moved to the side of his face that wasn't against her shoulder, pushing that hair away from him, tucking it behind his ear and then repeating the process a couple times before she was petting softly at the knots in his temple, after not to smear or smudge any of the make-up that she'd placed on him. She listened to the Joker, a smile coming up on those lips. She let out a small chuckle, she got it or at least got a different meaning. Feeling him take her scent, she pondered what she smelt like at least now. Frosting obviously, she hadn't at a lot of time to remove that from herself, then some other kind of alluring scent. It was the downfall of having a female sidekick, she would never stop taking care of herself, because she wasn't just a sidekick. She was his lady, she couldn't pull off the same smell he could. "No." She whispered to him softly, sweetly almost. "I thought it was funny." Slow in her speech and movements she was trying to get him to at least relax, if not maybe rest, she didn't expect Batman to be Johnny on the spot.

For once in several days, even weeks, he felt some sort of euphoria come over him. He remained rigid, but even in that curled up and defensive state he still felt a sort of peace there. Nothing was said after that, despite her chuckle. Unsure if it was a sympathetic laugh or genuine mirth, it didn't matter much to him at the time. Joker's eyes tried to remain close, but they would occasional burst to life before dreary crashes back down to a closed state. He could have stayed like this now, despite all that turmoil around him. Gone was his chaotic thoughts, pushed back some unseen force. He had only Harley here to weigh him down, and it soothed him greatly. Even offering one of those lanky arms to go around her, feeling the delicate push of that finger that would only serve to lull him more. Shifting his head against her, a look coming up towards that woman above him. Taking in that face he had made, he had created, he'd say nothing. A strange look on his face suddenly at what was taking place, there was a method to his madness now as he spoke to her. "Hey kiddo, I think I'm crazy for--" It was cut off in mid sentence. It was clear he wasn't looking at her, he wasn't even trying to hide it at this point.

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a/n; i do fully support the idea that The Joker truly does love Harley and that he actually needs her. For the storyline I have this only happens or he only shows it when he's not slept in a while.

this was supposed to be something like that. i really do like the softness of this one.

the story below is from an rp session Matt&I did, it was kind of a cute tender moment.

because of the rp above he's actually now looking to see if people are commenting. comments are love, they fuel my creativity and his ego.
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