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Sunshine Part 10

Story Title: Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone) Part X
Summary: They collide.
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: The Joker/Harley Quinn/Desdemona/Johnathan Crane
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't believe anyone owns the Joker. Joker for all! But I bet DC comics and Warner Bros. might disagree.
Author Notes: A HUGE thanks to jokerluv for her help and inspiration! You really should the "Moonlight" series for this to make sense. Comments are teh awesome!

A gentle breeze swept across Harley's neck and her whole body shivered. It had been a rough night, and the fear that had overtaken her hours before was just starting to subside. She laid there as another gust brushed her shoulders, and she realized that no one had opened the window.

Suddenly afraid, she turned to see the widow open. The Joker stood outside it on the fire escape, his coat blowing in the wind. Harlene turned to face him, excitement in her eyes. He continued to stand there, looking in on her. After a few minutes of her eyes pleading with him to enter, he stepped through the window and approached her.

"Harley Quinn. What have they done to my Harley Quinn?" he asked, examining her bandages and taking stock of the damage. "Your Harley, that's right Mr. J." she said, her voice scratchy, "I tried telling her that, but she wouldn't listen." The Joker stroked her hair, drawing the needed information from her. "Sh-sh, just now." He said silkily, "You just tell Mr. J about what you remember."

Harley searched her mind, hoping for anything which would please the Joker. "She had really nice clothes on." she offered, "Like yours, kind of. There was a slip underneath which looked real pricey." Joker's eyes wandered up as he realized she was still getting her clothes made at Dolce V.

"That's good, Harley." he praised, "Now don't you worry, I'm gonna take real good care of you, just as soon as I take care of the people who did this to you." He looked her over, making sure to have her attention, "Until then, I need you to be real vague if anyone asks you anything. We can't have the cops getting to her first." he instructed.

"Whatever you say, puddin'." Harley said, as the Joker stifled a cringe at the nomenclature. "I hope you get her, she scared the Hell outta me." Harley continued, snuggling in her blanket, "That girl is crazy, and I oughtta know." The Joker patted her on the head, "Don't worry, if it's one thing I know how to handle, it's crazy."


Desi moaned softly, stretching herself awake. To her amazement, she was rested against the shoulder of Jonathan Crane, who dozed lightly beside her. Desi rubbed her eyes, remembering how she stretched out to talk after supper. She didn't remember anything after that, and closed her eyes while she rolled her neck back and forth.

As she stirred, Crane slowly opened his eyes. He watched quietly as Desi stretched. "Morning." he said, gently touching stray strands of her hair. Desi turned to him, her eyes still heavy. "Yes it is." she replied. She sat up, reached for the remote, and turned on the news.

Turning around, Desi laid on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed to watch the news. Crane lightly stroked the inside of her calves before capturing one of her feet and kneading it absentmindedly. Desi sighed, "That feels nice." she commented, smiling back at him momentarily.

"You have lovely feet." Crane replied. Desi tried in vain to wrestle the foot from him before giving in. "Really? Because I've been told they're kind of big." She bashfully tried to cover one foot with the other, burying them into the comforter.

Crane stood, stretched, and adjusted the waist of his boxers. "They're elegant." He said seriously, placing a kiss at the back of Desi's neck before turning to the bathroom. The faucet came on, but the door remained cracked as the news filled the silence of the room.

"Oh my god." Desi gasped. Crane called from behind the door, "What is it?" Desi threw her feet off the end of the bed, sitting on the edge. "My seedy hotel is burning down." She called back. "Oh?" Crane responded, "That's nice." Desi threw a look to the door before rolling her eyes and returning them to the television.

"Apparently it started late last night, but those old building are so full of asbestos and the like that the fire department have decided to let it burn out." Desi read the scrolling information as the door opened and a freshly shaved Dr. Crane breezed in. "Looks like he found you. Good thing you stayed here last night." he said, throwing a shirt on and fastening the cuffs.

"Moroni must've called him." Desi said, amazed. She stood, threw the robe from her body onto the bed, and stepped into the slip lying on the floor. Pulling it up onto her body, she exclaimed, "Damn it! That means all my clothes are gone again!" Desi paced a small circle at the end of the bed, "That man has ruined more clothing of mine than you can believe."

Crane stood unsympathetic. "Speaking of destroying clothes, you owe me a shirt." He lifted the button-less example, his eyebrows lifted in emphasis. Desi walked over and collected the shirt. She folded it and placed it in the inside pocket of her trench.

She stood watching the fire footage taken the night before, clouds forming in her eyes. Crane watched as she sat slowly on the end of the bed. "What is it?" he asked. Desi swallowed, "It's Joker. It's time we settled this," she said solemnly, turning to him. "I have to meet him tonight."

Crane looked about the room, unsure of what to say. "He gonna kill you." he said. Desi laughed, "Yeah, I know." She stood and walked over to him, "It is what it must be." she offered. He looked at her, "Is it a him thing?" he asked. Desi grinned, her eyes shining, "It's a work thing." She assured him. She left the room without saying goodbye, leaving Crane standing there in silence.

Gordon walked the hall of Gotham memorial quickly. He had been informed that Dr. Quinzel was coming out of the panic state she was in when she had been found, and he wanted answers. The torture didn't fit Scarecrow's profile, but the toxin was definitely his. Could there be an alliance? Gordon wondered as he turned a corner.

He approached the room, slowing his pace as a nurse exited the room. She turned to him, closing the chart in her hands. "How's she doing?" he asked. The nurse sighed as Gordon looked into the room where Harlene rested. "She's stable, but she's been through a lot. Go easy on her, ok?" The nurse looked over glasses, glancing at Gordon. He paused for a moment before opening the door and entering the room.

Harlene lay on her side, both her back and stomach bandaged. Gordon approached the bed, sitting down beside it as he started. "Dr. Quinzel?" he asked, "My name is Jim Gordon, I'm the Commissioner of the Police." He look on as she tried to sit up slowly. Seeing her eyes linger on the pitcher on the bedside, he poured her a cup and handed it to her.

"The pain meds..." she started, "They dry me out." She motioned to the IV beside the bed. She took a sip from the cup slowly, then continued, "Why does the commissioner want to talk to me?" Gordon looked at her confused. "Dr. Quinzel, you do know what happened to you, don't you?" he asked warily.

"Yeah." she answered sadly, "But I mean why the commissioner? Don't you have detectives for this sort of thing?" She set the cup down, wincing as she extended her arm. Gordon reached into his pocket and produced a notepad and pencil, "Actually, I had thought to ask you that."

She looked at him confused. "We recovered a note when we found you. It was to me personally. Might you know know why, or who sent it?" Gordon flipped through his pad as Harlene made a pained face. Extending his finger to the bed rail in emphasis, he empathized, "I know this is hard."

"She looked like him." Harlene whispered, "Except...except makeup. I thought she was gonna kill me." Harlene took a deep, troubled breath. She looked as though she were gonna cry, but no tears came. Gordon waited patiently as she caught her breath.

"You said she looks 'him'?" he asked, "Who do you mean exactly?" Harley looked to him, her eyes wide with fear. "The Joker. She dressed like him, and..." She took a panicked breath, "When she..." Harley hugged her sides and dropped her shoulders. "I've never been so afraid in my whole life."

Gordon stood, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Well, you're safe now." Silence filled the room for a few moments, and Gordon saw that she didn't know anything that might help him. She sobbed silently and Gordon replaced his note pad and pencil. "I'll be in touch, ok? Just try to rest now."

Harley lay on her side, mumbling "She's...Joker..." as she took panicked breaths. Gordon looked pitifully at her before quietly walking out of the room. Harlene heard the door close, a small grin spreading over her face. I did it, Mr. J. She thought, feeling alive and scared at the same time. I did good.

"I told you you'd get used to it after a while." the beautician said. Desi handed her her tip, "Guess my pain threshold has gone up." She gave her a smile, collected the few shirt boxes she had and left the store. Desi loved everything about being waxed: the warmth of the wax going on, the anticipation of the forceful pilling away, but most of all, she loved the feeling of her skin as it rubbed smoothly against itself.

Everything about this flew in the face of the person she was a short time ago. She never would've spend $200 on a day at the salon, or wear custom made clothing, and not just because she lacked the money to. Desi laughed to herself, anonymous in the crowd of Gothamites. Desi the arsonist, Desi the Murderer, Desi the girl beside you at the salon.

She entered Dolce V and handed her things to the coat check. She moved to the membership, where a young woman greeted her warmly. "Welcome to Dolce V. Your name please?" Desi smiles sweetly, "The name is Nozi Mova." She replied, as the lady began searching. There was a beep and the woman replied, "Ah, here are you measurements. If you'll follow me, will set you up in a fitting room. Would you like something to drink while you wait?"

Desi followed her, "Um, no thank you." Desi was lead to a corner dressing room, where she immediately began removing her slip and shoes. The door opened and she handed her slip out to the attendant absentmindedly. "I think this time, I'm going to go with something a little less lift, more padding." She said, grabbing her breasts and examining her cleavage, "This bra is great, but I need something slightly more athletic."

"I think it suits you fine." A familiar voice replied. Desi looked up as the Joker met her neck with his knife. "Hi honey." He said, brushing her hair away he walked her backwards to him. "Now, I'm gonna come right out and say it: I think you have some explaining to do." Joker licked his lips, exhaling in gapped, almost pants or excitement.

"Are you in a dress?" she asked, looking at their reflection. The Joker turned to show more of himself, "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get into Dolce V? It's the sort of place a lady makes routine I've found." He puled her hair, exposing her neck as he drug the knife over it slowly, "Don't you agree?"

"Why don't you just do it then?" Desi asked, "I mean, we're alone, you've got me. Let's get this over with." Joker wrapped his other arm around her waist and puled her against him as he began backing out of the dressing room and into the parlor, "I'm not done with you yet." he replied.

The parlor and check in filled with random screams as they watched the Joker pull Desi through the Lobby to the back exit in her underwear. One of the ladies picked up the phone. The Joker pointed the knife at her, "Ah, ah, ah. Now, I wouldn't do that." he said, "This is just a little lover's quarrel." The clerk looked to Desi in desperation.

"No, he's right." Desi assured her, as she put the phone down. "I will, however, need six of these combos." She continued, pointing to her bra and underwear. The clerk stared at her. "Just wrap them up I guess. You have my measurements." Desi said laughingly. The clerk continued staring.

"Um, what...what colors?" she asked desperately. The Joker pulled her to the door. "Black." He replied maniacally, "All black." He said as he pulled her through the door, laughing hysterically.



Ain't No Sunshine Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

If you're lost, check out the first story, "What a Little Moonlight Can Do"
Final Chapter and links to all previous chapters here
Tags: featuring: harley quinn, featuring: the joker, genre: movieverse, rating: pg-13
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