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Fearless Part 9

Story Title: Fearless Part Nine
Summary: That's the thing about fish and visitors...
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: Joker/Harley Quinn/Desdemona/Johnathan Crane
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be too busy fucking to write my name...
Author Notes: I am overwhealmed at the response to my previous work, thank you!

The restaurant was warmly lit, and loud, making for intimacy at the table. In the air were dozens of conversation, many swapped opinions about politics, crime on the streets, and of course, money. Crane poured the wine as Desi looked around at the patrons, a queer smirk on her face.

"It was nice seeing Harvey, wasn't it? He isn't so bad, and the duality of psyche is, well..." Crane set the bottle down, and gestured with a sort of muted jazz hands, "fascinating." Desi stared, breathing slowly. Crane looked at her, concerned.

"Desi?" he asked, "Are you alright?" Desi blinked a few times, noticing his gaze. "Oh, I'm sorry. What were you saying?" she asked. Crane placed a reassuring hand over hers. "Nothing." he said, "What's on your mind?" Desi took a sip of the wine, and laid her napkin across her lap.

Still looking out across the restaurant, Desi asked quietly, "Do you ever think of having a normal life?" She looked at Crane, "I mean someday, maybe." Crane looked over the menu at her, "We do have a normal life." he said smugly. Desi shrugged, "I mean, what do you want to do years from now. This works now, but what about when we're older?"

Crane lowered the menu, smirking. "You really don't feel well, do you?" he asked humorously. "To answer your question, I think its counterproductive to imagine that there is a standard with which people should live their lives. You were once of that standard, were you happy?"

Desi thought for a moment. "Not really." she answered sheepishly. Crane threw his napkin onto the table and stood up. He stepped to her side and extended his hand to her, "Dance with me?" he asked. Desi looked around, "There's no music, we're in the middle of a restaurant." Crane looked into her eyes, "I hear music. Please."

Desi laid her on the table and stood, allowing Crane to take her in his arms. He slowly began to turn them around in a small circle beside the table. "This is the only life I want to live. Right here, in this moment, with you. So, are you, right now, happy?" he asked. Desi rested her head against his shoulder, nodding. Crane continued to sway with her, "Then who cares about normal?"

Desi looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I've just had a rough week." Crane brushed her tears away with his thumbs as he took her face in his hands. "I know. I know you have. But you know, we can do anything we want, you and I. You still have seventeen million dollars. We could go away together and wash everything about this city off of us."

Desi's tears continued and Crane leaned down kiss her. She held to him, and they stood by the table, kissing passionately until the waiter come for their order. Many couples looked on happily as he caressed her hair and she clung to him. They separated, and Desi wiped her eyes, "I must be a mess." she said smiling.

"Always." Crane said sweetly, "Best thing about you." He brushed her cheek as he pulled her chair for her. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired." Desi said as she sat. Crane returned to his side, standing beside his chair. "Do you want to go?" he asked concerned. Desi shook her head, taking another sip of wine. "No, I want to stay."

Desi was asleep before they reached home, and Crane watched the streetlights streak across her beautiful face. He smiled, secretly enjoying her current overtired state. He focused on the road, happy to note the rain having stopped at long last.

He arrived at home, and Desi stirred awake. She walked sleepily along the path to the door. "Let's put you to bed, ok?" Crane pulled the pin from her hair, letting it fall cross her shoulders as she walked toward their bedroom. Desi reached the bed, and Crane unzipped her dress, pulling it from her shoulders and letting her step out of it.

He threw it over his arm as Desi laid face down on the bed, exhausted. Crane removed her shoes, and rubbed her feet before unbuttoning her garters and lowering her stockings. He pulled the duvet over her and touched her head lightly before returning to his work.

Johnathan sat, working on a new formula when there was a knock at the door. Curiously, he rose and walked to the door, opening it to reveal an exhausted and makeup-less Joker. "That woman took every one of my engines." he said, shaking his head as he walked past Crane.

"Yes, come in." Crane said sardonically, closing the door. "Where is the little bitch?" he asked laughingly. Crane looked hard at him, "Um, Desdemona is sleeping." Joker walked into the kitchen, looking into the fridge, before closing it bemusedly. Crane watched as he made rounds, taking silent inspection of the home.

"So this is the place you bought her?" Joker asked, still looking about. Crane clutched his own hands as Joker continued, "It's not bad." Joker cut an eye to Crane, "You understand I'm...particular to who it is that gets my girl." Crane nodded with great exaggeration, "Yes, after throwing her off a building, I can totally see that."

Both men stared at each other for several minutes. "Do you even want to know how she is?" Crane asked. Joker clicked his tongue, "Why not?" Crane's expression fell, "She's been sick since she was shot at your last outing." Joker stood expressionless, "She dying?" he asked.

"No, she's almost better." Crane said, matter-of-fact. The Joker shrugged, "Then what's the big deal? I do want to thank you picking her up for me." Joker said flippantly, "One less thing for me to do. I'm a busy man, you know." Crane made fists, but swallowed hard and said calmly, "I did it because I love her."

Joker grinned, "Yeah, I know. She rushed right over to tell me." Crane's expression gave his ignorance away, and Joker continued, "She hopped right on my bed to tell me. You didn't know?" Joker walked across the room to him, wagging his eyebrows at him. "Don't worry, we didn't do anything. You trust me, don't you?"

The boys stared hard at one another when from above them they heard a soft moan. "Hear a lot of those, do you?" Joker asked suggestively. From above them, Desi called out "J, is that you?" The Joker looked smugly at Crane, "Nope, it's Johnathan. I had an 'awesome' transfusion."

Desi squealed loudly, and hopped out of bed. She took the stairs with reckless abandon, and tackled the Joker. Hugging tightly to him, her eyes closed for several minutes. "Johnathan, why didn't you wake me?" she asked. Before he could answer, she walked quickly to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

After several minutes, she returned with her robe on. "Are you still feeling sick?" Crane asked. Desi smiled, "No, I actually feel much better. It must be the French food or the excitement." She looked at Joker, her face afright, "What are you wearing?" she asked.

Joker looked at the jumper. "Arkham was no sense of style." Desi smiled, "Well, I do, and I also have a spare suit..." she sang as she turned to the supply closet. She returned moments later with a suit bag. "Go get yourself a shower, and we'll see you in a few."

Joker went to the bathroom as Desi turned smiling to Johnathan, who looked at her unbelievably. "What?" she asked. Crane blinked at her, "We have his clothing here?" he asked. Desi eyes darted around, looking for the disconnect. "Yeah, and it sure looks like a good idea now, huh?"

Crane stammered, "It doesn't seem a bit inappropriate to you for his stuff to be here?" Desi replied, "His stuff isn't." The bathroom door opened and Joker called out, "Makeup?" Desi didn't break her look at Crane as she replied, "Second drawer on your right."

Crane rolled his eyes, bringing them back to her. "It's nothing, a partner thing at most." Desi walked to the kitchen, pulling crackers from the pantry. "Are you telling me that there is a suit of mine at his place." Crane commented. Desi chewed slowly. "No. Why would you need that?"

Desi studied his expression and rounded the turnstile to approach him. "You don't do crazy impulsive things. You're for all that." Crane looked down at her. "Besides, I only had the one, and now it's on him, ok?" Desi hugged him, "Don't be mad at me. Please." she said.

The bathroom door opened and Joker stepped out in all his glory. He looked at the couple and licking his lips as he announced, "So, what're we gonna do to Moroni?" Desi pulled from Crane and went to get dressed. "Actually, I don't think Moroni was behind it." she announced from above them, "I went through the restaurant, and I think he was a patsy. Seemed like Gambol's operation to me."

Joker's eyes darted around, "You'd think he learn." he mumbled. Desi left the staircase in her pleated short skirt and turtleneck. Her bare feet literally bounced as she all but skipped back to the boys. Crane smiled, "Excited?" he asked. Desi giggled, anxious to get back to work.

"Are you getting fat?" the Joker asked mockingly, "Even your feet look bigger, and they're huge to begin with." The Joker shook his head, laughing at her. Desi stared wide-eyed at him. "You shut your whore mouth." She ordered, rubbing her midsection, "I am not getting fat." The Joker shrugged, laughing to himself.

"So what are we gonna do?" Desi asked, joining the Joker at the turnstile. Joker clutched his chin, "It's gotta be good. Something no one would mistake wasn't us." They sat thinking quietly for several minutes. Crane cleared his throat from his desk.

"I have an idea." he offered. Desi turned to him, interested. Crane motioned up to the chandelier of ropes and pulleys above their heads. Desi smiled wide, extending her hand to invite him over to them.

As Crane stood, Desi happily commented, "Torture, murder, and destruction. So good to be back in the saddle." Crane joined them, explaining his plan in vivid detail. Desi gasped excitedly, and the Joker laughed maniacally at each point. They agreed on the plan, and Desi bounced as she exclaimed, "My two favorite men in the world working with me, I could cry. This is going to be great!"

Fearless Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

If you're lost, check out the first story, "What a Little Moonlight Can Do"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

...And it's sequel, "Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone)"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

These can now be found on Adult Fan!
Tags: featuring: the joker, genre: movieverse, rating: pg-13
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