Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a writer who didn't own DC. That would be me. And probably you too, but it doesn't rhyme so well.
Author's Note: This is one in a string of drabbles branching off the premise that Dr. Quinzel worked with another theme criminal before Joker. This scene would be after she's gone rogue.
Harley is used to sounds of laughter. Joker does it naturally, whenever the urge strikes him. It's enticing.
But each time Jonathan laughs with her holds different connotations. By now she's caught angry, ironic, sardonic, and elated. Even so…hearing him break out during a moment of intimacy is terrifying in ways J hasn't quite managed yet.
It rings hollow between their ribs. It rattles from his body into hers like the bones of a dead thing—so far past hope for recovery that there isn't even despair left. Harley Quinn wants to cry, but instead just exhales and moves closer.