11 | hate

(ver) feel intense dislike for

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                    "What?" I managed to finally breath it out. "I dont belong to you. I am not yours." I said, I felt anger bolting through me.

"I think it is too late for me to ... change my decision, Harley." He winked at the end, his face close to mine and he bursted out laughing after a moment of studying my face.

Burning rage hissed through my body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off me like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed like, engulfing my moralities and destroying the boundaries of loyalty.

"Don't call me Harley. Its Harleen." I pointed my finger at him, poking his chest while I hissed the words out of my gritted teeth.

He bursted out laughing again, flipping his head back, his mouth wide open for the whole world to see. Then, he narrowed his icy blues towards me, his fingers lifting up my chin. "Tell me ... that you don't like it."

"Like what? The nickname you got for me? I hate it." I said, spitting every word with anger seeping from my tone. He gave me a wide smile, his teeth showing and it just fuelled my anger furthermore.

"No no no." He waved his finger in front of my face. "I dont care if you hate it, I will call you however I wish and lets see if any one can stop me." He breathed out, his voice having the erotic breathy tone.

"I meant that day, where I had you close to me, my lips inches from you, tell me that you hate it." He said, daring me to utter those words, his lips inchew from mine, and his fingers were tracing my bottom lip, I shivered.

"I hate it." I muttered out, my eyes staring into his.

His body trembled with laughter. He had a laugh like glass shattering: sharp, brief, and sudden, crashing to a halt. He had a crooked little laugh to match his crooked little smile--and his crooked little mind. I remained silent, waiting for his reply.

"Ha ha. It didnt affect you a tiny little bit?" He mocked me, the twisted smile still on his face. "You pretended to be sick and didnt come here for two days, you darent look at me when you stood there just a few itsy bitsy minutes ago, it affected you Harleen, it affected you in ways you thought were not possible." He breathed out, placing his hand with the mouth tattoo over my mouth. He let out a sigh. His words were like venom and I took a sharp breath.

"You can tell me you hated it, how many times you want to, but your ... eyes are shouting at me to hold you, to kiss you, to ravish you." He breathed out. I didnt where his hands came from but all of a sudden, I was back in his arms again, his hand circled around my waist, so tightly, I felt pain and my eyes brimmed with tears.

It was not only due to the pain. It was from his words too. Everything. My emotions were scattered all over the place and I didnt know what to feel. Anger. Frustration. Fear. They were all travelling through my veins. I held my tears back and glared hard at his icy blue eyes.

"Like it didnt affect you." I said.

His eyes narrowed hard at me, the blue in his eyes rigid, cold like ice, not wanting to see any emotion.

"You said your name out loud, just to kiss me." I breathed out, smiling darkly at him, feeling smug and pride washed over me.

"Lust." He said.

It can't be just lust and I knew that, he was using that as an excuse.

"Ha ha. It didn't affect you tiny little bit?" I copied his sentence and I could feel his muscles tensing at what I said and the hand of his that circled my waist gripped me tighter. I was sure, a bruise was forming. But, I ignored the pain. I was enjoying this moment too much to care about it now.

"You never told anybody your name before, but, you did to me. Just to kiss me and after I walked away, tricking you, your sweet little love letters had stopped, you refused to eat, you asked the guards to kill you, you banged your forehead on the table until you bleed." I whispered, my mouth right above his lips. I lifted my finger and traced the bandage on his forehead. His hand raised up, holding my wrist from tracing his bandage.

"Tell me, Mr. J. It didn't affect you?" I whispered seductively and moved closer towards his ear. "I had you wrapped around my finger in that moment." I breathed into his ear, and his body tensed, I could feel his heart beat racing, matching my own. Yet, his face didnt show any emotion. It was hard.

With that, I pulled away easily from him, with a smug smile on my face.

I turned my back on him, walking away, when suddenly, I was yanked back, I twirled around and finally hit his hard chest, his hand wrapped around my wrist.

"I have felt many emotions but never the one I feel when you are with me, Dr. Harleen Quinzel. I feel addicted to that feeling. Like a drug." He mocked my name and there was a threat underlying his sentence, a erotic tone came out of his sentence and I stiffened at what he said.

"You," He paused, his fingers lifitng up my chin to look at him more deeply. "are my new favorite feeling." He whispered.

I shivered from the iciness of his tone. I couldn't find my voice. I felt my cheeks flushed hot, and my stomach was heavy. My heart pounded in my throat, threatening to break out. My eyes stayed locked on him. How many love songs had I heard that said, "He takes my breath away"? Now that line made a lot sense. My body numbed as he laughed.

He flipped his head back and laughed widly. It was a cruel mocking laugh. He suddenly doubled himself up and burst into a loud harsh cackle of laughter. He was in a sort of hysterics. He laughed like he had never laughed before.

He never fails to surprise me. I never thought that we would have a conversation like this when I came here. I thought that he would be angry and shout at me for leaving him, or I will probably say sorry and ask for his forgiveness, or we would just ignore the topic in whole.

But, this. I never expected it.

I mean, its the Joker we are talking about.

You can never expect from him.

How he manages to do this, I have no idea. I realised and came to a conclusion that there is something going on between me and him. Something only we could understand. Something no one else can understand.

In that moment as I watched him doubling over with laughter, I also realised that there is something that he is doing to me. He was the only man I could ever admire. I'm well and truly smitten with that guy with the green hair laughing his way into the future.

And, the worst part is that,

I love it.

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