"Oh Harley would you be a dear and pass me the mini hand grenade launcher

I'm gonna blast this suckers head clean off of his shoulders heh". "Sure thing pudding, I could've sworn you said earlier that you've killed enough people already tonight, remember when you blew up that soccer stadium full of people just an hour ago? ". Joker only glared at her.

" Harley.. You know better that one thousand citizen deaths isn't enough. "But-"

Just hand over my gun and make it snappy."

"Sure thing boss," Harley Quinn saluted. She unhooked her

handbag from her shoulders and rummaged through its contents before blindly handing something to him.

Joker stepped in front of the man, blocking the only escape route in the cold lonely alley way.

"Tonight's your big night.. you get to go out with a big bang my friend,

with a very special goodbye from this lethal. deadly. hand grenade launcher!."

The young man looked terrified until he saw what Joker actually pointed at him. "

A banana?, that's not even remotely scary clown, gee and to think that your Gotham's number one villain".

He sped off as fast as his legs could carry him Just before Joker could kill him some other way.

Now with no victim to focus on Joker turned his full furious attention to his hench girl. Harley grinned sheepishly at him realising now her terrible mistake.

She found herself then being hauled back to the hideout by the ears of her black and red jester cap. "I am so in the doghouse now". She muttered to herself in spite of the pain of her blonde hair being yanked from under the fabric. She wanted to slap herself silly for this third idiotic error

First she trips the fire alarm while in the middle of a bank heist.

Second, she cracks the the rear view mirror of the car after only trying to adjust it, which

earns her a broken nose from Jokers fist and finally third, she gives Joker a

frigging piece of fruit, thinking she gave him his most trusted weapon.

Harley got so deep into thought she hadn't even seen yet that she already stood in the back at the hideout. Her flashbacks of guilt abruptly then interrupted

by the sounds of brazen shouting. Joker just couldn't hold in his rage any longer.

"HARLEY!", hearing her own name being screeched like that always chilled her cold with dread.

She dared to spin around, hearing deep heavy breathing getting closer and closer. Joker came stomping at her.

"Y-you gave a the banana, when I told you loud and clear to hand me the grenade launcher

You stupid thoughtless incompetent complete utter joke of a Hench girl!."

A tiny squeak came from Harley's throat.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I made an honest mistake please calm down pudding." Harley Quinn begged, wide eyed and sweating profusely.

Joker's blazing green eyes were locked onto her like a loaded up tommy

gun about ready to fire out dozens of lethal bullets Harley knew Joker could do way more then just give her

a mere spanking he could very well murder her

senselessly if he chose to and there was even a chance it could happen today.

"Pudding please there's no need to be angry about that."

Joker grinded his clenched teeth together so hard

there was a possibility his teeth would crack.

"Angry?.. Ohh I'll give you Angry!", he snarled, rearing back his arm.

Harley brought her hands up to her face to protect herself. Joker tightly clenched his fist to do extra damage.

With terrifying speed a flash of a white fist smashed into her vulnerable soft face,

the force of the punch throwing her to the ground.

Harley sobbed in the pain not just from her face but in her heart too she kept her

eyes to the floor refusing to look at Jokers cruel eyes.

Joker cracked his knuckles, preparing to do it again.

Harley had disobeyed him therefore the little minx needed to be punished.

3 more rounds later of hoisting Harley up on her feet and slugging her delicate face

and once he was finished he simply dropped her like a rag doll.

Harley winced, now weak and injured but not fatally. Joker stared down at her

his pale face lacked any sort of remorse. During rough times

like this Harley normally would've ran off into her room, sobbing and crying loudly

or submitting to Joker and doing what ever he tells her to do. Not this time.

She raised from the floor, got to her feet and faced him.

Her bruised eyes held a slight hint of bravery.

Despite them being filled with stinging tears and aching painfully Enough was enough.

"I thought you cared for and that you loved me and never meant to hurt me

but now I see that its not true". "What are you trying to get at here?".

Your nothing but the sick twisted evil monster everyone in Gotham says you are, that manipulates, kills and tortures.. all to satisfy your hunger for mayhem ," she said, her tone soft and calm.

For a moment Jokers face remained with the same unremorseful

expression, seconds later however a cruel smirk emerged. How very amusing,

Harley's actually standing up to him.

"Oh Harley do you realize how gutless you just sounded, every time I've slapped you about

you've said that kind of rot and yet despite that what do you do?, you come crawling back to me every single time

begging for my love and forgiveness". To Harley those words were likened to utensils

being scraped on a ceramic plate. scratchy and ear splitting."Well.. Not this time I won't!".

With a grunt Harley turned tail and ran into her room, slamming

and locking the door behind her to keep Joker out. "Harley! You open this door right this instant!". Bits of Wood chipped and splintered under his trembling fists, bashing on the door and jiggling the handle. Behind the safety and comfort of the room

Harley cringed in silemce, hearing the dreadful noises it sounded as if Joker

could rip the door right off from its hinges. She did her best to ignore it despite that ever growing dread he could barge his way right in through the door and kill her on the spot.

Every bitter little word Joker said to her before.. It was a painful reminder of so many years of being with him

She figured out finally how miserable she truly felt living with Joker. Harley glanced over

to her bedside table absent mindedly and spotted something there she had stolen quite long ago from now, about 6 years ago. That something could replace her Jokers abusive controlling nature

with a completely different nature.. That and something more on a physical scale. All was quiet and peaceful outside the room now meaning Joker had at least given up

his attempts to break in. "Oh yeah I forgot me and the jerk ass clown stole this". She said picking it up,

blowing off some of the dust. Harley began smiling in a devious way, not much

differently really to one of Jokers infamous grins. "I know exactly who's I'm going to test this little puppy on."

Joker raised one of his green brows when the door to the bedroom began to creak open after what seemed like an eternity Was Harley ready for more?. She stepped out then carefully and quietly, something was hiding behind her back, "Ready for me to do another round of practise beatings on your small face my dear?,."

"No but I do need to tell you something Mister J".

Joker folded his arms across his chest he could not believe Harley

had recovered so fast from all the punches she endured from him.

"Whatever it is I don't care one bit Harley now stick your head up so I can deliver a real good one to your neck I might even paralyse it if I get lucky. "You can do whatever you want to me if you just let me have a say for once".

"Wha-whatever I want?, you mean you'll allow me to twist your arms and legs the other way around

and force you to pull your own teeth out?".

Harley shuddered at that image in her head, he's a monster inside and out.

"Yes pudding even something fucked up like that". Good thing the Joker could not see through her lies. "Oh ho ho goody I'll have to get my camera okay.. Spit out now".

Harley breathed in deeply in and out from her nose.

"Okay, do you remember we used to have two beautiful hyenas.. Bud and Lou?".

"Yes.. I remember them who can forget such ugly snaggly toothed faced faces?", Joker chortled.

Harley tightened her grip on her hidden weapon.

"Well I always found them to be cute as puppies speaking of which, ever that tuna munching cobble pot villain

shot and stuffed them for his stupid museum I've been thinking of getting a dog."

Joker rolled his eyes, he thought of Bud and Lou her two hyenas as nothing more then

slobbering pooping giggling machines. And that's not all, he got nasty little fleas from them they got drool all over his favorite suits and when Harley wasn't around he had to be the one to give them walks

Having a dog around would be pretty much the same charade. He set his hands on the sides of his hips.

"Well that's just too bad pooh because were not getting a dumb dog, not even if you got down on your hands and knees and begged for me like one, it ain't gonna happen no no no zip zero zilch nada got it".

Harley stood her ground still, she had a funny feeling that's

what he would say. "Oh ho-ho I am getting a dog Mister J and if I can't just buy one from the pet store,

a decent breeder or even the local shelter I'll just have to make one myself", she said confidently.

Joker couldn't believe this. How dare she talk back to me like this

I'm her boss and ruler, she doesn't get to make the decisions.

"And just what makes you think your going to do that hmm?, I can't see you

being able to give birth to your own stinking mutt". "Oh I can show you.. Right now!," Harley Quinn then

pulled out from behind her what seemed to be a grey and purple Ray gun.

Joker did not even flinch. "Oh so that's it your going to put a bullet in my brain and then replace me with a flea bitten cur, That's lame even for you".

"Well.. not exactly Mister J, this is a different kind of gun to the lethal ones your used to".

"Harley.. I'm seriously going to take that gun from you and

shove it up your nose but first do tell me where you found it".

"I got it or rather we got it from a laboratory, I've heard it's useful

to use on men who don't respect their partners I'll give it a demonstration right now.. on you pudding". Harley replied back pointing the gun at him. There's no way Joker would just let her use him as a test subject

and get off Scott free, he took a step forward to take it from her. "Harley when I take that thing out of your hands

your going to wish you never came out of that room". He wanted to straight up kill Harley when he took it from her

but he had no such chance because Harley Quinn pulled the trigger then from between her fingers.

"After I'm finished with digging your own grave

I'm going to go and find myself a new Harley hopefully a more loyal one too". Yeah right.. Like Harley

would allow that. "No, bad mister J!".

A dart from the gun fired from the barrel.. Right into the middle region of his neck.

"OOW!," yelled out Joker stumbling back feeling the sharp shooting pains.

With a yank he ripped out the pointy ended object from the flesh

and looked down at it before throwing it over his shoulder.

Every nuance of rage and unspeakable lava hot hate settled inside before

erupted from Joker like the worlds most powerful volcano.

His white face steamed so red hot it looked like it could

give you a 3rd degree burn with one touch.

"You- you are so dead!". Joker roared and bellowed, leaping forward to annihilate Harley

with only his bare hands

Harley trembled for a moment at this heart stopping sight.

then at once remembering the dart in his neck before

she stood up tall.

"Sit!". The clown prince of crime abruptly froze still in the action of preparing

to strangle Harley to death. He felt his bottom being dragged by an invincible force

downwards towards the ground.

"What the hell did I do that for?" Joker questioned himself as he

could see now he was sitting on the floor with his hands splayed out in front of him.

More then anything he resembled a dog that had just been given a command.

"This is not funny". Harley Quinn smiled with overwhelming delight.

The man she had put up with

for many many years had just obeyed her for once instead

of the other way around. "Uh oh guess who's in the dog

house now heh heh".

Jokers could not find any strength or source of will power to get

out of this sitting position, that dart more then likely might have had something to do with this.

"Harley as much as I want you dead and mounted to my wall.. will you kindly explain to me right now..

WHY I'M SITTING ON THE FLOOR lIKE AN IDIOT!?.

"Of course I'll explain Mister J but only because your being such a good boy doing that for me".

He felt stunned then furious as he gaped at his legs still planted to the ground.

How dare she talk to him like that, like a pet or something.

"Don't call your boy I don't belong to you!", he

yelled. "You still want me to tell you what's going on ?".

"Yes, cut the crrrap and tell me". "Okay..

here's the thing Mister J for all the years we've known each other

I've wanted you to be kind and caring to me but you never were therefore I'm now gonna make you kind

and caring myself the only way I can... By force".

"And just how do you think you are gonna accomplish something ridiculous like that?", Joker shot back.

"Changing you into a dog". Jokers eyes widened, the word

sweet and dog echoed in the tiny crevices of his mind it all made sense now to him.. Harley's simply

trying to get back at him for what he did to her.

"Oh I see now what's going on here, your punishing

me for mistreating you by forcing me to behave like I'm your loyal dog is that it?".

Joker said in a condescending tone getting to his feet.

Harley grinned. "Staaay Mister J".

Joker again listened to her command

likely due to the instincts of a dog wiring through his brain and so he stayed put, keeping his feet glued to the did not think things could get much worse.

Feeling something wrong with his skin Joker's attention focused then at the surfaces of his hands.

it was so itchy there. As though millions of tiny insects were crawling under there

just beneath, biting and nipping his tender flesh under the soft fabric of his gloves.

Tearing them off quickly he found the source of the unbearable itchiness, copious amounts of bristly white hairs, protruding from the pores of his skin.

Any other person would freak out at this sight.

The Joker however due to being insane still wasn't convinced, he was

quick to think that these hairs were phoney fake ones. "This is a bad joke right these hairs are fabric aren't they!",

He picked them out, examining three of them, feeling the smoothness of the soft strands between his fingers.

"It's not a joke pudding and the hairs aren't phoney", Harley said.

Bending down she glanced at his feet. She knelt down to pull off his black dress shoes

and his white socks from his feet till they were bare. Like tossing away some worthless garbage.

She threw them both to the floor with a gentle thud. Joker got annoyed at her doing that.

"How dare you, those shoes

and socks of mine aren't like trash you can just throw away". "They are now".

He groaned with resentment. His ears were picking up the harsh grating of crackling bones

from in his left foot, popping and crunching, changing

the shapes of his two feet. Seeing this happening spoke more to him then words ever could.

Joker let out a piercing yell of shock as realisation with the force of a course slap hit him hard.

"So Harley told the truth, I am indeed going to become a dumb dog",

He would never get out of this, it was now official. Joker's going to become a dog and be Harley's pet.

No more causing mass chaos destruction, genocide or deaths no more going head to toe with batman

which he would hate the most, considering how much he enjoyed tussling with the big guano head.

On the plus side, there would be no more stays at Arkham asylum which would be at least one positive thing from being a dog

Joker could not stand the guards that were in charge of his cell they were the true embodiment of unfunny.

He wouldn't be eating the proper way no more and especially not using utensils, cups and glasses.

Instead of a fine tall glass of red wine or a nice hot cup of coffee

he'd just be slurping up plain old boring water. And as for eating food, Cold disgusting slop poured into a steel bowl

on the filthy ground would be the only thing on the menu with maybe the occasional piece of steak or chicken.

What about using his Joker toxin on people still? no way, he'd be fetching Lichen covered sticks

for Harley as a hobby instead. Not to mention Harley would force him to wear a leash and collar

when out of the hideout. But the worst life change of all would be having to go to the bathroom in public

He shuddered at just the mere thought of it. "Pissing on a tree is so degrading".

Black puffy looking blotches were soon bloating to life out through his pale feet, merging themselves together to form one large heart shape,

under his toes little ones were forming too.

One shocking look at that left him with no doubt they were dog paw pads.

"Awww look at your little paws". Harley cooed, prodding and poking them to feel their bumpy texture.

Joker growled bitterly looking at what had become of his feet His dark green toe nails

darkening and elongating to into these dirty black claws. He cursed Harley with even dirtier

words best not said under his breath for doing this to him.

"You won't effing hate me though when your fully a dog you'll love me and want to be with me all the time", she said holding his hand as it was shifting into a paw.

Joker smacked her hand away, baring his teeth.

"I'll neverrrrraaarrrr love ARF! you! you can grrrrrr burn in hell!".

Harley frowned at seeing her pet being stubborn, no problem she could fix that easily,

"Bad dog no yelling". She snapped, hoisting up a newspaper over his head, ready to hit him with it.

The impact of its thick papery surface making hard contact with his scalp

caused Joker quite a bit of pain he let out a yelp,

very reminiscent of a injured dog. Harley feeling a teensy bit of sympathy for Joker

rubbed his head as his ears which had little pointed tips

slid up higher on his head. "Oh so I'm sorry my boy but I did it for your own good," she said as she continued stroking his soft green hair gently as his instincts were becoming more like that of a canine.

That feels so nice- wait what am I thinking?.

Joker did not like this,

not one bit.

He was having difficulty fighting off the new dog urges,

losing a bit of self control when he let his tongue slide out from behind his yellow teeth.

Creamy fur had began to sprout all over his face, cheeks,

and chin there was even some sticking out from his forehead.

"Oh my with all that facial fur

you look like a yeti".

'Shut- ARF! up".

Joker frantically scratched at all the areas the hair was growing from

as if that would remove all them.

As if he was enormously itchy from all of it sticking out of his flesh. His eyes drifted down

and got just the slightest glimpse of what was happening to his tongue as his breathing was fast and loud.

Having seen plenty of dogs around Gotham city he knew exactly what he was doing, panting.

He slurped it quickly back in like one would do with a strand of spaghetti as his face flushed beetroot red with embarrassment.

Joker still found it hard to take in that becoming a dog would be his fate.

"This is RARF-really happening I'm gonna become a ARF!-dog what a joke on me!".

"Yes you are Mister J" Harley nodded.

Harley wondered what breed of dog her pudding would turn into.

Any complaints Joker tried to make now were now being drowned by dog barks.

Joker fought to keep his tongue in his mouth where it belonged. "come on pudding just let your tongue out,

I don't see any point in fighting it when your gonna be a dog anyway."

No, no don-don't, fight it fight it you idiot don't become a dog like she wants

keep your hideous new tongue in your mouth where it belongs. Joker grabbed a hold of the long floppy pink muscle with one hand

and tried in vain to shove it back into his quivering mouth when it threatened to spill out.

A hopeless move it was though. The tongue only fell right out again,

too large now to even fit in between his teeth.

"I see your trying to resist the changes". Harley sighed taking a dog biscuit out from her pocket, she gave a piercing whistle

then to get his attention.

Joker lifted up his head, hearing the sound... Then he saw the tasty looking treat grasped in Harley's hand.

Taking his eyes off it proved to be hard. Harley flashed a smile.

Jokers nose was turning black wet, and leathery.

His tongue drooped down over his teeth

and again he panted, this time at the thought of eating that tasty looking dog biscuit."Aww you look so cute".

Harley Quinn laughed in delight at the sight of her pudding behaving like a dog.

In one part of his mind Joker wanted to die of humiliation but the other side being the stronger dog consciousness

just told him to suck it up and accept panting with the tongue out as being normal canine behaviour which it was most of the time.

"You want this treat Mister J you want it?," Harley said waving it excitedly in front of his quivering doggy nose.

"RARF! pant-pant Yeah-Yeah I want it I want the treat", Joker barked out as his new flatter tongue grew inches longer till the thing lolled down past his shrinking chin.

Joker didn't even seem to care about all the extra saliva building up

inside of his wet mouth. Especially since this gave him almost instant relief

from the toasty fur enveloping every other area of his outer body.

Harley tossed the treat forward to him. The rapidly changing villain snapped from it out of the air

crunching and chewing it up with his teeth.

The meaty flavouring of the dog biscuit was delicious, he licked at his lips moistening them with the saliva from his tongue.

Joker however gained control of himself again fast when he realized what he had just done.

"Oh no.. did I seriously just eat a revolting dog treat!?".

Joker shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see anymore changes,

His four canine teeth shifted about in their gum sockets.

growing long, sharp and pointy. His trademark slicked back mop of deep green hair loosened. strand by strand of it falling out in clumps from his scalp, his nostrils were filled with the dank aromas of dust, dirt and other things. These strong scents made him choke just about.

Harley could see the frontal region of his face bulging and throbbing it was stretching itself out, lengthening into a long curved Roman snout.

one look at his long football shape muzzle from Harley and it finally clicked in her head

what kind of dog he would be.

"A bull terrier?, Wasnt expecting that to be the breed of dog you'd become".

Joker opened his eyes and leered at her,

the green in them fading away to a brown shade now. A thin white tail that before was nothing more then a stretching lump

finally burst through his pants.

Harley Quinn squealed with glee. His transformation was finally finished.

The Joker had vanished in his place now stood a white coat bull terrier

wearing a purple suit on much too big for his smaller body.

"Aww you want me to take that off you?" Harley cooed bending down to the canines eye level.

The dog gave a small growl and ripped the suit apart with his new sharp teeth to get the clothing off himself.

He did not need Harley's or anyone's help.

"Okay never mind". Harley backed off, not wanting

to get too close to his mouth Joker craned his stockier neck to stare up at Harley

and bared his teeth at her he wanted nothing more then to tear her to pieces and

find a way to get back to his former body. Joker looked down at his creamy paws then up to Harley with

fury for turning him into a flea bitten mutt. Sensing the dog didn't want to

make friends with her yet Harley left the room. Joker had never felt more livid with her in his whole lifetime.

Now that the dog stood alone in the uncleaned living room

he went deep into thought, resting his head and snout on his paws.

I hate that jester hatted bitch with a burning passion- wait do I.. no I don't

what a ridiculous thought for a dog like myself, that woman is my owner and I'm her pet.

And completely dependent on her, for food, love and shelter, Joker couldn't forget

something important like that. Later on Harley

returned to the room, holding something for her new pet. The dog panted and wagged his thin tail

When he saw her coming over to him, his brown triangle shape

eyes shining brightly with carefully clipped the collar on

around the dogs neck then." I've already chosen what your new name will be".

The bull terrier gave her a happy bark, It was his only reply she got back from him.

On the middle of the silvery tag of his collar

written in bold green letters

read out the name..

Joker.