18 Chapter 18: Blissful Life

Although there was some reluctance when agreeing to Harley Quinn's request, Jekyll , a resolute law-abiding youth who only wanted to live a peaceful life, found himself coerced into becoming the leader of an illegal organization, forced to collaborate with a group of criminals—utterly unjust!

However, after living together with Harley Quinn for some time, Jekyll realized that this option wasn't as terrible as he had imagined. Well, deceiving others might work, but he couldn't deceive himself. After a week, Jekyll had to admit that he had grown fond of this life.

Firstly, the matter Jekyll was most worried about—the issue with the Joker gang hoodlums—was unexpectedly resolved the next day.

"Here's the list of the current members of the Joker gang. They're mostly young kids, so we didn't involve them in previous tasks, along with the contact information of some former Joker gang members. Although most of them didn't answer, and many were the traitors you defeated last time."

Harley handed a brightly decorated notebook to Jekyll, but he disdainfully tossed it back to her without even looking.

"If you're asking for my opinion, my only thought is to burn this thing and let them go back home to find their own moms—"

"OK, as you wish, my little Puddin'."

Harley's face maintained its usual sweet smile as she picked up a lighter from the table and calmly set the list ablaze.

Jekyll stared in shock at Harley's actions until the flames nearly consumed the notebook. Watching Harley casually toss it aside as it approached her hand, she then looked at Jekyll with an inscrutable smile.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? This was your command. I told you, you're the undisputed leader of the Joker gang, and I'll execute any command you give. After this, I'll inform the other members to be expelled, leaving only Dinah and Walker."

Jekyll gathered his thoughts; initially, he thought he would be Harley Quinn's puppet leader, but it seemed otherwise—Harley had genuinely handed over all control of the Joker gang to him.

"So, if I order everyone not to cause trouble anymore, to perform acts of kindness every day, like helping old ladies cross the street or finding cats for children, rename it Gotham City Justice League, or even order the dissolution of the Joker gang as the leader, would you also execute such a command?"

Harley leaned forward, arms propped on the table, her clear gaze fixed on Jekyll. However, it was challenging for the latter to focus on Harley's face from this angle, as the alluring cleavage created by her arms was prominently displayed through the neckline of her small tank top.

"Whether you change the name or perform good deeds, it doesn't matter. You can give any unreasonable tasks to other members, and if they don't comply, remove them. But, Jekyll, Dinah, Walker, and dissolving the Joker gang are exceptions. I've already mentioned this; it's our bottom line for protecting you."

Despite a minor basement fire later due to Harley carelessly igniting a trash can she tossed the flaming list into, Jekyll's mood improved significantly. Since he had the final say, the Joker gang was practically defunct, and as the leader, his only responsibility was to eat and sleep in Harley Quinn's basement.

Living together with a fragrant girl, who showed no defenses against him and often provided unintentional eye candy, Jekyll found contentment. No need to go to work every day, and meals were served at his beck and call, though the pizza got a bit monotonous. For Jekyll, shamelessly living off someone else was pure bliss.

This was the ultimate laid-back life he had always dreamt of. The only downside was that he couldn't leave due to being wanted by GCPD—a sort of soft confinement.

Although Jekyll's mental entertainment became a bit boring, accustomed to the eye-catching beauty, and he wasn't bold enough to ask Harley for gadgets like phones and computers.

However, Harley promised that once the heat died down, she would arrange for him to move around inconspicuously. Jekyll thought that with just a bit of time, it wouldn't be too hard to accept.

This tranquil and pleasant life made him feel like he was living in a dream—as managed to sleep for 12 hours every day, blurring the lines between dreams and reality.

In summary, after a week of a laid-back life at Harley Quinn's place, Jekyll's self-reflection was—

Absolutely blissful!

It smells just like Harley Quinn!

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Jekyll felt something was off and, as he drowsily opened his eyes, discovered that the fragrance was indeed real. At some point, he found himself covered with Harley Quinn's stockings.

Oh, that little girl must have forgotten that I was sleeping on the couch and habitually tossed her discarded clothes over. He needed to discuss this matter with her when she returned; otherwise, a warning for fungal infection might be in order.

Jekyll casually removed the stockings, adjusted his sleeping position to make his side wound more comfortable, and went back to sleep. His wound had almost healed; it only hurt if pressed forcefully—Ah!!!!!!!!

Intense pain instantly dispelled Jekyll's sleepiness. He let out a piercing scream and jumped up from the couch.

"Ouch!! It hurts! Do you want to kill me, Dinah?"

Jekyll, with tears in his eyes due to the pain, grimaced as he lightly rubbed his side. He looked at the blonde girl next to the couch, obviously the culprit.

"Why scream so much? Anyway, you've lost your kidneys on that side. It's just flesh wounds left. Seeing you, a pervert, drooling over Harley's stockings and kicking you lightly is already merciful."

Jekyll only then noticed that Harley's stockings were still in his hand. He quickly tossed them aside, then looked at Dinah with a serious expression.

"Disturbing someone's dreams is akin to plotting a crime against life. Especially when dealing with a patient who just underwent organ removal surgery, doesn't your conscience ache? Wait, wait! okay, let's forget it. So, why are you here? Looking for Harley? She left for work early."

Seeing Dinah raise her leg threateningly again, Jekyll quickly changed the subject.

"You also know that Harley has to work, yet you shamelessly oversleep. Forget it, I came here to find you. Didn't Harley mention it to you? Starting today, you're going to begin training."

Jekyll recalled, and indeed, Harley mentioned something about it when she returned last night. She said that since Jekyll's injuries had mostly healed, it was time to move around more and acquire some self-defense skills.

"Yeah, she might have said something, but she didn't tell me the specific training plan—and what does it have to do with you coming here?"

"This question isn't that hard to figure out, is it?"

Dinah looked proud, hands on hips, highlighting her well-proportioned figure, a bit less flamboyant than Harley Quinn but equally well-shaped.

"Get up, Jekyll. Dinah's freestyle combat class is about to begin!"

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