She lay there nightly as he pummeled her body. At least he was touching her. She had learned long ago how to make her mind float away during his beatings so that it mostly didn't hurt anymore. She'd take the feeling of his fists on her arms and legs over the back of his hand any day. Sometimes she rode the rollercoaster at the abandoned theme park where they lived over and over until she nearly passed out. That's where she was now in her mind. Slowly being cranked up and over that first hill as the anticipation of each blow tied her stomach up in knots. At least he was touching her. Sometimes she wanted to get off, but it was too late. She was strapped in for the ride. The only way to get off was to get to the end of the ride. And she was definitely going to get off. At least he was touching her. She just had to ride out the loops and become weightless.
Ivy undressed her the next night and became enraged at the mottling of bruises all over her little girl's porcelain skin.
"Why, Harley, why? How many times until he kills you?"
"Ya know I get off on pain, Red. It's kinda my thing."
"So, you're not leaving?"
"Nah, my Puddin loves me. This'll all blow over and things'll be back to normal. Besides it was all my fault for screwin' up the caper."
Ivy couldn't control her temper any longer. Harley's smart ass smirk and total dismissal of her own safety drove her to her breaking point. It was the wrong reaction, especially given Harley's already battered state, but Pamela grabbed her by her pigtails and slapped her face several times. Coming to her senses, she would have felt guilty for abusing her little girl if the slut hadn't been gyrating all over the bed.
"I can hit you too! And I can touch you and I can love you. Why can't this be enough?"
In another life, had she never met The Joker, it would have been. But to be hit by the Clown Prince of Crime himself...
She just had to ride out the loops and become weightless. At least he was touching her. And she was definitely going to get off.