Hey, guys. This is the last 'Joker & Harley' one-shot. I hope you guys enjoy it! And this also my first attempt at writing a love scene, so don't be harsh :(
Harley's POV:
I sit there, still as a statue on the hard, uneven bed inside our room. My head feels heavy and my vision clouds as I recall his most recent attack on me. He had choked me until I fainted and carried me in here.
The bedroom door opens as the Joker stands before me, in his purple jacket and green vest. I feel the instinct to back away and start crying, but I know that it will only make it worse.
He licks his lips as he gazes at me, removing his jacket and gloves. As he walks to the bed, a chill flows down my spine.
A sinister smile creeps upon his face as I back away from him, causing myself to be pinned against the bed frame.
He takes a knife from his pocket and slowly traces the blade against my cheek. A cry rises in my throat and tears unwillingly flow down my face. An evil chuckle escapes from him as he ridicules my emotional plea for mercy, something that is rare for a man like him.
Finally, the coldness of the weapon leaves my flesh as he looks at me with a confused expression. He appears to forgive me and figures that strangling his hench-girl unconscious is punishment enough…for now.
Now, it is time for us to play…
A joker and his faithful jester having fun in our royal court of sadistic passion…
He roughly presses his scarred lips to mine as I wrap my arms around his neck, the blood flowing intensely in my throbbing veins. My flaming heart threatens to cease beating as his muscular arms hold me against his body, claiming me as belonging to him.
My legs enfold themselves around his waist as his fingers unbutton my red top, revealing my violet bra against my bruised, pale skin. I moan his name, his hands beginning to remove the rest of my clothing.
He roughly bites both of my lips as our bodies entwine together, nobody else in the world existing in that moment as we made masochistic, yet beautiful love to each other. The outside sounds of explosions, police sirens, and screaming citizens leave my ears as we conclude our little game of two players.
After all, in a world without rules, there is no such thing as being normal.
