Okay, so I'm picking up and re-vamping my old story. I'm going to go through chapter by chapter and re-write them all. I'm not looking to change the story line by much, just trying to improve what's already there. I kind of got stuck on how to continue my story after chapter five, hence why I stopped writing new content but hopefully I will find new inspiration now whilst going over it all once again. I'm also changing it from a crossover between suicide squad and batman to purely batman, but as always – feel free to imagine it however you want to.
The early morning light flooded the simple bedroom and the two bodies lying warm beneath the covers were to soon come to it.
"Puddin'" Harley nudged the pale man suffocating her with his body. "Puddin' get off" Harley applied a bit more force in order to free herself, causing the sleeping beast to wake from his peaceful slumber in the process.
"Harley what the fuck? It's too early" Joker rumbled. Harley glanced over at their bedside clock, "it is 12.30 puddin'" Harley said.
A few seconds went by then Joker bolted straight up in panic and began untangling himself from the bedsheets.
"Why the rush?" Harley asked confused.
Joker stopped and looked back at her down on the bed, her naked form slightly raised by her elbows, her tussled blonde waves falling down her shoulders. It sure was a sight for sore eyes.
"I have work" he answered "why didn't you wake me up earlier? You know I don't sleep in" Joker asked frustrated.
Harley got up on all fours, causing the blankets to fall off and leaving her naked body completely exposed, and proceeded to crawl to the end of the bed were she stretched her back out like a cat.
"It's Saturday, Puddin'. Most people don't work more than five days a week" Harley countered "You sure you don't want to stay in bed and keep me company?"
Joker let his head roll back on his shoulders on a strangled moan. The thought of staying in bed all day, with or without Harley, was very tempting but he had a whole load of business to go through and it needed to be done.
"Although your proposition is very tempting, and believe me very tempting, I, unlike others –he gave Harley a meaning look- have a business to run and an obligation to make money –which means I have to work."
Harley just stared back at him with pouted full, red, lips and wiggled her butt as extra enticement as she saw his walls slowly break down.
"You little minx" Joker growled and gave into her temptations, moving forward he captured her lips in his and pried her mouth open, snaking his tongue inside and shoving it down her throat. Harley moaned into the kiss and steadied herself by grabbing onto his naked shoulders; feeling his toned muscles flex beneath her petite palms. She let her hands glide down his broad chest as she traced over his erects nipples and circled them with her fingertips. Suddenly Joker grabbed hold of both her wrists and pried them off him as he stepped away breaking their kiss.
"Sorry pumpkin but I really need get to work, be a doll and go make me some coffee huh" he said as he grabbed last days clothes from the floor and proceeded to walk into their en suite bathroom.
Harley sighed and fell face first down onto the bed. Even though she was used to rejection from the Joker by now it still made her just as frustrated. Accepting her defeat she rose from the bed as she heard the shower turn on and Jokers deep humming voice, god what she would do to be in there with him right now. She picked up one of Jokers crisp, white shirts from the floor and a pair of red booty shorts.
"It had to do" she though for herself as she proceeded to dress herself. She wasn't planning on heading out anyway so her appearance didn't matter beyond her Misters standards, and if she knew him right he wouldn't even take notice of what she wore today.
After drying himself off and dressing up he walked to the kitchen in order to retrieve his cup of liquid, black, drug, and found Harley happily whistling to herself as she was preparing two slices of toast. She balanced herself on one leg, having the other supported against the back of her knee, Joker found her stance oddly funny –or stupid, same difference- and laughed to himself as he made his way over towards her and the brewer.
"What's funny?" Harley asked as she poured him and herself a cup of black brew.
"Nothing, you're just standing stupidly" he said light heartedly and picked up his cup and both of the slices of toast.
"Hey! Those where mine!" Harley exclaimed at Joker for taking her toast.
"Were" being the keyword because now they're mine" Joker shot back whilst laughing.
Harley sighed, leaned back against the counter and begun sipping her coffee as she watched Jokers back disappear towards his study. She didn't bother to prepare any more breakfast for herself. In her mind she was good to lose a couple of pounds and should probably skip breakfast anyway, if anything else the black sludge in her cup did a good job of reducing her appetite.
The day rolled on as per usual and after finishing vacuuming the lounge room from top to floor Harley found she felt restless. She decided to go find J and see if he was up for taking a break from work –she already knew he wouldn't but one could always try.
Thick blackout curtains covered the windows; not allowing any natural sunlight to enter the room. The only light source of the room was a simple desk lamp situated amongst the chaos of papers, folders, and deeply stained coffee mugs. The Joker sat at his desk, ferociously scribbling away on one of the many papers blanketing the desktop. All of a sudden a high pitched ringing sound broke the silence and the Joker shifted his focus to the phone going off in his pocket.
"What!" he shouted down the line. Silence fell as the voice on the other end started talking, and the things it had to say did not amuse the Joker. "I thought it was your job to handle this kind of things!" he shouted at the phone. "Then why are you wasting time on this conversation when you could be out there sorting this goddamn mess out?" Joker asked a while later. "*Deep sigh*ok meet you there in 20" Joker finished the call and was just about to head out when he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in" he shouted to who he assumed would be Harley –she always began her route of disturbances by this time a day. Much to his expectations, Harley swung the door open and hopped in.
"I'm heading out now, make sure to have dinner ready when I come home" Joker said as he gave Harley a quick peck on the cheek and left her standing alone in the room.
She sighed for what felt like the millionth time this day, she was bored out of her mind and all she wanted was to spend some quality time with her Puddin'. She threw a quick glance down at his notes trying to make sense of the mess but came up with the conclusion that there wasn't any and she knew better than to touch or try to organize his stuff, therefor she left the room shutting the door behind her.
The hours snailed forward as she lay on the couch switching between the channels every five minutes. When dinner time rolled around she got up and went to the kitchen to flip through the fast food menus. She decided on one of her and J's favourite – Chinese, one could never go wrong with some classic Americanised, deep fried, Chinese food. A while later she heard the front door open, she rushed out to the hall to see who had entered.
"I picked up our food" Joker said as she flew onto him, choking him with her hug. "Harley, watch the food" Joker said as he pried her of off him. 'A simple "welcome home" would've been enough' Joker laughed.
"Nah, I missed you so much, it was way too long since I last touched you" Harley answered with a wide smile.
"My Harley, always over the top" joker said smiling wide at her whilst leading them both in to the lounge area of their home. They sat down in front of the TV watching some low-budget comedy while they tucked in to their food. Harley sat cross legged eating from a piece of fried chicken having sweet-n-sour sauce dripping down her fingers when she noticed Joker staring at her with a thoughtful expression.
"What's up Pud'?" she asked.
"You're so damn messy. Look if you can't eat like proper adults you might as well wear a bib around your neck" he responded with disgust.
Harley put down her food on the almost empty paper plate and made sure she had his full attention before she proceeded to slowly lick the sauce of her fingers.
"I'm sorry Mistah J" she said in a sultry voice.
Joker's lips were slightly parted and his breathing had started to become heavier as Harley ran her tongue over each and every finger, seductively cleaning the spilt sauce off from her fingers. Her hooded eyes were holding his and sparks were flying off in to the heavy air surrounding them.
Filled with confidence from not being bashed about her actions, she moved over and sat down on his lap, straddling him. His hands flew to her hips to steady her and then his mouth instantly crashed hard against hers and he devoured her with his skilful tongue. She could taste the smoky flavour of black coffee and pure tobacco on his tongue, she relished in the love she held for him and suddenly craved more. He squeezed her tiny waist in his big strong hands as he let his hands travel along the lines and curves of her body. She could feel his growing excitement as she grinded down hard against him, then continuing to rock her hips along his.
Joker responded with a strangled moan from deep within his throat and Harley gasped as he thrusted his groin up against her, causing a delicious thrill to run through her body and soul.
Joker suddenly pushed at her ribs causing Harley to whimper and jolt from the direct pain.
"So sensitive", Joker responded on a throaty laugh.
The kiss was broken and they stared deep into each other's eyes as they tried to still their frantic breathing. He could feel the warmth from her breath hit his face and breathed in the scent of artificial bubble gum and fresh strawberry, the heaviness from the sugary scent went straight to his head and he almost felt intoxicated from the sweet aroma.
Harley caught her plush lower lip in between her teeth and pressed down hard on Jokers straining erection. He jolted out of his trance and coughed, his face scrunched together from trying to fight back the waves of pleasure and need that was hitting him. The need; he didn't want to feel it but with Harley he couldn't seem to repress it in the same way as before, it angered him, confused him, and even though he wasn't open to admit it –it intrigued him. Chills went down his spine when Harley traced her sharp, red, nails along the flesh just above the waistband of his pants, she kept on playing her little game whilst smirking sinfully back at her lover.
"Harley" the Joker said warningly. "What daddy?" Harley responded in a mock innocent voice.
Joker didn't like to beg for it; he would never degrade himself to her level but he was now becoming increasingly desperate.
"Harley, be a good girl and don't play around" he tried to sound assertive but his voice came out in raspy breaths.
Harley slowly blinked back at him; her eyes wide, and glossy, and blue… one could easily get lost in those eyes of hers and the Joker always did. Harley firmly grabbed his waistband whilst slowly rising from his lap and dragging the pants down with her. She was happily surprised to notice that he didn't wear any underwear, this causing his rock hard member to instantly spring free.
The Joker looked back at Harley sternly, doing his best not to come right now in front of her; before all the fun had begun. Harley licked her lips seductively whilst dropping down to her knees. The Joker spread his thighs wide apart, inviting her to come closer. Harley sat herself down between his straining thighs, stroking them up and down –feeling the thick veins pulsating beneath his flawless skin. The Joker let out an unwilling whimper, Harley felt her heart flutter and her pulse to increase at the sound. He was really desperate she thought, he wanted her- no, not only that – he needed her.
She decided that she wasn't going to hold back on him any longer, she had tortured him enough already. She grabbed hold of his thick base and applied light pressure, and then she stuck her tongue out and licked all the way from the base to the tip. She proceeded to dip her tongue in the slit of the head and lapped up the dripping pre-cum, in response to her actions the Joker threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly whilst whispering silent prayers to the thin air.
The Joker was tired of her games now and he grabbed the hair at the back of her nape harshly and guided her mouth down his shaft, she took him to the hilt on the first stroke, filling her throat completely with his impressive length.
"Fuck, Harley Fuck" Joker exclaimed, Harley took his words as motivation and continued to take him swiftly whilst he kept on shouting obscenities at her.
His member ran up and down with ease, slippery from saliva and pre-cum. The sound of Harleys throat choking down Jokers thick rod and the wet slaps of his thrust drowned out any other sound in the room, and in this moment they were the only ones existing in life.
She could feel her own arousal pouring out between her thighs but in this moment all that mattered were him and his pleasure. She enjoyed taking care of him; the idea that she could have the clown prince of crime, the most feared villain of Gotham, in such a vulnerable position was pleasure enough for her.
She felt him swell and stiffen in her mouth and knew he was nearing his end. She took him all the way one last time, gagging when his hips uncontrolledly jolted up causing him to harshly push against her and spilling his essence down her throat.
Joker eased up his grip of her hair, trying to steady his breath in between his heavy panting. Harley rose up from her knees and made a show of licking her lips when Joker looked back at her.
"Fuck Harley" he said laughing under his breath, his respond made her giggle. Joker pulled his pants back up and went over to put his arms around Harley.
"I'm exhausted, let's hit the sack" he whispered in her ear. Harley smiled as his hot breath spread across her neck.
"I'm just gonna' clean up dinner then I'll head straight up" she responded. "Be quick, I need you to warm up the bed" he joked and slapped her ass.
"Hey!" Harley exclaimed and rubbed her spanked cheek as she looked back at him with a pout on her face, humour sparkling in her eyes. Joker just smiled and winked at her before turning around and heading for the stairs.
He entered their bedroom, stripped out of his clothing, and crawled up beneath the covers. Because of the poor heating in their establishment the bed was freezing by this time a night and the only thing that could remedy this problem was Harley. Joker hated to admit that he needed her but he also hated sleeping in a cold bed. He soon enough heard the distinct noise of Harley opening then closing the door, and then her light pattering across the carpet. She lay down on her side of the bed, nuzzling up against his chest and gave off a content sigh. Joker stroked her hair back and placed it neatly on the pillow behind her. Harley smiled into his chest and hugged him tighter.
"I love you so much" she said in the softest voice. "I know you do" he responded and carefully placed a light kiss on the top of her head. "Good night puddin'" Harley said before drifting of in to the world of dreams. Joker draped his arms around her and hugged her back, wondering if he would ever be able to say those three words back to her.