Warning: This short story contains spoilers for 'Mad Empire'. If you are okay with that, please continue, and enjoy :)
And as always:
The Joker: Health Ledger
Harley Quinn: Kristen Bell
Joey Asaro: Vin Diesel
Sean Rider: Scott Grimes
Mac Schwartz: Owen Clive
Batman: Christian Bale
Robin: Liam Akien
Poison Ivy: Christina Hendricks
Edward Nigma: Jude Law
Killer Croc: Michael Clarke Duncan
Louis Debuclet: Bob Hoskins
Happy Thanksgiving, Ya'll!
['All Along The Watchtower' by Jimmy Hendrix]
Harley spun out of her unsuccessful roundhouse kick just in time to see The Joker's bare fist grow closer in her sight. It seemed to happen in slow motion, but still didn't give her enough time to react before the knuckles made contact with the bridge of her nose and she flew backward onto the marble floor of the foyer. Stars sparked in her reddened vision as the uncomfortable burning sensation filled her sinuses, like when chlorine water retreats up one's nose in a swimming pool.
"Fuck!" she screamed up at him, holding her bleeding nose. It wasn't broken, she would have known if it were, he had broken it before. He was bouncing around childishly in place, mimicking a boxer with his fists held close to his smirking face.
"Gotta learn to block, Princess. We've been doing this for how many years and you still don't block!", he teased her with a confident grin that set her teeth on edge while be punched at the air.
The blood was running down her arm now, and she stood angrily to her feet to confront him again, bringing her fists up in front of her crimson-stained face. She threw a right hook in his direction, but he dodged it easily; the pain and frustration was making her sloppy, and his obnoxious smile was incensing her. Stepping up close to him, she plugged one side of her nose with a finger and blew hard through her moist sinuses, spewing fresh blood onto his face. He grimaced and shut his eyes, staggering back in disgust and opening his shield to her. She shot two alternating fists at his face; one catching his chin, the second connecting with his jaw. His knees buckled and he collapsed onto the floor. Now he was the one scowling up from the beneath while she danced in place over him.
"That was dirty, Harley!" he yelled, wiping his face with the back of his forearm.
"I learned from the best", she smirked, still bouncing while the blood dried to her lips and chin.
She was feeling proud of herself, but had gotten too cocky in her blind triumph. Dancing dangerously close to him, she had forgotten just how long his legs were and he swung one out, kicking her feet out from under her and sending her flying down onto her back with a heavy thud, knocking the air from her lungs. She sputtered to catch her breath, but he was already on her, angry eyes piercing down like daggers while his long fingers wrapped tightly around her throat and squeezed. Her scalp tightened under his strong grip as the blood was cut off along with her breathing and she struggled to fend him off with her small hands. Just as the dark clouds began to appear around the corners of her vision, he made a mistake and moved his weight to gain better leverage, exposing his ribs to her swiftly moving knee. One good hit was all it took to knock him off of her with a yelp, clutching his side while she regained her footing and gasped for air, coughing and gagging.
"I almost passed out again. You keep doing that shit and I'll end up with a traumatic brain injury!" she warned him, hunched over with hands on her knees.
He stood slowly from the floor and brought his fists back up to his face, "Blah, blah, doctor shit, blah", he teased her.
"It's not doctor shit, Jack-ass, it's common sense!"
"Woo hoo hoo! Nice double entendre, there, Sweetheart."
"Fuck you."
He chuckled at her.
"Ms. Quinn," the henchman, Joey, called from the back of the foyer near the stairs, "Ms. Ivy's here ta see ya."
Harley's last name had legally been Napier for almost a year now, but she and her husband both agreed that Harley Quinn should remain her alias; it was safer and made much more sense given the play-on-words in which it had been created. There was no such thing as a Harlenapier clown, now was there? She stood up straight, panting and wiping her bloody face to walk toward her friend who was shaking her head disapprovingly and glaring back at her husband. Ivy hated it when they sparred and feared for the day when he took it too far, as if broken noses and fingers weren't bad enough. The only comfort she derived was the knowledge that Harley could protect herself when he had one of his little 'temper tantrums' and attacked her in his unpredictable rage, which he was known to do. She had resigned to the fact that she would never understand their volatile relationship many years ago. When things were good, the two were as sweet as candy to one another, especially The Joker; it was almost like watching a completely different person interact with Harley. When they were bad, however, things could get dangerously out of hand very quickly. Tonight had only been a typical sparring match, but there were times when he would lay into her that Ivy thought for sure he might kill her. Harley hadn't left him to come and stay at the greenhouse since they escaped Arkham together and tied-the-knot, however, so perhaps his temper had fizzled slightly. So she hoped.
"Well, that's going to bruise", Ivy mentioned to her friend as she examined her already swollen nose.
"I gotta learn to block", Harley admitted with a shrug in her blood-stained tank top, "I'm glad you showed up when you did, though. Don't tell him this, but he was kicking my ass tonight."
"Clearly."
"Hey! I've had him on the ropes more than a couple of times. I must be getting ready to start or something."
"Oh sure, blame it on the cycle", her friend retorted with a grin, "Speaking of which, may we go clean your face, please? It's disturbing to say the least."
The two women disappeared down the curving hallway toward the shower room and The Joker cracked his neck with a smile as he watched them go, staring at his wife's round bottom while she walked away.
"Don't tell her this," he said to his henchman, "but she was kickin' my ass tonight."
Joey chuckled behind his newspaper, sitting at his post with the security monitors.
"Hey", he heard his boss address him again, "So, your squeeze is here tonight. You finally gonna grow some balls and ask her out?"
Joey shrugged shyly. He had been interested in Harley's best friend for as long as they had known her, which was nearly eight long years by this point, but had never acted on his feelings for multiple reasons: One being the fact that she was notorious for her toxic kiss-of-death, the other being her intolerable distain for mankind as a whole. Everyone except Harley, of course.
"I really wish you wouldn't spar with him. I know it's suppose to train you, but he doesn't restrain himself even slightly", Ivy expressed her concern when they reached the large shower room beneath the stage.
Harley turned the faucet on in one of the sinks that lined the walls and splashed cold water onto her face, rubbing at the caked blood on her lips and chin.
"You think The Bat holds back when he throws his giant clubs in my face? Remember that concussion he gave me a few years back?" she asked her concerned friend in the mirror.
Ivy set the basket she had been carrying down onto the sink next to her, "I know, but shouldn't your husband be more gentle with you if he is only attempting to equip you with skills necessary for protection with his training?"
Harley grabbed a towel and wiped her face, observing the swollen nose in her reflection, "I've seen him fight, Red, he is being gentle with me."
The redhead sighed, "Alright, if you say so. I need to get going, but here are the medical herbs I promised you. You should use some of this on your nose", she reached into the basked and pulled out a vial of green fluid stopped with a dropper lid.
"Really? You can't say any longer?"
"No, I have a few things to get done at the greenhouse, but I'll see you tomorrow." The two friends hugged and Ivy started for the door, stopping at the frame to turn back briefly, "And speaking of the flying vermin, do be careful tonight, please."
Harley smiled as she pulled her tank top over her shoulders, "We will. It's just good, wholesome, holiday fun, Red."
"Yeah, well, it's all fun and games until someone gets a baterang in the thigh."
The blonde shrugged, "His stupid ass should have moved faster."
Ivy shook her head and exited the room while Harley turned the knob on the shower pole and closed the door, removing the rest of her sweat and blood-soaked clothing. She stepped beneath the spout and closed her eyes as the hot water bled through the hay-colored strands of hair on her scalp with a gentle massaging sensation. When she opened them, she found her husband standing next to the closed door, pulling off the last of his own articles of dirty clothing. She wasn't at all surprised to see him. Sparring doubled as both a means of training and an act of foreplay when it came to The Joker, and she gladly welcomed the activities that followed. His lust-filled gaze was locked onto her while he sauntered slowly over, joining her under the hot water and nuzzling her neck. She brought her hands up to tangle her fingers in his long hair, but he snatched her wrists quickly and forced her backward toward the wall. He turned her around to face the sink and pushed her hips up against the cold porcelain, wet skin slipping against it as she tried to regain her balance. His long fingers gripped either side of her waist tight and he pushed himself slowly into her, taking her breath away. She flexed her spine forward as the pleasure crept up her torso, making her knees buckle beneath her. He reached up and gripped a handful of her hair, yanking her head back so she was face to face with her already bruising reflection in the mirror.
"Watch me fuck you", he demanded through gritted teeth and she moaned in complacent bliss, nails slipping against the edges of the slick sink where she clung to keep her weak knees from collapsing.
"Yes, Mr. J", she cooed with feigned fragility like a disciplined school girl. He liked it when she acted as the weak victim to his sharp-edged lust and she didn't mind playing the part for him.
His hips began thrusting forward forcefully and he released her hair to gain better leverage on her waist, eyes locked on one another in the steamy mirror. The pleasure was intense and she moaned with increasing volume each time they made contact, causing her eyelids to become heavy.
He slapped the right cheek of her bottom hard with an open palm, "Eyes open!" he yelled.
"Yes, Mr. J!", she worked hard to suppress the satisfied grin she felt hiding in the corners of her mouth as the stinging sensation began to tingle through her red skin.
His short nails were beginning to dig into the exposed flesh over her pelvic area and he was thrusting so hard she thought they might tear the sink right off the wall, so she placed her hands on either side of the mirror as a counter to his powerful force. She gasped when his calloused hands suddenly shot around her chest and gripped a breast in each palm before he pulled her quickly away from the wall so she was standing in front of him, back pressed firmly against his chest.
"Did I tell you to do that?" he growled in her ear.
"No, Mr. J, I'm sorry", she tried to whine and sound frightened for him, true to her role, but it was difficult to act through her excitement.
"Bad girl", he snarled and bit her neck hard, sending electric pulses surging through her body while they continued to rock to his wild rhythm.
"Joker!"
"Shut up", he scolded and grabbed her jaw between his fingers, "Speak when you're spoken to."
"Mmhn, yes, Sir." she panted.
Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she tucked her lips under her teeth to fight the growing temptation to yell his name a second time. The hot water had created a thick layer of fluffy steam that rose from the cold tiles of the shower room and their moans were echoing off the walls in acoustic fashion. He pushed her down over the sink and licked the sweat from her back while her moans turned into passionate wails. She was just reaching the point of no return in her ecstasy when he shifted his weight on the wet floor with a misplaced foot and slipped on the tile, grabbing onto her to steady himself, but only succeeding in bringing both of them down onto the floor with a loud smack and a tangled mess of bare limbs and dripping hair.
"Ow", The Joker groaned, rubbing the back of his head where it had hit.
"That was hot", Harley smirked sarcastically at him.
"Well, you know me, always looking for something new and exciting", he quipped, grimacing in pain.
She rolled onto all fours and crawled over him, intent on finishing what they had started while he grinned keenly up at her. Leaning over to kiss him, their bodies reconnected and she took charge, which only excited her even more since he rarely allowed it to happen. She sat up and rocked over him while he watched her from below, hands on her hips again. He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment before she brought the palm of her hand across his face and his lids shot back open with a new born fury in his expression.
"Eyes open!" she yelled with a smile.
He glared at her for a second then shifted his weight, growling and throwing her to the slick floor on her back while never losing contact between them. Pressing her wrists into the floor, he picked up his harsh pistoning once more and she immediately felt the intensity climb back toward the surface inside of her. After only a few more hard thrusts her back arched under them and she cried out in sheer rapture.
"Scream!" he commanded and she complied easily; one might have thought he was brutally murdering her for the horrifying sound she was creating.
His own end was soon to follow and he grabbed hold of her throat as he moaned to the finish, still leaving her room to breathe shallowly under his grip. The shower room was heavy with hot steam by this point, and Harley's head was spinning with contentment as their muscles relaxed beneath them on the wet tile while the soft sound of running water filled room.