Lust for The Clown Prince of Gotham: Harley Quinn's Sexual Awakening

by maxinedemian823

Dr. Harleen Quinzel is stuck at a job she hates and in a relationship she loathes. Desperate for any excitement, she jumps at the chance to treat The Joker. Though she feels prepared for every game he plays, she falls quickly and hard for him.

1. Chapter 1

Dr. Harleen Quinzel took out a hair band and put her long blonde hair back in a ponytail. She sipped her orange juice as she sat at her desk, rummaging through her files and listening to the inmates screaming. She was a psychiatrist who had only graduated a year before. She hated working at Arkham Asylum, but her father Sgt. Mitchell Quinzel, wanted to keep an eye on her. Even at 24, she was under his thumb. He pulled enough strings and threatened enough people to make sure she couldn't get a job elsewhere.

Now, it wasn't only her career he was ruining, but her personal life as well. She began dwelling on the inevitable existence she was faced with, when a knock came on her door.

Outside stood Officer Jake Cromwell. It was well-known around Arkham that Cromwell wasn't the most ethical Gotham officer. He often took bribes from inmates and paid favors to those with power. That said, Quinzel only knew a few cops that were actually good guys, actually legit, the kind that are out there trying to make the world a better place.

"What can I do for you?" She asked.

"I got a letter for you."

It was a hand-written note. After she took it, Cromwell quickly disappeared beyond the corridor.

Come see me for some laughs. You need 'em. – J

She knew who J was. There was only one man brazen enough to reach out to her; if he even was a man. Known as The Joker or The Clown Prince of Gotham, he was different in every way imaginable. He had slicked back bright green hair and matching eyes that rather than hide his dark side, exemplified it. His skin was bleached white by an acid or some chemical spill. There were stories about how that occurred, but no one knew for sure. He was so different. He was a mystery.

So much of the Joker's history was unknown. Even how he became the Joker and who he was before are things nobody seems to be clear about. She knew he was a murderer, but he didn't kill out of passion or anger. He killed people for laughs. When he didn't kill them, he would drive them insane. He destroyed the minds of normal and average people with ease. Sometimes he used chemical warfare or hypnosis, but often his words alone could control someone completely.

It was a case that any psychiatrist would want to sink their teeth into, if they could overcome their own fear. Some tried, but they always ran away. Harley, on the other hand, definitely wanted her chance at the apple. He was a legend in Gotham; a notorious, nefarious legend, but a legend

She had requested an interview months ago, but once again her father stepped in. Daddy didn't want her around The Joker, so she never was assigned to him. She got stuck with the typical criminals. Some had serious mental disorders that caused their criminal acts and then there were those who faked crazy just to be in the mental hospital instead of prison. To talk to one of the part-time offenders, while knowing that just a few rooms down was the mastermind of some of Gotham's largest hits, made her want to see him even more.

Every day, her fascination with the case grew. She would ask around and delve into any private files she could get her hands on without being caught. Whenever she was alone, she would peek and read the notes from other psychiatrists. They disliked The Joker almost as much as he despised them.

The Joker never asked to speak with psychiatrists and when he was forced to, he'd scared the hell out of them, for laughs. Harleen would hear about the antics and find herself giggling at her coworker's reaction. What did they expect? When you walk into a Lion's den, you don't think you're going to sit down and drink tea.

She swore if she ever had the chance, he wouldn't scare her in the least. She could take whatever he dealt out. She wasn't afraid of his threats or his violence or even of him. He went through 8 doctors in only six months. Currently, he didn't have an appointment with anyone, partially because no one wanted to get on his bad side. More than one doctor and guard died mysteriously after having a run-in with The Joker. One day he was assigned a 15 minute session of shock treatment. The day it was to be assessed, his psychiatrist cancelled it. The doctor's right hand was minus three fingers and all he would say was that he was hurt in an "accident" and that he reconsidered The Joker's treatment.

She read the note that Cromwell handed her again and again. She knew she couldn't deny her inquisitive instinct. Her father had the week off and her "fiancé" was working the streets. Today would be perfect for her to see him, and something told her that the Joker already knew that.

She called his residency and spoke directly with the main guard. "This is Dr. Harleen Quinzel. I need you to write in an immediate session with resident #229."

"2-2-9" The guard stuttered. "Dr. Quinzel, that's the Joker"

"I'm aware. He requested me as his doctor. Now, this is on a need-to-know basis only. We will not be able to relinquish any details to anyone regarding this meeting."

"But your father…."

"My father included. If you break confidentiality, you will be fired. This would be a serious security breach and The Joker could potentially sue us for millions." She was stern in her voice but lying through her teeth.

"ummm"

"This isn't up for discussion. I don't want to have to force you out of your job for denying health care to an inmate."

"Of course, Dr. Quinzel. I will bring him down to the visiting room, immediately."

"To ensure there is no breach, the session I have with him, must be private."

"umm, with all due respect Dr. Quinzel, the Joker is the most dangerous man here. We keep him in a straight-jacket. I'll be happy to have one of our guards be in the room -"

She cut him off. "I can take care of myself and the straight-jacket will be an insurance policy. I'm on my way."

Harleen tightened her white jacket, took a brief glimpse of herself in the mirror, straightened out her glasses and refreshed her make-up. She confidently strolled down the aisle though inside, she felt her heart beating a mile a minute.

She took a few deep breaths and then turned the corner. The guard looked nervous, but reluctantly opened the door for her.

"Are you sure you don't want me here?"

"Positive."

When she walked in the room, she saw the Joker sitting on the opposite side of the table. He had his straight-jacket on but underneath instead of the orange prison uniform, he wore a tailored purple suit. One of his connections, no doubt helped him with that.

"Hello, my name is Doctor Harleen Quinzel, but I guess you know that already. I received your letter asking me to meet you."

"Yes, I promised laughs. Hopefully, I'll deliver. How are you Doctor?"

"Fine," Harleen was a bit thrown off with the niceties. "Why did you want to see me?"

"Well, because of your engagement, of course. Though, I'm not sure if I should offer congratulations or sympathies. I heard that you and Officer Redmond are getting married."

"No" she said instinctively. "I mean um well, yes. I guess, yes." Harleen looked at the diamond on her hand.

"That's some rock so why the sad face?" The Joker taunted. "Oh I know why, your daddy, the sergeant, is making you get married. That doesn't sound fair to you at all."

"Who did you hear that from?"

"And no denial!" The Joker laughed aloud. "You're not alone I don't like Redmond, either. Then again, I don't much care for your father."

"You don't like anyone in law enforcement. I know about you, Mr… Mr… what should I even call you?"

"If you ask nice, I'll let you call me Mister J."

She rolled her eyes but obliged. "May I call you Mister J?"

"Oh yes, doctor. I would like that very much."

"Okay, you don't like anyone in law enforcement, Mr. J."

"True." He said nonchalantly causing Harleen to unexpectedly crack up laughing, despite desperately trying to maintain a serious demeanor.

"I told you – laughs." He raised his hand to his mouth which had a tattoo of a laughing mouth on it.

She relaxed a bit and finally took a seat across from him on a bench in front of the table.

"Cute," she said "I like the tattoo."

"Thank you, Doctor. Now, I don't like what they're doing to you. A woman with your taste, strength and class shouldn't cave so easily – no matter what Redmond or your daddy happen to be holding over your head."

Her mind raced but she wanted to stay relaxed. "Thank you for the compliments. Interesting that you talk about my taste and strength, yet we've never met."

"Yes, but when a man finds out a beautiful woman is asking questions about them, well – I learned a few things too."

"Why did you really call me here?" She asked puzzled. "Was it to irritate my father or get under Thomas's skin because if so you failed. They're not going to know about our little session."

"No. I don't waste my time with them. I just wanted to see you, face-to-face, up close."

"Bull," Dr. Quinzel crossed her arms. "You never JUST want to see anyone and you hate psychiatrists and doctors. What's your game?"

"Why Dr. Quinzel, how much time have you dedicated into learning all about me? That a dangerous game, you're playing. Never-mind my reaction, what would daddy think?"

"Your reaction never crossed my mind and my father has nothing to do with this. Personally, I find atypical behavior interesting. That's why I became a psychiatrist and you are as atypical as they get."

"You flatter me,"

"I just mean I don't think anyone ever said you weren't fascinating. If we're being honest, you're the most fascinating man in Gotham, but that doesn't mean you are looking to be redeemed or truthfully seeking treatment."

"Most fascinating, man." He ignored the rest of what she said. "More fascinating than Batsy?"

"Bat-man? Is that what this is about? You want to know if I know something about the Batman. You think I know something because of my dad. I know the same thing you do. Batman is a narcissistic douchebag that my father, Thomas and Commissioner Gordon all have a hard-on for. He commits crime after crime and the city basically gives him a medal of honor for it. I know he's a grown man who wears tights, dresses like a Bat and talks in a deep silly voice. He probably belongs here more than you."

The Joker raised his head and laughed. "That does sum him up quite well. Oh Harley, you're never going to marry that bozo in blue."

"Really?" She asked with a bit of sarcasm, "by the way, my name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Not Harley. No one calls me Harley."

"Oh, I didn't tell you. Harleen Quinzel simply won't do. You don't want your father's last name anyways and you definitely don't want Tommy's. Harley Quinn is a much more suitable name. It gives you the gravitas you deserve."

A genuine sentimental smile emerged. "Like Harlequin? I get it. I like it." She relented and let her guard down even more.

"I knew you would. So, tell me, doll-face. How are you going to get out of marrying that imbecile?"

"I don't know. You wanna kill him for me?" They both laughed aloud.

"You would like that, wouldn't you? If I just broke out of here and shot Tommy boy right between the eyes."

"I was joking…"

"No you weren't. I know jokes. This was more wishful thinking. How about this – you get me out of here and I'll kill anyone you point at."

"Liar!" She laughed. "Even if I did want you to kill someone, the easiest thing for you to do, if I got you out of here, would be to kill me."

"Smart, too; and underneath that jacket of yours, I'd guess your figure isn't bad either."

She felt her face grow hot. "Thank you. I am very smart and my figure is good because of gymnastics. I was a gymnast in high-school and college, but, you'll have to trust me on that one. It'd be unprofessional for me to take my jacket off."

"Gymnastics, really, so you must be flexible in all the right ways." he smiled again and she found herself smiling back.

"I notice you aren't wearing the standard inmate jumpsuit," She needed to change gears.

"I'm not the standard inmate."

"There's no doubt about that." She said in a more flirtatious way than she meant. "but how did you get it?"

"They were all out of the orange so I had no choice but to bring in my own clothes. The cutbacks here are ridiculous. The last time the cafeteria served prime rib, it wasn't tender at all. I almost choked."

They both cracked up over his obvious lie. She took a deep breath determined to get back on track. "So can I assume you want me to be your doctor? I mean you wouldn't call me all this way and then send me packing, would you Mister J?"

"I'd never send you packing, Harley. Yes, be my doctor. Cure me. Fix all that's wrong. Where should we start? What deep dark secret do you want to know?" He gave her an evil gleam that made chills run down her spine.

"I think we - I think this was a good start and this is a good time to stop. Let's schedule another appointment." She took out her calendar and began looking through the dates."

"Leaving already. Has fear conquered you already?"

"NO! Not at all. I'm not afraid of you. It's just I have other appointments scheduled."

"Such dedication! I can't fault you for that. Alright, tomorrow. Come see me tomorrow morning, first thing."

"Tomorrow. Wow, you're just jumping in Mr. J. Okay, I'll move some stuff around. I'll be here at 7."

"Exactly 7. I detest tardiness."

"Exactly 7 it is. I'll have a few disclosures for you to sign. Nothing big. It's just the standard paperwork."

"I'll sign anything you want, but I can't sign in this thing."

She nodded at the straight jacket. "I'll get the guard to remove it for the paperwork."

"I would be eternally grateful if you would keep this silly thing off the whole session? It makes my arms so sore."

"Consider it done, but if you do anything or try anything…." She gave him a look of dominance.

"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Not with you, I like you."

"Good. Then we understand each other really well. I'll help you in any way I can and in turn, just don't kill me – or do, your choice really."

He started laughing aloud which caused her to crack up.

He rose from his seat, walked over to her, bent down kissed her hand. "I'll keep you around for now."

He then walked over to the exit and yelled for the guard who opened the door to lead him back to his cell.

A panicked thought entered Harley's head. She knew if Thomas or her father found out, she'd be reprimanded like a child and much more importantly, permanently taken off the case. 'I'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen,' she said to herself.

That night, Quinn was getting everything ready for her session with The Joker. She kept her door locked in the fear that her parents could enter at any time. She opted to use her personal computer since her father had full access to files at the asylum including who accessed them last. Her best chance of getting into The Joker's mind was to learn everything she could, without her father ever finding out.

That said, she needed to be prepared. Every other patient had been pushed out of her mind as Mister J consumed her every thought. She went through every piece of information she could find on the Clown Prince, growing more and more enthralled.

She looked at the Joker's arrests online and printed out some information. She found herself looking at pictures of The Joker more than reading the articles. He was splendidly mysterious and stood out regardless of how large the crowd was. In so many pictures, The Joker would be aside police officers or other criminals who were larger and physically stronger than him. Still, he was the main focus. Maybe it was charisma, dominance, depth, style–whatever it was, he stole the spotlight with ease.

The articles that she did read, she'd roll her eyes at. 'So bias. Of course, BATMAN is the hero. Gimme a break!'

After about a dozen that praised Batman, she grew so angry that she ended up commenting under her new alias, Harley Quinn.

"This is a disgrace! Where, may I ask, is the journalistic integrity? Batman is a violent, no-class vigilante who breaks the law. I can say from personal hands-on experience that when Mr. J was brought into Arkham, he was bloodied and bruised because Batman and the majority of Gotham PD has zero restraint. If Commissioner Gordon or Sgt. Quinzel had any balls at all, they'd be trying to arrest Batman instead of kissing his ass."

Moments after she posted her comment, her cell phone rang. At first, she sighed believing it to be Thomas, but the number however was blocked. She had a strange feeling that it may just be him.

"Hello,"

"Harley, so glad you took my call…"

"Mister J?" A thrill ran through her body. She spoke softly knowing her father was home. "I don't know whether to ask how you got my number or ask how you got to use the phone?"

"Let's not waste time. Don't ask either."

"Okay." She laughed. "What can I do for you?"

He let out a soft animalistic groan, "Oh, so many things, but most are difficult to do over the phone."

She couldn't find any words so after a few seconds of silence he continued. "I saw what you wrote under that libelous piece of trash parading itself as journalism. So many jump on the bandwagon to agree with whatever garbage the news regurgitates. It was refreshing to see someone so brave and articulate tell the truth."

"You saw the comment?" She was a bit flustered. "How did you know?"

"I know so many things."

"Yet reveal nothing. So, you hacked my computer." Surprisingly, even to herself, she wasn't angry.

"Guilty as charged." He said nonchalantly.

"That's definitely a talent. As for my comment, I just felt I had to say something because everyone is just so into this idiot in a bat suit."

"I agree. He's ridiculous and someone should take him down a peg or two."

"Most of Gotham needs to be taken down a peg or two. Not to change the subject, but did you call just because of what I wrote?"

"No."

"Then why"

"I was all alone, locked in my cell and thinking about all the fun we can have together. It became rather frustrating so I decided I wanted to have some fun now."

"I...I...I'm happy you did" she heard herself stammer, took a deep breath and then started again. "and I'm happy to help you in any way I can."

"I'm happy to hear that because there are so many ways you can help. Now, I don't want you to read too much about me. I want to surprise you." His voice was so demanding and filled with a dark lust that poured through the phone. Part of her wanted to focus on his treatment, but the other part of her just wanted to be near him.

"Then, we're on for 7 a.m."

"I live for it. By the way, Harley, have you broken things off with the bozo in blue yet?"

"Not yet…I mean, no. I haven't."

The Joker laughed which caused her to start laughing.

"You're very manipulative." She couldn't help smile. "You get me to say things, admit things that I don't intend to."

"It's another talent – one of many. Do me a favor, gorgeous."

"Yeah, I mean okay. I'm sorry, what's the favor, Mr. J?" She said as her face grew hot. She twirled her hair in her fingers and hung to his every word.

"When you come in tomorrow, don't wear some boring pantsuit underneath that god awful jacket. I want you to wear something special, something just for me."

"Mr. J…." That was too much. She couldn't go that far.

"Beneath that little white lab coat, put on something red and black and tight. You know, something that shows all those perfect little parts of you that you worked so hard to shape in gymnastics. It'll just be our little secret-something that tells me, I'm special."

"Mister J, I…. hello? Hello?" He hung up. She put the phone to her chest. "I'm not going to wear something just because he told me to." She rolled her eyes. "It would be completely unprofessional and send the wrong message." She walked over to her closet and just gazed at her wardrobe. "I can't believe he remembered everything I said. He's such a great listener – and killer. He's a killer. Okay, he may be a criminal but the man does know how to wear lipstick." The two voices in her head were combating each other. She looked down at her laptop where she had a pic of the Joker from an article she had pulled up, "and his hair is amazing. I mean, he knows style and if he thinks those colors will bring out my features….Goddammit!" She walked over to the closet and grabbed a red and black short tight dress she had never worn. She bought it at a midnight party that her friend was having. They sold lingerie, bras and sexy outfits. "Fuck it," she threw the dress on a chair and grabbed a red bra, matching panties and fishnets that she had purchased at the same party. "Hell, at least I'll get a chance to wear these." At that moment, the voice telling her to steer clear and stay professional died and never returned.

As she was getting everything ready, her phone rang again. This time she jumped to answer it, but paused as she saw the number. "Oh, hi Thomas….." she said softly.

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"No...no...what? Why would you ask that?"

"It's just the way you sound. Are you upset? Do you want me to come over?"

"Ummm...no." She rolled her eyes and thought 'I never want you to come over. You're a creep," but she knew she couldn't say that. "I am actually already in bed and mom fell asleep in the living room, I don't want her to wake up, not to mention I have to get up early. I'm seeing a patient tomorrow morning."

"Alright then. I do want to start planning the wedding though.'"

"I know you do. Bye." She hung up. Her phone rang again but seeing it was Thomas, she let it go to voicemail. She looked over at the dress. "Not to mention, I deserve a little excitement in my life."

Dr. Quinzel was behind the desk at 6:45. She quickly checked a small mirror. Her make-up was perfect. Her red lipstick popped with the dress. Her skin was smooth and she even put a bit of glitter on. It was the first time in a long time, she felt sexy.

The officer led The Joker in, but he was wearing the straight jacket. "

I said I needed his jacket off! I need Mister J to sign some documents."

"I don't think that's a good idea. He's really dangerous."

"If you're too afraid to do it, leave and I'll do it."

"Oh, you are a fun one, Harley." The Joker smiled at her.

"Dr. Quinzel, we don't want to get in trouble with the Sergeant. It's bad enough that you insisted we bring him to you and not saying anything."

"I'm his doctor. If you mention this to anyone including my father, I will make sure you are …."

"I know fired, fired. I got it, but I cannot remove the jacket. You want that done, you do it yourself." The guards walked out leaving the Joker smiling at her.

"Fucking cowards," she rolled her eyes.

"Harley, Harley, Harley, - look at you. You changed everything overnight." He said admiring her make-up. "I think I like when you do things for me."

She walked up to the Joker who looked her up and down.

"Who said I did it for you?" She untied the straight-jacket.

"And stockings." He let out a sound that could only be described as sexual. "They're fishnets. That's very promising." His tone was so dark it made her knees practically buckle.

"Well, sometimes I like dressing up." She looked into the Joker's eyes without a hint of fear. She walked in front of him and helped strip the jacket off. "There, that's better." He stood before her in a purple suit that fit him perfectly.

"Another purple suit. You must have so many connections."

She saw he wasn't responding so she dropped it.

"You look good in purple and green. It brings out your eyes and hair and complexion."

He leaned in. "Glad you noticed. Now, Let's see what the lovely doctor decided to wear." Before she knew what was going on, he had untied her white jacket and had it on the floor. "Oh, how I know you, Harley." He ran his hand down her side. "This is a great little number and it's new." She felt his fingers dance on her skin and let it happen. "I can tell."

"Ummm...yeah, well I bought it awhile back. I just never wore it."

"You never had a reason to. This is not a dress that Dr. Quinzel would wear, but for Harley Quinn, it's perfect."

"Thanks, thank you Mister J." She found herself lingering and taking in his compliment. Even when his hand fell behind her and to her rear, she said nothing.

"I need you..."

"You need me?"

Momentarily, she returned to planet earth, "I need you to sign that stuff." Her thoughts spun out of control, "please sit because we have work to do."

He ran his hand up and down a few more times and she naturally moved in the same direction of his hand. When he slid his fingers up her back, she would raise her chest out, and when he lowered them to her rear, she'd push against his hand.

After a few moments, he took a step back. "Okay, we'll do this your way, but only because you said please."

"What do you want to know?" He sat on the bench and it took her a moment to walk forward. She sat down and took a deep breath. She bit her bottom lip as her mind raced. The hundred questions she wanted to ask were at the tip of her tongue, but he was so wonderfully distracting. She couldn't take her eyes off of him and couldn't stop her body from reacting to him. He saw her lips trembling and watched her try to get herself together and fail.

"It's alright. I'll start" he was direct. "Do you have any ribbons in your bag?"

"Ribbons?"

"Hair ribbons. I want to see you put your hair up in ponytails - one on each side."

"I think so…" she said and without thinking tore through her purse and took out two hairbands. She pulled her hair to each side and put it up. "I actually love wearing my hair like this. This is the way I wear it when I go to bed."

"Tell me more." He said leaning in.

"There's nothing...nothing else to tell." She couldn't hide her stammering.

"I don't believe that for a minute. I want you to do me a favor,"

"Alright, what would you like me to do?" She asked in a tone that revealed she was all too willing.

"Where to start with that question…." He took a deep breath. "Your hair, wear it that way from now on: day, night, in bed, on the floor, on this table, standing, kneeling, anywhere you happen to be."

"Okay...Sure...I mean I'll do it." She said and took a deep breath, "Mister J, may I ask you something?"

"That's why we're here,"

"I know you despise psychiatrists and doctors. Why did you ask for me?"

"Harley, you know why. You're special to me."

"because I wear what you tell me to?"

His teeth shined brightly as a Cheshire grin appeared on his face. "A lot of stupid people do what I say when I say, but you're not stupid. You're smart. You read my files. You hear all the horrible things that the doctors and newscasters have said, but can't seem to help yourself with me. That's definitely part of the attraction."

"You're attracted to me? You know, I like to form my own opinion about people." She knew that a line had now been crossed that could never be uncrossed. She felt herself growing excited and let her hand slowly fall to her leg and then up to her inner thigh. She moved against the seat, her body trying to satisfy the need her mind refused to acknowledge.

She saw him looking under the table and the urge to give him a show overpowered her. She widened her legs, lifted her dress and ran her finger against her panties.

His eyes were on her as a hungry sound escaped him. "As much as I love this sight, I can do better than that. Come over here. Now." He was demented and sick and wild and Harley dove in free-falling into his madness.

She rose from her bench and slowly, carefully, walked toward him fully aware that her red heels caught his eyes as they gleamed in the light.

She stopped aside him and stood waiting in anticipation of what he would do. He touched her leg and she couldn't help but lean in to him as he ran his hand up and down her thigh. Her fingers brushed through his hair.

"Gymnastics did you well,"

"Thank you,"

He stood up in front of her. He was silently daring her to make a move. His hand was wandering between her legs nearly at her center. She took a deep breath, moved forward and brushed her lips against his lightly. An electric shock ran through her body.

She went to kiss him again, but instead he took over. His mouth was on hers and his tongue demanded her lips part. He withdrew his hand from her thigh and placed it roughly on her rear and secured his other arm around her waist as he kissed her hard. She wrapped herself in his embrace and kissed him back letting her tongue wander his mouth.

He pulled away and straightened out his suit. She folded her hands in front of her. She knew he liked control and didn't mind giving into that.

"You wanna be my little sex kitten?" He said touching her mouth with his fingertip. She took his finger in her mouth. "Purr for me"

She rolled her tongue and made the noise he craved. He listened for a moment breathing heavily and then in an instant his mouth was on hers and his tongue owned her yet again.

He broke away. "Get on the table. Now, come on."

She stepped on the bench and then sat in front of him on the table. She was both flustered and excited. Her chest was moving up and down. The more she waited, the more lust filled her every cell. He kicked the bench across the room.

"the bozo in blue doesn't do it for you, does he Harley?"

"No, he doesn't." She said honestly. He roughly pushed her thighs open with his legs as he bent down and rested his arms on the table. He was only inches away from her sex and watched while his mere presence made her more and more aroused.

"He doesn't make you wet?"

"No. Never. Not even once. I don't want him. I don't want to think about him. I want you. I think about you. All last night, I couldn't stop. I couldn't stop touching myself."

"You should've come here. I would've taken a night visit."

"I should've." Her body was already reacting as she lifted herself up and down. Thomas wanted to come over and I couldn't. I couldn't see him."

"I know. I heard." He pulled her forward and kissed her hard again. "It's not your fault. How could you see him when you were thinking of me? The disappointment would've been endless."

"You tapped my phone. Clever." She said nonchalantly. He bit her ear as she groaned loudly. "hush now, you don't want the guards to rush in, do you?"

"No." she whispered "I want you. I need this more than anything. I've never – oh God, I've never wanted anyone like this before."

"Then take off that ring." He turned serious and dark. The mere glimpse of her promise to another made him a little red.

"Here, take it." She took if off and put it in his palm.

He put the ring in his pocket and then raked his hands over her breasts, satisfied with her loyalty. His fingers quickly drifted down to her legs. "The reason I love fishnets," he said as he pulled them apart, "is they're so easy to tear."

"M-i-s-t-e-r J, you are fire." She said almost in a trance. She raised her waist begging him to touch her.

"And you're the girl sticking her hand in the flame. You know, Harley," He spoke as he licked and bit her inner thigh. "I could do anything right now. I could kill you." Lick. "I could fuck you and then kill you." Bite. "Hell, I could kill you and then fuck you." Harder bite. He broke the skin but she didn't care.

"I have a request, Mister J."

"Yeah…" he said and then ran his finger against her panties. "so wet for me. Such a naughty girl. I'm sorry what was your request"

"Oh fuck, If you are going to kill me, just please please fuck me, first."

He began laughing. "You did ask nicely," he pushed her down on the table and climbed on top of her. He was so hard against her. "I can feel you. Oh, that is all you." She wrapped one leg around him to feel him even closer. He pushed her dress down exposing her red bra.

"Haven't been with a real man in a while, huh Harley?"

"Judging by you I'd say this is the first time." She began circling herself around his hardness. "I want to be yours. Own me."

"I already do." His body was piercing hers. The sensation was driving her wild. The Joker watched as Harley's body desperately tried to fuck him through his clothing. "Good girl, that's it, take what you want." he said and moved her head up to bite her neck.

He ripped off her bra and his mouth was immediately on her breasts. He would gently lick her and then bite until he tasted blood. His fingers ran down her side and then up her thigh until it reached the center.

"Oh God Mister J."

"I don't know about you Kitten, but God has nothing to do with me. I just know where to touch you. I know how to touch you." He flicked her warmth causing an even more intense need in her. He saw her flinch as she moaned once more.

"I want to feel you. I want to feel you inside of me."

"Beg me. Say it." She began to gyrate on his hand. He pulled it away and when she went to lower her own hand, he pinned both of hers down. "I said beg me, Harley. Say what you want. Let me hear you beg me to fuck you."

She pushed her head hard against the table. "Please fuck me. I'll do whatever you want. I just need it." She was trembling while saying it unable to stop her body from moving against nothing.

He unzipped his pants, took himself out, pushed her panties aside and without warning entered her hard. She couldn't help but yell out in pleasured pain. It was as if his body was made to be in hers. He was Adam and she Eve. Her climax washed over her. She rocked against him matching each of his hard strokes and grunts. "There, oh there, there," she came again and again against him. When he felt her body twitching, he pushed harder making her feel his full length.

She moved her body in a circular motion to get him to the edge. "I want to feel you come inside of me."

"You want that." He said still thrusting.

"Yes, yes. Please"

"That is the magic word." He pinned her hands up behind her, grunted hard and spilled his seed in her.

He rolled off of her, stood up as her body still moved. He buckled his pants and straightened his suit. She remained for a few moments leaving her bare breasts fully exposed and letting her fingers dance on her twitching sex.

"Harley," The Joker's tone became demanding and it woke her from her orgasmic heaven.

She sat up still out of breath, pulled up her dress and nodded. "Yeah, puddin…."

"Break up with Thomas, tonight. I don't care what you tell him, but if he touches you" he laughed a bit and then grabbed a-hold of her chin roughly. "he'd be touching something that's mine – and I can't have that."

She nodded quickly. "I'll call him now if you want. I'll do whatever you want."

"I want." He said in a serious enough tone that she jumped off the table, fixed her dress and retrieved her cell. She put Thomas on speakerphone.

"Harleen, I'm glad you called. We need to get this wedding together."

"It's Harley," Harley smiled at The Joker who moved his fingers forward as if to tell her to keep talking. "It's Harley Quinn now. I changed my name and I changed some other stuff. Listen, I don't want to marry you. I don't love you. I really can't stand you. My dad was harassing my mom about the whole damn thing and you were a dick and encouraged him to do it until I said 'yeah' but I don't want to marry you and I'm not going to."

"What? Harleen? What's going on? I don't know what you're talking about, but I'm coming over right now…"

"Oh but now's not a good time," The Joker grabbed the phone and began pacing wearing the confidence of a man who owned the world. "Tommy boy, Joker here. You really need to take a hint. You see, Harley is a bit out of it because I just fucked her on the visiting table here at Arkham and she is a tired little thing after what she's been through. Isn't that right, Harley?"

"Yes. I can still feel you." She rubbed her genuinely sore legs.

"Poor Harley. I can't even imagine what her insides are going through. Harley, baby, lift your dress for me. Show me your wetness." She did as she was told and stood before him fully exposed. "Good girl. Yeah, Redmond. I can see why you'd want her, but there's no way you could handle Miss Quinn. She needs a real man who knows more than missionary position and you don't fit the bill. Say goodbye, pumpkin…"

"Bye Tommy…wish I could say it was fun."

The Joker hung up on Thomas and looked at Harley. She went to lower her skirt, but he raised his hand.

"Give me a moment. Touch yourself."

She began rubbing herself in front of him. She lifted one leg and extended it on the table to give him a better show.

"You are something amazing, Mister J." She said as she penetrated herself. "Uh-huh, yes, yes," she whispered until she shuddered coming again. "The things you do to me."

"and this is just the intro." He walked over to her and lowered her dress to its normal position. She withdrew her hand.

"I never felt like this."

"You want more?" He kissed her lips hotly. "How much more of me do you want?" He asked looking her dead in the eyes.

"I want all of you" She said without hesitation.

"Tommy, your father and all of Gotham PD will be here in the next ten minutes. If you want me, you gotta get me out of here."

It didn't take a second for her to think of a plan. "Hold me hostage," She put her white jacket on and tied it trying to look as kept as possible. She then grabbed a knife from her purse and handed it to him.

"You are a brave girl," He opened it, brought it to her neck and purposely pinched it a bit causing it to bleed. He licked it away. "This should be fun." He smiled.

"Showtime, puddin." She said, kissed him hard and then screamed for what sounded like dear life. The guards came barreling in, machine guns drawn.

"Don't do anything stupid!" The Joker warned. "I will slice and dice this sexy little kitten into 1000 pieces and who here wants to explain that to her daddy?"

The guards backed up. "I told you not to take off the jacket!"

"I'm sorry!" Harley yelled in mock fear. "I thought it would be fine."

"Okay. Listen Whatever you want? Just let Dr. Quinzel go."

"This sounds like, Let's make a deal. One of my favorite game shows. Okay, let's make a deal. You give me your guns and I'll let the doc go." The guards looked at each other and tightened their grip on their weapons.

"DO IT!" Harley yelled. "If I die, my father will kill you both."

They reluctantly put the guns down and their hands up.

"Good job, men." The Joker told them and then released his grip on Harley. "You're free to do whatever you want."

Harley quickly lunged and had both guns in her hand before the guards knew what was happening. She tossed one to The Joker. "Gymnastics." She said with a smile.

The Joker shot both men in the head and took a deep breath. "I love the smell of gun powder."

Harley saw a cop down the hall, from the corner of her eye. He was trying to hide. "Hold on, puddin. We got a sneak. I don't like sneaks." She shot the officer dead and then nodded. "Okay, now, we're clear."

"And you're a good shot!" He smiled and hit her on the rear. "Let's get out of here. I want to get you home. I have so many toys to show you."

"I don't know if I should be scared or turned on," she said following him.

"Both," He replied with all the seriousness in the world.

They got to the parking lot and she led him to her red convertible corvette. "Give me the keys."

"Why do you get to drive?" She asked handing them to him and getting in the passenger side.

"Because you're going to be too busy putting me in that beautiful little mouth of yours." He said starting the car, pulling her near on top of him and racing out of the parking lot. "You know how long I've been wanting to fuck you?"

"How long?" She asked feeling herself grow more excited.

"Come here and find out. Give daddy what he likes."

"This is the biggest rush I've ever had and you, YOU are the sexiest man in the world." She confessed and then licked his neck.

"Put those lips to good use and show me how sexy I am," he said driving 90 miles an hour with one hand on the wheel and using his other to push Harley's head downward.

She let out a giggle and unzipped his pants letting out his fully erect cock. "You are amazing," She admired the length and width for a moment and then touched him lightly.

"Don't play with me, kitten. I don't like gentle and I hate slow." He said breathing deep.

She lowered her mouth and began licking and sucking the shaft.

"That's it. That's my girl." He shoved himself upward urging her to take him in wholly. The gas pedal was to the ground.

She tasted every part and reveled when he let out approving guttural groans. She was taking him fully in her mouth, when the car abruptly stopped. She would've fallen forwards had he not held her still. She brought her head up and looked around and noticed she was in a garage. "Are we home?"

"keep going."

He pushed her head down hard and she lowered her mouth back onto him. He started thrusting faster and faster fucking her mouth. His breaths became short and she could feel him nearly there. She wrapped her tongue around his shaft and rolled her hand against him moving up and down quickly.

He came in her mouth and held her until while she swallowed and licked him clean.

She flung back against the passenger side and rested her arm on him, while he put himself back in his pants.

"Yeah, we're home, come on." He got out of the car and held the door for her. She got out quickly and followed him inside the dark home. "Oh I love this." The purple and green color scheme was gorgeous. "I love this."

"Good. He took a shot of whiskey from the small bar he had in the living room and gave her a shot which she swallowed just as quick. She then licked her lips.

"Let's get you to the bedroom." He lifted her an inch or so off the ground and he had her dress off before she even realized it was gone.

He tossed her on the bed.

"Mister J, today was the most fun I have had my whole life. It's like there was a part of me missing."

He laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of him. He pushed his cock against her hard. He was already fully erect and ready to go. "And I filled it?"

"Yeah you did," She said and then began moving against him. She withdrew him from his pants once again and then took off her panties. She lowered herself on him. The sensation of him entering made her moan loudly. She began grinding her hips against him and tightening herself on him. "You're like a machine."

"Too much for you?" He asked. "I'd been in that nuthouse for almost a year. So, daddy's ready to play. Can you keep up?"

"Oh yeah, I can keep up."

"Good girl - back there, killing that cop without a thought. That was good." He let out a grunt as he thrust up. "And already being up for round two despite our little workout. I like that too."

"My body is ALWAYS ready for you." She moved her waist up and down quickly. He groaned again as she went back and forth, and up and down. "and I'm flexible," she bragged.

The Joker opened his eyes and pulled her hair hard. "What would you do for me, huh?" He said staring at her.

"Anything. Name it. Die for you. Kill for you. " Her body was already on the brink.

He jerked his hips up hard.

"You're my prize….my toy….you're JUST for me."

His words sent her over the edge. "Only for you, Mister J. Just you."

"You say the right things." He flipped her over and begin fucking her fast. "How's that feel?"

"Harder...harder...harder...More…." She wanted him to know she could take him, anywhere, anytime. She could handle it.

He held on to the headboard and forced himself into her so hard that her head flung backward. "You like that?" He asked unrelenting.

"More," she demanded, pushing back and meeting every thrust. "You're a fucking God," Her nails dug deeply into his skin. The deeper she dug her nails, the harder he fucked her.

She was hit hard and came again. Her moan echoed through the house. He grunted one last long time and let his climax spill over her. His tongue traveled from her waist to her neck as her body continued to spasm.

She tried to catch her breath. "It's this part. Right now. It's like an after-shock." She said taking his hand and resting it on her wet sex. ". You make me alive." She sat up and kissed him hard. "I need a cigarette. Haven't had one since I was 16, but I need one."

He went into the drawer by the bed, pulled a lighter and cigarette out and lit it. He took a long drag and then handed it to her. She sat up on her elbows took it in and handed it back.

"We gotta get some serious cash. Money is power. The Gotham PD froze my accounts when they threw me in the pen."

"Assholes," she said shaking her head but he noticed she wore a victorious smile.

"Are you in the afterglow, my dear or do you have an Ace up your sleeve." He took one last puff and put it out.

"I don't know. Do you consider 3.5 million or so, an Ace?"

The Joker turned to her and smiled sensing she was serious. "Where, when and how, doll-face?"

"Not so fast," she waved her finger. "If I tell you, you gotta grant me a wish."

He got on top of her and pushed her down hard. "Harley, don't mess around with me." He rested his arm on her neck forcefully, but not enough to cut off the air.

"I'm not. I wouldn't. I swear. You'll get every dime."

He relaxed his hold and his demeanor lightened as quickly as it had grown dark. "Okay, kitten what's your wish?"

"I want to be like you…" she touched his face.

"Be like me?"

"Yeah, I mean your skin, your lips, your hair – I know there's some chemical that does this. I want it. I don't want to be made in anyone's image but yours. Make me in your image."

He nodded and slowly got off of her. "I can arrange that." He took her hand and ran it over his neck. "You want to be like this…"

"Yes, I want to feel your skin on my face and on my body." She closed her eyes getting aroused at the thought of it.

"It's very painful."

"I want the pain. Every moment of it. Please."

He licked his lips. "I knew you were something special," he brought her fingers to his lips and grazed each one with his teeth. "And the cash?"

"Right," she smiled and opened her eyes. "My father, the honorable sergeant, has been bribed, stole from the evidence room, lied about how much money he found during stakes, he's a complete scumbag. He has a safe in his office and I know his password."

"And there's 3.5 million in there…"

"At least. Probably, more like 4…"

He let out a near orgasmic grunt. "Good girl."

"Just one more thing…" she held her finger up. "You can kill my father-you can do whatever you want to that hypocrite asshole. If Tommy is there, we can shoot him, stab him, whatever. I don't care about him at all. My mom is the only one … You gotta leave her out of it. I mean, if we gotta tie her up, that's fine, but my mom's been hurt enough for 2 lifetimes. She's a doormat who tried her best and she's not like the rest of the world. My dad and sis tried to lock her up in Arkham and I wouldn't let them. Oh and speaking of my sis, she's uptight as hell. Her name is Pam and she's married to Officer Pollock..."

"James Pollock - I hate that guy."

"Me too. He's a douchebag. They'll probably be there waiting for me to return, apologize and agree to marry Tommy so we may have to improvise with them, but as long as my mom makes it out – I don't care."

"Mommy will survive. You have my word..."

"I knew you'd understand. Thanks. I kind of wanted to go by home to pick up some of my stuff anyways so this works out." She hugged The Joker. "We gotta be careful with my dad. He has 3 cellphones. His work, his regular and the one for his whores – we have a house phone, and he has 4 guns in the house. He always has one on him."

"I'm not worried." He said looking at her. He touched her face. "Sgt. Daddy, other than having whores, what else did he do?"

"What didn't he do." Harley sort of laughed as she fought back tears. "The latest was this" she moved her hair away from her shoulder and showed a deep wound that was turning into a scar. "This was for me saying I wasn't marrying Tommy at that god awful engagement party. Half of Gotham was there. Tommy stood there looking at the floor and at the ceiling and everywhere other than a my father beating me. Prick. I held my ground and still said no, but then Daddy Dearest decided to hurt me the one way he knew he could. He said he'd send my mom to Arkham if I didn't agree. She's not well, but she doesn't need to be in a hospital. I hate this fucking town. Everybody heard him say this shit and no one did anything. What could I do?"

"Kill them all."

"Yeah," she nodded getting revved. "That's what I want."

"Why did daddy Sgt. want you to marry Redmond?"

"Power. Tommy keeps quiet about all of my dad's bullshit. Tommy and James kissed my father's ass, gave him money. So many cops did that and the single ones like Tommy did it even more. Me and my sis basically bought me off an auction. The only difference is I didn't want to be put up for sale."

The Joker kissed the wound and let out a laugh. "Well, it'll be fun to see how much daddy Sgt. likes power when his insides are on his outsides. First things first, let's grant your wish before we hit the road. Let's show the family that Doctor Harleen Quinzel is officially dead."

"Long live Harley Quinn!" She smiled.

The Joker brought her into the basement and as he went down the stairs he gently took her hand and guided her down. He was rough and demented and dark, but there was also an old- fashioned classy romantic style he displayed. She loved it all.

Once downstairs, The Joker turned on the light and revealed a large vat of bubbling liquid. On the side it said "ACE CHEMICALS,"

"Home delivered?"

"When they remodeled a few years ago, I borrowed some."

She walked over eagerly. "Then, this really is the stuff?" she went to put her hand in but he stopped her.

"Careful. Once this is done, there's no going back."
"I don't want to go back. I just want to go forward"

A groan of pleasure escaped his lips. "You'll belong to me. Every part of you."

"I already do. Don't you know, Mister J, you own my soul."

"The Joker stared at her and smiled. He pointed to the ladder and she walked up. At the top step, he started counting.

"1, 2…"

"3" She said and then dove in as if it were a swimming pool.

He watched her become engulfed in the bubbles. All the pigment from her skin began disintegrating in the liquid. Her skin, just moments ago dark and tanned was now white as blow. 'Beautiful' He was mesmerized by the sight.

Harley's blonde hair now had bright red strands mixed it on one side and bright dark blue strands mixed in on the other. Her loyalty, her willingness to surrender, to fight the world but to give in to him – it was a powerful aphrodisiac. He never wanted a woman more.

He jumped in after a few moments brought her to the surface and placed her gently on a makeshift deck and shower he had next to the vat.

She was still unconscious when he put on the water. He made sure it was warm and then washed her and himself off. She slowly came to and noticed her hand right away. If she felt pain, she didn't show it.

"It worked! Puddin, you did it." She touched her own skin. "You did this. You're a God and this basement is like Eden."

He shut the water off, walked up to her and pulled her close. "I'm YOUR God. That's all that matters. Now, let's go get our money." He kissed her hard and she kissed him just as hard backing him against the wall. Energy surged through her.

"Everything you are is on me, inside of me. I can feel you. You made me." She was still gleaming and glowing in her own skin. "I want to rule the world with you."

"We go to the house. Kill a bunch of people. Bring the money back here and then I promise I will bring you to the darkest most depraved place you could ever dream of." He laughed hauntingly.

"I can't wait"

Upstairs, he rounded up a group of men and gave them orders. Meanwhile, Harley was getting dressed. She put her panties and torn fishnets back on, she had a pair of red and blue shorts in her bag and a plain white shirt with a red collar that stretched to the shoulders. "Too plain," she thought and then noticed a gold marker on the desk and grabbed it. "Property of Joker" she wrote on it and then threw it on. As she stepped out of the room, she heard The Joker say, "No one hurts mother. She's off limits. We get there, and you two bring the mother in the back bedroom."

"I thought no one was off limits. You getting soft cuz of this chick?" One of the guys said with a laugh.

The Joker laughed. "Good one. That's a good one." The man stopped laughing and stammered out an apology. It wasn't enough as The Joker shot him in the chest. "Anyone else want to share commentary about Harley. I am open to any suggestions."

Harley broke out laughing, "Bang Bang, he's dead." She called over as The Joker turned around. Not taking his eyes off of her he yelled to them, "Get rid of the body and be in the van in 3 minutes."

The Joker led her out and into the back of a large white van.

"You see what I wrote on my shirt…" She pushed out her chest proudly.

"I like that. I'll put it on you permanently when we get back. You sure you know the password."

"yep, it's 09131992Alicia… It's the most recent whore's birthday and her name. Yeah, he's a class act." She grabbed a gun from the floor and loaded it.

"1992, So he went young…"

"Yep, same age as me…actually 8 months younger than me. We were in the same class. She was a friend." She grew angrier as she spoke.

"Look at me, Harley."

Harley knelt in front of him as if he were the messiah and she his disciple.

"It's just me and you. These guys, are dispensable. I can go down to Main Street or Wayne Blvd and pick up 1000 other just like them. You and me though, we're the same now – same species – same organism – same skin. I need you to be strong for me? No going back, you understand right?"

"YES." She said with a definitive answer. "Everything you've ever said is right. Life really IS just one big joke. I'm just not going to be the punchline anymore."

The Joker nodded and then kissed her hotly as the men loaded in the van. He broke away. "Drive," he ordered.

They arrived at the house and the men surrounded it as the Joker helped Harley from the van.

Four of the men entered the back entrance and two entered with The Joker and Harley.

Chaos ensued as the men ordered the whole family to sit down. They patted Sgt Quinzel down.

"Get his cell phones and all his guns. He definitely has one on his right side." Harley ordered and then turned softly to her mother. "Mom, don't freak out. You're going to walk with these two gentlemen and they're going to put you in the back bedroom. They're not gonna hurt you, but you just gotta listen to them. We're here cuz I just need to pick up a few things." She looked at the men who began walking with her mom. "If you hurt her, I will cut your dicks off and feed them to Mister J's hyenas."

"I'd listen to her. Bud and Lou do have very odd tastes." The Joker warned with a glare.

They nodded and walked her mother down the hall.

"Harleen? What the hell is going on?" the Sergeant said looking over his daughter.

"It's Harley, now. Harley Quinn. I gave up your last name because you're a bad person and Mister J came up with a much better - much more fitting name." She caught eye of her sister who was being tied up. "Oh puddin, that's my sister Pam, the uptight one I told you about. Pam meet the Clown Prince of Gotham, Mr. J" She was smiling proudly when she said it. "and of course douchebag James is here." She sighed and turned to the men. "James is a cop so check him and check Tommy really good too. They get trained to be sneaky. I hate sneaks. I hate cops."

"Me too." The Joker smiled menacingly when he saw Thomas. "And, here he is - in the flesh - Thomas Redmond. We talked earlier. I'm sorry, we had to let you go so quickly." The men tied Tommy up as The Joker motioned for Harley. "Crawl to me, kitten."

She seductively got on all fours and crawled to him. Once she reached him she purred like a kitten.

He reached out his hand and helped her stand. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. He pulled her close, so that she stood directly in front of her ex.

"Tell little Tommy what we did today." He kissed her neck.

"My God, Harleen, you're all white. What the hell did he do to you? That's my fiancé. Get your hands off of her."

"He did everything to me – over and over and over again." Harley didn't care if she was alone or if everyone in the country was in the room. When the Joker was near her, she wanted him.

"It had just been so long since Harley had a good time, and she had an itch that she begged me to scratch." The Joker began rubbing her breasts with one hand and her upper thigh with the other. "She's so insatiable." The Joker moved his hand from her leg to her center.

She instinctively fell onto him and widened her legs. She closed her eyes and moved her body against him.

The Joker took the ring Tommy had given Harley out of his pocket. "Nice rock." The Joker ran it over Harley's breast. "I know you wanted it to bring my sex toy some good times. Since you're not UP to the task, I'll take care of it." Brazenly, he rubbed the diamond against Harley's nipple until it grew so hard it could be seen through the shirt.

"You know every place…" she mumbled through small moans of ecstasy.

"What about this place?" He whispered in her ear as he brought the ring down to her sex. She rocked against it and lowered her hand to hold his still. The Joker could feel her wetness on his fingers.

He laughed knowing she couldn't resist him even then. "Right here, baby, come for me. Show Tommy what a real man can do for you."

Her body tightened as her clit began pulsating. She closed her legs on his arm and moved up and down. Everything disappeared as she was rocked to the core. "There, and there, Yes, Oh God, Mister J." Her nails dug into The Joker's hand.

"HARLEEN! Wake up! What the hell are you doing and what happened to you? What did this maniac do to you?"

She didn't respond. She took a few deep breaths and then opened her legs enough to let the Joker's arm free.

"Purr for me, kitten." He devilishly said as he ran her own wetness against her lips.

She did so for him until he stopped her with a kiss. "Go get the cash. I'll be there in a few." He hit her rear and watched her walk down the hall. "She is something special, isn't she Tommy?"

"What did you do to her?"

"I created her. I'm Frankenstein and she's my monster."
"You brainwashed her!"

"Whatever I did, she's my little sex kitten now – does whatever I say." He eyed Tommy, "I can see that you still want her." The Joker spotted a bright gold gaudy Cross on his neck. "and you're a Christian."

"Yes, Yes I am. Are you?"

"No, but that doesn't matter. You are; and The Bible says, if your eye causes you to sin, gouge it out. You gotta follow the rules" He took a knife from his pocket and stuck it deeply into Tommy's left eye. Tommy screamed in pain and the Joker just laughed. "It isn't nice to look at another man's woman especially when that man is me."

The Joker looked around the room and smiled the most genuine smile he had in years. "I'm going to have so much fun with you and the good ole Sgt." He then turned his attention to his men. "Keep them tied up and watch them. Especially, Tommy boy and the Sgt. Any trouble, kill them."

He walked over to Harley who was down the hall. "Over here," She called from her father's office. The Joker walked in and was shocked to see, Harley was already loading the cash from the safe.

"Look at you, baby." He smelled the money and ran a stack through his fingers. "You did real good."

"Thank you." She gave him a smile, "I heard Tommy yelling. What'd ya do?"

"Nothing big. Not yet. So, what are we looking at – dollar figure?"

"I got it all but that one last pack down there. It's another 10 grand bringing us up to nearly 5 million dollars."

"That's my girl."

"Could you give me a lift so I can get that last stack." She was a little seductive in her tone and played with the bottom of her shirt a bit showing off her slim, bright white stomach.

He walked over and wrapped his arm tightly around her and lifted her placing his fingers right against her shorts. He put her up against the wall and nearly into the safe while he penetrated her.

"My insatiable little kitten, are you playing a game? I know you could've gotten that all by yourself."

He started pushing in her harder.

She began riding him quickly. "YES… YES….."

Her climax washed over her entire body. She grabbed the safe as her body shook. He then put her on the ground and held her still as she nearly lost her balance.

"All wet. Bad girl," He said in mock disapproval as he placed his fingers in front of her. "Taste it,".

She sucked on his fingers. "That's all your doing, but it tastes good." She said with a smirk. She easily pulled herself back up to the safe and grabbed the last stack. "You were right. That was easy." She smiled at him. "Here's your money, Mister J." She handed him the bag.

He fanned some of the stacks. "Where can we go in this house to really celebrate."

"I gotta run to my bedroom and grab some clothes and stuff - change out of my panties."

"Your bedroom. Yes, let's go grab some things out of your bedroom."

She led him to the first door on the left and opened it. The décor was bright pink. She had a twin size bed. He sat down. "This is a horrible room. It's too bright and dull. No wonder you went crazy and ran off to my circus."

She started laughing.

"You, Harley, get the joke. I may just keep you. Show me what you want to take."

She looked at her clothing and grabbed some other items she had bought from her friend's party. Tight leather and lace lingerie and clothing. She grabbed some high heeled white and black boots and put them next to him.

She went into her drawer and grabbed her sexy panties and bras that hadn't been worn.

"These are fun and all brand new."
"I never had a reason to wear them before."

"Really - never?"

"Never. No one ever knew the buttons to push with me." She took off her shirt revealing her breasts and then slipped out of her shorts. The Joker leaned back on the bed and watched.

"You on the other hand….do things to me." She let her palm run down her neck to her breast it moved downward and underneath her panties to her center. "Just thinking about you makes me come." Her hips buckled a bit at she began stroking herself faster.

"That's it Harley, bring yourself there."

She opened her legs and began a circling motion with her hips. Her head fell back "OH, Mister J."

He pulled her to him and pushed her on the bed. He knelt in front of her. "Keep touching yourself." He ordered as he slid off her shoes, fishnets and panties. He started leaving small bites on her leg and inner thigh. He watched as her movements on her hand became quicker. He forcefully took her hand in his and harshly touched the spot he knew would get her. "It's right here" he said into her ear.

"OH FUCK!" she cried out to his delight. He already had his cock out and was pressing it against her.

"Say you want it." He said roughly in her ear. "Loud enough for everyone to hear."

She stared him dead in the eye and yelled out. "Fuck me, Mr. J! Fuck me. I want it! I want it! I'll do whatever you want just please." She was pushing against his cock, her body pleading for him to enter. With full force he obliged. He pulled her hair hard and stuck his tongue in her mouth. She jerked her hips up to him.

"That's it. Fuck me back. Fuck me back." He let out a few small grunts. "Purr…show me you're a good little sex kitten, purr, for daddy."

She purred until he hit the right spot again. "OH, I'm there, Mister J. I'm there.. I'm here. Don't stop. Don't stop." Words changed to sounds of pleasure. He came hard and groaned.

After a few moments, he got dressed and helped her up. He threw her clothes in a bag as she slipped on her shirt and a new pair of panties and shorts. "You are incredible." She kissed him again.

"Yes, I am. Let's go torture the Sgt. and show the family who you belong to. Unless, you changed your mind."

She leaned in and kissed him hard, her body shuddered. She licked her lips and danced her fingers against her sex. "I haven't changed my mind about anything." She purred once more making him smile.

"Then let's have some fun."

She giggled as he opened the door and walked out before her.

"So, anything happen while we were gone?" The Joker looked around.

Harley noticed Tommy's eye right away. She giggled and pointed causing the Joker to smile.

"Gimme a break. That's why he was yelling?" She shook her head.

"Yeah, apparently no appreciation for pain. He should've told me before I took his eye."

Harley burst out laughing. "Good one, Mr. J.

She then saw her sister staring at her with a disgusted look.

"Oh go to hell, Pam. You can think whatever you want. I gave up caring."

"Clearly! You have to stop this. You obviously need some help. You have something seriously wrong with your head. You always have."

The Joker walked up to Pam and struck her hard in the face with the barrel of his gun. "That wasn't a nice thing to say to your sister. Apologize."

Harley smiled and found herself to be standing taller. "Thank you, puddin." Pam's husband struggled to get up. The Joker cocked the pistol and shot him in the knee.

"I'll have to ask you to please remain in your seat."

Harley clapped in glee. "My guy is sexier than your guy, tougher than your guy and just shot your guy." She gushed.

The Joker turned to Pam and hit her again. "I said apologize to Harley."

"Leave her alone!" Sgt. Quinzel yelled over. "Get away from her and leave now! You want to take Harley, take her I don't care."

"As if you ever did." Harley chimed in.

"Come now, Sgt. It's Pam's turn now." The Joker moved closer to Pam. "Apologize to Harley"

Harley folded her arms. "I'm waiting."

"Leave me alone. Let dad go. Untie all of us and just leave."

The Joker rolled his head around and let out an annoyed grunt. "This is really easy. Pam, that's your name, right. It's fitting. It's an average name for an average girl. So Pam" The Joker knelt beside her and took out the knife he used to gouge Tommy's eye out. He placed it against Pam's mouth. "If you don't sincerely apologize to your sister, you won't ever be able to say another word again."

Harley blew a kiss to The Joker and then happily said, "So, Pam, is it an apology or snip-snip no more tongue?"

Realizing there was no way to reason, Pam nodded. "I'm sorry Harleen…" she slipped up and saw that the Joker was already pulling on her chin. "Harley. I'm sorry Harley. I was out of line. I'm just really scared, but I'm sorry."

"I, as the bigger person, accept your apology." Harley smiled.

"say 'thank you'" he ordered Pam.

"Thank you," she said with grit teeth.

"That was the first time she ever said sorry." Harley walked over smiling. "Even if you had to threaten to take her tongue out, it's an improvement. I should've done that years ago."

The Joker and Harley both laughed prompting the Joker's crew to laugh along. "Now, Let the games begin." He announced. "Since, the Sgt was so keen on interrupting. We'll start with him. What's your plan?"

Harley looked at her father. Every bad thing he ever did went through her mind. she turned back to the Joker. "Mister J, I want to kill him. After everything he did to my mom and me. I want to."

"Wow. I'm impressed. You want to be the one to actually put his lights out for good?" He asked as he placed both arms on her shoulder.

"Yes,"

The Joker reveled in the thought. "Ask me."

"Please. Please let me do it."

"How could I say 'no' to that face." he went to hand her the gun.

"Too easy for him." She grabbed a knife from the bag of money. "I want to use this."

"Oh, I like that." The Joker stepped out of the way and outstretched his arm to guide her directly to him.

Everyone began yelling, but neither Harley nor the Joker heard. Their focus was on the Sgt.

Harley turned to her father. "Dad do you recognize your hunting knife?" She leaned down and showed a scar down her right arm. "This is from our camping trip I was 7. I saw a deer eating grass and I pretended to be a dear and ate grass too. You said, if I acted like an animal you were gonna treat me like an animal. Well, dad you made me an animal and I've just been released from my cage. Mister J gave me the key."

Harley took the tape off her father's mouth. "Any last words?"

"For God sakes Harleen, I don't remember that at all. If I did do something like that it was to teach you right from wrong. You were wild and needed guidance."

"I needed love!" she yelled back. "You never care about me or mom. You only gave a damn about Pam because she jumped when you said how high, but all of that is over. You're going to get every ounce of pain you caused returned to you right now."

The Joker lightly leaned against Harley to get a view of the action. He grew anxious and aroused. His maniacal laughter drowned out the protests. "I have to see this. Guys keep the guns on the rest of the bunch. Harley, do it, do it baby. Make me proud."

"Harleen! Put that down. What are you thinking? What is wrong with you?" The Sgt pleaded.

"Come on," The Joker pushed himself into her backside. The gleam from the knife turned him on. "Do it, baby. Stab him. For everything he did to you and everything he did to your mom. Teach him a lesson."

"Don't listen to that freak! He's using you. Harleen, come on. I'll do better."

Harley took the knife and jabbed it deep in her father's stomach. "The name is Harley Quinn!" She kept stabbing him over and over again as she continued to yell. "Why is that so hard to remember? You remember every name of every whore you've ever been with. And Mister J, is not a freak. He's a fucking God!"

The Joker watched on gleefully fascinated with her intensity. He finally put his hand on her shoulder. "Here. Watch this!" he took the knife jabbed it into one lung, turned and then did the same to the other lung. He withdrew the weapon and handed it to Harley.

The Sargent's yells and protests became weaker and more confused.

"That was amazing, pumpkin. And now for the show." He pulled Harley close. She could feel him rock hard against her. Instinctively, she pushed back on his cock. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands underneath her shirt.

"Watch him bleed out. Look at the pain in his eyes. You did that. His whole pathetic life is just draining out of him." He kept his eyes on the Sgt but lowered his lips to Harley's neck and ran his hands down her waist letting his fingers dance between her legs.' "He's almost gone. Say goodbye,"

"Bye." She whispered already in a trance of ecstasy.

The Joker let out a near orgasmic sigh. "You did great. I knew red was your color." He whispered in her ear. "a beauty basking in the blood of her father – it's poetry. If there wasn't any work left, you'd be on the floor right now."

Harley turned to him and kissed him hard. She grabbed a pillow and lowered herself to all fours. Kneeling in front of him she spoke soft and seductively, "I can still be on the floor. If you want me here." Towering over her, he had a perfect viewing of her size D cleavage from her V neck shirt.

Pam started crying hysterically, "Get up! What is wrong with you? The guy is a fucking maniac. You just killed dad!"

Harley turned her head to her sister, but The Joker turned her face back to him. "Forget about her. She can wait. Let her wait. Let's do this." His hips were already moving in excitement. Harley could even feel the heat generating off his body. The energy was electric.

She nodded, "Whatever you say Mister J. You're the boss."

"Y'know, I'm going to explode in that beautiful little mouth of yours." He said and then turned to the nearest guard. "

Wipe down this knife and put it back in the bag. Blind fold the men, but only gag Pam. I want her to watch her beautiful little sister in action. Make sure she has a full view. I want her to see every second."

"You're a fucking sicko, a psycho, a depraved degenerate." Pam began yelling until the guards gagged her with a handkerchief. They followed the rest of his orders without question.

Harley kept her eyes on The Joker but couldn't help herself. "He's a degenerate. You fuck around with every loser cop at Arkham. Mister J is the only real man, you've ever met."

The Joker pet her head, "Don't tell her. Show her. I want her to see how my sexy little kitten pleases her depraved, degenerate God."

Harley licked her bright red lips, pouted and purred. She ran her hands over his backside. He jerked forward as her hands came to the front of his pants.

"Take off your shirt." He demanded.

"Yes, sir." She saluted, took it off and threw it down, playfully. Despite, just killing her father, she felt amazing.

"That's it. Are you gonna take me in your mouth like a good little girl?"

"Yes," she said eagerly licking her lips and running her hand over his cock. "God, you're so hard."

"Show Pam how much you can take - how much you can do. Oh, and how hungry you are? You want to taste me, baby?"

"Yes. Please." She took the zipper of his pants down with her teeth. His cock nearly jumped out with just a slight adjustment from The Joker. "Every time, I see you, oh God." A small tremor rocked her. "You're so beautiful." She licked his shaft and slid her hand around him.

Her yearning lips wrapped around his width and at the same she began working the length with her hands. Mister J rubbed his palm on the top of her head, urging her to take more. She complied.

He grabbed both ponytails and thrust himself into her. He was hard and rough and demanding, but she savored every moment of it.

She took all of him and moved her head quickly back and forth, up and down. She felt herself become wet, but wouldn't dare take her attention off him. She re-positioned herself on the pillow and widened her legs. She began rocking back and forth.

"Naughty, Harley. I like Naughty." Bobbing her head back and forth, she took one hand away to touch her own demanding sex..

"Good girl, right where I showed you baby." She ran her fingers underneath her shorts and inside of her, she pushed hard on her clit. Her moans echoed against his cock. Still, she didn't stop sucking him.

His focus was just on her mouth as he kept going in and out, faster and faster. He felt her tongue roll as she was purring against him and that was enough.

"Yeah, you're such a good little kitten." He held her still and came hard. He saw white drops falling from her mouth to her chest.

He motioned to her and without him saying a word she knew. She licked her fingers and rubbed his seed all over her breasts.

The Joker buckled his pants and let out a few heavy breaths. "See Pam, you could never do anything close to what Harley can." He said, still staring at his blonde-bombshell rocking her pussy. She was sitting with her legs stretched out and riding her hand. She continued with faster strokes until her entire body arched in ecstasy.

"sexy, strong, insatiable." The Joker kept all eyes on Harley. "She's my fucking masterpiece."

She yelled out as her juices spilled on the floor. "M-i-s-t-e-r J"

He waited a few moments, but as her breathing became a bit more normal. The Joker helped Harley stand and motioned to the guard to take off Pam's gag.

"If you were nicer to your sister, I'm sure she would've taught you a few things. You may still have a chance. You just have to understand that Harley and I own you. Maybe, if you're nicer now, she'll let you live. It's her call."

Harley put her shirt back on and listened to Mister J try to repair things with Pam. Harley loved hearing Mister J's eloquent attempt to patch things up, so it made her twice as angry when she heard Pam say. "What the hell is wrong with you? Harley is going to own me? She's a doormat slut who killed our father for a painted up fruitcake."

Harley ran right up to her sister and struck her across the face. "Don't ever disrespect Mister J. He is 1000 times what you and your no-class husband are worth. Do you know how many times your husband tried to kiss me or touch me and I had to tell him to get lost?"

"I didn't know that." The Joker took out his gun and shot him once more. "That's for being ill-behaved."

Harley looked over to the Joker, "Thanks puddin."

"Anything for you, pumpkin."

Harley refocused on Pam. "and then you put down Mister J. For the record, I am not a doormat. I just love listening to what Mister J says because he's always right. He freed me from the madness you call life."

"You're painted up like a clown. All that money invested in becoming a doctor is gone. Dad…." Pam fought back tears, "is gone, and for what? A bad camping trip?"

"Shut up! Shut up. Dad was an abusive asshole who deserved to die."

"He was our father. He put food on our table. He paid for our education. Maybe, he drank too much and raised his hand once or twice, but he wasn't a homicidal maniac!"

"He never abused you, Pam! You sat there and let me take every hit, cut, bruise, slap… he took knives to me and you did nothing! And look at what he did to mom!"

"He did it because you and mom wouldn't listen to him. And what about Tommy? You go from Tommy, a respectable officer who genuinely cared about you to this?" She pointed at the Joker who silently allowed Pam to bury herself. "You slum around with a mass murderer?"

This sent Harley over the edge. She straddled her sister and punched her in the face over and over again. "You'll never change! You'll never get it! You're just like dad! I really wanted you to change! Mr. J is the best thing that ever happened to me and he opened my eyes, but no you still want to stand on your mountain of indignant pride while you and your husband cheat on each other, dad steals from absolutely everyone and we're auctioned off to the highest bidder. You all just lie, cheat and steal and pretend you're the good guys. You're not. Nobody's good, but at least Mr. J admits it. He's honest about it. He doesn't hide who he is. He's magnificent and you can't even see it. He was gonna give you life and you degrade him."

"He's a sociopathic murderer! You are now a murderer! You broke him out of prison and now are giving him dad's millions. He doesn't give a damn about you. He cares about what you can do for him. For God sakes, he had you on the floor giving him fellatio."

"and I enjoyed every second of it. I love him inside of me anytime and anywhere. He's brilliant."

"Can you really look at yourself in the mirror and feel justified?"

"Absolutely. My only regret is that I didn't kill dad sooner."

The Joker watched her fight for a bit enjoying the show and then walked over to Harley. "Come here, kitten. Let's talk."

She got down from her sister and went to him.

"We're not done!" Pam yelled out. "I still have things to say."

"You're done talking to my pumpkin. You're upsetting her." The Joker called back.

He walked a few feet away with Harley. He sighed as if he didn't know what to do. "I say we kill Pam," he said nonchalantly. "She's insulting you. I don't like that."

Harley nodded. "Yeah, and you. How can anyone insult you? Fuck it. We gave her a chance."

"We did. We tried to reason with her, but she refused to respect you or take any responsibility. Blaming you for killing your father….ridiculous."

"Exactly. It was his fault."

"110% kitten. You did everything you could do." He took her in his arms and hugged her while a manipulative smile emerged on his face.

"You always understand me. You're going to go down in the history books as Gotham's Greatest Visionary."

"I hope so. So, we kill Pam?"

She nodded. "Shoot her." She motioned to The Joker's goons. "Shoot her and her stupid husband because I am not going to be explaining myself for the next 50 years and I'm not going to let her put me in jail because she'd snitch on a dime."

When the men didn't act The Joker looked at them. "Do as she says. Do whatever she says. Always." He kept Harley in a tight embrace. "I know this is difficult, but it's almost over. You did an amazing job today. I'm so proud of you."

"I adore you," she looked at him. "I do. I am madly in love with you."

He kissed her hotly and put her hand against his heart. "I heard what Pam was saying out there. I heard what you said too. Don't let her words torment you like your father's did. That's over. You never have to worry about that again. Whenever those voices show up, you just remember this: You are the Queen of Gotham. Anything you say goes. I'll make sure of it."

"Because you're the king,"

"Yeah, the King of Gotham is back and things are going to change around here."

"I can't wait. I just want you to rule the world and come for the ride."

"It's going to be one hell of a ride, baby. Just hold on tight."

They unloaded into Pam and her husband until all you could see was blood, bullets and holes. Then they turned the guns toward Tommy. "What now?"

The Joker looked at Harley. "It's your call. How should little Tommy die? We could give him the easy way out, bullet to the brain – or we could slice and dice him into a trillion unrecognizable pieces."

Tommy was now begging. "No, I didn't do anything. Just let me go and I won't say a word. I swear."

She ignored his pleas and turned to the Joker. "Umm, I kind of wanted to stab him into the trillion pieces, but we just cleaned the knife."

The Joker turned to her and took out the knife he cut Tommy with earlier. "No worries. It's easy to clean a knife. Plus, this one is better. It'll hurt more. See the edges. I'll get you one like this. I'll even engrave it."

"Awww. Mr. J, you make every experience perfect. Thank you," she leaned in and kissed him. "You always think of everything."

Tommy started to panic and tried to free himself. "What? Listen, HARLEY, Harley Quinn, I'm sorry for whatever I did. Please? Why? You don't have to do this."

"You're right, but I want to. The same way you wanted me to marry you knowing I wasn't interested. The same way you stood there while my father beat the shit out of me and threatened my mother. The same way you pounced on me like a teenage virgin knowing I found you detestable. Do you know how many showers I took and how much money I spent throwing out perfectly good clothing because you wouldn't stop touching me or trying to dry-hump me. And you knew, you knew the only reason I went along with it was because I didn't want my mom committed."

The Joker began laughing. "Dry humping you? Gross. Did he ever go further with you?" He had the knife in his hand and tightened the grip.

Harley felt herself grow excited. "He tried, but I said 'no' every time. Told him I had migraines, cramps, anything to get him off of me. He didn't care he just wanted to get off."

"Did he ever get rough with you?"

"No, but he got my father to. He was too much of a pussy to hit me himself so he cried to my father that I wouldn't put out. This is what I got for not fucking the most boring man alive." She raised her head and showed a faded scar where someone sliced ½ way across her neckline.

The Joker just nodded. "Men, I'm giving you a break and a show. Take your seats." He pulled a chair close to him and took Harley by the hand. "For you my dear."

She kissed his cheek and sat.

"So for those of you who weren't paying attention during intermission, we found out some stuff about Officer Redmond. He ran to Harley's father and complained about her. He bribed Harley's father to make her marry him. He tried to buy her which was the wrong thing to do." He turned his focus to Harley. "Baby, who do you belong to?"

"You, Always You." She blew him a kiss.

"That's my girl. Tommy my boy, you shouldn't have tried to take something that wasn't yours. Harley's mine."

"Mr. Joker, I'm sorry, but you didn't even know her then and I didn't know you wanted to be with her."

The Joker cracked up. "Stupid kid," he said motioning to Harley and then turning back to the blindfolded ex. "See, Harley was born to be mine."

Harley closed her eyes and listened to him.

"You think God made her for you? No. She was made in a place much more divine than heaven and by a master much more powerful than God. You didn't have what it takes to excite her or to please her or to get her on her knees begging just to taste you. The very moment you touched her, you were a dead man walking – and now it's time to walk the last mile."

Harley gushed over his words letting out a loving sigh. "Incredible," she simply said.

The Joker began slicing him. He gouged his face, his neck, his chest, his legs, his feet, his arms, his hands. Tommy cried out in pain. The Joker walked over to Harley and handed her the knife. "in and turn, darling. In and turn."

He pulled her close and kissed her hotly. "Do it for me."

She walked over to Tommy who was barely conscious. She jabbed the knife into the first lung and turned. She had to kick Tommy to pull the knife out but did. She then jabbed it into the other one and did the same.

She turned to The Joker "and the show begins."

"The final act," he said with a laugh and sat down bringing Harley to his lap. Tommy died rather quickly and his eyes rolled up into his head.

"After they get the equipment and we get home, you and me are going to have an amazing celebration." The Joker gave her a seductive wink.

"I can't wait. Mister J, I have a favor to ask you."

He turned to her and placed his hands on her shoulder. "Yes pumpkin"

"Can we leave $50,000 here for my mom. I know for a fact, when we find out where Alicia DeAndres lives, my dad gave her at least 2 million cash. She has a ton of gaudy diamonds and a stash of loot she hasn't spent and I'll get you every dime. My mom has had to live week-to-week her whole life, while my dad splurged on his whores."

"We'll definitely find out where Miss DeAndres lives and teach her a lesson. Never let someone betray you and get away with it." He kissed her lips. "and give your mom the fifty. My way of thanking her for helping make my very own sex kitten."

She took the hint and purred for him.

She got up and walked to the kitchen sink. He followed her and looked on as she washed the blood off her body. She shut the water off and turned to him. "When we get home. I want your name on my body. I don't care if you write it with a knife, I just want it there. I want the whole world to see it."

"You want the mark of the beast?" He pulled his shirt to the side and showed her a tattoo of a skeleton wearing a Jester's hat.

"Yes," she moved to it and licked his skin. He held her head still as she danced her tongue on his chest. A near animalistic growl escaped his mouth. He grabbed her roughly and kissed her hard. He was ready to go again and throw her on the table, until Juggles interrupted him.

"They're all dead. Except the mom, of course. She's okay." One of the guys yelled in. "She's in the back room but she's sitting still."

The Joker released Harley and nodded. He motioned for her to go and speak with Mrs. Quinzel. "I'll make it up to you." She whispered in his ear.

"Yes, yes you will." The Joker looked her up and down causing goose flesh to break out on her body.

Harley grabbed 50K and went to her mother.

"Ma, I need you to go to Aunt Christine's and stay with her. I'll check on you when I can, but here's 50 thousand dollars. Don't tell anyone about it. Use this for you. I love you."

Her mother was obviously unstable and nodded. "Okay Harley, it was nice to see you. I love you. Don't stay out too late now."

Harley smiled and then gave her mom a huge hug. "I love you too. Be happy mom. You're free."

Harley walked out of the house, and with all of her strength punched her own arm. 'Don't cry.' she said to herself. 'No weakness.'

The Joker wasn't far behind. "I threw Mommy Quinn another 50K." He whispered in her ear. She turned around and gave him a huge hug.

He moved his finger to her lips as if to keep quiet about it. She just nodded.

"Let's hit the road." The Joker went to help her into a white van, but she stopped. "I said let's go."

"I know and we will - just not in this. I have a present for you." She took out her father's keys from her pocket and opened the garage.

Inside was a hot pink Lamborghini. "He bought it, but never drove it and never registered it. He was too afraid the feds would find out he spent some money he shouldn't have."

"Do you like?"

He walked quickly toward the car with her following behind. The men took the white van and started driving off to the house. Harley quickly put on a red bra and black shorty shorts and threw her bloody clothes in a bag in the back. She jumped in the passenger seat. "So, do you like it or what?"

He ran his hand across the wheel. "This is a nice gift." He tilted his head demanding that she come closer.

"Yes sir" she said and crawled over to him. She placed her hand on his thigh and sat against him. The car went up to 140 and he pushed it to the limit. The faster he drove the hotter she got. She moved her hand from his thigh to her own. He looked down and laughed. "Poor insatiable kitten."

"I can't help it. It's you. Whenever you're close to me, my body demands to be touched."

"Don't help it. I like a good show."

She laid back on the seat and began riding her own hand. The speed of the car, the Joker's presence, the night itself, all made it too much.

The Joker took one hand off the wheel and used his fingers to dance on her skin.

"Mister J,"

"I'm right here,"

"call me your sex toy…"

His eyebrow raised and his voice deepened with a charged passion. "You're my little sex toy, Harley. I wind you up and make you go higher and higher.."

Her entire waist moved up and down as if he were on her. Her breathing grew rapid as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Her hips kept jerking upward.

She stayed there for a moment savoring the sensations.

She sat up and cuddled up to him.

"How did you know?" She whispered.

"Know what?"

"That we would be this way…"

"Because, I saw the devil in your eyes. The same devil that lives in mine."

"So that's it. That why I'm different. I always knew that something in me just wasn't right."

He pulled the car over quick as he nearly missed his driveway. "Nothing is wrong with you. The world is upside down. Life, death, and everything in between is a joke and you get to choose what you live for – what you want." He touched her face lightly.

"I want to live for you"

"I'll make you a deal, you listen to me and I'll make sure everyone listens to you. You'll own the world."

"I want that. I want it all. When we find Alicia, I want to be the one to kill her. The last time I spoke with her and asked her as a 'friend' to stop seeing my father, she was the most condescending…"

"cunt," The Joker smiled.

"Yeah, cunt I've ever spoken with. She criticized my mother. I really want to watch that bitch die. I want to see all of the blood drained from her body. I want the last thing she sees to be me, standing over her with the same knife I killed my father with."

"There you go again," he said turning towards her.

"What?"

"Saying things like that it gets you in trouble." He pushed her down on the seat and laid on top of her.

"I like trouble."

"Let's see how much." He went in the bag and grabbed the hunting knife. He licked the knife drawing blood from his own tongue. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and she kissed him back licking off the blood.

He handed her the knife. Without hesitation, she brought it to her mouth and licked it letting it cut through her skin.

He watched her as he lowered his pants and pulled himself out. He licked the blood from her skin and immediately began grinding himself against her. There was no foreplay. This was about his need and Harley could feel it in his demanding touch.

His hands moved to her shorts and pulled them off her. He widened her thighs and picked her up by her rear. He shoved himself inside of her hard.

"Oh Yeah, treat me like a sex toy, Mister J. You can do anything you want to me."

She knew the words to say to make him insane.

"Stay still, kitten." He used his weight and brute strength to hold her down with one hand and put his other arm on the seat to balance. "Purr for me,"

She purred. He fucked her and at times her body would instinctively try to move against him, but he would tighten his grip. "be still. I just want to fuck you. Be that sex toy. Don't move. Let me just have you."

She forced her body to go against its will and remain near lifeless. "Use me. Play with me. I'm yours to play with."

He fucked her selfishly. It was rough and raw and all sorts of wrong which made him excited all the more. "just my own little sex toy. No one else gets to touch you. You're just mine. SAY IT." He pulled her hair hard so that he was looking in her eyes. His body kept thrusting harder and harder.

"YES! You own me. You can do whatever you want."
He hit her rear hard which startled her. He forced his fingers underneath his cock and inside of her.

She became wet. His narcissistic approach only turned her on more. "Hit me again. Hard."

He raised his hand and slapped her ass again. His grunts of pleasure excited her. She gave herself completely over to him. She let him exploit her body for his own needs. She tightened herself around him to make the experience more over-the-top, but didn't move. His thrusts came faster and harder.

"Come on puddin, anything you want." She said staring him in the eyes.

He looked at her beautiful face and struck it hard. He groaned loudly and came.. He kissed her lips and her tongue instantly wandered into his mouth.

"Good girl," was all he said as he patted her stomach, sat up and put himself back in his pants.

She licked her lips and sat up. She wanted him to know that she enjoyed it. She kissed him hard again. "Thank you, Mister J." She purred.

He ran his hand over her bright white face. "You like being used? You like being treated like a sex toy? You like being slapped?"

"By you? Absolutely."

He nodded and his head fell back against the seat. "You're good at it."

"yeah?"

"Yeah, you understand control – even if you don't know it. You're strong- strong enough to be weak when you need to be. Strong enough to be used."

"Thank you." She said with a sincere smile.

"Let's go inside and watch the news. We have some celebrating to do."

The Joker ordered the men out of the main living room and to the outside porch and front yard to keep a lookout.

Harley brought her bag to the bedroom and took out a red nightie. She took a pair of scissors and ran it up and down to cause frays. She threw it on, tightened her ponytails and refreshed her make-up. She walked out to see the Joker standing by the couch.

"You ok, Mister J."

"the idiots outside left blood on the floor from earlier."

"I'll go get the mop," she said, but he stopped her.

"No. The Queen sits on her throne with the King. We pay people to not fuck up."

She tried not to show herself swoon but her legs buckled in.

"Juggles!" The Joker called out already having the gun in his hand. "Yeah boss…"

"Explain to Harley why there is still blood on the floor."

"Umm, well. I must've missed it. I'm sorry." He took a hanky out of his jacket, knelt down and wiped it up.

The Joker looked at Harley as he cocked the pistol. "Your call."

"It'd just cause more blood. Plus, we have celebrating to do."

The Joker grunted and rolled his head in a circle. "Do you want to say something to Harley?"

"Th..thanks Miss Quinn."

"No worries," she jumped on the couch.

"Go back to your post." Juggles walked out and the Joker strolled over and sat next to Harley. "I like what you did," he said motioning to her negligee.

He turned on the 60-inch TV and put on the news. On the screen, she saw her childhood home.

"Quick coverage…" He said nonchalantly.

"The Quinzel home, once the American Dream has been turned into a nightmare. As reported earlier, It is believed that Dr. Harleen Quinzel was kidnapped by the criminal mastermind known only as The Joker. Either The Joker or members of his gang are believed to have broken into the Quinzel home, robbed them and then murdered Sgt. Benjamin Quinzel, his daughter Pamela Pollock, son-n-law Officer James Pollock and future son-n-law Officer Thomas Redmond. The only known survivor, Mrs. Anne Quinzel has been placed with family at a secure location. She was unable to provide the police with any information on the assailants. If you have any information regarding this heinous crime, please call the Gotham police department at 708-555-6298. Do not try to apprehend The Joker or any member of the gang known as the Circus yourself. He is armed and very dangerous

"Criminal mastermind – I like that…Remind me to send that reporter a gift basket."

"No. She called me Harleen and said I was kidnapped!"

"Okay, we'll kill her then." He said with a smirk. "In her defense, we did kill everyone who could tell them about Harley."

"True, and my mother is okay. The only good thing my father ever taught her was to not talk to reporters or authorities." She sighed. "I just want the world to know I'm with you. I don't want them thinking that …"

"You're helpless or scared?"

"Exactly. I don't want to be depicted as some damsel in distress. I want them to know that I willingly follow you."

"Free will,"

"Free will." She agreed with authority.

"I think I'm going to keep you." He said and rose from his feet. He walked over to her shoulder and gave it a bite. "I'm going to take a shower and then if you're really good, maybe I'll give you a mark or two."

"I could join you in the shower…"

He smiled and placed his hand on her cheek. She moved her head around so that his finger dropped to her lips.

"I want you to wait for me. I want you to crave me." He said in an erotic whisper.

"But I do. I crave you, right now." She knelt before him and licked her lips.

"Don't give in. Don't touch yourself. Don't distract yourself. Just wait. Think about me and wait."

She sat back and let out a near painful sigh. "You punishing me?"

"Oh no, when I punish you. You'll know it. You'll feel it." He took her palm and put small bites on it. "This is just a game."

"Okay Mr. J. I'll wait, but I can only wait so long…"

"poor insatiable kitten." He said mockingly and walked away.

"Don't touch yourself." She said as thoughts of having sex with The Joker wouldn't relent. He took me on the table….in the car…. He used my body….. She could feel herself getting wet and her hand wanted to pet her, but she refused.

"Miss Quinn," Juggles interrupted her thinking. She was actually happy for the distraction as following Mister J's instructions were killing her.

"Yeah,"

"Where's Mr. J?"

"Taking a shower…." She said nonchalantly.

"Well," he sat down aside her. "I just wanted to thank you for helping me earlier."

"No biggie…Everyone makes mistakes."

"It's a big deal to me. You know, Mister J is a very lucky guy to have a gal like you." She suddenly felt too close for comfort and went to get up but Juggles grabbed her hand. "The Joker isn't the only option is what I'm saying."

She snagged her hand back and stood up. "He's the only option for me, and you really shouldn't touch me, at all, ever. Even if you don't mean anything, trust me it can be construed like you do."

Juggles stood up. An entitled look of anger came to his face. "Come on. I know why you helped me earlier. A girl like you, kills her own father, gives the J man a blow job in front of everyone, and then saves me. You want me, just admit it. I know what you're doing with Mister J. I'm just asking for a little taste myself." He pulled her close and received a knee in the groin for his efforts.

"I'm not some bimbo you pass around. I belong to my puddin and no one else!"

"Bitch!" He said and lunged for her. He had her against the wall and was trying to kiss her as she fought back.

"Mr. J is so going to kill you and I can't wait to see it!" She said and spit in his face.

"You think so. I say he needs me more than he needs you. I've been by his side for a decade. You think you're better than me because you're a doctor. You think the Joker is better than me. He's using you and will throw you away like the trash you are." He began to unbutton his suit jacket. "I'll show you what a real man is."

"STOP!" She punched him hard and didn't stop. She kicked him and using a few things she learned in self-defense she was able to keep him at bay. By this time, he was calling her every name in the book.

A gunshot was fired and Harley noticed Juggles was bleeding from the leg.

She looked behind her and saw him standing there. "Puddin," she ran to his arms out of breath. He was already in a sharp silk purple shirt and black pants.

"Did Juggles interrupt our little game?" He asked Harley tapping her back lightly. His eyes were fiery and his tone was dark.

"Yes he did." Harley said still trying to catch her breath.

"That wasn't nice. Juggles what do you have to say for yourself."

"Mister J, this isn't…listen, we go back. We go back far and this …this… Harley..she got in your head and then she got in my head. You know, she was sitting on the couch practically naked begging for it being all flirtatious"

The Joker shot him in his other leg and took a deep breath. "Begging for it? Begging for you?" He asked.

"Stop, please. I'm telling you I don't think she cared who it was. I mean look at the way she was in front of her sister and her family. She'll do anyone anywhere."

"That's not true, pudd-" The Joker raised his hand to silence her.

"Everything she's done has been with me. Now, when I came out, she looked very uninterested. You were bleeding and she was fighting back pretty hard."

"Mister J, you know how girls are. Some play hard to get and that's all it was. I mean, I'm sorry. Okay, I'm sorry that she got under my skin like that but look at her. You have great taste in women so you can't fault a guy for wanting to get in on that."

The Joker shot him in his arm. "Sorry? You're sorry." He lifted his head keeping Juggles in his peripheral vision. "Kitten, were you playing hard to get with Juggles?"

"NO. Never. He tried to touch me on the couch and I told him I was yours. I told him not to touch me. He said that he was better than you. He was trying to rape me." She punched her arm with all her strength not to cry.

"Juggles, Juggles, Juggles" The Joker sighed and shot him in his other arm. "Maybe, I should go to the surveillance videos? What would I see? Would I see my devoted little sex kitten that broke me out of Arkham, jumped into a vat of acid and told me where all the money her family had was, come on to you – or would I see you touching her. The problem with a bum like you is that you don't understand the difference between foreplay and rape. You don't understand that the whole purpose of control is consent. I own Harley because Harley wants to be owned. But more than all of that I HATE RAPISTS!"

Juggles was near tears. "No. Okay. Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry Harley. Okay. I just got out of control."

"it's your call." The Joker wanted to kill him. He wanted to watch his blood spill, but this one had to be Harley's. he knew what she was going to do. He wanted her to do it. It was a gift from him to her. He was giving her the power to make Juggles pay for his sins.

She walked over to the Joker and took the gun from his hand. She shot Juggles until there were no more bullets. She raised her head up and took a deep breath. "I'll get the mop."

"No. The Queen sits on the throne with the King." He kissed her forehead. "Go in the bedroom and wait for me. I'm going to have North come in here and get rid of this bum."

She turned around and began walking to the room.

"You ok?" He asked with his head down.

"I am." She said with all the confidence she could muster.

"I should have made him suffer more. Lost at my own game."

"What?" she asked confused.

"I couldn't wait. The thought of him touching you, anyone touching you…."

Harley turned and ran to him. "I didn't want that, ever. He disgusts me."

"I know." The Joker said softly. "I won't leave you alone with anyone again."

She leaned up and kissed him. She licked his lips and urged them open with her tongue. He fell into it and kissed her back. He was soon in control and pulled her close. He moved his mouth to her neck and began biting and leaving marks on her body.

"Puddin,"
"Yeah,"
"Fuck me right here. Right now." She lowered herself to the floor and sat down.

He took off his purple shirt and hung it over the couch. She loved the tattoos that covered his body. They were gorgeous. Everything about him was amazing.

He got on the floor with her and pushed her down.

She purred into his ear. "You make everything disappear. You make everything perfect."

"It's your turn," he said as he stripped her naked. "No need to wait this time." His hand went directly in-between her legs. She opened her thighs, leaned her head back and exposed herself fully to him. He raked his forefinger over her. She was already wet. He spread her legs further apart and put his mouth on her. He flicked his tongue against her sex.

She pushed herself instinctively up and moaned uncontrollably. "Keep purring" he said softly.

She brought her head back and did so. His tongue entered her and touched her spot immediately. She rocked back and forth. She placed her legs on his back. "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES…. " her body slowly relaxed as small pulsations rocked her. She put her hand through his hair and purred once more.

The Joker sat up and looked at Juggles. He started laughing.

She laughed a bit without even knowing why. His joy brought her joy.

He reached for his gun and took a bullet out of his shirt and placed it in the chamber. He shot Juggles dead body. "I don't like people watching."

Harley started laughing hysterically. He took her hand and licked it. "My amorous little sex toy can fight."

"Yes, she can." Harley said with pride.

"You didn't learn that in gymnastics." He said dancing his fingers in hers.

"I took a self-defense course when I started working at Arkham."

The Joker rose and provided his hand. "Stand up. Let's go put my mark all over that sexy little body of yours."

She purred in excitement. "I want you everywhere." She ran her hand from the top of her neck to her waist and center.

"Go get on the bed. I'm gonna get North and have him take care of this clown." He pointed to Juggles and they both cracked up.

She picked up her nightie and walked into the bedroom.

"Don't put anything on."

She dropped the nightie down in obedience and went onto his bed. She laid on her stomach naked. He could see her shadow from where he stood. He took the view in for a second and then went to retrieve North.

He walked in the room only moments later. He had his purple shirt back on but unbuttoned. He closed the door behind him and strolled over to a record player. He took out an album and put it on. The tune had a malevolent, shadowy sound with no lyrics. It was perversely erotic.

He went to his closet and swung the door open. Harley looked over and saw all sorts of weapons and metallic tools that she didn't recognize. He took out a tattoo gun.

"No peeking," he said and closed the door.

He sat beside her on his bed.

"I gotta question, Mister J?"

"ask it and I might answer it."

"Why do you ask me to purr…" Just to show she wasn't making a power-play, she purred after she spoke.

"because, I like when you do things I say."

She laughed and purred again. "I was just wondering because in Arkham I heard there was this gal they were trying to catch named.."

"Catwoman," he said as he turned on the tattoo gun.

"Yeah, she thinks she's a cat or something."

"Pumpkin, are you asking if I ask you to purr because I have a thing for another?"

"Um, well yeah. I guess so."

"Would it bother you? He pressed the tattoo gun against her back and she didn't flinch as he began his work.

"I guess it would Mister J. I mean, I like it 'just us' you know."

"You're in luck then. I don't much have a thing for cats or gals that find bats attractive. I like little sex kittens. I like my little sex kitten. Purr for me"

She let out a naughty sigh and then looked at him. She kept her mouth slightly open so he could see her tongue rolling as she purred.

He knelt behind her, his hardening crotch against her rear as he tattooed her back against the bone. She kept her back as still as she could but pushed her bottom so she could feel him even more. "be still kitten. We'll play soon enough."

The Joker was astonished by her threshold for pain. He knew how it felt. He knew it hurt, but his brave sexy Harley looked as if she was getting a massage.

After he was done, a large skeleton with a Jester's hat took up the middle of her back and her upper shoulder said "property of Joker" as promised. The ink and the blood were mixing. He rubbed his hands over it and then licked it off. He taped up her back.

"Done already?" She asked.

"Not even close pumpkin. Flip over."

She giggled and did so. He rubbed her legs and then picked up his tattoo gun once more. He didn't turn it on but just ran it against her center. She opened her legs.

He pushed the side of it against her sex and she began riding it. She would get closer to the needle with each circular motion.

"You're going to cut yourself," he said with a smile.

"I'm your bad little sex toy. Punish me." She began to move even quicker, "Put in me, please." She was out of breath.

He did so and let it pierce the inside of her. She rode it like it was a jackhammer rubbing her hand all around it. Her climax rocked her hard. "That's it. Oh Mister J."

He let out a guttural groan and withdrew the gun. He licked her wetness off of it. "I like wild and I love crazy. You are something else entirely."

He placed his gun below her stomach and on the top of her shaved skin wrote out Mister J

"Mister J" she said with a smile. "That's perfect. You're amazing at everything."

"Everything that matters." He ran his tongue over each letter. A small erotic sound escaped her lips.

He moved down to her legs and covered them with his markings and phrases.

Then on her forearm arm over the scar her father had left, he created diamond shapes connected in red and black. He then touched her face. Underneath her eye, he put a small heart. It was in the same place where on his face he had a tear drop J. He bent down and kissed her face and then the last tat simply said "rotten" on the side of her cheek

He put the gun down and took a deep breath. "do you even feel pain," he said softly.

"Yes. But I like your kind of pain" she said and placed her leg on each side of him. He kissed her leg and then bit it hard. She just giggled in excitement.

He threw off his shirt, and unbuttoned his pants. He pushed them off and positioned himself right on top of her. He rubbed the blood and ink from her skin all over her breasts. His mouth traveled up to her neck. He took a fierce grip on her thigh and pulled it over him.

"So, you like pain."

She nodded.

Instinct took over and he let the animal inside of him out. He entered her fully and a moan escaped her lips.

"Does that hurt?" He asked between breaths.

"Yeah," she managed to get out.

"You want more?"

"Yes," she smiled and pushed her waist up against him.

Sounds of intense rapture escaped him. He held her leg up to get even deeper. He took his other hand and shoved his fingers inside as he thrust. He could feel her tear, but still she pushed against him.

"my very own masochist. I always wanted one." he said forcing his hand all the way into her.

She just extended her leg further. "Don't stop." She said as she grabbed a hold of the headboard and tightened herself against him. "Fuck me…."

He reached to the table and grabbed one of his hand guns. He ran it against his lips and then hers. She took it in her mouth as if it were his cock as she continued to fuck him.

"Fearless, You're so fearless Harley," He pushed her to the edge as he began to reach his own depraved bliss.

She screamed out as her whole body began to shake in a near seizure. She felt him come in her as he let out a long primal groan. He threw the gun across the room and sat up. He put his hand through his slick hair.

He touched her face.

"You gonna keep me, puddin?" She asked with a smile.

"you're not going anywhere."

She smiled. "You know Mister J. I dreamed about this when I was a little girl."

"You dreamed that you'd be with me?"

"No, I dreamed that I'd be with someone who would let the whole world burn to save me, a man who would put himself above anyone else and let me come for the ride – not just as his girlfriend, but as a participant. This, here with you, is what I've always wanted."

He laughed. "You were born to be Harley Quinn."

She sat up and kissed him. "I was born to be yours."

"Well then, now you have the marks to prove it." He ran his fingers over her body. "You go shower off and come to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" She said eagerly.

He pointed to the bathroom. "Patience, doll-face."

She pouted but got up and headed toward the bathroom.

"Don't worry pumpkin. You'll enjoy it."

She turned back, "I always do."

Once she was in the shower he leaned back on the bed. He started laughing. "Tomorrow the world is going to meet Harley Quinn – and I can't wait to introduce her to Batsy."

The Joker was definitely accustomed to sleeping alone, but he didn't push Harley away when she curled up against him.

The next morning, he was already awake when she woke up. "Puddin," she wiped her eyes.

"Get up and get dressed. We got work to do. I need you to make a phone call."

"What? Why?" She yawned and stretched. He didn't say anything, but she saw him tilt his head to the side and was reminded that he didn't like being questioned.

"Sorry, Mister J. Don't know where that came from." She jumped up without saying another word and grabbed a revealing red tank top and a short black skirt that showed more than they covered. She put her bright red lipstick on and nodded as if to say that she was ready.

He took out a cell phone and handed it to her. "I have Alicia's number." He handed her the piece of paper. "You call and say you escaped from me and that you can't go to the police because some are crooked and work for me. You tell her that you have a lot of money from your father and that I'm looking for you and the money. Say that you don't forgive her but right now you need a safe place where I won't think to look. Tell her you'll split the money with her if she lets you come by. Get the address from her." She went to dial but he stopped. "Make it sound real. Can you do that, baby?" He ran his finger against her bottom lip.

She smiled and licked it. "Yes," she said confidently.

"What a good little kitten. Purr for daddy." He rubbed her chin.

She purred.

"Make your call."

"I need you to hit me, first."

His eyes grew wide and he began to flex out his fingers as if struggling to not hit her. "Oh sweet Harley, as enticingly erotic as that sounds…."

"I didn't mean it as foreplay although it does sound like fun." She said with an inviting smirk. "It'll just help me to sound upset so Alicia believes me. Please Mister J. I can take it. Just hit me hard across the face."

There may have been an alternative, but he wasn't looking for one. With an open palm, he struck her hard across her face as a lustful groan escaped his lips. She felt blood trickle out of her mouth. She wiped it away nonchalantly.

He motioned for her to stand, licked the blood off her hand and then licked her lips. "Make the call." He walked behind her, sat on the bed, undid his pants, exposed himself fully and roughly pulled her to his lap where he was fully aroused.

"Should I wait on the call?" She asked moving herself against him.

"Don't worry pumpkin, I'll get rough if I need you need to sound in pain."

"Yes sir," she began dialing as he began gnawing on her neck.

"What if I just want you to get rough?" She moved her body on his.

"Make the call." He already had himself against her grinding.

It was only a few moments before she picked up.

"Hello," There was Alicia's voice.

'I hate this, bitch.' – Harley thought to herself,until she felt Mister J slide lift her skirt and tear her panties aside. Then she didn't care about anything else. She couldn't help but let out a groan, when he entered her hard and raw.

"Umm, um, don't hang up. This is Harleen. I was hurt pretty bad by The Joker…" she began

"not yet, but soon," The Joker whispered against her skin.

"Well, I escaped and I need a place to hide. I can't go to the cops because it was one of them that helped The Joker escape and helped kill my father and Tommy."

Mister J held her waist still as he kept thrusting into while she spoke. She worried Alicia could hear her uncontrolled moans.

"Oh, there's no escape." He said as she bounced despite how forceful his grip was. "Keep going. Keep talking." he said to her.

"I know we don't see eye-to-eye but after what happened to my dad. It's nuts. I know The Joker's gang won't think about you or your house. I, um…" she let out a small sound as he didn't stop. He was unrelenting.

"I have money. Tons. I haven't even counted it yet, but it's millions. I'll split it with you if you let me hide out."

She knew Alicia was thinking about it and Harley gladly gave her the time, using the few free moments to fuck Mister J back.

He laid back with his hand on her spine now grasping to the shirt she was wearing. He moved his hips and her sex began twitching against him.

"Well, okay. If you split the money with me 60/40, you can stay here until they catch The Joker. I'm sure Bat-Man will get that freak anyways."

"Okay," Harley said softly. "Deal. What's the address?"

"612 London Bridge Lane,"

Usually, she'd be pissed at Alicia for demanding a higher split, living in a good neighborhood and just existing, but right now, she just wanted to be off the phone with her full attention on him.

"I'll be here at noon. Meet me then. Go through the garage on the right. There's no cars in that one." Alicia continued.

"I'll be there," Harley hung up the phone and tossed the cell across the room.

The Joker took this opportunity to change positions. He put her on her stomach so that her chin was against a pillow. With her backside facing him and her waist in his hand, he stood behind her and entered her again. He pushed harder and harder. He was grunting in ways she had never heard before. It was possessive, obsessive and near demonic. She reveled in it.

He kept pounding her over and over and she pushed back just as hard. He slapped her on the rear reddening the skin.

"I want control," He said and then pulled her up by the hair. She was now in front of him, staring at herself in the mirror across the room. He went under her shirt and raked his hands over her breasts. He squeezed her nipple in-between two fingers which brought her to the breaking point. "Look at yourself. Watch yourself cum. You're mine Harley. Whatever I want to do to you, I can."

Her body tensed up and small moans escaped her. She watched in the mirror as his cock kept entering her. She widened her legs and lifted so she had a better view. The rush was never-ending. It was like she couldn't catch her breath but didn't care. She'd rather die than have the moment end.

Rather than allow his release, The Joker turned her around so she was staring right in his eyes. She wrapped her legs around his back and he pushed himself inside of her once more.

"Tell me to hit you again."

She spoke to him in a dark twisted tone. "Hit me, Mr. J. Please. I've been so bad." She said moving her hips back and forth. He pulled back his arm this time and hit her hard. She would have fallen off his lap had his other arm not been holding her tightly.

'YESSSSSSS….' she cried out as she felt another orgasm hit her at the same time that the sting of his slap did.

He slapped her on the other side of her face just as hard and then pushed her down to the bed. He was on top of her and bucking his hips with such intensity.

He pinned both her arms down with his other hand. "Now, fuck me back. Be a good girl."

She pushed herself against him over and over. She felt his body gyrating and pulsating against her. "that's it," he breathed into her ear and then bit her neck.

He let out a deep groan of pleasure as he came in her hard. When he withdrew himself, he took her by the wrist and ran her own fingers against her. She flinched from the touch. He then brought her hand to her mouth.

"There you go kitten, drink your milk."

She licked and sucked her own fingers tasting both of their juices together.

"That's it. Now show me your appreciation. Purr for me,"

She purred for him as a few bruises began to make their way on her face. He kissed them softly. He rose from the bed and fixed his pants and straightened his shirt.

"I'll bring the car around. Just fix yourself up a bit and be out in 5,"

"Yes sir."

"Two of my favorite words," He gave her a smile and walked out the door.

She readied herself quickly and then jumped into the passenger side of the pink Lamborghini. With two minutes to go," he said and took one last drag of a cigarette before throwing it.

"You're going to drive your car." He handed her the keys. "Go inside with this bag," He handed her a bag with about 25k in it. "so if she asks for any money up front, you can show her this. You have her lead you into the house. I'll be right behind. It may take me a few if there's an alarm I need to disable."

"You won't have to disable it. If she does have an alarm or a safe the code will be 091392. It's her birthday – she's a narcissist."

"So am I"

"Yeah, but you can make a woman come just by looking at them. You deserve every bit of ego you own."

"Can't argue with that," he giggled and she laughed too.

"Let's go have some fun."

She gave him a quick kiss goodbye.