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"Pleasure to do business with you, J," the man said, getting up from his seat and holding his hand out to Joker.
"He doesn't shake hands," Frost cut in before the man embarrassed himself even more by waiting for Joker to respond.
Joker spared his business partner a glance, hands poised on the golden cane in front of him. His cold eyes cut into the man and he smiled at the fear that he saw swimming in the man's eyes.
"Right..." the man mumbled and slowly made his way to the exit.
Forst turned back to see that Joker once again had his eyes fixated on the blank wall across from his seat. His boss did this often when he was thinking up of plans or just plain bored.
"That deal went rather smoothly," he offered to start a conversation. It was met with silence, the only background sound being the thrumming of the bass.
"Frosty," Joker finally said, "Today has been..." he paused for dramatic effect, "boring to say the least. Not one gun shot or knife scar for a good week. I'm starting to think I'm loosing my edge."
Joker stood from his seat, his painted lips stretching into a mischievous smile. "Let's go cause some mayhem tonight," he said and tipped his head back about to let out his signature cackle.
Before he could get a sound out, a loud laugh ripped through the club. The sound was very similar to his usual laughs but higher in pitch and a lot more feminine.
His eyes darkened. How dare someone interrupt him, even if it was unknowingly. He drew his gun from his holster. Turning around to shoot at the source of his irk, he was met by a view that stopped him from pulling the trigger of the cocked gun.
Dancing on the stage was a woman as pale as him with blanched hair that waved around her figure. Every move she made made her impossibly short dress ride up giving a glimpse of the material underneath. Her face was pure joy, eyes twinkling and cherry coloured lips stretched into a bright smile.
She looked tasty and so fuckable. It made him wonder how long it had been since he last took a woman to bed. Perhaps, it was about time he itched the fire in his loins.
"Well well well," Joker said under his breath as he replaced his revolver into his holster. Moving closer to the edge of his private booth, he reached out to move the dangling bead curtains out of the way to clear his view. His breathing went ragged as he continued to watch her. "Isn't she a little dancer, Frosty?"
Not skipping a beat, Frost replied nonchalantly, "Sure looks like it, boss." The surprise he felt didn't show on his face.
When the woman's laugh had interrupted his boss', he was already getting ready to clean up yet another body left behind by the Joker's short temper. But for the first time since he began working for the Clown Prince of Crime, he saw him reholster his gun without shedding blood.
He knew his boss didn't waver just because it was a woman since the crime lord didn't care whether his victims were men or women. Frost glanced in the direction that his boss was now staring and saw that more than half the club was also looking in the same direction.
The woman was attractive to say the least, but when he saw her free smile, he understood why his boss had stopped from shooting her. Her sparkling diamond patterned dress and red lipstick practically reflected his boss' get up. It would be like shooting a mirror of himself.
Suddenly, a shot rang through out the club, effectively stopping everyone's revere for the dancing woman.
Joker's laugh rang loud now, "Just in time! Guess we didn't have to look for fun after all. It came right to us."
Looking away from the woman, he made his way past Frost and outside to the front of the club where he could practically smell the gun powder residue in the air. Joker stepped over the injured bouncer on the ground and stared at the heavily tattooed man holding a gun, the barrel pointed directly at his head.
A smirk landed on the Joker's face. He placed his hands up as if under arrest and cackled, "Don't shoot me, I'll be your friend."
Before the man could even register the movement, Joker pulled out his revolver and shot him in the shoulder, making his gun drop to the ground.
"Just kidding," Joker said in an amused tone. Walking over to the crumbling man, he kicked his gun further away. "Now, what ever persuaded you to shoot one of my best bouncers? In front of my bar no less."
When the man stayed silent, Joker stepped on his injured shoulder and his grin grew wider at the man's agonizing scream.
"Let's try that again. Why did you shoot my bouncer? He was just minding his own business after all."
"Incubus," the man spat after a ragged breath, "Incubus told me to warn you that he didn't appreciate you taking over his drug ring last week."
"So he sent one tiny pet," Joker scoffed, "I bet you tried to sneak into the club and old Reggie here caught you with that shitty little gun, didn't he?" Joker tsked. Such an amateur move to try and shoot up a bar, where was the pizzaz? "It's not so much that you shot him that irks me. It's how you planned to walk into my club with no style once so ever. Where is the exploding jack-in-the-box and the laughing gas?"
A sigh escaped his lips. Turns out this wouldn't be as much fun as he thought. "I would tell you to deliver Incubus a message for me," he continued, "But we don't really need you alive for that, now do we?"
Pressing his revolver to the man's head, he saw the look of fear cross the man's eyes for a split second before the bullet caused his brains to splatter across the concrete.
Joker let out a small laugh. "Frost!" he yelled out.
The man appeared from the crowd that surrounded the scene. "Yes, boss?"
"Chop off his head and have it mailed to Incubus. And feed the rest of him to my hyenas. They've been good lately. It's about time they get a treat."
"Of course, boss," Frost replied.
Joker kicked the dead body several times. "How dare the bastard send a pet. If he wants to fight for property, he best do it himself. It's always more fun to play with the master than the pet," Joker smiled.
"Now poor old Reggie," he walked over to the man still crumbled on the ground, blood pooling around him. His purple tie was now a deep red. "Look at that, you've managed to ruin your tie. We can't have that now can we."
He looked around him at the fearful faces in the crowd. "So, is any one of you a doctor?" he asked with amusement.
The man let out a laugh and his eyes holding a playful twinkle. Regardless of the fact that he was standing over a corpse, Harley couldn't help but think he was handsome beyond belief.
His green hair was slick backed and his lipstick a deep red. When he turned around to face the man he called Reggie, she could see that his dark purple shirt was unbuttoned near the top revealing a jester tattoo that looked incredibly lickable.
He was handsome and dangerous and asking for a doctor. Before she knew it, her body automatically took a step towards the smiling man.
A hand clamped onto her wrist. "What you doing, mate?" Boomer whispered.
"They need a doctor."
"Are you crazy? Wait don't answer that," he said shaking his head. He knew the answer. "Joker doesn't care about his henchmen. You'll be putting yourself in more danger than anything."
Harley looked at the man on the ground and then back up at Joker. The pool of blood kept growing and she could tell he didn't have the luxury to wait for an ambulance.
"No doctor? Well, sorry old boy. Guess you won't make through the night after all," Joker said in a tone that made it sound like he was talking to a dog.
Yanking her arm from Boomer's grip, she gave him an apologetic look and stepped forward from the crowd. She couldn't leave him to die. She may be slightly inebriated, but a doctor was a doctor.
"I'm a doctor," she stated in a bold voice.
Joker's eyes immediately looked in her direction and his smile widened. He walked towards her and began to slowly circled her until they were face to face. All Harley could do was squirm under his intense gaze.
"Well well well, lil' dancer's a doctor too. Nice moves you got there, toots," he said in a raspy voice that made her shiver.
"I could say the same to you," Harley said in her New Jersey accent as she pointed at the dead body.
Joker let out an amused laugh. There was no fear in her eyes, only a hint of arousal. Interesting. "That's not even my best work."
Harley opened her mouth to respond, but was stopped when she heard Reggie's groan.
"Can I please treat him?" she asked, "He ain't going to live very long if he stays there."
"If you must," Joker said in a grunt. Cocked blocked by a dying man, it almost made him shoot Reggie right there. "Boys, grab Reggie and get...sorry, baby, didn't catch your name."
"Harley."
"Dr. Harley here, anything that she wishes."
Without another word, he walked back into the club with his goons not far behind. Since no instructions were given, Harley followed after them ignoring the stares of the bystanders and the shouts of her friends.
She followed them past the VIP booths and to the back room of the club. Taking a seat on one of the couches, Joker continued to stare at her with fascination.
Ignoring him for a moment, she looked over Reggie's injury. The bullet had embedded itself deep into his abdomen, but looking into the wound, it seemed to have missed major organs. He was going to have a wicked scar, but if he survived the blood loss, he would be fine.
"I'm going to need lots of towels, antiseptic, tweezers and a needle and thread," she told to the goons and without a word they went to grab what she asked for.
Not seeing an exit wound, she warned the barely conscious Reggie that it was going to hurt when she fished the bullet out. Harley placed a rolled up towel in his mouth, which the man instinctually bit onto. He thrashed around as she searched for the bullet and yanked out the broken pieces of copper and lead.
This wasn't the first time she had taken care of a bullet wound. In this city, working in emergency would have you treating knife and gun shot wounds on a daily bases. No doubt that most of the patients she worked on was a result of Joker's escapades. The man was quite famous for keeping doctors in the city essential and employed.
Harley looked down at the blood that coated her hands as she wiped them on a towel. She wasn't squirmy when it came to blood, in fact, she quite liked the bright red tint. It was too bad that the rich liquid was inside people's veins majority of the time, it always looked so pretty in the light.
She cleaned the wound and began to thread the needle when she realized that the man had passed out from pain and blood loss. Harley shrugged, at least now he wouldn't move around so much.
She could hear the thudding of the bass from the club. It didn't surprise her to know that everything went back to normal out there, regardless of the fact that a man just died a couple minutes ago. Humans were so weird.
As she weaved the needle through his skin, Harley began to hum and sway her hips of the rhythm as if sowing a person was the most normal thing in the world. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't realize she had an audience until she had turned around to grab the bandage.
Joker still sat on the couch, elbows balanced on his knees as he rested his chin on his clasped hands. The look in his eyes made once again her shiver, not in fear but arousal. This didn't make sense. She should be scared of him. It was the only correct response to such an infamous man.
From the stories of him, Joker was a maniac that stole and slaughtered where he saw fit, regardless of the consequences. He ran at the very top of the organized crime industry in Gotham and was the only man to ever face off with Batman and not end up in a high security prison.
She should be disgusted by his brashness and blood stained hands, but when she looked at him all she could see was the very symbol of fun. Whenever he appeared on the TV, she would always laugh at the bizarreness of his latest stunt. Exploding jack-in-the-box and ticking time bombs that splattered tie dye all over the walls were among some of the funniest she'd ever seen.
It made her fantasize about being by his side and having just as much fun as well, but she knew that it would never happened. They ran in different crowds. Yet now, the very man was sitting a few meters away and staring intently at her.
Harley continued to wrapped the bandage around Reggie's torso and put back all the materials she used before turning to face the green haired man.
"He lost a lot of blood and is going to need some antibiotics just in case the wound gets infected. Other than that, he'll be fine," Harley said shuffling from foot to foot awkwardly.
When he didn't respond, she took it as a cue and turned around to go back into the club. A hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
"Where do you think your going, baby?" his raspy voice asked.
Electricity shot through the arm that he held onto. He was touching her. "Out into the club. My job here is done," she nearly stuttered.
Joker yanked on her arm causing her to yelp and stumble right into his lap. Her heart thudded in her chest at his close proximity. Her hands had landed on his chest and she felt the hard muscle underneath.
He ran his hands over her curves and tapped his finger against the blood smeared on her dress. Joker's face pulled into a smirk as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Your dress is ruined," he said, playing with the seams. "Can't go out with that. Maybe you should take it off first."
A surprised gasp was pulled out of her when he ripped her dress down the seams making the top drop to her waist and exposing her to the cold air. She quickly covered her chest with her arms and tried to scramble off his lap, but the hands on her hips stopped her.
"Mr. J," she whimpered out as his mouth made its way to her neck. "This..." she whimpered out, "You don't want to do this."
But she did want to do it. She really did. She didn't know if it was the shots of tequila or how incredibly sexy he was, but she really wanted to give in to his whims. He looked like so much fun.
She was surprised that he came onto her so suddenly, but the spontaneity was part of the appeal. The only thing that stopped her was the knowledge that her friends would lecture her for even swapping spit with such an evil man.
"Come on, baby. Before that boring man shot up my bouncer, there was a lil' freak dancing on stage with a laugh as crazy as mine," he cackled, "Where's she now?"
Her friends would probably never find out anyway. Joker was as notorious with his women as he was with his practical jokes. He'll probably just has to get his rocks off and she'd never see him again. Worse comes to worse, he would kill her and that would be the end of that.
If she wasn't so crazy, Harley would have seen the error in her thinking.
He flashed his metal gnashers at her and suddenly her lips quirked into an open mouthed smile.
Right now, she wanted fun and what could be more fun that having sex with a mass murderer. It couldn't get much wilder than that.
Harley took her arms away from her chest and instead gripped his shoulders tightly. She felt her nipples stiffen in the cold air.
"That's my girl. Let me thank you for your medical services," Joker growled out as he placed his hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard. Her smile widened at being called his girl, even though she knew it would only be for tonight.
She sighed into his hands and tossed her head back suddenly noticing Reggie still collapsed on the couch half a room away.
"What if Reggie wakes up," she asked worry clouding her lust, "Or someone walks in?"
Joker growled continuing to twerk her nipples in between his fingers. "So?"
What did he care if someone walked in? She was the most fun he did all night. Or he was going to do. If anyone interrupted, there was a bullet that could easily fix it.
She opened her mouth to retort when she felt his hands wander in between her legs and suddenly, the only thing she could think of how good it felt against him. Harley could feel him tease her through her underwear and all she could do was bite her lip to hold back a whimper.
Joker's grin got wider when Harley began to grind against his hand. Slipping a finger under her underwear, he felt wetness welcome him. Such a wanton girl she was.
He continued to run his finger down her slit and watched in fascination as her face contorted in pleasure. When she bit her lip, he couldn't help but use his free hand to pull her head down and crash his lips onto hers, finally tasting her for the first time. Her tongue came out to play with his immediately. They battled for dominance, until a small nip to her lips made her crumble to his control.
Harley was so preoccupied with his mouth that she didn't feel him unbuckle his pants and let his member loose until she felt it poke at her entrance. Without warning, he pulled her hips down to meet his. No point of foreplay when she was already soaking for him.
Harly screamed her surprise into his mouth, but didn't have much time to think about it as he began to lift her hips up and down over him. She could feel his hard length rub against a certain part inside of her and she pulled away from his lips to pant into his neck.
They continued to move in deep rhythms with one another until Harley felt the familiar twisting in her abdomen. "Mr. J..." she panted, "Mr. J. I'm so close."
Then suddenly, he stopped all movements and removed his hands from her hips. Harley pulled back from his neck and saw the amused look on his face. He looked completely composed, and except for the slight sheen on his skin, no one would ever know he was doing any physical activity.
"If you want to finish, move for yourself," he mocked, his sadistic tendencies coming out. He wanted to watch her move like she did on stage.
Harley stared at him for a couple of moments still in shock. It wasn't until she felt a tweak on her nipple that she began to move.
Slowly, she lifted her herself off of him until only his tip was inside and then sat back down with so much force that she felt him press against the end of her tunnel. She loved it deep and rough.
Taking on nipple into his mouth, Joker listened as she let out a loud moan. He was glad that she wasn't keeping them quiet anymore. He swirled his tongue around the perky nipple and gave it a light bite. He continued to place small bites up her torso leaving behind red teeth marks.
Her hands tangled in his green hair and he could feel her nails scrape against his scalp. They moved down his neck and onto the fabric of his shirt.
Without warning her hands yanked his shirt apart, the buttons flying off in different directions. He groaned, "You're going to have to pay for that, toots."
Harley's lips pulled into a smirk of their own. "Payback. Dress," was all she said before leaning over to suck on his jester tattoo. When she leaned back, she smiled when she saw the love-bite slowly forming into a dark purple.
Her hips moved faster and faster until the knot inside her became tighter. When the pleasure became too much, she clawed at his chest making red welts appear on his porcelain skin.
Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her neck as Joker sunk his teeth into her.
"Mr. J!" she screamed out as the pain made her fall over the edge. It was the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure.
Joker felt her walls squeeze against him and rode her through her orgasm, once again taking control of her hips. "That's it, baby, come for daddy," he said as he licked her neck. "But we're not finished yet. The nights only beginning."
Looking down at his smirking face after falling from her high, Harley let out a giggle. This was going to be fun.
Frost stood on the outside of the door, his face perfectly composed as if he didn't hear the many erotic sounds over the music. They should have moved Reggie.
One of the new goons came towards him. "Came to grab the boss. His car is out front," the scaly man said in a deep, rumbling voice.
"The boss is...a little preoccupied right now, Croc," they both paused when they heard the loud moan. "You can go home for the night. I'll let him know when they're finished."
With that, the bulky man sauntered off.
Frost let out a sigh as he heard another growl and a giggle emanate from the room. That is if they ever finished.