"I love your blonde hair
I kiss your pigtails
And I could not share
The scratch of your nails"

Deutscher Girls, Adam Ant

The Joker was sitting up in his bed watching Harley's blond head moving as she sucked his cock. He was thinking about how odd she had been lately. Normally when she was doing this he would be lost in the sucking, swirling pleasure of her mouth but he was too uneasy about her behavior to completely immerse himself in the experience. Things had been so up and down with her since the night she got shot. For a while it had been his fault, he was angry and taking it out on her by avoiding her or ignoring her. Much more effective with Harley than anything he could do physically. Throwing herself in front of a bullet meant for him was incredibly stupid but exactly what he'd expect from her which was why he had long ago started assigning his henchmen to keep an eye on her so she didn't go around doing stupid things on impulse. He would have been over his anger the minute he killed whoever had failed to keep her out of trouble but then she had to make a huge thing over the fact that he had his goons babysitting her in the first place. He didn't mind fighting with Harley, it could be a lot of fun at times but then she'd hit him with her bat and while he could ignore it physically he knew enough about the inner workings of the thug brain to know he couldn't let her get away with that in front of the guys that worked for him. So he had ended up dragging her out of the room by her hair like a caveman. It didn't really matter that the fight had led to sex, he was still angry afterwards.

Since then it seemed like Harley's personality changed faster than anyone could be expected to keep up with. Of course during her recovery from the bullet hole in her shoulder she was impossible to live with. She couldn't fight or flip around or do much of anything except throw temper tantrums. But since then there had been bursts of mania, days full of tears and her obnoxious bout of such extreme fatigue she couldn't even be bothered to leave the bed most days. Lately the problem was sex. Not just Harley's normal extremely high sex drive but an intense yearning she had that could not be satisfied. He shifted his jaw and massaged an ache on one side. He'd spent the last half an hour with his face between her legs. It didn't matter, nothing actually quieted her need for very long. He'd always imagined he'd die in an explosion or from a gangster's bullet but if this kept up, Harley was going to fuck him to death. He could think of worse ways to go. All the same something about this situation was bothering him. It wasn't that she wanted it all the time, it was that for the first time since they had gotten together her sex drive didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

Sometime in the last few days Harley had starting keeping a secret from him. He didn't like that. She had been taking advantage of the fact that they didn't keep the same hours to sneak out of the hideout and do something she didn't want him to know about. He rarely slept for more than 4 hours and got up with the sun every day. He'd leave her behind in bed and go out into the world. There were certain things you had to do to make sure nothing ever took you by surprise. People had to be talked to, connections made, deals worked out. Things that Harley would only be a hindrance to, which was essentially anything that didn't involve killing or fucking. Usually he'd return in the afternoon or evening to an enthusiastic and devoted Harley Quinn. Lately he would find her gone and all that the boys knew was that she had gone out for a walk. When she eventually returned it was in a frenzy of desire. She'd jump him; her skin salty with sweat and her pussy already wet from something or someone that had nothing to do with him. It was time to end this mystery.

"Is something wrong, Mr. J?" Harley looked up from where she was unsuccessfully attempting to suck him off. He pushed his concerns about her aside until he could do something about them.

"I think I may need a break, Cupcake. Let's try getting some sleep." She looked a little sad at the suggestion but didn't argue, just pulled herself up on the bed and snuggled against him as closely as she could.

At sunrise he woke as usual and quietly got out of bed, leaving Harley still soundly asleep. He went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. His mouth and chin were completely bare of make-up. It was hard keeping it on around Harley, especially since her favorite place to sit was on his face. He intended to find out what secret thing Harley was doing today so he took a shower and left his face clean of make-up. If he walked around looking like himself she'd spot him immediately. He pulled on some jeans, a tee shirt and a hooded jacket. After stopping by the kitchen for a travel cup of coffee he left the hideout and got comfortable in an abandoned building across the street. He knew he could have a goon out here doing the boring stake out work but he didn't know what Harley was up to, it might be something he didn't want his guys knowing about.

Eventually Harley came out of the hideout and looked around to make sure she wasn't being observed. She had also chosen to dress inconspicuously, another sign that what she was doing was not Joker approved. She began walking down the road and he gave her a small head start before he followed. She was far enough ahead of him that he could still keep track of her but she couldn't hear him behind her. Harley seemed cheerful about wherever she was headed, she would occasionally start skipping and at one point she stopped to do a cartwheel. The warehouse they were staying at was in a mostly abandoned area of an old industrial part of town. Outside of his own gang most of the people around were drug addicts, dealers, homeless people and the occasional gang member though most of them avoided the area they knew the Joker to be residing in. Harley turned down a side street and he hurried up to make sure he didn't lose sight of her. When he peered around the corner of the building he saw that she had stopped and was doing the exact same thing at the corner of another building. He didn't know who she was watching but it occurred to him that he finally knew what she was doing. She was hunting.

She waited another minute or two and then walked around the corner she'd been hiding behind. He hurried over to her former hiding spot and before he could peek his head around he heard voices not far from him. He realized it was Harley talking to an unknown man.

"Look, it's twenty bucks. I'm sure a nice looking girl like you could figure out where to come by twenty dollars."

"Sure I could but I need something now. Couldn't we make a trade?" Her voice was sultry, it was clear what she was trying to trade. For what? Drugs? He'd know if Harley was using something. She was baiting her trap.

"I don't normally do that but you look pretty good, why not? This way."

When the Joker was sure that they weren't headed his way he looked around the corner and saw Harley being led into an empty building by a young Hispanic guy. There was a brief moment where rage flared up in him. She'd been so crazy horny lately a small part of him worried maybe she was looking to fuck this guy. He pushed it quickly aside, he knew Harley better than that. She might be keeping a secret from him but she wouldn't betray him, not really. He gave them a minute to get inside and then walked over to listen at the door of the building they had just entered. He heard loud, crazed laughing inside followed by the sound of someone being struck.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch? Just take the junk and go but if I see you around again you are dead, puta!" Harley's loud laughter rang out again.

"I'm not here for the drugs, asshole. You might say I'm high on life, taking your life gets me real high." Someone grunted, it must have been the dealer because Harley was giggling hysterically.

The Joker took a chance that she would be too distracted to notice and quietly entered the building. Harley had her back to him and he was hidden by shadows enough that the man she was beating didn't seem to notice him either. She hadn't brought Slugger with her but instead was kicking and punching the young man in front of her. The Joker was surprised a guy like this hadn't had a gun but then he noticed one on the ground not far from him, Harley must have taken it off him when he was still under the impression that they were in here for sex and thrown it out of reach. He wasn't surprised that she was having no trouble with the man in front of her. Harley was stronger than she looked, had a lot of experience fighting and was nearly as fearless as the Joker was. It was amazing how easily the advantage could be gained just by not being afraid to go all in on a fight. Watching Harley fight like this was thrilling. He'd seen her do just about anything you could do to a person with a baseball bat but he'd never really seen her engage in a fight without a weapon. She grunted and shrieked and made all sorts of little noises he was used to hearing while he was fucking her. He felt his dick start reacting to the sounds.

The guy was finally unconscious and the Joker was contemplating what to say to Harley when she turned around and saw him there. He was surprised when instead of leaving the man she jumped up and crashed all of her weight down onto the man's knee. He came awake with a loud scream. She repeated the action with the other knee. Why was she concerned about making sure he didn't get up and walk away? Then his eyes went wide when she started getting undressed. She threw her clothes as far from her as she could and then got down on her knees in front of the drug dealer. The man in front of her was crying too hard to notice the beautiful naked woman in front of him.

"Now let's see what we have in here." Harley said to herself as she flicked open her knife that she apparently had kept in her hand after she undressed. She stabbed it into the man's gut and then pulled it across to the left leaving a large gash. The dealer grabbed his stomach and screamed louder. When the Joker had unleashed Harleen's violent side on the world he'd created a monster. But she was his little monster and he gloried in her viciousness.

"You're really starting to ruin my fun. No more noise out of you." She raised her knife up to his mouth, a gesture she'd seen the Joker do dozens of times. He couldn't help thinking 'How cute, she wants to be like Daddy' to himself as he watched her. Instead of using his line about the scars she took advantage of the dealer raising his head up to get away from the knife at his mouth to quickly slice the blade across his now exposed throat. A sweet laugh bubbled out of her as she was sprayed with his warm blood. The Joker was completely aroused now and reached down to squeeze his cock through his jeans. This certainly explained why she came home all hot and bothered from her walks.

"Now, where were we?" She asked with another giggle. She didn't wait for an answer from the dying man but instead sliced through the front of his shirt exposing his torso. She was saying something he couldn't quite hear and tapping the tip of her knife around the man's exposed skin. The Joker risked coming closer and finally realized what she was doing.

"….My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are not it." She raised her knife over her head and stabbed down in the last spot she had tapped. A sort of burbling sound came from her victim's open throat. She must have finally killed the guy. Death by eenie, meenie, miney, moe. She wiped her knife off on the leg of his pants and threw it over to where her clothes were. Then she dipped a finger in the blood dripping out of the man's throat and giggled as she used it to doodle nonsense on his face. The Joker snuck closer to her, he was only a few feet away now. He'd had time to decide how he wanted to deal with Harley's little secret.

She stood up and looked down at the dead man and the Joker made his move. He quickly pulled out a knife and grabbed her by the back of the neck. She screamed as he pushed her into the brick wall in front of her and held the knife against her spine.

"Do you know what happens to little girls who think they can just go around killing anyone they feel like?" He asked in a gravelly voice as unlike his own as he could make it. He sounded a little like Batman. He worked hard at not laughing at that thought.

"You'd better kill me or let me go right now. Anything else happens you're gonna wish you were never born and I'm gonna be wearin' your balls as earrings!" Harley threatened. Good for her, he thought and then he couldn't help but laugh at her.

"But what if I have something else in mind for you, Cupcake?" He asked in his own voice.

"Mr. J?" She was clearly surprised by his presence. He let go of her. She turned around and he got a good look at her; her eyes were bright, her cheeks and chest flushed and her ivory skin was covered in little spatters of blood. She moved her eyes down to look at her feet, she was clearly ashamed of herself. He grabbed her chin and pushed her head up so she had to look him in the eyes. An adorable dark pink blush took over her face.

"Are you mad at me, Mr. J?" She asked timidly.

"Shut up, Harley." The Joker pushed her back up against the wall and kissed her fiercely. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He pulled her bottom lip into his mouth and bit it hard, sucking at her coppery blood. She was pinned against the wall by his body and he reached down and undid his jeans, freeing his erection. He pulled one of her legs up and wrapped it around his waist and slid his cock into her. She was wet, he knew she would be, it was obvious from the past few days that these little hunting trips were extremely exciting for her. Still as he thrust into her she cried out in pain.

"Mr. J, these bricks are kind of hurty." She complained.

"Good, that'll teach you not to keep secrets from Daddy." He thrust into her harder. Who said punishment couldn't be fun too?

"You're right, Mr. J. I've been a very bad girl." He didn't want to hear it.

"What part of shut up was confusing?" He wrapped a hand around her throat and squeezed hard enough she'd have trouble speaking but not so hard she couldn't breathe. He just wanted to fuck her, no emotional drama, no explanations from her. Things had gotten entirely too complicated between them lately and he was sick of it.

She seemed to quickly accept that she was there for his pleasure and her pain was of no concern to him. With that acceptance came greater enthusiasm from her. She pulled her other leg up and wrapped it around him so that her body was entirely supported by him and the wall and started pushing back hard against him. He felt her nails dig into the skin at the back of his neck, electric sparks zapped down his spine from the pain.

"Harder, Harley." He growled at her, he was close. She pushed her nails in again and her pussy gripped his cock in time with the pain. It was good but not enough.

"Fuck, I said harder, Harley!" He squeezed her throat more firmly for emphasis. She dug her nails further into his neck and then drug them across his skin leaving streaks of fiery pain along their path. He released her throat and she pulled in a deep breath that was then released as a series of screams. Her muscles contracted hard around him and pulled him over the edge with her. He pressed his forehead to hers while they both panted and then gave her a kiss before pulling back enough that she could stand and could move her back away from the bricks. She was still wrapped around him and not letting go.

"I'm sorry, Mr. J." She whimpered at him. He rolled his eyes at her.

"For what?" He smacked his lips together and waited for an answer.

"I don't know exactly. For going out and killing guys in secret I guess." She said with a little shrug.

"That's where this all gets, uh, confusing, Harley. Why would you think you had to do it secretly? Have I ever made you feel like you couldn't kill whoever you wanted?" He untangled her legs from his waist and put her down on her own feet.

"I guess not. I don't know why I did it." If the Joker could change anything about Harley it would be her ability to stay in denial about things that should be obvious. A little secretive remnant of Harleen.

"Something's going on with you Harley. And I have no idea what it is. Sort. It. Out." He over enunciated the last few words with a tone that made it clear he was done with her moods and odd behavior. It was enough to drive a guy crazy.