Authors Note- To be honest, when I first started writing this story I wasn't completely sure I would ever continue it. I had no idea anyone would actually read it. However if a story I'm writing gets at least one review or favorite I will update for that person…I suppose Flowers from a Ghost got more attention than I thought it would. Here is the second chapter for those who wanted to read it. Warning this chapter contains graphic non-consensual sexual content.
Chapter two- The beautiful ones
A pair of crystal blue orbs fluttered open to the sound of a certain clown prince of crime bellowing from what sounded like the bathroom "Harley! Where in god's name are my socks?" At first the blonde's blue eyed vision was blurred, lines of color mixed with streams of light to create fuzzy images. Harley's rather delicate fingers shifted across the pillow, over cool creases of a crisp white covering as her blond locks fell in silken strands over her shoulder with the shift of her curvaceous body. "What the hell is taking you so long?" he snapped viciously and the little harlequin could almost see the look in his emerald eyes, the flare of his nostrils and the lines around his ruby red lips as they peeled back over his yellow teeth.
"Comin' Puddin!" Harley yelled as her small feet touched the floor. The dress she wore from the night before hung on her frame in a way it hadn't when she first put it on. Her stocking clad feet felt raw against the materials encasing them as she walked across the hard floor. When she got to the dresser, Harley simply opened the drawer and refused to look her reflection in the eye. She was no longer the beautiful, bubbly girl she was last night. Today she was broken, rotting from the inside out and weary. Her carefully done make up served only to add to the mess smeared across her once lovely face. Vibrant blue eyes had dulled as her fingers ached as she gripped a pair of dress socks she'd mated into a ball for her Mistah J.
The bathroom was just a few feet down the hallway leading out of the bedroom door. Blond locks fell over ivory shoulders as Harley's silhouette filled the doorway, her eyes peering at The Joker's reflection over his shoulder. He made a few faces at himself in the mirror running his skilled tongue over his bottom row of grisly teeth. Arching a green eyebrow he jerked his head toward his little harlequin and said "Thanks doll face, but uh... next time make it snappy and oh" he chuckled darkly "and do it with a smile."
Harley nodded swallowing the lump in her throat and forced a pretty smile, a lying smile, her best smile. "Better." said the clown as he unmated the socks in his hands and lifted himself up onto the counter to slip them onto his feet "Get yourself dressed, Harles. We have things to do today." the clown prince of crime grinned at her, a leering kind of grin that held the promise of chaos. Her heart raced, oh how she adored his smile even in her most painful hours...when she wanted to hate him...when she wished she didn't need him...that smile could bring her to her knees.
In nearly an hour Harley was dressed in her usual jester suit and speeding down the highway under the midmorning grey sky that always seemed to ensnare Gotham City. Behind the wheel was the grinning ghoul himself. His gloved fingers strained over the making of the steering as a rather large smile stretched to his ears. "You're glowin', Mistah J." The beautiful blond crooned with a full ebony lipped smile.
"Of course I am Harley-girl, were going to see a good friend of mine. We just have to get his attention first…now where to start" the clown mused as he glanced from place to place with deep green eyes.
The little bells adorning the girl's jester hat jingled a bit as the rickety old car made its way down a bumpy street. "What about that old opera theater, hm Puddin? That place is always good for a scream." The Brooklyn blonde giggled obnoxiously at her own little joke "Did ya get it Mistah J? Scream? Opera?"
The Joker's face pinched up as his thin lips pursed, the car came to a violent screeching halt. The little harlequin jolted forward, her blue eyes slammed shut as a violent grip caught the bell of her hat "I give the punch lines around here!" he snapped in her face, yellow teeth gleaming as his nostrils flared and darkness filled his eyes "Got it?" The blond was stunned, a small inaudible squeak escaped her painted lips. Her boyfriend gave her a violent shake, his hand still gripped the ear of her hood "Well?"
"Yes sir!" Harley quipped. The clown seemed to seethe as he went back to driving. Harley crossed one leg over the other and focused her gaze on the yellow and grey streaks that flew across the ground with the passing of the car. Mistah J always laughed, just never at her jokes. Without really meaning for it to, Harley's mind flashed back to her box of roses. Each flower was hand picked just for her by someone who clearly thought she was special. 'For Harley' that's what each card said. Sometimes she truly wished she could write him back, sometimes she wished she knew who he was...but in the end finding out would be the end of the world. She could never lay comfortably beside her clown prince if she could put a face to those beautiful roses.
"Ah here we are!" the clown sang as he pulled into the back of what appeared to be a strip club. Harley immediately furrowed her brow and looked at her lover as he stepped out of the car, cane in hand, hat on his head. "Harley baby, get out of the car." he grinned but his voice promised that he was not going to wait. Harley nodded and danced out of her seat wordlessly. "Atta girl." crooned the clown as he opened up the back door and grabbed the bag from the floor. His gloved hands shoved it into his Doll's arms and started to explain the plan for this escapade "This place is run by a mobster named Vinny, alright doll face?" he spoke slowly as if talking to a child and Harley nodded knowing better than to ask a question.
"Vinny cheated me out of a great deal of money, he is the reason you and I had to leave our last hideout, and I need you, to put on the costume I just gave you...walk out onto that platform and perform like you're trying to get a job as one of his show girls...while you do that...and he's distracted...I will make my way to the room you are in...and when I get what I want out of him I am going to kill him."
Harley nodded and opened her mouth to speak, a vampish smile curved her black lips "So I jus' gotta audition to be his showgirl?" she questioned. The Joker nodded and curled a finger beneath her chin before giving it a rough jerk, forcing his girl to look him in the eye.
"I don't think I have to tell you...not to actually let him see you naked." his hot breath danced over her lips and sent shivers down her back.
"O..of course not Mistah J, I know better than that." Harley chirped and turned around on her heel "This is me goin' to do jus' watcha' said!" her speed increased as she made her way into the unexpectedly busy club. "Yeesh, aint'cha got anythin' better to be doin' right now?" questioned the blond as she walked unnoticed into the closest bathroom. To anyone around her she probably just looked like any other costumed showgirl, a tease for anyone with a weird clown fetish. There was no need to sneak around, she needed to be quick anyhow.
Once safe inside of a bathroom stall, Harley stripped out of all of her clothing, inside the bag Mistah J had given her two sets of clothing, one for when she first walked in, this consisted of a pair of ripped up jeans and a blood red off the shoulder sweater with a pair of stilettos to match. Her long blond hair cascaded over her shoulders as she left the bathroom, dressed in everyday attire, no one other than a few stupid men gave her a second glance.
Her blue eyes scanned the room until she found the bar, her shoes made no audible sound over the booming music as she walked across the room. The bartender looked young, his eyes were green and he looked her over rather slowly before asking "What can I do for you?"
Harley folded her arms on the surface of the bar and leaned in with a pretty smile "I'd like to talk to Vinny, I was supposed to audition for him today, wanna help a lady out?"
"Sure thing, babe." the man stated with a click of his tongue before motioning for Harley to follow him down a dimly lit hallway where the pulsating music finally gave it a rest. Harley's blue eyes darted from place to place as she followed the bartender to the very last door on the left of the narrow passage. "Fair warning, Vinny's been drinking a bit this morning so be careful." His large hand gave her a rough push into the room, the door slammed behind her.
"And you are?" a voice slurred from the chair in the middle of the room.
"I'm here to audition for ya, I wanna be one of your girls." she chimed as she walked toward the platform with a pole positioned in it's center.
The mobster arched a brow and snickered "Alright baby, strut your stuff." his eyes were a haze of crack and liquor. His lust was apparent as his eyes trailed up the length of her legs. Harley looked to the bag, the second outfit her lover had given her was meant for the "audition" it was a lacey jester piece, complete with a diamond pattern corset, matching heeled boots, dual colored red and black garter and lace boy shorts.
"Jus' uh, lemme go change." Harley smiled remembering that the Joker had stated rather clearly that this man was not to see her naked.
"Go ahead and change right here." Vinny mumbled gesturing to her with the cup of vodka in his right hand.
Harley stared at him with round blue eyes "But I-"
"But nothing, get ready or get out." he barked.
Harley bit her lower lip and glanced at the door. Where is he? Was all she could think. "Look, I gotta change, the outfits part of th-" she was cut off when Vinny slammed his hand down over her mouth. He was tall, standing up straight he towered over her. He ran his nose up her cheek, the stubble on his chin grazed her soft skin and the smell of liquor fresh on his breath made the blond ill. Her hands prodded up his stomach, nails digging into his flesh through his shirt as she hissed into his hand.
"I know- I know who you are." the mobster slurred in her ear and Harley froze "I'd recognize that- that acc- accent anywhere, you're the clown's little slut. I know you." the alcohol in his body must have been his fuel, this man was making a big mistake if he honestly knew who she was. "Is he comin' here to kill me? Huh, Harley?"
Blond curls fell around her face as she nodded slowly, her stomach had already started to swell into a tight knot. The sound of her heart beat drumming in her ears was nearly enough to drown out his voice. "Well, I guess I'll make...make this shit worth my while, right?" he balled his free hand into a fist and thrust it into her stomach, causing her body to fold over his hand. Her long hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders as she drooled a pool of warm saliva into his hand, an ugly sound escaped her throat. "Don't tell me...y..you're broken already, You're the Joker's bitch, aint'cha...can'tcha take more then that?" He grabbed a handful of her blond hair up in his hand and pulled hard at the roots, a burning pain spread over her scalp as she cried out and he threw her body down on the floor, landing the toe of his leather shoe right in the middle of her spine "Answer me slut!"
It ached, her lungs already burned. She could handle it, Joker had beaten her far worse. She could handle it. A gasp escaped her full lips as she forced herself onto her hands and knees. A delicate hand moved to the top of her head, her scalp was still on fire. Everything hurt. Before she was even on her feet, Vinny grabbed the back end of her red sweater and threw her back onto her stomach. His hand forced the back of her sweater up as his free hand worked up underneath her body, feeling up to her firm breasts, held in place by a black lace bra. "Joker sent'cha in here to distract me, didn't he?" the drunk grinned right against her ear.
The little doll swung her body around, slamming her fist into his jaw she stumbled forward and made a break for the door. Right as her hand caught the handle, the mobster slammed her up against the steel, her stomach was forced against the handle that was once going to set her free. Saliva dripped from the corners of her lips as he pinned both hands above her head with just one of his large hands, long boney fingers held her in place.
"You like to make shit hard, dont'cha?" he sneered as he slammed his fist into her back, forcing the door knob to press further into her already knotted stomach. A pathetic whimper escaped from the depths of her throat as he landed another blow right in her back. Right in the middle of her spine. Violent tremors wracked her entire body as hot tears started to gather in her crystal eyes.
That free hand dropped into his back pocket, he produced a pocket knife and viciously cut through the back of her sweater to expose her bra strap. A flick of the blade and snap went the bindings of her lace garment. Harley felt her breasts press against the door, the cold sent another violent shiver down her slender form. The tip of the blade pushed against her tender skin, right above the dimple on the left side of her back, at the bottom of her spine "Move and it will...be...so...much...worse." hissed Vinny as he started to carve into her back. Harley screamed out in pain, hot tears fountained down ivory cheeks as she screamed out at the top of her burning lungs "MISTAH J!" she slammed her knee against the steel door in an attempt to get someone's attention but the music outside practically shook the building, no one was going to hear her.
She heard the sound of him fumbling with his belt and slammed her eyes shut "Please...please don't!" her cheeks were soaked with hot tears now, so wet in fact that her hair clang to her skin the way it would if she'd just gone for a walk in the pouring rain. "Feed me glass!" she screamed at the top of her lungs "Stomp on my throat! JUST DON'T TOUCH ME ANYMORE!" the thought of being penetrated by anybody other than her Puddin made her want to throw up. It made her sick to her very core.
Once his belt was off, he looped it around her wrists, leather to skin, it coiled tighter and tighter, the tip of his knife created the new hold for the belt to buckle firmly, tightly around her already raw wrists until she could not move them anymore. Next was the chain he wore on his pants. The sound of it jangling in his free hand made her wheeze. The drunk mobster proceeded to connect the chain to the belt around Harley's wrists and throw her limp body to the hard floor. She landed with a thud and started trying to free her wrists from the belt, the chain made a scraping sound as she shifted around the floor. Vinny's hands gripped her heels and started to drag her across the room, back to the platform. Harley gasped as her head smacked the step on the way up.
"Lemme go!" she wheezed, drool continued to drip down her chin as Vinny straddled her hips and wrapped the chain around the base of the strip pole. She was stuck, trapped, on her back with a drunk mobster full of hate for her lover ready to rape and kill her sitting right on top of her.
His hands tore the rest of her shirt and bra away, leaving her heaving chest out in the open. Harley felt even more tears bubble up to her blue eyes. She was exposed to someone other than her clown prince. Mistah J...where are ya? The thought ran through her head once again. "You'll pay for this, I swear you'll pay!" Harley spat as the mobster dragged her ripped up jeans off of her along with her high heels. She squirmed and he grabbed her right ankle forcing it up to her face in a manner that would have hurt more if she weren't so flexible.
Another drunken slur left the man's lips "He's already gonna kill me, ain't he?" his free hand worked to free his throbbing erection from the binds of his pants. It took him only moments.
"You're pathetic." said the crying girl as she threw her head back and screamed "MISTAH J!" at the top of her lungs once again.
"He seems to be takin' his sweet time comin' here to get'cha, whore, maybe he forgot about'cha." taunted the dark eyed man as he pulled her lace panties up her full thighs just enough to expose her cunt. The smallest amount of hair adorned the flesh above her pink lips and she screamed for help as he pressed his tip against her entrance. Before she could finish the phrase "Mistah J" he slammed inside of her, silencing her.
Harley's heart dropped, someone besides her lover had violated her. This man was disgusting, drunk and he looked at her with a hunger, the way a dog eyes a fresh t-bone. "Nothin' personal, Missy." he groaned as he pushed in and out of a silent Harley Quinn. "Just gotta...ngh...mmm...gotta...huh... make sure that bastard suffers." the sounds of pleasure spilling from his lips caused bile to rise in the back of her throat, it spilled from the corners of her lips and she began to choke on it. Maybe if I'm lucky...I'll choke and die...that was the new thought on her mind. After all, Puddin forgot all about comin' here...he ain't comin...I'm fine with dyin' now...like...like this...Through her haze of thoughts, Harley almost did not hear...the door swing open.