"Earth Angel, Earth Angel…will you be mine…my darling dear…love you all the time…I'm just a fool…a fool in love with you…"
The Joker leaned into the wood of the doorframe, crossing his arms in his chest with a smug grin as he watched Harley sing to Angel in their bed. He had never heard her sing before and didn't realize she possessed such a talent; he likened her soothing vocals to that of Ella Fitzgerald.
"…Earth Angel, Earth Angel…the one I adore…love you forever…and ever more…I'm just a fool…a fool in love with you…"
Angel was rubbing her eyes with the back of her tiny fists, hugging her harlequin dolly close to her under the covers while her mother sang her sweetly to sleep.
"…I feel for you…and I knew…the vision of your lov-lovliness…I hope and I pray…that someday…I'll be the vision of your…hap-hapiness…"
Her heavy eyes were drooping lower with each phrase and her rosy cheeks raised slightly as she grinned.
"…Earth Angel, Earth Angel…will you be mine…my darling dear…love you all the time…I'm just a fool…a fool…in…love…with you…"
Harley's sweet voice trailed off, ending the song just as her daughter slipped deeply into dreamland. She kissed her head and brushed the blonde hair softly across her forehead before sitting up to turn and face the door, just now noticing her boyfriend.
"I didn't know you could sing", he whispered.
"You never asked", she replied quietly, "Want me to sing you to sleep, too?"
He chuckled and shook his head, walking over to grab a pillow from his side of the bed.
"Where are you going?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"I'll sleep in one of the rooms downstairs until she gets use to the place. Plus, I kick, remember?"
She smiled at him, "You don't have to do that. She sleeps very soundly."
"Not with a strange man in her bed."
"You're not a strange man, you're her Father", his face changed subtly, but she could read him like an open book with enlarged font, "Oh my god, you still won't let yourself love her, will you?"
"I just need time, alright? It's only been two days, you gonna tell me you love her already?"
"Yes", she answered without hesitation, "like I carried her inside me for nine months."
"Baby, that's great and I'm glad you're finally happy", he assured her, trying to keep his voice down in their argument as he walked back to her side of the bed and kissed her on the head, "but I'm afraid it's just gonna take more time than that for me." He looked down at the sleeping Angel and grinned, "She's a cutie pie, though, maybe it won't take very long."
Harley smiled at him again and watched him exit the room, closing the door quietly behind him to head downstairs and find a less than comfortable bed. He couldn't shake the feeling that this entire ordeal was still a terrible mistake that would end very badly and with plenty of heartache, but his strong-minded girlfriend had given him an ultimatum when she rendered him unconscious with the toe of her boot: she was now a package deal, and if he wanted her, he'd have to take Angel with her. His reluctantcy to growing attached to the child had much more to do with the fact that he secretly expected that they would not be able to keep her, but of course, he would never tell Harley that. It might hurt her too much.
Hours later, The Joker jolted awake and swung his fist out in the dark, knuckles aching as he made contact with something hard at his waist level.
"Ow! Jeezus!" Harley yelped from under the covers.
"Harley?" he asked hazily, "The hell are you doing?"
She poked her head up through the sheets, rubbing the side of her head, "Well, I was going to wake you up with a blowjob, but now I just want to go take an Advil."
"You know better than that shit", he scolded her hoarsely.
"I know, I know; no sneaking. Ouch."
He reached under the small lamp next to the twin-sized bed located in one of the old dressing rooms beneath the stage, and clicked on the dim light.
"Where'd I get you?" he asked, squinting.
"Right in my head. Was that your fist?"
"Mhmm, sure beats the hell out of a pointed boot, trust me", he retorted.
She chuckled at him, "Lesson number one about Moms: never threaten their babies."
"Got it. Learned it. I'm good", he cleared his throat, "Do I still get a reward for being a good student?"
"Nope", she teased and tried to get up to leave.
"Hey!" he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back on top of him, "I want my reward…Doc."
So, they were going to play 'Arkham Asylum' tonight. Alright, she'd play along.
"Release me this instant, Mr. Joker! This is completely unprofessional", she demanded in her very best Dr. Quinzel impersonation.
He gripped her wrist tighter and grabbed her by the throat, "Or you'll what?"
"I'll scream! I'll scream and they'll come running!", she whined in feigned terror.
"Not if I kill you first", he sneered, lust growing in his dark eyes.
He shifted his weight and threw her back onto the bed, pinning her beneath his weight.
"Wait, where are we? On the therapy couch?" she asked, breaking character for a moment.
"My cell."
"Well, you're going to have to do a better job keeping me quiet if you don't want the guards or orderlies to hear. You're in the high profile hall, remember?"
He reached next to the bed and magically retrieved a roll of duct tape with a keen grin.
"No, not duct tape!" ,she protested, "That shit hurts when you pull it off!"
She squirmed beneath him and could feel his arousal between their clothes as he quickly pulled a piece off the roll.
"I said no, goddamnit!" she yelled and tried to struggle away from him, but he held her head to the pillow and placed the tape firmly over her mouth as she screamed muffled and genuinely angry profanities up at him.
He then grabbed hold of each of her wrists and bound them together with a thick layer of concentric taping while she thrashed and made attempts to yell underneath him. Tossing the roll of tape aside with a sinister smile, her grabbed her bound wrists and held them above her head, looking down into her displeased stare.
"It's your own stupid fault for coming into my cell alone, Doc", he continued with the game, "You should have known how badly I've wanted to fuck you. Normally I'm not a raping man, too much work. But, you see, they keep us locked in these glass fishbowls for the world to see in whenever it wants, watching us while we shower with a group of other sex-deprived dudes. There's absolutely no way to relieve the tension in privacy. Some of the guys go ahead and rub one out in their cells, but I just can't focus with security guards and orderlies gocking in at me. Months and months of sexual energy pent up inside me while I sit day after day with a beautiful and unbelievably sexy little blonde who I can't even touch; now that is just cruel and unusual punishment."
Her anger was fizzling beneath her own rapidly growing arousal as he spoke. She wondered if Dr. Quinzel had ever felt this excited or if she had any secretly suppressed sexual frustrations built up while she treated this incredibly desirable man for six months. The thought almost made her jealous, but she reminded herself that he had only ever had sex with her from the very beginning, and she immediately felt better. It had been she who had taken over the very first night in Harleen's bed when the fool had refused to act on the physical contact she knew she desired. It had been her again the following evening on the couch, and again on the bed, and so on…each memory only further pushed her over the edge and her every fiber was soon screaming for him. In her reminiscing thoughts, she hadn't realized that he had ruthlessly torn her pajama pants down her legs and was now hastily unfastening the buckle of his own belt as he hovered over her with malicious eyes. Remembering her part, she began struggling and faking muffled pleas for mercy while he still held her bound hands above her head with his other hand.
"Don't take it so personally, Doc", he teased darkly, finally freeing himself from his restrictions and settling between her thighs, "You snuck into my cell, so I can only assume that means you must have wanted something from me. Remember what it was?" With his question, he pushed roughly into her and she moaned beneath her duct tape as her eyes rolled in their sockets.
"What's that, Doc? I didn't hear you", he asked with another harsh thrust that made her spine tingle while she continued to moan louder.
His hips began to rock to a violently hard rhythm and her back arched at the sensation of her already quickly approaching climax.
"You know what I think you need, Doc?", he leaned forward and whispered into her ear, hips still moving, "I think you need to cum, and I think you need me to make you do it. Am I right?"
She moaned again and shook her head in her character's protest.
"No?", he toyed, "well, you're just sendin' me mixed signals now, Doc. If you don't want it…", her climax was just on the verge of release, and he knew it, "…then-why-are-you-so-wet?"
He crashed into her with each word and electricity coursed through her like lightening through a metal rod in a rain storm. She screamed out in pleasure, tape still holding her lips firmly closed while she rocked against him with her hips. Slowly, the ecstasy ebbed away and her body relaxed as she sighed in her satisfied euphoria. He smiled down at her while he continued thrusting and lowered his mouth to her ear again.
"See, isn't that so much better?", she attempted to remain in character and struggle against him, but the overwhelming relaxation in her muscles proved it to be a rather difficult task, "You wanna do it again?"
She shook her head and attempted to create a look of terror in her eyes, but in all honesty, she didn't know if she could climax again. He pulled away from her and sat back on his heels before flipping her roughly over onto her stomach, shoving the pillow beneath her hips so they were elevated slightly from the bed. Her hands were pinned almost painfully under her chest and he leaned back over her to insert himself once again. Moaning in shock, her head shot up from the pillow and she thought she might faint from the pleasure. Something about the new angle had provided him with an advantage of some sort and one which she did not intend to protest against, game or no game.
"Feel that, Doc?", he asked, breathing onto the back of her neck, "that's you about to cum again."
He was correct. Whatever this genius had done was working with expert precision and she was soon screaming with her forehead planted into the mattress. As her body began to relax again, she felt him grab onto her hips and pull backward so they hovered over her knees with her head still resting on the bed.
"My turn", he insisted with an audible smile, "Feel free to sing along."
She thought for sure she would die as the third climax began to form at her core with his change in position. His movements were quick and hard, almost painful, but she was soon indeed singing along with his intense moaning and growling. He had been known to give her multiple orgasms, but never with this much ease. The man had been holding out on her, but she was much too satisfied to be angry for the time being.
"Fuck, Harley!" he cried out as he reached his peak, throwing her into her own again at the sound of her name. The tape was beginning to moisten between the small parts in her lips beneath, and her wrists were throbbing from the tight binding what was now rolling in on itself to create a tight rope-like bracelet.
When he was completely spent, he collapsed over her, forcing her to lay flat onto the bed, panting heavily. After a moment's rest, and with all the remaining strength she possessed, Harley pushed her arms into the bed and lifted herself and The Joker who still lay on across her back. He sat back and allowed her to move to the edge of the bed where she looked at him and held her wrists out to be cut free.
"Oh, I don't know", he teased, "I kinda' prefer you this quiet."
She rolled her eyes and muffled a profanity at him. He laughed, reaching into the pockets of his still-worn slacks to retrieve his switchblade and cut her bindings. She pulled them off and quickly removed the tape over her mouth with a shout before standing to scoop her pajama pants from the floor and pull them quickly over her legs while he lay back down on the sweaty bed. Noticing her walk toward the door he raised onto his elbows,
"Hey! Where you goin'?"
She turned back to him with a smile and walked to the bed, planting a quick kiss over his scar before turning back, "Thanks for the orgasms."
He snickered at her, "You're leavin' me here?"
"If the baby wakes up alone, she'll be scared."
"Well, I feel used and dirty", he smirked as he watched her blonde hair disappear through the door.
Harley jogged quickly back to their bedroom in the Cigar Lounge where she found Angel still breathing softly in her sleep, wrapped in the fluffy covers beneath the gentle glow of her nightlight, harlequin doll still firmly attached to her little arm. Her mother smiled and felt the intense emotion rise in her chest. She loved this little girl more than should could ever imagine loving another human being for the rest of her life, but of course, she would never tell The Joker that. It might hurt him too much.