Chapter 4- Bulletproof Love

I stretch in my cell, joints popping and skin stretching over muscles. I groan and step towards the cell door. Today's the day. Chaos… will ensue… These bitches won't know what's coming. My Harley will… I hope…

I smile and grab the bars. This is going to be fun. I watch my guards, their fake confidence mixing with testosterone to produce a 'manly' looking walk over to me. I smile wider, "Well, hello! How have you guys been. I heard it's… absolutely great outside today."

"Shut up, clown!" One of them barks. They get to my cell and one signals for the door to unlock. It does and he reaches for the door. I want so badly to grab his hand, bring it up, and bite. I move myself backwards, remembering. Now is not the time. Today… Chaos comes later… Behave… Harley…

The men rush my cell and push me to the ground. Anger sparks, igniting a rage in me. I smile, "Bad move, asshats."

I roll slightly so I'm on my back with my legs lifting. Using the momentum, I push; straightening my legs into a powerful kick at the unlucky face of guard number one. I hear the crack as blood pours from his nose. Pushing off from his face, I roll completely, springing to my feet, "This is fun, guys, but I think we should get going. I have a meeting, you see."

I spread my arms wide, watching the guards. I growl and snap my teeth together, before putting my hand on my mouth. It shows a wide grin tattooed onto my skin. I chuckle slightly, removing the hand, "So, the choice is yours… end up like your friend, or bring me to my meeting without bloodied faces. So what's it gonna be?"

Being the bitches they are, they wanted to be bloody…


*Harley*

I hear him before I see him. There is a chill to the air that warms around me when I hear the cackles of insanity bubbling from him. J's comin'! Oh, boy, J's comin', Harley! I pat my pockets, making sure it's still there. I have a present for him.

I realize something is off when I hear the gurgling of liquid as he coughs afterwards. I stand and face the door when I hear footsteps, keys, and chains. The door opens and it's like the first day all over again, but it's so different it hurts.

Two people stand to each side, holding J's arms. One other guard has J lifted onto his shoulder, holding onto him much too tightly. I gulp when I spot the bruises that dance along J's face. All three of the guards have cuts and bruises scattered among the tattered remains of their clothes.

"What the hell happened?" I ask. I notice Joker has not got his straightjacket on, but I don't comment on that.

The guards set him in his seat and the one who had been lifting J replies angrily, "We got into a fight with Clown-boy here, dollface. He may be a little loopy, 'cause the doctors gave him a little something to keep 'im calm."

"What about antibiotics and pain relievers? You said it yourself, you got into a fight. He has a split lip and it sounds like he has something wrong with his lungs or ribs. If he is injured, which he clearly is, he should be in the hospital wing so he can be properly treated."

"We tried, angel. He wouldn't calm down until we said we would bring 'im to you."

"Give us fifteen minutes and then knock," I order, pointing towards the door, "So scat."

They walk out of the room, throwing dirty looks at J the whole time. I smile at him, putting him at ease as the door locks behind the guards… before I explode, "What the hell, J? Ya wouldn't calm down for the doctor ta treat ya? Ya realize with your injuries, you could very well-"

"Die, yeah, I know. But I needed to see you, Pumpkin." He stands up, walking towards me with a look in his eyes that I have never seen before. It was hungry and dominant; it captivated me and put me on the spot.

"Puddin'," I spoke softly, not wanting to break this moment, "Ya need to be alright. I need ya to be okay. Dontcha understand? I need ya. I can't lose ya."

"I know, Harley-girl. I know," he stops in front of me, looking me in the eye. I look at his exposed chest, seeing so many tattoos. There are blank patches of skin that I want to cover with my own marks. I want to- shit, he's coming closer.

He bends down, taking my face in his hands, "I missed you, Doc. I-I…" I've never seen him speechless, "I need you, Pumpkin."

I take something out of my pocket, trying to hide my shaking hands. He smiles delicately and I hear the liquid gurgling in him. It squeezes my heart, the instantaneous pain of knowing he's standing here with me instead of getting help, "So thoughtful. You know I live for these moments with you. Whaddya got for me, Doc?"

I pull it out and show him the little grey and white stuffed kitten. I squeeze the middle, moving its paws about. He smiles and reaches toward it, before he starts coughing. He falls to his knees, clutching the kitten to his stomach. I scream, tears rushing down my face as my thoughts choke me. He's dying! He's dying and it's all your fault! If he dies, Harley, I will never forgive you! You fuckin' bitch, save him!

I scramble to the door and knock, glancing back at him. He groans, "Harley, stop screaming. It hurts-"

"I know, I know. I'm getting help, Puddin', I promise. I have to yell a bit more; I'm sorry."

I slam on the door, "Open the fuck up! My patient is dying because you slow asses won't move!"

I hear the keys and I run to J's side, "Ok, J, they're gonna take you to the hospital wing. I'm coming with you and I won't fuckin' leave until you're gettin' better. You fuckin' die, though, and I'm gonna bring you to life just to kill you again. Understand?"

"Yeah, sweetie, I get it. Now, can you do me… ugh, one… eensie-weensie favor?"

"If you live, anything. I mean, yeah." You'll do anything for him and you know it. Don't pretend… You know you'll do whatever the fuck he asks.

"Get me a… machine gun. I n-need one. Don't ask questions, please, just… can you do it?"

"A-a machine gun? I… I guess… If you live, I'll bring you one."

"Good girl, baby. Now, just g-go to the lo-local gunshop and ask for a M-Mr. Frost. Tell him J-J sent you and he'll give you wh-what you need. Thank you," he smiles at me and it tastes like happiness when I press my lips to his.

The door slams open and I scramble away, shouting, "What took ya lazy asses so long? He's fuckin' dyin' because you dipshits don' know how ta work!"

"Shut up, Doctor! We're workin' now!"

I stand up, growling, but they set him on a stretcher and wheel him out. I can't leave him until I know he's being cared for, so I follow them quickly. When we get to the medical wing, I describe to the doctors there what I think is wrong and my understanding of the situation. Oh, these motherfuckers are gonna regret it. Imma talk Arkham into havin' 'em fired! Ooh… even worse, I'll deal with 'em! Yeah… as soon as possible. Revenge… avenge Mistah J…

"Doctor Quinzel? He's gonna be okay. We're fixing his ribs. If you hadn't made sure he was brought here, he'd be dead by now. I think you should go home, now. He's on his way to recovery. He'll be in here for a day or so and then he'll be good as new. He has a very advanced healing factor from something in his past… which I've requested to analyze and study-"

"No, he's not a lab rat. Whatever happened to him, I'm pretty sure was a one-time deal. Some things happened in just the right order, ya understand?"

"I don't think I do, but if you insist on-"

"I do. Now, I think I will go home. If I find out you were testing on him, I will have you fired. Understood? He's my patient, and what I say in reference to his care is the law. Okay?"

"Yes, Dr. Quinzel. I understand."

"Good. Now, Mistah Joker, you behave and let the doctors fix you up." I direct my instructions at J, letting him know I'm leaving.

"Alright, Doc. Anything for you," he breathes, smiling up at me. He's on some serious pain meds and he's definitely doped up. I smile and walk away, making my way to my car.

He'll live. He's on his way to recovery. That means you have to keep up on your end of the deal. Time to go gun shopping.

I climb into my Jeep, turning the key in the ignition and making my way out of the parking lot. I stop at a stop sign and a gloved hand shoots out from the backseat to cover my mouth. I turn slightly and spot him- the Bat, What the fuck is he doing in my car? Is he going to-

"Hello Dr. Quinzel. You treat the Joker, correct?" his hand slides off my mouth as he glides into the passenger seat.

"Yes. But why does that concern you at all? I'm treating him. He's in Arkham Asylum. There is no reason for you to be hiding in my backseat to ask me questions about my patient. You could have simply stopped in during my hours at the Asylum if you wanted to question me on how his treatment is going."

"Oh, but I'm not here to question you on that. You see, Joker has a way of getting his doctors to help him escape. They think they're helping him with his recovery, but really they're setting a trap for themselves."

"Well, it's a good thing I don't fall for bullshit, now isn't it? Speaking of bullshit, if you would make your way out of my Jeep, that would be fan-fuckin'-tastic."

"We'll be in touch, Ms. Quinzel."

"Doctor Quinzel to you, Batsy!" I yell after him as he exits.

I grumble to myself endlessly as I drive home. I walk in, and change into more casual clothes. Then, I walk back out and go to the local gunshop J mentioned: The Lead Smile.

I find a salesman and tap his shoulder, "Hello Miss, whatcha lookin' for?"

"Umm… can I see a Mistah Frost? It's mighty important."

"Right away, Miss." He goes to the back and a moment later, a sharply dressed man walks out.

"What can I do for you Miss…"

"Harley Quinn. Joker sent me."

"Ah, you're the lucky woman. Right this way. What does he want?"

"A-a machine-gun. One that I can sneak into my work," I reply unsteadily.

"I've got just the thing," he hands me a machine-gun that feels much lighter than it looks. It's ironically the same bright green as J's hair. He twists a few parts and it dismantles into three separate pieces, "That should do the trick. What do you think?"

I look at the handsome man and grin, "I think we just made J the happiest man in the world." Jonny Frost smiles and nods.

"Now, because you're J's girl… that gun is free."

I don't correct Jonny and tell him I'm his doctor. I let the words flow over me and instead, I smile and wink at the man, "Well thanks, sweetheart. I'll tell J you gave me a great discount!"

He smiles back at me and sets the three pieces in a case which is specially formed to fit it. I walk out with the case and a smile from ear to ear. J'll be so happy!

I go home and place the case next to my bag that I bring to work. I shimmy out of my clothes and pick out an oversized sweatshirt that I set on the closed lid of my toilet seat. I wash off my makeup and take a relaxing bubble bath. The steam that rises out of my tub smells like honey and vanilla with a dash of cinnamon. There is barely a hint of roses, but you can tell it is also there. I let the aroma soak into my skin, leaning back and listening to the music from my phone.

As it transitions into the next song, it switches onto a different playlist. I smile as Pierce the Veil's 'Bulletproof Love' comes on. I sing along with it as the song carries into the chorus, "My love for you was bulletproof, but you're the one who shot me!" The lyrics mesh into my mind until they are all I can hear. I chuckle softly to myself as my mind repeats the lines over and over. Bulletproof… you're the one… shot me… love for you was… but… who… my… My love for you… was bulletproof… but you're the one… who shot me…

"Oh, Mistah J!" I giggle, "My love for ya…"

"Whaddya mean, Mistah J? You love me too? Aw, J that's awful sweet a ya. I never knew ya felt that way abou' me."

I giggle and stand up, unplugging and draining the water as I step forward to grab my towel. There's green writing on it that says:

Love is sweet, until it is bitter. Then, it is no longer love but a lost friendship. I pout, "Now, that's awfully sad for a towel. Why the hell did I buy it?"

I wrap myself in the towel, drying myself slightly. I lotion my body with the same scent as my bath and inhale it as I spread the creamy substance over my skin. I pull on a pair of underwear and my blue and red sweatshirt. I sigh, feeling the thick fabric, "Man this feels like heaven. Now, maybe some ice cream with a hot brownie to finish off the night, eh?"

I call up a little dessert place and order just that. It delivers in minutes and I pay the man an extra tip. I sit on my couch with a fuzzy blanket across my lap,"This is fuckin' livin'. I just need a dog or a cat and Mistah J and I'm set!"

I giggle to myself, imagining J asleep with a fuzzy buddy curled up between his feet on my purple couch. It's too damn cute, what I'm imagining. And I want it. I want it as much as I want to breathe. It is a necessity and I almost can't bare to wait for it. Tears prick my eyes and I shovel another bite of my treat into my mouth. It's just not fair! Other gals get to stay up late with their boyfriends, talkin' about nothin' important and pettin' their precious fuzzy angels! I fuckin' want it! I want it, I want it, I want it!

I set the empty bowl to the side and curl up under my blanket. It's not fair. But, at least I get to see him tomorrow. And the sooner I sleep, the sooner I-


I wake up to my alarm clock going off. I stretch, yawning, and shove off my blanket. Time ta see Mistah J! I smile to myself and get ready. I pull on a blue blouse and dark jeans with ankle boots. I put my hair into a neat ponytail and do my makeup. I grab my stuff, check myself in the mirror one last time, and head off to work.

Today is going to be a really good day. I can feel it. It is tangible, the feeling of greatness that sits in the air today. I catch a whiff of my lotion from last night as I climb into my Jeep. I check to see if I have J's present, and then I head off for Arkham Asylum.

I pull in fifteen minutes before my daily session with J. I go straight inside to my office. I drop off my bag, putting my folders into J's case. I flip the filling that holds his gun, taking it from the top part and putting it on the bottom before placing the gun parts in. I then place the original bottom on top of that. Then my files, folders, notebook, and writing utensils on top of all of that. If they wish to search my briefcase, that is all they will find: the normal things that hide above the abnormal.

It's poetic in a way.

I walk briskly to the session room and find J waiting as normal. I smile at him as the guards close the door without a second glance at my 'briefcase.' I pull out my stuff and examine J closely. I find a bandage taped to his face, a few scattered bruises, and the straightjacket that contains him, "I thought your healing would take longer-"

"No, no. I'm special, remember?" he winks at me as he murmurs seductively. He glances at my case with a longing in his eye and I can't wait any longer. I have to know if he likes it…

Finally, I open the case and show him the concealed machine gun parts, "Jonny gave it to me for free. I hope ya like it…"

He cracks a smile as he leans forward, "Oh, Harley… you're so good- so good to me."

Curiosity prickles my skin and I work up the nerve to ask one question, "Mistah J, are you my boyfriend?"

I expect the laughter that ensues, but not the dark note that underlies it, "Harley, baby… what did I say yesterday, hmm? About asking questions?"

"No questions asked. But, that was only for the machine gun."

He rolls his neck and chuckles softly, "Ooh, you've got me there. I enjoy that… that you've got balls enough to challenge me… to challenge the boss daddy of Gotham's criminal city."

"Is that your official title?" I tease delicately.

His smile stretches wider still, exposing the full glory of his silver-capped smile, "Oh, darling… you're quite good at this. No, not officially. Officially, I'm known under many… names. The Clown Prince of Crime, the Harlequin of Hate, the 'Clowned' King, the Jokester, the Smile of Death, the Boss, the Killing Joke, the Grinning King, and Gotham's King of Crime as some examples of my personal favorites."

"That's a lot of aliases for a man who doesn't remember his name," I realize too late I've overstepped a boundary.

His smile turns deadly, it's toxic poison tainting my attitude immediately. He leans forward, faster than lightning, and snaps, "Careful, doll, or you may just end up… broken."

"Don't you remember, I already am."

"Oh, but didn't you just remind me? My memory is not the best. How does the story go? Oh, Daddy, no! Don't fuck me! Oh, God, Daddy, don't! Oh, Harleen… Harleen… oh, God, HARLEY!" He chuckles and it stings.

"You son of a bitch. I thought you cared about me."

"I do. That's the problem. It's not supposed to be like this. I'm not supposed to care! This is supposed to be easy. A one and done. This should have been simple. This shouldn't be difficult in the least! But it is and it's not fair!" He hangs his head as he inhales deeply.

"J, that's life. It's not fair, it's not easy, but it's so worth it. That's love, too-"

"No! I'm not in love with you, you slut! Don't you see? I used you! I lied and used you to get my way!" He's staring at his lap and his voice cracks.

"J, you don't mean that-"

"Yes I do. I do. I'll prove it to you. You're nothing but a whore to me." My heart shatters in my chest. I feel the burning shrapnel scrape the inside of my chest.

"If that's what you want," I whisper. Inside, I'm hoping he won't take the bait. But, I also know him too well to think that's how this will end.

His hands snap up and I know it's too late. His straightjacket falls to the ground as he stands. He walks to my side and murmurs, "Good. At least I'll get some enjoyment from you before discarding you like the trash you are." I ache at his words, but I stare him in the eye. I am stronger than his words.

He pushes me against the table and takes off his clothes. I take my clothes off gently, wanting to preserve my cute outfit, at least. If my dignity, trust, and love are all going to hell… at least I'll have petty physical things to make me momentarily happy.

J's hips grind into mine, his hard shaft rubbing against my core. I'm unhappy, but my body reacts instantaneously at his touch. I grow wet and he chuckles, 'whore', before lining up with my center. He moves my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and then penetrates me.

I hate it, but it's earth-shattering. I moan, grasping his forearms and digging my nails in. He hisses and shoves into me harder, "Good girl, baby." He moves my legs to his shoulders so he can go in harder, hitting the back of me and pulling out only to do it again.

He moves in and out of me, eliciting moans to pull from my throat, "Oh, J! Oh, God, J, don't STOP!" He grunts, pushing into me, "Oh, J! Harder, harder, faster! Oh, faster! Oh, J!"

"That's right, Harley! Oh, Pumpkin, you're so fucking tight! Who's your daddy?"

"Oh, J! You're my Daddy! Oh, Daddy, don't stop! DON'T STOP! OH, DADDY!"

J moves like no one ever before, pushing me to orgasm. His balls slapping against my wet skin, adding unneeded stimulation to the mix. I scream as my walls tighten around him, still bouncing up and down on his cock.

He moves my legs back to his waist and carries me to the wall. His pale, slender fingers grip my thighs, bending my leg until my knees are against the wall behind me. Thank God for gymnastics. He pounds into me relentless and merciless in his pursuit for his own climax. My walls tighten around him again as he groans, "Oh, Harley!" It may be my imagination, but I think I hear him murmur, "I love you."

"Puddin'," I moan as his hot seed fills me again and again. He chuckles, before pulling out of me. He throws his shirt at me and moves to the case on the table.

"Clean yourself up," he dresses in his boxers and pants before popping open the case. He grabs two of the three parts of the gun, snapping them together and attaching the third before I even comprehend just how he did it. He growls down at me before whistling, loud and piercing.

I dress as quickly as possible after cleaning myself up with his shirt. I hear the thud of heavy footsteps walking back and forth at lightning speed outside the door. And then, I know why the guards didn't look at the case.

They knew… They fucking knew.

I hear rapid gunfire as men barrel into the room in assorted ridiculous costumes. J signals at me and men grab me and drag me away as J walks out of the room and opens fire. The men shove me into a room that I've never been in. I know immediately that everything is wrong. This is one of the rooms I refused to enter.

Electroshock therapy is barbaric and cruel. I refuse to use that method on any patient. No matter what the case. And now, the very therapy I hate the most is going to be used on me. Twisted. Demented. I should have expected no less.

I bucked against the straps of the table as the men joke to each other about what they all wanted to do to me… but 'too bad, 'cause Mr. J wants her for 'imself.' I scream at them, trying to hold back the tears. As anger worms it's way into my system, that at least becomes easier.

Unfortunately, heartbreak isn't as easy to overcome.

But they had warned me, hadn't they? He's dangerous, Harleen. Be careful, Harleen. But no! I can handle him, I promise. He's just another guy, though. I should have fuckin' expected this. He seduced me into believing- honestly believing- that he loved me. I should have known.

Broken promises all over again… Dammit, why the hell am I so weak?

And even though I know this, it stills sends a shiver down my spine when I hear it, "Oh, what do we have here?"


A/N:

So sorry for the wait! I had homecoming dance and football game, and just a lot of shit period going on. I'm not sorry for the cliffhanger, but I do kinda feel bad… Anyway, thank you all so much for the amazing responses I got since my last update!

Song for this chapter is as the title and song lyrics in the chapter imply: Pierce the Veil's 'Bulletproof Love', which I recommend everyone goes and listens to now!

Today, I have 11 reviews from October 2nd to the present (October 11th). Thank you so much, and I hope you guys liked this chapter and its length as much as I enjoyed writing it! It is longer than all of my previous chapters! Hooray!

Now, new challenge. If I get twenty reviews, the fifth chapter will be just as many pages! Good luck, and thank you!

XO ~ Puddin's