Hey everyone! I really appreciate all the feedback, and I took some of your suggestions into account while writing this chapter. Also: fair warning… there are some lemons waiting at the end of the chapter. I'm new to writing that kind of thing so I hope its not complete shit (it might actually be super kinky bye). OH AND! In this chapter you'll get to see Batsy and Scarecrow.
Reminder: I've based this Joker mainly on J Letos version presented in SS. So. Keep that in mind if you feel he is being to 'soft' or whatever. This Joker is head over heels for the Queen of Gotham ;) Okay. Enjoy, and thanks for waiting.
-Mads
A great light divided the sky. Gotham was quiet. A purple clad man waited on a rooftop.
"Joker?" Asked an unnaturally husky voice, from no particular origin in the darkness. The Batman.
J swung around playfully, laughing in mock excitement. "Where are ya, Batsy? Come out come out wherever you are!"
There was a thud to J's right and he turned to face the Bat. "Oh! There he his! Wow, this thing really works." He said, gesturing to the Bat Signal.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything… What does the masked crusader do on a Friday night, I wonder…" J taunted him.
"What do you want, Joker?" Asked Batsy, already irritated by The Joker boisterous attitude.
"Oh we're going to skip the small talk are we?" Laughed J. He leaned against the Bat Signal's steal mount, at ease.
"Well, to put it shortly… The Mrs. and I had a celebration of sorts this evening. But like I'm sure most of your dates turn out… it was a bit of a flop." J made a whistling noise and traced a finger through the air, and then he made a noise that imitated an explosion, and he threw his hands up in the air and laughed menacingly. It was a bit forced though, and Bat noticed the change in him. He knew his age old enemy like he knew the back of his hand.
"Just get to the point, Joke." Husked the Bat.
"Fine, fine. Something in the river has brainwashed Harley… I had a doc of mine check her out, but he told me to ask you."
There was an awkward silence between the two, as Bat processed what was being said.
"You are asking me for help."
The Joker winced at the irony, but laughed casually. "I know I'm not you favorite, Batsy. But Harls has no beef with you… Besides that one time with the shark tank…" He trailed off.
"Maybe you should admit her to a hospital…" Suggested Bat, a little annoyed. "If you care so much about her why don't you let her go. She has the chance to live a normal life now… free and clear of your games… Maybe get her sanity back?" He was pacing around the Joker while he talked, as if he was a bird circling his prey. But his tone was casual, almost amused, as he taunted the clown.
J fisted his hands. "My love for her is no game."
Bat laughed. "Love! You're not capable of love. You're a menace. Your only desire is to wreak havoc apon Gotham and the world. Why should your relationship with a woman be any different than how you treat the rest of us, hm?" He sneered, still circling him.
"Harley understands me. We wreak havoc together. And yes… Sometimes, on each other," He paused to wink at the Bat suggestively, "But she is more to me than a henchwoman or any bitch with boobs… I made her. I freed her! No one will ever be like her no matter what lengths I go to in order to recreate her… She's so alive, so passionate, oh- and teachable, they have to be teachable. She lives for me..." He stared at his reflection in the puddle beneath him. He shook his head, realizing he'd blabbered on.
"You sick fuck. You think she wants this, but I bet you she would leave your tacky ass if you gave her the chance… In fact I would bet my fortune that you have her literally tied down somewhere. You do! Dont You?"
Anger overflowed and hissed against the burner inside of J and he lunged for Batman angrily. A roar escaped his lips and he gripped the unsuspecting Bruce by the throat. After taking a few hits from the caped crusader he sobered up from his anger. His laughter echoed in the night, above the rooftops, laughing more and more every time he took a hit. "Hit me! Cmon- hit- OOF! HAHAHAHA OH HAHAHA!" He laughed until Bat was bored of punching a limp giggling punching bag. Blood dripped from J's lips, mixing with his scarlet makeup. He spit between chuckles. "Remind me to ask for your help more often, Batsy. This is a great time!"
Batman turned away, angrily. "You disgust me. I know who messed with the river water. I was just dealing with him before you interrupted me with your love life issues. But there's know whay in hell I'm telling you who it was."
The Joker stood up all wobbly, and he was struck with an idea. Uhoh Bats, you should have been more careful not to tell me where you've been. He feigned remorse.
"You really think she would want to leave me?"
The Batman turned around, not believing his ears. Morning light was creeping over the cityscape.
"Yes. She is a human being, Joke. She isn't a pet of yours." His words stung, but J had a part to play.
"She won't understand if I suddenly come back, and send her to a hospital… I already explained to her why she can't go…" Joker looked past the Batman, and to the sunrise, as if he was in deep thought.
"What if…" J caressed his chin and paced. "What if I told you where to go to fetch her… And you told her you defeated me… And she would have shot at losing her charges as a maniac. If they do have to commit her though-" His brow knit together, worriedly. "Make sure they take her somewhere decent?.. Not Arkham or Belle Reiv. Give her someplace she can have pets… or watch cartoons…" His words turned to mutters. Suddenly the part he was playing felt too real. Batman was dumbfounded.
"Yes or no, Bat?" J pushed. His tone a bit tortured. What's your problem, J?
The masked man nodded, all business. "Where do I go?"
Joker pulled out a playing card, and a fountain pen (another old fashion trinket of his), and he scribbled the fake address there. Without looking at Batman, he held the card out for him to grab.
"No games?" Asked the Bat, skeptical still.
"Never." And he smiled his best toothy smile.
After the caped crusader had disappeared from sight, J allowed himself a mischievous chuckle. He knew where the Bat kept his sweet ride while he answered signal calls, and he knew that he hadn't taken it to find Harley because he had given him a close enough address to where they were currently.
He found the Batmobile beneath a tarp. It was parked sneakily near some trash bins. The trash bins were the same bins he often left his criminals cuffed to for the GPD to come pick up. J knew because some of his own guys had been left there in the past.
He hopped into the car excited and snickering. He lit the ignition and yelped excitedly when it roared to life. "Ooooooh purr for daddy!" Using the nickname Harls gave him made him wish she were with him right then. She would love this adventure. Soon. He thought. Soon I will have my babydoll back to normal.
He started messing with the GPS as he drove wildly through the quiet city. He hit "select last searched address" on the navigation screen.
"Well. That was easy." He said to himself.
The drive was turning out to be much longer than he had anticipated, so he decided to call Johnny to pass the time. He answered by the third ring.
"Hello, J."
"How is she?"
"Well…She's a bit hysterical actually."
"What? How?" Joker struggled to drive and hold the phone to his ear.
"I can't be sure but I think she was just jumping on the bed moments ago… screaming about how we can't keep her locked up here and that she has rights and that someone is for-fucking-sure looking for her ass-" He could hear loud banging and shouting on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, yeah okay… Well, she needs to calm her tits… Oh her meds, they might help her calm down. I don't usually give them to her but until I'm back it might be best…"
"I'll try Mr. J. She screams bloody-murder if anyone comes into the room, she keeps demanding she talk to you-"
"Jesus H. Christ, she's a little girl, and she's locked to the headboard. Stop being such a pussy. Put the meds in her food, okay?"
"Yes, Mr. J."
The line went dead.
The Joker "arrived at his destination" by about mid-day. The GPS had sent him out of the city and a ways up the river. The address he ended up at was a small riverside farmhouse and barn. He smiled at its quaintness, and got out of the Batmobile whistling "Old Mcdonald". He no sooner took three steps toward the house before he heard an immense "clicking" of weapons being loaded. Heads covered by hayseed sacks popped up around the yard, fully encircling him. He raised his hands halfway up in the air, politely. "Well… I stick out like a tuxedo at a barndance, wouldn'tcha say?" He laughed.
Two of the sack heads looked at each other and exchanged words. They were too far away for The Joker to hear. One of them nodded at the other and the smaller one ran off towards the barn.
"Is he getting Ma and Pa? Cause I gots ta talk to whoever is in charge of this… this… prairie house."
The barn doors opened, and a skinny man, with a cane walked from the barn, and gestured for J to come closer. He complied, waving happily at the poised guards.
"I don't believe it! If it isn't the infamous Joker! What a pleasant surprise." Greeted Scarecrow, in his strange high pitched voice.
"Come, Skvetch! Get a drink for our friend!" The two walked into the barn. On the inside it looked like a mix of a laboratory and a nightclub.
"Well that's more like it!" J said, satisfied.
Scarecrow and J sat down at the bar together.
Scarecrow tilted back a shot, and then looked at J, incredulous. "So J. Tell me how you hijacked that beautiful… Car."
J turned to him, not really in the mood.
"As much as I'd love to brag, I have more pressing matters to discuss with you." He said, in his most gentlemanly tone.
Scarecrow smiled at him, amused, yet wary. He knew what The Joker was capable of. "What is it, friend?" He asked.
"I'm afraid you owe me something."
Scarecrow's eyes narrowed. "We never made a-"
"You're careless experimentation has come to my attention." Barked the Joker, losing his patience.
"Harley… the water…" He was too angry to put a thoughtful sentence together. He smoothed his green hair back and breathed deeply.
Scarecrow chuckled. "Oh, let me guess… Memory loss?"
J stood up, and leaned over the small doctor. "Tell me you can fix her if you value your pathetic little life!"
There was a small clicking sound, and Dr. Crows eyes widened when they caught the gleam of the Jokers razor sharp pocket knife. The fear in him subsided when he realized every gun in the barn was now pointed at his abuser.
"Not the sharpest tool in the shed are ya?" Taunted Dr. Crow.
"I'll show you SHARP!" Sneered J, as he knicked the man's cheeks with the small blade.
Tension tied the air.
"Say the word, boss, and we'll blow him out of his tacky purple suit!" Shouted one of the Crows men.
"That's okay Tony. J, here, is just in mad love." Said Scarecrow, raising an eyebrow at The Joker. "Aren't you?" He added.
J looked a bit flustered. He took a step back from Dr. Crow, smoothing his green hair back.
"I wouldn't know love if it smacked me in the face…" He cleared his throat. "But this is the closest feeling to love that this existence will allow me."
Crow mocked sympathy and patted his back.
"Don't. Touch. Me." Growled J.
Dr. Crow pulled his hand away, chuckling. "Touchy."
The Joker was getting impatient now, he hit his hand on the table by the Dr.'s shot glass.
"WILL YOU FIX HARLEY OR NOT?!"
"Not."
"WHY?"
"I don't have the antidote. Only places that can reverse that shit are the city hospitals and the prisons. I sold it all to them after I poisoned the river. That's why Batman came here and picked it up from me. We made a deal."
Bastard. Could I steal it? No… getting men on the inside of those operations takes too long. He knew from experience. He breathed out, exasperated.
"I know what you're thinking, Bozo." Said Scarecrow, as he popped some pills into his mouth and dabbed at his fresh wounds. "The only way to get your squeeze back to normal is by having her admitted to a hospital or someplace equipped to help her. You don't know anything about that drug or how to administer it without killing the poor girl." He shook his head. "You'll have to get her in there, and this time, there might not be any getting her out." He watched J pace back and forth, along the bar. "You'll need help. There's a price on her head y'know. I have connections with doctors who are on the inside. I'd make sure she was taken care of, if you let me claim the prize money for turning her in."
J hated the idea of trusting this quack with Harley's well being. Did he have a choice?
"Fine."
He stood up, and started walking to the barn door. Then he stopped abruptly. "Oh, I almost forgot!" He rushed at Scarecrow and punched him square in the kisser. Guns raised once more, all aimed in his direction, but Dr. Crow choked out: "Hold your fucking fire!" But J wasn't finished. He clocked him over and over until he felt his point was proven. "If you harm a hair on her head, Dr. Crack, you can consider yourself finished with your practice!" He lifted the small man up by his shirt collar, his feet dangling inches from the ground. "As for the poisoning the river, you must be a stupid son of a bitch to do that kind of shit without my knowledge!" He dropped him to the ground, flicked his calling card at him, and resumed walking to the exit.
"I'll bring her to you on two days." He called over his shoulder. He wanted time with her before she left him again.
"Puddin'?"
The sound of the nickname from her lips sent a charge through him. Was he hearing things? Maybe his mind was playing tricks on him, because he was missing her so badly. It had happened before when she was taken from him… No, this was real. His fantasies could never match the reality of her voice.
He stood in the doorway, unsure. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that she was curled up, like she had been when he left. But this time her back wasn't turned to him. Her blond hair was ratty in her loose pigtails, and her face was tear streaked. He walked towards her slowly. As he got closer to her he saw her wrist, still latched to the headboard, was badly bruised from the cuff. Guilt flooded him for leaving her so long. It had been half the night and the next full day, since he had slammed the door on her.
The sound of her crying concerned J enough that he closed the rest of the distance between him and the bedside.
"Harley?"
She covered her face with her free arm, crying into it. Guilt continued to course through him. He resented the feeling. He wasn't used to it.
"Why?" She whimpered, against the skin of her arm. "Why did you leave me here alone? A-and in the dark…" He small frame was visibly shaking in the darkness. "You know I h-hate the dark, Puddin'."
Puddin?
"Harley… Baby… Do you remember?" There was a tentative note in his voice, that was new to her.
"I can't remember what I did wrong… Why did ya chain me to the bed, Mistah J?" She knows it's me.
"I-I'm sure I deserve it… I just can't remember what it was I did to ya…" She's back. My Harley Quinn.
"Baby…" He said, his voice unbelieving, "You couldn't remember me. You wanted to leave me." Her eyes were still overflowing with tears. Her wrist probably hurt. He reached to free her hand, "You don't want to leave Daddy do you?" He asked. Was there genuine sadness in his voice. He freed her hand. Her arms were around his neck as soon as she could move.
"Never." She whimpered. He locked her to him tightly, purring in her ear.
"Oh babygirl… You don't know how I've missed you." He stood up, making her wrap her legs around his waist, if she wanted to stay close to him. And she did.
"I was so scared, Puddin." She said in his neck, between kisses. He closed his eyes at the feeling of her lips on his skin. So soft.
"It's okay now baby, you're not alone anymore." He her laid back down on the bed and crawled up her body seductively. She bit her lip as she watched him, hunger in her big blue eyes. She reached out and gripped his button up shirt in her little fists. "Stay close to me, Mistah J… Please."
He growled, the sound coming from somewhere deep within him, as he answered her pleas with a rough kiss on her ruby red lips. She moaned on his lips when he pressed his body against hers. She could feel his dick throbbing through his tight trousers. She was still only in her underwear and the large shirt of J's. He ripped the shirt off her, popping all the buttons, without breaking their kiss. Harley gasped for air on his lips as he quickly stripped her of her panties. "Mmm Puddin… I want you…" J leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply, his eyelids heavy with lust. "Say it… Say it…" Harley slowly ran her hands from J's neck, down his tattooed stomach, until she reached his pants. J bared his teeth when she undid his pants and whispered in his ear a gentle, "Pretty please."
"Oh now you've done it…" He hissed, freeing himself from the confines of his pants. She reached to touch herself but he grabbed her bruised hand gently. "Forget the rules, Harls?" She moaned, but stretched her hands above her head, gripping the pillow to stay out of his way.
He slid his fingers inside her slowly, and hummed in pleasure at the feel of her. "Hmmm… Eager are we?" He teased, watching her cheeks paint themselves pink under her porcelain skin. "You just get me so revved up, Puddin." She said, breathily. He chuckled at that and moved to kiss her neck. She moaned at the sensation of his wet lips on her and with one thrust of his hips, he was deep inside her. She screamed in pleasure and gripped his muscular arms. She wanted him to move. But J appeared to be sweating, and trying to contain himself. Harley noticed.
"Puddin'?" She asked, concern in her voice. It wasn't like him to stop. He looked at her and leaned his forehead to hers, a smile slowly contorting his face.
"Harls… Fuck you're so tight…" He fought the urge to fuck her hard and quick, wanting to relish each moment with her like this. She whimpered as he stretched her, and she locked her legs around his waist tightly. "Harls…" He thrusted into her repetitively, and leaned down to bite her nipple. She pulled at his wild green hair with her white little fists and whimpered.
"Ohh that feels so good Mr. J!" She gasped. "Please… Don't stop... "
"Don't command me!" He barked, and shoved himself deep into her. Holding himself there.
Tears filled her eyes. "I-I'm sorry J… I-" He kissed her deeply, shutting her up.
"Shh Harls, just reminding you." She shook from pleasure when he didn't move.
"Baby, does this feel good? Should I stay still?" He teased. "It-it does feel good Mr. J… B-but please... " She fisted the sheets helplessly.
"Please what? Am I being too nice?" He chuckled as she writhed. She missed the pain of him slamming into her. Just the thought of it made her pussy clench tightly around his cock. "Puddin... "
J held her cheek, looked into her eyes and pulled himself out of her swiftly. Much to his pleasure she whined. "I want you…I want you in me Mistah J." She pouted, her cheeks hot.
"Oh you'll get it, Sugar. Turn around for daddy." She did as she was told, got on her knees and bent her ass up like she knew he loved.
"That's it, baby, remember the rules now. No cumming until daddy says." Harley frowned but nodded. He was silent for a few seconds and Harley began to feel anxious, and she couldn't make him out in the dark. "P-puddin'?" She stuttered, looking back.
"I'm right here baby, calm down. Just getting a toy from your bedside table." She heard a match scratch and flame, then saw her lovers grin illuminated by the glow of a lit candlestick. "Aw Dr. Quinzel you're shaking, have you gone soft on daddy?" She shook her head but her eyes told another story.
"Well well, we will just have to 'warm you up'." He chuckled, and she felt his hand snake around her and then down, between her legs.
"So wet already?" She whined and blushed. "You make me crazy P-pud-" she gasped. "You're crazy without me Harls, that's why I love you.." He whispered gently, and pinched her clit. "Uhhh!" Her hips bucked.
"Tsk, tsk… forgetting the rules baby?" And he smacked her ass hard, and she gasped. "Hold still for daddy... " And something hot dripped onto her back. "Yow!" She cried and squirmed, and then remembered what he had asked her to do, and froze. "Too late pooh." Another slap on the ass, Harley bit her lip hard and tears sparkled in her eyes. "Mistah J…that hurt…" She whimpered.
"I know baby, I'll make it better shhh.." and she felt his dick rub against her ass. "Hold still for daddy and I'll reward you." Hot wax burnt her neck and back and she cried into her arm on the purple comforter but did not move a muscle.
"There's my girl." He cooed, and she felt him fill her. She felt her insides clench and she bit her hand to keep from crying out again, this time in pleasure.
"Don't cum, doc." Growled J, rocking in and out of her, fighting his own urge to release. "But, b-but… I'm so close baby.." Whined Harley, biting her fist again, this time drawing blood. "Don't you dare." Wax scalded her back once more. "J! J!" She squirmed, and even tried to crawl away. Joke gripped her hips and yanked her back to him violently.
"Dammit Harls!" He snarled, and flipped her over roughly. He raised his hand to smack her, but the tears streaming down her face gave him pause. Only this girl could make him think before taking a hit. "I-I'm sorry J.. P-please.. I didn't mean to-" For the second time tonight, he couldn't bring himself to shut her up by means of violence, and he leaned down to kiss her deep. She whimpered, still, in his kiss. "I'm sorry mistah J.." her shaking hands touched his chest.
"Shh, shh Harls Harls…" His hands cupped her wet cheeks.
"It's okay, daddy went too far." He almost looked remorseful.
"I'm not crying because it hurt mistah J." She whimpered, sniffing.
"What is it then, baby?" He asked, almost desperately. "I hate disappointing you J…"
The joker laughed and curled her up into his arms like an infant. "Oh Harls, you never disappoint. I enjoy a little sport here and there." She snuggled her bleached head under his chin, calming down now. "I want you to run." He breathed in her ear.
"It's no fun without a chase, right?" She countered, a bit curt. Joker chuckled.
"Well… Not as much fun." They both laughed, and Harley looked up at him lovingly.
"Chase me anytime, Puddin." But he didn't return her stare. His eye's were on her thighs. There were marks there. Fingernail scratches it looked like.
"Baby… You're doing this?" He traced his fingers over the ripped flesh gently. She nodded. "Because you miss me? Or because you want to feel alive?" He asked, referring to one of their very first discussions on the topic of pain and why it's craved. She watched him trace the marks with his hand, and tried to answer without wincing. "Both Puddin… every lick of pain reminds me of you, you remind me to feel. Without it… I forget. I knew that I knew your face… I knew you were The Joker. B-but I couldn't remember what you meant to me at all today until I hurt my wrist trying to break free from those damned handcuffs." She admitted, sadness in her voice. "So I hurt myself until I remembered you completely… and I waited for you to come back home… I knew you'd come back." Her voice shook. He didn't want to lose her to the tears again, not when they were having so much fun… He didn't know how long this would last. She could forget him any minute now. They sat in heavy silence for a moment before he gently pushed her to lay on her back. Confused, but trusting, she laid down. The candle he had used was melting to a crisp on her nightstand now, and he pinched out the flame.
"But Mistah J-" Harley whimpered, as darkness consumed them again. "I'm here Harls, shh.." He gave her one of his hands to snuggle as he worshipped her slashed up thighs with his lips. "These cuts were for me?" He asked, between kisses. "Y-yes." She answered, trying not to squirm. He was so close to where she really wanted him. "Whatever you need to feel I'm with you, is okay with me Sugar, just leave some of the pain for me, okay?" He requested, in a gentlemanly voice. "You want to hurt m-me?" She tried to ask, her voice thick with lust.
"Really… really bad." Is all he says as he spreads her legs apart to make room for his head between her legs. Her breathing picked up when she realized what he was about to do. Oh, bliss. She thought, as his tongue flicked her swollen clit.
"Right there, Pud. Oooh…" Harley gripped the sheets and moaned. The Joker smiled and glanced up at her.
"Feel good, baby?" He asked, a flash in his eye. "Oh yes Mistah J, thank you.." His tongue flicked at her clit until she shook. "Please…" She gasped, her hands finding his hair. "Please make me cum.. Please.." His teeth gently bit her clit and she came crashing down from the peak he had levelled her on.
"Oohhh J! Fuck!" She shook under his touch and eventually calmed to a slow shudder. "Mmmmm.. You're magic, Mistah J." She sighed, recovering. Watching his minx come undone beneath his touches had done things to him that only Harley could help with.
"Harls, please… I can't cum unless I'm inside you." Hearing this, Harley pulled him back up to her level. "Well what are you waiting for, Puddin?" She winked, and kissed him passionately. He didn't need more encouragement than that, and he was in her within seconds.
"Ugh fuck Harls, nothing feels as good as you." Harley locked her legs around him again, hoping to get him closer as he fucked her.
"Harder, daddy… Please!" She gasped, as he pounded into her without abandon, his hair flapping wildly. She had never seen him so desperate before, and it was really getting her going. "Oh J, if you keep this up I'm going to come undone again." He growled in response, and she took that as permission. She felt his grip on her hips tighten and she knew he was close.
"Harls.. Fuck baby.. I'm cumming!" She felt him thrust deep for the last time, his hot seed spilling in her. This sensation sent her over too, and they both lay gasping in the dark room.
