Chapter 7

Harleen woke slowly and a smile spread across her face when she felt Jonathon's arms still tightly locked around her. She always wondered if he dreamed that she would run away if he loosened his grip even just slightly. She realised he was still asleep and she turned round in his arms to look at his face, she stroked his cheek gently and felt her heart flutter in her chest a little. He was absolutely gorgeous. His slight stubble, chocolate brown bed hair and his perfect skin, how could anyone leave such a perfect specimen of a man?

She felt a strange pressure in her chest and she just wanted to cuddle up to him because of it. Her whole thesis had been based on hormones and their effect on how one viewed a person. She'd ruined how she'd viewed relationships and even the word 'love'. It felt like a bodily response rather than an emotion to her, her childhood hadn't exactly been rich in love or affection from her parents and then Guy… Oh Guy. He had been the focus of her experiment, but she'd never meant for things to go as far as they had. If it hadn't been for her professor sticking up for her and helping her defend her work, she would've been in a prison wing alongside Guy.

Harleen shook her head and tried to push that regret aside. She rarely talked to Jonathon about it, she'd spoken to Pamela, but she'd learned soon after starting her internship that Jonathon had no respect for her thesis. He thought it was bad science, a bad choice of experiment and a bad subject selection. After his total demolition of her work, she'd vowed never to talk to him about it again. She slipped out of his arms and watched as he rolled over onto his front, she pressed a kiss to his head and went to brush her hair and teeth. She'd gotten over the whole make-up and shower then back to bed thing ages ago, he liked her fresh faced in the morning and as much as she thought she looked awful without her make-up, she'd be as uncomfortable as she had to be if it made him happy.

She found her phone on the counter in the bathroom and saw six missed calls from her mom. She groaned and pouted, she didn't want to deal with her mother. Ever. She normally only called to borrow money and emotionally blackmail Harleen. So she ignored them and went back to bed. She had just gotten comfortable beside Jonathon when he woke and placed a sloppy kiss on her mouth. Her fingers brushed his jaw gently and he gripped her waist tightly. She could feel him getting a little hard as it brushed against her thigh and she laughed gently against his mouth.

"Morning," Harleen muttered between kisses.

"Good morning," Jonathon said lowly and moved between her legs. The sheet slid down their bodies and she moved her hands into his hair to keep his mouth pinned to hers. She moaned lightly as he started to gently play with her boob, he rubbed his groin against hers and she arched against him. She was still quite tired from their night before and her head was throbbing angrily, but she wouldn't say no to any of his attention. Especially when he would be at work whilst she was off.

"You're such a tease," Harley mumbled against his mouth. She let herself slip into this when her phone started to ring again. "God dammit!" She hissed and went to wriggle away.

"Ignore it," Jonathon told her and pushed her back down.

"It's my mom, Jonathon, I can't ignore her, she's already called six times," Harleen replied. She felt his energy change and he moved away abruptly, he grabbed her phone from the bathroom and almost threw it at her. She caught it and kept her eye on him as he stalked around the room. If he wasn't so angry, he'd look hysterical as he was marching around hard and horny.

"Jay-"

"She's done nothing for you, Harleen," Jonathon snapped. "She left you to clean up her vomit, feed your brother and fend for yourself when you were six years old. She hit you, she emotionally blackmailed you. She stole money from you, she tried to force you back to Brooklyn when you started your internship and you seriously think you have to talk to her?"

"She's still my mother-"

"Some mother," Jonathon snarled. "Drunk from your first memory, paying 'boyfriends' every weekend?"

"Alright, Jay," Harleen hissed and her thumb hovered over the red button.

"Leaving you in an apartment for three days because she was too drunk to come home-"

"Stop, she's gone!" Harleen protested. She almost threw her phone onto the bedside table and felt her stomach knot up as she fought with her emotions.

"I don't… I don't mean to upset you, Harl," Jonathon said, cooling off quickly now the interruption had disappeared. Harleen had spent so much time telling him about her childhood and they'd worked through a couple of issues about it, he just couldn't understand how her mother still had power over her after all they'd discussed. He sat beside her on the bed and pulled her to him, he knew she was upset with him, but he was just trying to look after her.

"Babe, I know… I know she's your mother, but she wasn't a mom," Jonathon said gently and pressed a kiss into her hair. "She used you, hurt you and tormented you. You don't need her poison in your life anymore, you've got me."

"And Pamela," Harleen mumbled a few moments later as her mind wheeled.

"Yes, and that man-hating, ultra-feminist, eco-warrior," Jonathon muttered. "You are so much better than her, than Brooklyn. Why on earth would you need to pander to a drunk woman who only calls when she needs your money?"

"I know," Harleen mumbled. "I know." She looked up at him when he lifted her chin with his fingers and she felt herself cheer up as he kissed her lips. She knew he was right. Her mother was toxic, vile and cruel. He was always right when it came to the people in Harleen's life, he was all she did really need and as much as it hurt to admit that her mother was just a parasite, her mother was just a parasite.

She was still thinking when she felt his lips move from her mouth, across her jaw and to her neck. She felt her skin shiver and she shuddered slightly. His fingertips danced across her skin and gently teased her mind from her mother. She shifted in his arms and laid back down on the bed.

"Now, where were we?" Jonathon asked, his voice husky and his excitement started to grow again.

"Why are you so horny this morning?" Harleen whimpered, although her body was betraying her intentions to ignore his advances. "We had loads of sex last night, you can't possibly have any more fuel for that fire."

"I've got the most beautiful, sexiest, loudest woman in my bed and I'd be signing myself into Arkham if I didn't want you," Jonathon purred and nipped at her throat as he covered her body with his. She giggled as he started to touch her a bit more intimately. She was lost to him and how good he made her feel, she was so totally consumed with the pleasure he brought her that she was oblivious to everything around her.

Then the phone started to ring again.

"For fuck sake!" Jonathon huffed and pushed himself off of her. Harleen ground her teeth together and rolled to her side, snatched her phone from the side and tapped her thumb on the green answer button. She pressed the phone to her ear and anger bubbled up.

"What do you want?" Harleen snapped.

"Good morning to you too, Harleen," Sharon Quinzel chuckled. "You should really try being more polite, I can't imagine you speak to those nutters at your stupid job like that."

"I'll ask again, what do you want?" Harleen said flatly.

"Can't I want to speak to my only daughter? Why are you so suspicious of me?" Sharon asked and Harleen could practically feel the smirk on her mother's face. "I just want to know how my favourite doctor is getting on. Oh, that's right, you're not quite a doctor yet, are you? How long till you get your licence?"

"If you're just going to be patronising-"

"Fine, fine," Sharon said and sighed. Harleen closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She had such little patience now for her mother that she had to be careful not to snap and say something she could later regret. She felt lips on her shoulder and she looked to see Jonathon kiss her skin softly. She shivered and bit her lip as he continued his path from his shoulder down her arm to her fingers.

"I was actually calling to give you some news," Sharon started.

"Mmmhmm," Harleen mumbled, totally distracted by her lover's actions. He nipped at her fingertips and she smiled at him a little.

"What are you doing?"

"I've just woken up, Mom, I'm tired. Can you please just tell me whatever it was that was so important to you?" Harleen replied irritably. Jonathon pressed his mouth against her palm before he shuffled down a little and kissed along her rib cage. She had to suppress a whimper as his hands held her hips tightly, a sharp contrast to how soft he was being with his lips.

"Why are you up so late? It's almost ten in the morning, shouldn't you be at work?" Sharon asked.

"I'm off today," Harleen said breathlessly as Jonathon kissed around her breast, across her sternum and back to her rib cage, making her nipples pebble and stand proud. She felt his fingers twitch against her hips and she bit her lips together as his teeth gently scraped against her side.

"They've already figured out you're useless so they've dropped you?" Sharon said pointedly. "Only working four days a week, and still earning more in a month than I ever have in six."

"No, I'll be working Saturday instead," Harley replied, although she was becoming more and more consumed in Jonathon's actions as he dragged his mouth down the curve of her waist and across her stomach.

"So, this news," Sharon said dismissively. "I've just had a phone call from your dad's lawyer-"

"Oh god," Harleen whimpered as Jonathon gently nipped at her belly and kissed his way down to her groin. She felt heat coil low inside of her and his hands slowly slid down her thighs. His eyes were dark and his breathing was heavy, he looked ready to eat her alive.

"Excuse me?" Sharon snapped. "What do you mean 'oh god'?"

"Dad's not in more trouble is he?" Harleen answered quickly. "I thought you were going to say he'd been beaten up or something." She rolled onto her back and her free hand stroked through Jonathon's hair as he placed soft light kisses along her thighs and the crease of her groin, never quite touching where she wanted him too, but still setting her blood on fire.

"Sure," Sharon said slowly. "No, he's not in trouble. If anything, he's behaving himself this time. The lawyer said to expect a phone call-"

"Holy crap," Harley yelped as Jonathon's tongue found the place she wanted it most and it sent hot sparks through her. Her hand knotted in his hair and she had to make herself concentrate.

"Harleen! I'm trying to tell you about your father probably being released today!" Sharon squawked. "What on earth is going on?"

"Nothin', mom," Harleen urged. "Jay, stop it. Please."

"I'm going to make you scream," Jonathon growled quietly so only Harleen would hear but she let out a little squeak at his words and her breathing came quicker. He knew all of her buttons and she was desperately fighting herself. He clearly knew her too well so he moved back up her body and started to suck on her neck.

"Dear god, Harleen, I'm tryin' to tell ya that ya dad's comin' out today and all you can do is fuck your boyfriend!" Sharon snapped. "If it even is a boyfriend. If you hate us all that much, I won't bother anymore."

"I'm not doin' anythin' of the sort," Harleen replied angrily, her Brooklyn accent breaking through more and more. "Dad's comin' home, fantastic, will he make it 24 hours before goin' back in this time?"

"I love your accent," Jonathon purred against her pulse and pressed his groin against hers, sending a jolt through her. "It makes me so-"

"He wanted you to call the prison," Sharon said. "For some reason he wants to talk to you before the rest of us. You always were the special one, he always put you before anyone. I never understood why and I still don't understand why, but for some reason he would like to speak to you before his own wife or his son."

"Whatever, mom, I've gotta go," Harley huffed and rubbed against Jonathon's groin.

"Harleen-"

"Bye!" Harley snapped and hung up. She threw her phone to the side and dragged Jonathon's mouth to hers. She kissed him passionately and he laughed against her mouth. He laid down against her, he wrapped his arms around her and smirked when she scratched her nails against his shoulder blades.

"You are in so much trouble," Harleen giggled. "I know you don't like her, but… sheesh, that's… that was my mom."

"Yeah, well, you enjoyed it more than you're ever going to admit too," Jonathon replied and kissed her again. She whimpered a little but her body started to calm again. Eventually, he released her and she pushed against his shoulders gently.

"Go have a shower, I'll cook breakfast," Harleen smiled happily.

"Do you not want one?" Jonathon asked.

"You know we won't shower if we go together, I'll have one after we've eaten," she chuckled and pressed one more kiss to his lips before he moved away and got to his feet. He pulled her up before he went to find some clean underwear and pants. He wandered across the bathroom and shut the door behind him, throwing a towel over the rail as he went. He made sure the shower was as hot as he could bear and he stepped under the stream. He lost track of time as he washed, he rolled his shoulders as it eased his muscles and aches of his bones. His little imp had definitely put him through a workout and his anger with her mother made his tense muscles hurt further. Time melted away and he imagined her soft hands moving over his muscles, easing and teasing those knots in his shoulders away. He considered himself lucky for having the most attractive woman in Gotham on his arm, but her undying loyalty was a trait that often led her to trust the wrong people.

He eventually stepped out of the shower, dried himself and pulled on some clean underwear and trousers. He rubbed a towel over his hair and he brushed his teeth before he walked out of the bathroom. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, he saw her phone pressed between her ear and shoulder, one of his button up's around her torso and a pair of panties were all that was covering her. She was stood at the stove, cooking breakfast so he leaned against the edge of the table, watching her intensely.

"Daddy, you're coming home!" Harley giggled excitedly. "I know, I just got the call from mom and couldn't wait to talk to you. I know, I know, but you're out. You're gonna stick around for a bit yeah? Good. Yeah, I'm cooking breakfast. No. No. Daddy, stop. Just for me and a friend. I had an issue at work and she stayed and kept me company. Yes, she."

Jonathon smirked and poured himself a black coffee and dropped three sugar lumps into the liquid before he made one for her and put it beside her cooking spot. He took a seat on a chair and watched her again as she spoke animatedly on the phone.

"I'll come and see you, I won't stay but I'll come and see you. I've got a few days off work, I'll come down a couple days and we can go for lunch or somethin', but I'm not stayin' with you and mom. Okay, okay, I'll see… okay, see you soon. Love you, daddy. Yep, bye. Bye."

She squealed as she put her phone down and clapped her hands excitedly. He'd never seen her so happy to talk to her family and it made him smile. She quickly dished up some pancakes, eggs and bacon before she drizzled maple syrup over the pancakes. She put the plate in front of Jonathon and kissed him passionately, he gripped her waist and pulled her against him and onto his lap. She straddled him and giggled a little into his mouth.

He knew her dad would let her down again, he knew that he'd be back in prison in just a few days. Nick was a habitual criminal, he would always go back into prison. But Jonathon wasn't going to break Harleen's heart, not with the one member of her family that she wanted approval from. He ran his hands up her thighs to her bum and back down again, enjoying this domestic bliss. His house was the one place they didn't have to be cautious, they could be as affectionate, clingy, horny or emotional as they liked because it was private and away from the prying eyes of the asylum. Here they could be as much of a couple, or as much fun as they needed from one another. This kissing wasn't sexual, it was enjoying each other's company and pure fondness. Even their innocent interaction had them touching each other somehow, they enjoyed each other's skin contact and they found it easy to get lost in each other.

"Harley?" A woman suddenly shouted. It shocked both Harleen and Jonathon, the red headed woman had gotten into the house totally unannounced. She jumped away from Jonathon and pulled her shirt tightly around herself. She watched as he leapt from his chair and he almost through the object at the woman.

"Isley, get your ass outta my house!" Jonathon yelled.

"Guess who they've put in my pharmacy?" Pamela shouted at Harley and Jonathon.

"Pammy?" Harley asked, a bit confused by the sudden commotion. "A bit of notice would've been good, I'm not exactly dressed for visitors-"

"How the hell did you get in my house?" Jonathon snapped.

"Jason Woodrue! They've hired that sleazy creep from Gotham University to work in my pharmacy!" Pamela continued. "And Sharpe knows how I feel about him, knows the issues with his record and he still puts him in my pharmacy! And on top of it all, and this will please you, Jonathon, Bruce Wayne now wants you as his key worker, Harls."

"What?" Jonathon said furiously.