As soon as I closed my eyes, my alarm clock blared in my ears. I groggily fumbled around for the snooze button, but ended up just knocking the whole damn clock over. I grunted in frustration and watched as a strong pale arm reached over me and successfully punched the button, casting a sweet silence upon us once again. I smiled and turned over towards him, lightly clawing at his bare chest.
He returned my smile, but removed my hands from him. He yawned and stretched, scratching his head. He sat up and rolled out of bed. I stared at him, cocking my head in slight puzzlement.
"J?...Puddin? Where you going?" I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and yawned myself.
"Got a meeting with some guys," He grunted, pulling on his boxers, trying to find his pants.
He kicked around, through the multitude of discarded clothes that covered my floor, until he finally spotted them. He slipped them on and I pouted my disappointment as he zipped up his fly. He glanced at me and chuckled.
"You know, J, it isss Saturday…we could spend the whole day in bed if we wanted to," I said, crawling out from under the sheets.
He sat on the edge of the bed as he tied up his shoes. I took the opportunity to hug my naked body against him from behind, planting hungry kisses on his neck.
"No, Harls," he said firmly and run a hand through his hair.
"Pleaseeeee, Mr. J?" I whispered into his ear.
"Mr. J, hmm? Oh, I like the sound of that," he muttered.
I smiled…I was so close to winning. I began to nibble on his ear.
"I said NO, Harls," he suddenly yanked away from me, using his low dangerous voice.
He pulled on his shirt and shook out his hair, making it even messier than before. He looked at me with annoyed eyes, clearly mad that he had almost let me win. I got up and walked over to him.
"Lighten up, Pud…I just want to spend the whole day with you. I never want to leave ya," I explained, looking up into his dark eyes.
He struggled to make his voice soft, "You'll see me everyday, Harls….I promise."
He lightly grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze before hopping out the window, heading back towards his car. I snuggled back into bed, noticing how cold the room was without his heat next to me.
…..
The next two weeks flew by as I settled into a some-what routine. Most days I would go to school, accompanied by one of the guys, and afterwards, instead of doing my homework, I'd hang out with Jack. I should've been failing every class, but with some psychology lessons from Jonathan, I quickly mastered the art of….convincing….every teacher to let me pass. I liked the comfort of having friends, being apart of our little gang. I caught myself smiling more often and if it's one thing I've learned from J, it's that smiling is always the way to go..
…
I idly swung my legs back and forth, lightly making myself swing as I watched Jack and the guys gang up on a college aged guy. I twirled the sucker in my mouth, wondering what Jack was going to do to him.
"My boy here says that you owe him money….now, is that true?" he sneered, twirling the knife in his fingers.
"No! I told you, I've never even seen him before! Take it easy man!" the guy pleaded, eyeing the blade.
"He aint telling the truth, boss! He owes me a hundred bucks," Oswald squawked up.
A quick look from Jack shut him up though. Something wasn't right about the tone of Oswald's voice though…and I didn't think the guy was lying about not knowing him.
"You know, I don't like dirty liars," Jack growled and stalked closer.
"But he isn't lying, Pud," I shook my head.
Everyone's eyes snapped towards me. Jonathan gave me a look of warning, Edward looked satisfied that I had spoken out of turn, Oswald glared at me, Bane gave me his usual blank stare, and the guy looked relieved that someone believed him, but I didn't pay attention to them. I really only focused on Jack's dangerously fierce stare which surprised me…I thought he'd be glad I'd caught it.
"Disappear," he hissed at the guy, who scrambled to run out of the park.
"You too boys," he added and they lumbered away.
I didn't get it, usually when he told people to go away, he had that hungry expression as his eyes would devour my figure..but not this time. My heart beat quickened as he walked up to me, kicking at the little pebbles of gravel that enclosed the swing area; he didn't put up his knife.
He stood over me and slowly leaned down, so his face was close to mine. I took out my sucker.
"Am I in trou—"
His hand cut me off as it connected with the side of my face. I flew off of my swing by surprise and lay gasping on the rocky ground. I reached up to touch the hot, stinging flesh, but he was already lifting me up by my hair. He put his face in mine again, his hot breath making my face sting even more.
"Don't you EVER disagree with me again. You are mine, get it? My pet…and pet's don't speak against their masters," He said sharply.
I whimpered at the pain coming from my scalp and nodded a yes. He let me drop back to the ground and stalked away.
"Oswald? Come. Here," he roared next.
I sorely sat up and rubbed my head. Jonathan came over and helped me to my feet.
"Jack must be in a bad mood today, huh?" I gave a weak attempt at a laugh.
"Yeah today…..and everyday," he smiled.
I looked down at my sucker and discovered it was covered with little pebbles.
"Aw man," I muttered and solemnly tossed it away.
"I'm sorry…here let me look at your face," he said gently taking my face in his cool hands.
I stood still while he examined my soon-to-be bruise.
"Hey, why didn't you say anything? I know you knew he was lying about that guy owing him money, you're better at this Psych stuff than me," I suddenly asked.
He put his hands down and grimaced.
"Believe it or not, he goes easy on you when you mess up. He isn't so gentle with any of the rest of us."
I remembered the carved chest of Edward and nodded.
"What do you think he'll do to Oswald?" I asked quietly, not so sure I wanted to know the answer.
"Hard to say…this isn't the first time Oswald has lied to him."
I heard a couple yells from the other side of the park and decided to change the subject.
"What do you guys do…when you're not together at the factory?" I went and sat back on my swing.
Jonathan came up behind me and gently pushed me.
"I rent a room in the back of an old library and usually spend my time reading, Edward works part time making and designed puzzles for the Gotham Toy Store, Oswald lives in a room just below the penguin habitat in the zoo, even though he's not supposed to, Bane hops from drug house to drug house, sometimes moonlighting as a bouncer for a couple clubs, and Jack…well no one really knows where Jack lives. He sometimes stays at the factory and sometimes he doesn't…"
"He's sorta a mystery, isn't he?" I was surprised at how adoring my voice sounded towards the guy who just hit me.
"Yeah, if you like that sorta thing," Jonathan muttered.
I ignored his comment and climbed onto the swing set, sitting my little butt on the top bar. God, I never knew what I was missing, I never went to the park when I was younger. I pulled down the bottom of my little red shorts and adjusted my loose black top.
"You're going to fall…and then Jack's going to get pissed at me because I let you get hurt," Jonathan warned, but I saw the smile in his eyes.
I grinned from ear to ear as I decided to show off. I shakily stood up, but quickly regained my balance.
"Ya know…I used to be a gymnast when I was littler," I explained as I walked along the top, "That was, before I got kicked out cause I couldn't pay the fees."
"Har-LEEEEEN!" I heard Jack yell as he walked up to the swing set.
I wobbled with surprise; I hadn't seen him get close…and man, could he yell loud. He was alone, no Oswald in sight, but nobody chose to question it. Oswald was out of the group, that's all we needed to know.
"Hey, J," I chirped and smiled proudly.
He didn't even seem to notice that I was standing on top of the swings as his eyes simply
brushed over me.
"Stop fooling around, Harls, let's go," He growled, still in his bad mood.
He turned to walk away, expecting me to follow behind. I huffed and put my hands on my hips instead.
"No."
He froze in his place, his shoulders rising like an alley cat's; I saw his fists clench up and had to swallow my fear, trying to stop it from spreading through out my body. He turned around on his heels and looked up at me, its funny how now I had his full attention, smiling his creepy smile. I knew that smile, I've seen it many times before, he was thinking of all the ways he could hurt me, all the things he could do to me to make me suffer.
His eyes locked on mine made my mind fuzzy and my knees sway, but I held my ground.
"What did you just say to me…HARleen?" he asked, his voice dripping in dark sweetness.
I winced at the way he said my name, my full name. It reminded me of all the times Grandma would scold me, beat me with her stupid cane.
"You hit me!" I crossed my arms over my chest.
The rest of the guys gathered behind Jack, watching with intrigue. Jack clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head, giving out a few chuckles.
"Oh, but I had to baby-doll…you disrespected Daddy in front of his..uh..client."
His full attention being on me made my mind a little slower…my thoughts slugged along as if they were being dragged through thick mud. My brain searched for an intelligent rebuttal.
"I had to throw my sucker away," Is what I came up with instead.
Even Bane had to hold back a smile on my new display of my blondeness.
"Well why don't you come down so we can talk this over and I'll find you something new to suck on," He outstretched his arms to catch me with.
Jack was so sweet sometimes. I finally smiled and gleefully jumped down into his waiting arms. He then roughly tossed me over his shoulder and lengthened his strides to get to the car faster.
"Uh..J?" I whimpered, bouncing up and down.
He responded by smacking my bottom, hard enough to send a wave of pain over my whole body. We got some weird looks as our crew passed by a little old lady handing out bread crumbs to birds, but otherwise, any park goers ignored us. You could always depend on the citizens of Gotham to do…absolutely nothing when someone looks like they're in trouble.
"Jack, stop! Put me down!"
This brought another hard smack. Edward looked so pleased to see me get punished, I flipped him off. I heard the sound of a door opening and Jack suddenly threw me into the back of the car. I landed hard on my side as the wind got knocked out of me; I lay there gasping when Jack piled in after me. I quickly sat up and threw myself away from him; I clawed at the door, until my fingers curled around the cool metal of the handle. I pushed it open and was greeted by a grimacing Jonathan. He pushed my body back into the car as he slid in, quickly controlling me by hugging my upper body against his, my back pressed into his chest.
Jack closed his door and grabbed my kicking legs, smiling.
"Now…my little minx…you broke two rules today, didn't you? Disagreeing with me AND saying no to me," He growled, bringing his face close to mine, "I shouldn't have to tame you…you're already mine, darling, you don't have to act out."
He licked his lips and brought out his knife. I felt the breath get sucked out of me and I struggled against them even harder, my body jerking against their restraints. Jonathan only tightened his grip and Jack's nails dug into my flesh.
"J, stop it please!" I pleaded with him as he trailed the blade gently down my legs.
He only grunted in response, focusing on his current job of punishing me. He eyed my red shorts and, ignoring my screams of protest, he slipped them down to around my ankles. I felt Jonathan's heart beat quicken as my black thong was exposed. And with a couple flicks of the knife, it too was discarded.
My face burned with embarrassment as I felt overly vulnerable; I silently prayed that he wouldn't do me right then and there, not when Jonathan was holding me and with the other guys anxiously peering in through the dirty windows. He noticed this right away.
"Oh don't worry…Jonathan here's a doctor," his cackles filled the small car.
He placed the point of the knife against my skin and was about to cut into me; I quickly
squeezed my eyes shut and twisted my head away, burrowing into Jonathan's shoulder. His shirt muffled my screams of pain as it felt like my skin was splitting apart. Sharp, intensifying waves of pain were shot through my body until even the very tips of my fingers felt it.
My whole body went rigid, it didn't dull or go away; there was no "getting used to it", there was only pain and it seemed to be getting worse. I finally gathered enough strength to glance down at what he was doing. My screams returned as I saw the massive amounts of blood trickling out of the wound. I could barely make out what it was, through all that red, but I could tell it was a capital j and a diamond surrounding it on my left thigh.
"Diamonds are forever, babe," He snickered and pushed his lips against mine after he finished.
I sat there in shock, the pain on my leg was surprisingly dull suddenly. I grabbed his neck and gave him another kiss…the pain slipped away almost completely. I smiled at the irony; he was the one who caused my pain, but he was also the one who could take it all away.
"Well, look at that, she's smiling after getting cut up," He chuckled and leaned back, absentmindedly wiping his blade off on the ceiling of the car.
So that's how the stains got up there.
"She might be almost as insane as you are," Jonathan muttered, reluctantly releasing me.
Jack threw his head back and laughed, "That's why she's perfect for me."
I felt a smile creep up on my lips as Jonathan quickly taped gauze over my wounds. I slipped my shorts back on and we all got out of the car to meet the other guys. I walked with a slight limp, but as long as I could ride out the high I got from being with Jack, I'd be alright. It was funny, I really hadnt felt any fear towards Jack yet, even though he was scary and threatening at times.
"Now, Harls, are you going to defy Daddy again?" Jack turned towards me, suddenly slipping into his darker personality.
I looked up into his narrowed brown eyes and suddenly winced, remembering the sharp pains.
"No, Mista J," I shook my head and looked at him innocently, my fingers subconsiously brushing against where my wound is.
"No, Mistaaa Jayy," Edward silently mocked me.
I snapped my head towards him, anger bubbled up inside of me, but I quickly consealed it. I pulled on a sweet smile and hopped over to him until there was hardly any space between us.
"Hey Eddie, you wanna hear a riddle?" I chirped.
"I do love riddles," he mused, his eyes flickering from my face to my chest.
"What has a huge mouth and is feeling a draft?"
I grabbed the sides of his pants and quickly yanked them down, causing them to fall to the ground. I hopped back to Jack's side, listening to the roar of laughter, and watched Edward scramble to get them back up. But we had all seen his dirty white briefs, the damage had been done. He got red in the face and started to walk towards me, but I jumped behind Jack, using him as a shield.
"That's my Harley," Jack reached behind and pulled me to the front of him.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead as I stuck my tongue out at a steaming Edward. I then looked back up at my Puddin and discovered the little green flecks that lit up in his brown eyes when he smiled. He brought his pale face down to mine as I tangled my hand into his messy brown, green tinted, hair. His lips were pushed onto mine, his tongue greedily lacing in and out of my mouth.
I pulled back, "I love you Mista J."
"I know, Harls, I know," He murmured and pulled me back into another hungry kiss.
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~~IAmHQ
