AN:
I had far different intentions for how this chapter, and following chapters, would be rolled out. But, the more I contemplated what I had and would do, the more I struggled with the concept in practice. So, this is what you get. I havent gotten around to editing it, but I figured you all waited long enough. Reviews are always appreciated, welcomed, and read with careful consideration.
I looked up at the light, it was blinding, but like a moth to a flame, I couldn't bear to look away. I was drawn to it inexplicably.
I heard the soft thuds of the metal cylinders being set down somewhere behind me. I was aware of the sound, and yet it seemed distant. The voices in my head were never louder, I could barely hear one over the other. They were all yelling at me, their orders and laughs indistinguishable from one another. There was a soft clicking noise behind me, and the loud hum that was vibrating my entire brain faded into the quiet darkness of the room around me.
He appeared in the far right of my vision, but I did not look his way. My face felt hot and tight from layers of tears that had dried over the amount of time that had passed.
Was it hours? Or days?
Still, I stared at the light, generally unaware of the movements from the man beside me.
He stepped closer, began undoing all of the restraints that had kept me in place. When he leaned over me to undo my left wrist, the contact made me take in a sudden breath which gave him pause. I could feel him looking at me, but I did not move or acknowledge him whatsoever. He released my wrist and walked down to my feet, unbuckling the final restraint on my left ankle.
Still, I did not move. Whether I processed that I had been freed or not, it didn't really matter.
I wasn't sure if I was actually capable of moving or doing anything at all.
I was in a state of shock, the hours of torture percolating in my mind as conscious state faltered. I had screamed, begged, cried, anything to get him to stop. Still he continued, unrelenting to let his little toy experience anything but relief. He had been very much aware of the beautiful mind his Harley possessed. The moment he had looked into my eyes, it had been very clear that there was a plan unfolding in his head which revolved around my sanity, or lack thereof. As if he saw something buried, hidden deep within me, capable of a completely different personality. It was there, screaming to to be unleashed, yearning to be conquered, dominated, and explored in its entirety. When he had first met me I was practically begging to be kidnapped and tortured. Anything to let this side of me out.
In his head, I had probably even asked him to do it.
Even said please.
"Harleeeeeeeey," he groaned, attempting to rouse me from my comatose state.
He isn't done playing with you just yet, Harley.
His hands gripped my ankles, running both of them up my shins to where my skirt met my knees. I jumped violently at the sensation, before realizing how numb everything felt. Like pins and needles all over my body.
"You okay, pumpkin?" he asked, dying to see how I would interact with him now.
I blinked slowly, but otherwise, did not move a muscle.
I was still trapped in my head, somewhere. I had not yet gained physical control.
"I told you, Daddy doesn't like repeating himself. Answer me, pumpkin," his annoyance coming through as he walked closer to my face. He bent over, attempting to fix himself into my gaze, which had not faltered from the overhead light.
"It's bad to stare at lights, sweetie. Cmon. Stop that," he gripped my cheeks and put his forehead directly on mine, our noses meeting one another. I closed my eyes for a second before opening them again, adjusting myself under him, shielding myself further from the light. It had practically burned a new hole in my brain, and I was certain I already had two.
The liveliness was returning to my limbs as my eyes fluttered for a few seconds. He smiled, knowing that I was coming back to the physical world, the one he so desperately attempted to set ablaze.
He needs you, Harley.
He needed me, needed whatever I had hid inside of me in order to do it. I was his brand of psychotic, and a psychologist at that. I internally snickered at the irony, suddenly very aware of my short desperate breaths against his mouth.
He looked as though he could smell me, practically taste me. His lips were barely hovering over mine, and the more we looked at each other, the faster our breathing became.
I was there, I was with him now.
And I wanted him, needed him to want me back.
He wants you, Harley.
My brain was loudly humming with vibrations of voices and shouts but the room was still, and he was there. Touching me, he was holding my face so gently. He couldn't have been capable of killing me.
He wouldn't kill you.
He wants you.
Why would he jeopardize that?
"J?" my voice was hoarse and cracked. Speaking was a chore. I had begun asking a question I couldn't actually ask.
The sound of his name from my puckered lips made him visibly shiver when we were this close.
"Yeah, sugar?" his grin was nothing short of spectacular. I found myself slipping into a similar expression, my smile indenting those two little dimples I was so painfully aware of, especially this close. The breaths exchanged between us were getting progressively louder, my chest rising and falling dramatically as he held on to my face.
I had nothing to say, whatever I possibly could say wouldn't have been able to convey much of anything, anyway. I needed water, I was still dazed. My head threatened to roll from side to side, but his hands kept me looking straight at him.
He saw something.
The spark beginning to burn deeply within his eyes.
I continued to study him, or rather, the girl that glinted off his blackened orbs.
The smile, the eyes, an almost playful, daring expression across her face - she was someone else now.
He moved his chin, baiting her to make a move.
He wanted her to be the one to close the small distance between them.
But then there were footsteps, getting louder, encroaching on their quiet space.
Poisoning the air, tainting the magic that had previously consumed us in our privacy.
He sighed loudly, his breath hot across my lips.
"Boss?" a voice called from far away.
"What is it?" his voice gruff and biting, he stood up and the light blinded me again.
I winced, shutting my eyes as I waited for the other voice to speak again.
"We gotta make moves, the bat is looking for-" a shot rang out. I jumped, but did not open my eyes. The light was overwhelming now that I had been released from it.
A heavy build thudded to the floor, and hands gripped me soon after, pulling me tightly into a bare chest.
"Its time to go again sweets. Think you can behave now?" the Joker's voice was the texture of honeycomb, warm and sweet but rough and callous.
I continued to smile, I don't think I could do anything but smile.
I suppose the smile appeased him because soon, he was cooing in my ear what a good girl I was as he carried me out of the room.
I opened my eyes, we were heading down a long hallway and I tried to recall if I had been here before.
Well, OBVIOUSLY. You're here now, dum dum.
That wasn't what I meant, and you know it.
Whatever.
I rolled my eyes and the Joker caught it.
"Uh, problem?" his brows peaked in a challenge.
"She won't shut up," I swallowed, my voice was so dry that I had barely managed to make my words audible to the human ear.
His face was blank for a few seconds before a large laugh followed, obviously amused at my internal struggle.
"You'll get used to the voices, Harls," he said, still snickering as he spoke.
Harls.
Thats cute.
When we began our descent down a flight of stairs, I shifted in his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He kissed my forehead and told me that patience was a virtue right before we exited through a metal door and he began screaming at his boys to hurry the fuck up.
It was nighttime, didn't the bat only come out at night?
Well, duh. Jeez, Harley. You can be such a blonde sometimes.
No wonder he's anxious to get out of here.
Sneaky sneaky.
Not a second after we had gotten in the van, it had pulled forward violently, making me hyperaware of nauseous I suddenly felt.
I groaned loudly and buried my head in his bare chest.
"I said step on it, not drive like an asshole!" he screamed at the driver, attempting to quell my discomfort by pulling me closer and rubbing my back.
"Oh Harley, you'll be fine. Not to worry, daddy's got you," he whispered into the shell of my ear.
At his words, I felt a wave of relief as my body hummed happily at our close proximity.
I wiggled my bottom slightly deeper into his lap as he held me, and when his movement suddenly stopped and he growled, I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped me.
"Are you turned on, sugar?" he practically snarled in my ear.
I moved my head in order to look at him properly, the lust was evident in his eyes as he glowered down at me.
I simply continued to smile at him, answering him by shifting once again in his lap. This time with a long, slow roll of my hips.
The hand that had casually laid itself on my knee suddenly gripped me, nearly wiping the smile off my face.
"Nonono, Harley. I can't have you doing that right now, or daddy is going to have to spank you in front of his workers. You don't want that now, do you?" his expression was daring, almost angry that I had started this little game.
I sighed, shaking my head no and resting it on his chest once more.
"I told you, patience is a virtue," I could practically hear the smile form on his face as he spoke.
How long is this ride gonna be anyways?
I don't know. I'm not asking any questions until I get some fucking water.
Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?
I attempted to be as patient as possible as the driver continued to weave quickly through cars on a busy street. The horns blared at me as we drove on, my stomach still extremely sensitive to the erratic motions. The lights of the city eventually became darkness, all encapsulating as we had made our way to what seemed like the outskirts of Gotham.
When the car finally came to a halt, I waited for the door to slide open before stumbling out and falling gratefully onto my hands and knees.I had never known myself to be prone to car sickness, but here I was, practically worshipping the ground below me.
I heard him chuckle, as his hand found the back of my head, tugging at my hair.
"C'mon, Harls. I thought you were eager to get home," he taunted, his foot lightly tapping my side, nudging me to get up.
I attempted to stand, but only succeeded in making it half way up before my knees gave out. He caught me and pulled me over his shoulder, his hand smacking my ass the second I was positioned properly.
"Let's make good on that little gesture you made earlier, hm?" I heard his tongue smack against the roof of his of mouth right before he erupted into a fit of laughter.
I was still feeling the full effects of nausea and just how sore my entire body felt when he had dumped me onto a bed, somewhere deep in what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse.
Toy factory, Harley. Jeez, don't you pay attention to anything?
Im kinda preoccupied at the moment, thank you very much.
"Now, I'm only gonna say this once. Understand?" he loomed over me, the bed groaning under both of our body weights. His face was completely in my face, his eyes narrowed and hard.
I gulped, my throat burning unbearably as I couldn't stop the voice that asked for water to actually come out of my mouth, without my permission.
"Water?" I croaked.
His serious expression suddenly melted into one of confusion, before he flashed the strangest grin that I had yet to see out of him.
He laughed heartily, moving off of me and walking out of the room, not bothering to shut the door as he had done previously.
I heard some indistinguishable yelling and a few loud noises before silence suddenly deafened me and I felt my eyes naturally close.
It's tired in here.
Go to sleep, stupid.
But he's bringing me water.
Who fucking cares? Go to sleep.
"Okay, I won't fight you," I yawned, relaxing into the bed as consciousness slipped from me again, and I was dreaming like I never had before.
