Mad Love part 1
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIDDO!" his voice yelled to her. One hand dragging her along with him as he ran the other hand holding the gun shooting anyone in his path. Her feet slid across the floor as he yanked her. He was so fast and demanding. She loved it. She wanted to be right by his side always so she picked up the pace raised her gun and started shooting with him. Suddenly running at the same speed he looked at her and she looked at him back. Both sharing the same insanity. They began laughing in unison hysterically as they made there way to the security room. Joker swiped Cashs badge and the door opened. A security guard stood there with a gun trained on the door. "Please help!" Harley screamed on the floor. "Are you okay Dr?" The guard asked kneeling down to help her. Joker crept from behind him and pointed a gun at him. BAM! Before he could even pull the trigger Harley let one off in the guards chest. Joker stood there in awe a little upset he didnt get to kill him but surprised at how natural she was able to kill her old co workers"That a girl!" He cheered. "Thanks!" She said getting up and wiping the guards blood off her face. She walked right in the control room "Disable the cameras so we can get outta here baby" He said. "Ill do you one better!" She smiled. She pressed a couple buttons and all the cell doors unlocked. "I like the way you think toots!" He smiled. Everything got loud as hundreds of screaming yelling and rioting inmates made there escape into the compound. She turned to him and he grabbed her face and kissed her with such fire and she just returned it grabbing his neck and lavishing in every drop of him. "Lets get outta here!" He yelled grabbing her hand and running out the door. They made there way to the exit. The halls filled with inmates running like crazy. They got to one of the rear entrances. "Here it is baby" She said to him. She didnt hear a response and looked to see him rummaging through the patient belongings. He grabbed his box of goodies and bag of clothes. He pulled out a pair of chattering teeth that had duck tape and some other things attached to it. He wound them up opened the door and let it loose then swiftly closed the door back up. There was gun fire then a big BOOM. He opened the door to see a group of dead guards. He was so smart she two just skipped over there bloodied mess of bodies and continued to hijack an ambulance.
It was so exciting. Running, fighting, escaping. The best part was that she wasn't doing it alone. She started at him as he drove the ambulance around like a maniac.
"Listen baby, daddys gotta go get some money. Im gonna drop you off at my place. make yourself at home and ill be back later"
"Okay!" She said happily.
He dropped her off at and abandoned building scrapped up and run down.
He tossed her the keys "Dont touch the welcome mat" He teased.
"and dont go anywhere" he said in a raspy dark angry voice making it clear she had better not go anywhere.
She walked up to the door a plain raggedy worn out 'Welcome' mat stood in front of the door. She leaned in and opened the door without touching it. She unlocked the heavy absurdly large Lock. Harley stretched over the the welcome mat. She peaked inside to the pitch black she placed her hand on the wall to try and find a switch. She flicked it on and was amazed as it lit the place. It was a theater. Or at least what once was a theater. Some chairs were broken. There was lots of wires and cables everywhere. There was some things covered by sheets. She walked up to the stage and past the thick red faded curtain. There was a work bench with lots of tools and knives. Some covered in blood. She fallowed the steps down and wandered around the place. This is where he would go. She opened the door to what would have been the dressing room. There was still a vanity up although several of the bulbs were broken. His bed was next to it. It was a king sized bed with dark green plush sheets. She laid down on it and took a breath in knowing she was laying where he laid. She clutched the fabric and sighed. There was something poking out from behind the head of the bed. She picked it up. It was a big black leather book. It was dirty and tattered. Her smile turned to a frown when she opened it. "Batman" The word was written at least 100 times on the first page. As she turned the pages it was the same "Batman" Some written in blood. She closed it and put it back where she found it. Batman. She felt insanities vicious anger grow within her. She wanted to kill batman for what he had done to her beloved puddin. She continued to wander til she found the bathroom. She looked at her self in the mirror. She looked horrible. She had blood on her face on her clothed. Her clothes tattered and blonde hair a mess. There was a towel hanging over the railing and a basket full of Hotel soap, hotel shampoo and toothpaste. So she removed her bloodied garments and took a nice steamy shower. She cranked the heat up til it left her skin nice and pink. A new life. New man. New house. She wrapped the towel around her and continued her adventure around the theater. There was a room full of metal drums lots of wires and tools and guns. Gag teeth and toys. A metal jack in the box. She was a little scared of that room so she stayed out. The last room she hadnt been. A room FULL of costumes. Cowboys, indians, , It was amazing. Everything was obviously untouched for years. She looked and found a beautiful red robe she grabbed it off the hanger and kept searching the racks. She found a section full of pin up clothes. She grabbed a black lacy bra and panty set. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. Oh Harley! She imagined him saying in her head. She looked fantastic. Her hair was so plain just laying there so she put them in pigtails. Such a playful look.
He came in the front door with 4 guys and a blue duffel bag in hand. "Puddin you're home!" She said running to the door. "Harley" He smiled with his arms spread wide. The guys he had walked in with gawked in awe as this mystery woman jumped into his arms. There jaw almost hit the ground when he caught her and swung her around kissing her. She hugged his neck and saw the men eying the scene of them together and she shot them a truly psychotic stare and smile. The men immediately broke eye contact with her out a fear. Any broad that loved the joker had to be a nut. "I got a present for ya" He said pulling a box out of the bag. It was Purple with orange ribbons. "Me and the guys are gonna take care of some business now no peaking til I get back" He said waving his finger at her. She felt the box in her hands as they walked backstage. She was so happy. She wondered what he had gotten for her.
After awhile of deliberating the joker came out with his men. Once they all left he grabbed her hand and pulled her on the stage. "You look fantastic!" He said standing with her under a dim light. "Can I open it now?" She asked happily. He nodded and she ripped the package apart. She opened the box to reveal a pair of beautiful black ballet slippers. She froze in time looking at how beautiful the slipper the shine of the silk. The ornate details of them. He jumped off the stage and skipped to the middle of the theater and pulled a sheet down revealing a camera.
"You told be you love to dance I want you to dance for me"
She blushed and placed the silk ballet slippers on her feet.
"You're a star Harley" He breathed turning on the camera.
She stared at her audience of one. The only one shes want.
He leaned over to an old record player and turned it on 'Strangers in the Night' by Frank Sinatra played.
She smiled and closed her eyes. Let the music fill her heart. As the music picked up she began twirling, leaping, bending and gliding. She nearly flew through the air with her swift strong footed steps. He stared at her obsessively with madness eying every move. She was so grace full. She placed her hands up and began to pirouette.
"Stand still" He told her.
She stopped spinning and faced him with her hands in the air. He walked on stage the camera still rolling and stood behind her/ He began tickling her over and over.
She laughed and wiggled but kept her hands up. He began touching her all over rubbing her breasts getting to know them very well caressing her nipples with his fingers She tilted her head back and starting making fast panting sounds. He let his hand fallow down her frame feeling her whole body feeling how small her waist was. The curve of her hip. That soft milky skin. He let his hand travel down to the valley between her legs. She let out a moan and whimpered "Oh puddin" She whimpered "Hold still" He whispered. She heard the click of a knife. He held it up to her throat and she closed her eyes. Gently he slid the knife under her bra strap. he kissed her back then slashed through the fabric with a hard jerk. He lowered the knife to her panties but first he slid his finger on he outside of her slit then gave her a wedgie in the front. "Ahhh..." She cried out with a little pain. "Do you want me to stop?" He mockingly asked her. "No" She cried in her high pitched voice. "Are you sure?" He asked yanking them higher till the fabric started to rip. She moaned out again. He pulled them higher and higher "Oh please mista J" She cried with pleasure."Alright" He said with sympathy and he cut them loose from her body suddenly grabbing her turning her around and kissing her. She grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled him close to her. He pushed on top of her pushing her to the ground. She laid there naked and exposed. He looked down at her perfectly toned yet soft body. He Pulled off his jacket. She ripped his shirt open popping all of the buttons sending them clattering around the stage. A nice surprise of a little green chest hair on his eggshell white skin. She rubbed it. Nice and soft and fuzzy. He smiled at how much she adored him. Joker grabbed her cheeks and growled with pleasure at her though his teeth. He stood up and dropped his pants. She looked at him standing above her in nothing but a pair of orange socks, Her eyes went wide at what she saw. "What can I say! Girls dont like me for my personality!" He laughed getting on top of her. He ravished her. He brought her on the edge of climax then dragged her back down. Pulled her tightly making sure he was deep inside her. Made every thrust memorable. She raked her nails so hard against his back we would bleed and he would demand her for more. Her whole body was covered in smears of red lipstick. A trail of marks he had left on her. As they crescendoed to the end of there dance together she had pulled him close and whispered in his ear "I love you" So heartfelt. So sincere. She knew it. She knew it right then and there that she was utterly utterly in love with him. No matter what happened. No matter what the cost or circumstances. She would always be madly deeply in love with him...always...
