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CHAPTER 8: The Ballad of Mona Lisa

"Nothing wrong in having a taste of what you paid for."

(A few days later)

Of course, the Batman had escaped before they got home; it was just a ploy to get Harley to the hospital safe anyways without him being a distraction. Unfortunately, when they did get home, Roscoe was laid out on the floor, unconscious after dealing with the nurse and nice doctor. It was not Roscoe's fault, but the Joker still called him a 'Twit with no brain inside that thick skull of his'. Harley felt bad; she knew what it felt like to be under his constant emotional abuse. However, so far, with the child there, he kept the cussing and insults to a minimum.

Harley would forever remember the day The Joker cried. Of course, he threatening that if she ever told ruined it. As she was wheeled out the back way of the hospital, she smiled down at the little bundle of joy she held in her arms, she admired his beauty. They had yet come up with a name for him, nothing fit. Not Harvey or Ace, or even The Joker's name before he turned into the Joker, Jack. Nothing seemed right. For days, they poured over the most common names, not finding one that fit the small child. It was until nearly a month later that they finally found the right name for him. Harley remembered fondly about when the Joker came barreling in, screaming; "I've got it!"

To which she replied, "Got what, Mistah J?"

"Why the name of our child Harley! What else?!"

"Well, spit it out, dear." Harley said, as excited as he was.

"Spade. Spade Quinzel." He said triumphantly, his smile so wide he looked like the Cheshire cat.

"It's perfect…" She said softly, caressing the blond hair on his little head.

Harley sat in the back seat with her beloved son. She had signed the papers of her discharge a little over a month ago and he was doing just fine. He was strong and demanding of their time and The Joker had never looked happier. They had decided on that crazy day that their son was to be Spade. A unique name for a unique boy. He had bright blond hair, big blue eyes and a small, yet tall physique for an infant. Overall, he was the spitting image of his mother, but had the cunning of his father. Whenever Harley would talk back or would anger The Joker, their son would always take it out on her, whether biting her nipple harshly when she tried to feed him, or wailing until The Joker held him. He was The Joker's kid, through and through.

Unfortunately, for Harley that meant she was still second on the list of people to spend time with. Nope, make that third. The bat was second now. Joker had barely even spoken with Harley since she gave birth to their son, and Harley was getting more agitated by the second. He would only address the child, never Harley directly. It was if he was angry with her. Well, two can play that game. One night, The Joker came in intoxicated; his breath reeking of his favorite scotch. Harley was asleep on their bed, Spade was nestled comfortably in his crib in the other room. It is funny how everything can change by one small word….

The Joker started slowly kissing Harley's neck, his arms holding himself up so he would not crush her.

"Not now, puddin', I'm sleeping. The kid had me up all night. (It was well past 3 a.m.)

"Harley. Get your ass up and let me see that pretty pink-" He hiccupped softly, swaying on his feet a little. Harley just took this as a moment where she could get some sleep again. Nestling in the covers, she didn't know what was coming.

"I was going to say… Show me that pretty pink pussy between those gorgeous legs of yours."

Harley rubbed her eyes, sighing. "Babe, just come to bed. You need to sleep."

The Joker could not stand being rejected and immediately lashed out at her, his fists pounding her unsuspected face. She screamed and then closed her mouth for fear of waking the baby. He would never go back to sleep after that.

"I said open your fucking legs!" He shouted, obviously not caring if he woke up his child.

Before Harley knew what was coming out of her mouth, she shouted back at him.

"NO!"

Everything went silent and the Joker hissed, his breath sweeping across her face.

"What. Did you just say?"

"Please, puddin', I didn't mean it!"

The Joker grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her pants down to the edge of her lower butt. He raised his hand and spanked her 5 times. She moaned every time and The Joker could tell she loved it when he spanked her. By the time the fifth spanking had been delivered, Harley was a quivering mess, her panties were soaked with wetness just for him. He then threw her to the ground and began unbuckling his purple belt, and afterwards, stuck a finger near her entrance, sliding it along her slit. She shook with anticipation.

"Always so ready for me, my little jester." He cooed like you would do to that of a small child.

Without warning, he shoved his finger inside, laughing as Harley cries out in mixed pleasure and pain. Finally removing his pants, he grabbed her by the hair, holding her up slightly and aiming his cock between her lips. He releases her hair to grab the sides of her head and orders her, "Open wide! And no teeth!" before plunging his hips forward and roughly fucks her face. Harley gags and starts to drool instantly, but she keeps her tongue moving along the bottom of his still growing cock. He pulls out, giving Harley a scant few seconds to breathe before plunging back in. Finally, he thrusts in fully, causing Harley to choke the massive man-meat in her throat as he blasts his cum directly down her throat. Instinctively, her jaw flexes, lightly biting down on the Joker's cock, but that's enough. He pulls out, cum still shooting and splashing onto her face as the back of his hand swings, knocking her down and leaving an imprint on her face.

"I TOLD YOU, NO TEETH!"

Harley cowers on the ground on her hands and knees as the Joker shouts and raves at her. He trails off, noticing her nice round ass in the air, waiting for him. He grins, his cock already hardening. He grabs her hair, dragging her to the bed and throwing her onto her back. "You're going to pay for that, Harley." He runs the tip of his cock against her soaked panties before physically ripping them off and throwing away the scrap of cloth. He thrusts in without warning or restraint, bruising her with his ferocity, but all the time Harley is moaning and screaming out in pleasure, eventually cumming around his abusive cock. With a wild grin and a sadistic laugh, he reaches down and grabs Harley's neck, squeezing more than playfully, but as he continues to ravage her, she finds herself cumming again, and again.

Suddenly, he pulls out and away, leaving her confused and on the edge of another orgasm. "Flip over." The order is simple, and Harley obeys, getting on her hands and knees as the Joker walks up behind her and rubs her ass, slapping it a couple times. "Can't cum in your cunt. Don't want another kid so fast. So, I'm fucking your ass tonight." She squeaks as he pushes inside, lubricated only by her juices, and starts up a rapid pace. Not quite bruising, his size still hurts her underused asshole, but she's in heaven. Especially when he starts slapping her ass on every other thrust, the impact of flesh causing her to leak a little juice. The Joker's voice is growing hoarse as he pants, pounding and beating his Harley's ass before cumming, shooting a large load inside of her. She moans and has another orgasm at the intense feeling, slumping onto the bed as he pulls out.

"What are you doing? You still have to clean me off, you bitch." She nods tiredly, turning around and sitting up on the edge of the bed. She takes the Joker's cock into her mouth, licking away the juices and taint left on it from the night's deeds. Once he's clean, he fucks her face one last time, cumming rather quickly and into her mouth, allowing her to savor the taste before she swallows. Pulling up his pants, he walks to the door, smiling. "Much better. Now, clean this place up! It's a mess! You could use a shower, too, actually."

Harley nods tiredly from where she is crouched on the bed. Her fingers are below her, catching his cum as it oozes out of her ass, eating every bit she can find, almost cumming just from the taste of her Puddin's pudding.