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PART X

I'm so hot, I ignite,
Dancing in the dark and I shine.
Like a light I'm luring you.
Baby, I'm a sociopath, sweet serial killer
You know I love the thrill of the rush
- Serial Killer, Lana Del Rey

He didn't know they would come back so quickly.

He had almost forgotten the reason why he didn't sleep, why he put it off until he simply collapsed from exhaustion and there was no time to think, why he had functioned differently in another lifetime where actual sleep was not necessary. He had almost forgotten why he used to always be awake, always alert, always ready to push them back.

Lately sleep had become something tolerable, because they were kept at bay. They remained vague shadows in the back of his mind, not threatening enough, and he could laugh in their faces and defy them. They grew powerless and pathetic, until suddenly there was nothing to hold them back anymore. They had crept closer, ready to strike, and they slipped through the buzzing in his head.

And it was all - he grit his teeth - her fault.

That insufferable girl.

He had gone 49 hours without sleep and she still had not returned. The Joker didn't think he would itch for something so pathetic as rest, but as the shadows crept closer and spun wildly in his head, it was a constant flashing, a sound he couldn't mute, it was harder to focus. He let out a low, annoyed growl but still made no move to rise from the bed he was lying on.

As insane as it was, he had enjoyed her presence more than her absence, and that was disgusting in its own right. He could lie to everyone else, in fact lying to her was an enjoyable pastime, but Joker did not lie to himself. He enjoyed that malicious glint in her eyes that always made him want to take her harder, to choke her just to see her drop her pretenses and moan deeply into his mouth. When her true, delirious self emerged, he never could keep his hands off her.

He enjoyed her childish wonder after a particularly rough session, when she giggled like a little girl and licked blood of her red lips, her warm body against his when she chased the insomnia away and made them retreat again. He enjoyed to see the last remains of his little doctor washed away and the corroded persona that appeared in her place, her full potential finally unlocked. She was his, tainted and twisted.

Sometimes he wanted to shut her up for good, but at the end of the day, no matter how frustrated she had made him with her games and schemes and whining and endless pouting, he needed to feel her fingers threading through his hair and ease him to sleep. Even though her behavior drove him insane, hey, at least more than before, he wanted to hear the sound of his name coming from her breathy whispers as he left teeth marks between her legs.

He wanted to feel her scratching his back bloody with raw, delicious pain when he pounded into her, and see her give him her most devilish little smile, asking for pain, willing to please. Even though some days he just preferred her sleeping just because he could finally hear himself think for once. Every time she opened her mouth someone died - not that he was complaining.

He chuckled to himself. It had been so easy to make her fall head over heels, like stealing candy from a kid. A few appreciative words and her face was flushing, she was wide open, easy to influence, easy to control. But the doctor, who stroked his hair after the electroshock therapy and made them give him a metal grill instead of his crushed teeth, she was more than that.

She was the creepiest, craziest creature he had ever encountered, and it drove him absolutely mad.

Mine, mine, mine, the mantra running through his head every time she was near, when he branded her from the inside with himself.

The first night without her he had pushed them back and waited, and it felt like he was back in his cell waiting for the good doctor to come to work in the morning. The thought made his blood boil - heaven help her if she was out there, dancing for others while he was here. A part of him knew he should have killed her from the beginning, and she never would have caused him this much trouble. Where his past had been, the memories that he had lost, she had replaced everything with herself and ensnared him in a way that no one was allowed to.

She had left her phone at home. Growling to himself, the Joker finally heaved himself up from the bed and strapped his holster in place.

He had to find Harley.

.

Harley brought the glass to her lips and swallowed the content in one go, feeling the alcohol burn her throat all the way down. She picked the olive up from the martini glass with the plastic stick and ignored the stares from the men around her as she leaned over the counter and ordered another drink. She had decided to reply "Surprise me" every time they asked what she wanted, and after a while they had started giving her stronger drinks.

The dim, red light in the club felt comfortable to her throbbing head. She was not aware of her surroundings, focusing on her drink with both hands, and her mind tuned out the low conversations and laughter around her.

This club did not belong to Mr. J, and it was located in the very opposite part of Gotham - The Red Lantern was a VIP place with closed entrance, but by flirting with the entrance guard and beating another girl unconscious and stealing her pass, the exclusive VIP club had opened up before her. Harley sullenly pulled the olive off the stick with her teeth and closed her eyes, feeling the throbbing bass music seep into her bones.

This was her first time being out alone, save for a few times back at university, but she did not feel inclined to party - he wasn't there. She didn't know what had triggered his temper enough, what, killing a bitch? The thought of him made her chest ache and she pushed it away by squeezing her eyes together tighter, in turn increasing the throbbing headache. She downed her drink to keep the migraine at bay, then ordered another one, when a soft hand suddenly touched her shoulder.

Harley turned around in her seat and saw a woman standing next to her, close in the crowded bar area. She focused her blurry sight and the first thing she noticed was the thick, red hair falling down the woman's shoulders. She wore a short, revealing dress that complimented her piercing green eyes. The dark red walls and lamps in the club made her hair seem to glow.

"I wouldn't drink that if I were you." Her voice was deeper than Harley expected, yet feminine. She sounded much older than Harley despite her youthful appearance. She looked at the drink and Harley glanced at it as if it was the first time she saw it; she honestly couldn't remember where it came from.

Harley sluggishly winked at the woman and pushed the glass away. "Like whatya see?"

"No," the red-head answered bluntly and Harley glared, offended, but she continued calmly: "Those drugs are too weak to do any damage to the nerval system, but you seem like the type to fall for anything."

Harley let out an uncontrollable giggle. "Thanks, mom. Ya don't think I can handle myself?"

"You've already dosed yourself with rohypnol, honey," the woman remarked and inspected a red, sharp nail on her finger.

"Ryhop-what?" Harley fell over giggling intensely. She remembered that name from somewhere, but it was getting harder to focus.

"Why don't you ask him over there?" The red-head nodded at something and Harley noticed the man sitting in a booth a few feet away, watching her intensely. He quickly turned his face away when Harley looked up, but it was too late.

Harley abruptly rose to her feet, almost overturning her chair, and the woman grabbed her arm. Discreetly, she slipped Harley a small, green pill. "Take this and be quiet, or I'll inform the guards about your forced entry."

"What's that for? I don' wanna trip." Harley shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her chest defiantly. She had already started seeing the strangest figures in the edge of her vision, rabbits and caterpillars and colorful animals. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to embrace something higher, after all. She snatched the pill out of the woman's hand and chewed it quickly before swallowing, then grimaced at the taste.

"Ew! What is this shit?"

The red-head gave her a dismissive glance. "You're not very bright, are you? Antidote, works on all kind of lower class drugs. Don't cause too much trouble now," she said quietly her deep voice.

Harley grinned. "Trouble is what I am."

She moved over to the man who had been watching her, gracefully slipping between the warm bodies. He apparently was the reason for her unsteadiness, and she was going to find out why. He sat on a plush couch, sheltered from the surroundings. He was objectively good-looking, with dark hair slicked back and wearing a fancy golden watch to his expensive suit jacket.

Harley's grin grew wider.

She plopped down in the seat next to him and leaned close, batting her eyelashes and inhaling his expensive eau de cologne. He watched her with a look she recognized well; it gave her the complete answer on how to approach him.

"Thanks for buying me a drink," Harley whispered in his ear, smiling sweetly. His hand touched her bare knee and slowly moved upward towards her thigh. She held back the urge to stab his eyes out with the plastic drink stick she still had in her hand.

"Anytime, gorgeous," he smiled warmly at her.

She knew that she was looking her very best - a quick store robbery earlier today, and she got a complete fresh outfit and make up. She had settled for a deep purple satin cocktail dress with a slit down the middle that showed off her skin in all the right places and ended just above her thigh. She had kept her hair down and complemented her outfit with some jewels she picked up from another store on the way here. The perfect outfit for heading into battle, completed with her sharpest war paint - blood red lipstick and strong eyeshadow.

"Would you do anything for me?" Her lips almost touched the shell of his ear when she leaned close.

"Yeah, baby. Are you here alone? I haven't seen you around before." He looked deep into her eyes, no doubt for a sign of drowsiness or dilated pupils, and Harley moved closer until she was almost sitting in his lap. She let her hands move up his shoulder the way she used to do with J, even though the very idea of doing this to someone else without J being in on the game was repulsing. The man's breathing seemed to get stuck in his throat for a moment.

"I'm all alone," Harley pouted and faked a little sob, "I've been here all night."

"I'm here now," he smiled.

She quickly checked the surroundings - no one was paying them attention, especially as the place was filled with strippers giving the men lap dances.

"Goodie." Harley smiled and then embedded J's knife in the inside of the man's upper thigh. It sliced through his expensive suit pants and straight into the big vein, like cutting through butter, and stained the entire seat with blood. She quickly put her hand over his mouth to silence his shout as she leaned in closer and pulled on his tie, putting on a playful act of seduction. "Shhh..."

He was left panting and gasping underneath her hand and she pulled the tie hard enough to almost choke him. She sat on top of him, covering the act, as she put her lips right by his ear. "Who do you work for?"

"I swear -"

"Spit it." She pulled the tie tighter.

"R-r-roman!" he spluttered, panicking. "He- he said you'd be here!"

"Leave Falcone a message from me, alright?" Harley blew him a kiss, then twisted the knife and ripped it out. She pushed him down on the floor so he was hidden underneath the table and jumped up, fixing her dress in place over her push-up bra and strapping her knife in place underneath.

She was still a bit unsteady on her feet, a dull ache in her head, but it was easier to focus her gaze - maybe that pill was working after all. The red-haired woman from before was leaning against a nearby wall, watching Harley with one of her eyebrows raised.

"He doesn't have much time left," she remarked casually when Harley skipped over to her. Harley held out her hand with a wide smile. "Nice to meetcha. I'm Harley Quinn."

The woman pushed off the wall with a dead-pan expression. "That Harley Quinn?"

She giggled. "The one and only."

The woman examined one of her nails as if she had nothing better to do, then looked up. "I've heard of you, alright," she said without any trace of the admiration Harley had expected. But she could forgive her the lack of respect now - she would see eventually.
"I'm Pam," she added as an afterthought. She swept with her gaze over the place as if she was looking for something.

"I like your style," Harley commented, "and your hair! It's so... red!" She reached out to touch it, but Pam backed off with an irritated expression. "Don't touch me."

"Aw, come on, Red!"

"Don't call me that," Pam cut off and turned away. She walked elegantly in a way that not even Harley could match. Harley giggled and followed her through the club, impatiently pushing people out of the way. "Hey, wait!"

She was so busy keeping track of the slick green movement that she didn't notice how people stared when she passed by, and the uneasy whispering that spread through the crowd, almost covered by the music. If she had paid more attention, she would also have noticed the man in the black suit following her movements from afar.

Harley eventually caught up to her and grabbed her arm. "Are you afraid of commitment?" she teased. "Do you usually stand around watching girls without paying the bill?"

The woman turned around and stared her down, anger flashing in her green eyes - it reminded her of Mr. J, that look that told her to just shut up before she got hurt - but the Joker's stare was much more intimidating and terrifying than Pam's could ever be.

Almost as if she read her thoughts, Pam looked over her shoulder. "Where is your clown?" she asked coldly.

Harley's smile faltered a bit. The ache in her chest returned with full force, almost making her knees give in and her pulse rush, but she couldn't find her voice. The thought of returning home had hit her several times, but she couldn't do it until she knew that he wanted her back.

"Oh, forget it." The red-haired woman slipped through the crowd before Harley had time to catch up on her, disappearing like a shadow.

"Red!"

Harley was alone again, and it was harder to keep herself focused. Now when the thought of J had slipped through the walls she had put up around her mind, she couldn't keep it gone. She missed him more than she thought she could, after only two days apart - and no distraction had been more than momentarily; he always stayed on the forefront of her brain. In the edge of her vision, she ever so often saw something that made her react - a streak of purple or green, but he wasn't there.

Without him by her side she felt terribly empty, drained... lost.

She looked around for something, anything to keep the agony at bay and noticed the space in the middle of the room. This club had a stage, with red and golden tiled bricks on the walls and floors and several golden poles in the middle. Red, heavy velvet drapes were attached to the ceiling, covering it completely. There was no glass cage, so the dancers were much closer to the audience.

Harley jumped up on the stage and this time stopped to notice all the pair of eyes settling on her. She smiled and waved at them, then motioned for the current pole dancer to get off. As if this had been J's club, the woman seemed strangely eager to get out of her way.

Soon Harley was dancing again, the familiarity soothing her. She could push the ache away, becoming one with the movement. She found it was easier to keep her balance when there was no need to remain steady in one place - she was constantly moving and she instinctively fell into the same old rhythm.

She pressed her back against the pole in the middle of the stage and swung her hips from side to side, just as an explosion went off in the back of the club. It was immediately followed by screams and the sounds of gunshots and several guards rushed over.

The crowd started moving around uneasily, voices raised and another gunshot went off. She spotted a familiar figure in a black suit and more men in morbid costumes. They spread out along the walls and cornered the scared club-goers, blocking the exits. Everyone's heads turned against one spot, and the crowd clumsily split.

Harley stood on the stage, waiting.

And there he was, sauntering towards her - he took his time, like always, and a shiver ran through her spine. He wore his purple alligator coat with an open shirt underneath and black slacks, accompanied by his cane.

His dark and hollow gaze found her, boring into her so hard she couldn't look away.

Harley pressed herself to the pole, slowly sinking down to her knees. "Puddin'," she called with a sugar-sweet voice and tilted her head to the side, smiling wickedly.

She saw the crazed grin on his face as he came closer."Playin' without me, baby?"

She barely noticed the terrified glances of the rest of the club-goers, caught between the Joker's men, who all kept their assault rifles at ready. All she saw was him, and warmth flooded her chest.

"All by myself," she replied and winked at him, arching her body as he stopped right in front of the stage. Seeing him like that was almost enough to make her want to throw herself into his arms.

"Come to daddy," he purred, his gaze dark.

Harley hoisted one bare leg around the pole and climbed up, blowing him a kiss. "Come and get me, Puddin'."

She saw the triumphant smile on his face switch to one of pure rage as she jumped up to the ceiling a moment later, grabbing one of the heavy drapes and using it as a trapeze to swing herself through the room. She let go of it when she was above the crowd and landed far off the stage, crouched among a mass of confused people.

In the chaos that followed it was easy to disappear out of sight. More gunshots erupted, the people around her screamed and pushed each other, unable to get out. She used the drapes along the walls to her advantage, sometimes climbing the walls. The lights were dim and the club was filled with private booths, perfect hiding spots. She saw bodies falling around her, men and women collapsing on the ground. Harley crouched, thoroughly excited, and navigated her way through the screaming club-goers. Every time she saw J, who simply shot anyone that didn't look like her, she changed course.

As she crouched underneath a table, someone grabbed a hold of her. Harley aimed a punch but was thrown off, and found herself staring into the face of a familiar woman.

Red glared at her. "Doesn't that deranged clown have something else to terrorize? This is my third job in a month and I'd like to keep it."

"He's here for me," Harley announced, overjoyed. "Tell me how to get outta this place."

"I hope you're kidding." Red glared at her. "If you leave, he's gonna blow this place sky high."

Harley giggled. "Come on! He'll do it anyway."

"No!"

Harley sighed dramatically. "I just wanna play a little, don't be so boring!"

"Do you call this play?" Red hissed as another hail of bullets rained down over the room. A woman screamed and a body hit the table above them with a dull thud. "Follow me - I'll tell him where you go," Red warned and dragged Harley with her out from underneath the table. She pushed them both behind a heavy red curtain, that revealed a door instead of solid wall.

Red opened the small door with a key and quickly pushed Harley inside, closing the door tightly after them. They walked through a small, dark and moist tunnel as the sound of an explosion shook the building again. They had to walk crouched as the ceiling was so low, and the ground was patched and uneven. Harley giggled constantly as Pam led the way. She sighed, thoroughly annoyed.

"If I let that guy drug you, you'd be sleeping when the clown came to pick you up," she grumbled. "Less trouble for everyone involved."

"Then you'd lose your job," Harley taunted. "And Mistah J would kill you." She smiled, before she remembered something. "That Falcone guy is after him," she growled.

She could almost hear Red roll her eyes. "Who isn't? Have you any idea what he has done to his town? What he has done to the plants, the living things around here?"

Harley shrugged.

Red ground her teeth together. "I forgot, he owns you."

She didn't see it coming; suddenly Harley slammed her against the concrete wall, causing them both to almost fall over in the small, dark space. Their bodies were so close she could feel the strong flowery scent of the other woman.

"He doesn't own me!" Harley exploded, her voice creating a messy echo. She held Red's arms in a tight grip, returning her vicious glare. "I'm here because I want to be. He's mine, and I ain't some sidekick!"

Red yanked herself free from her grip just as Harley was about to punch her in the face. She withdrew and said nothing more, just giving Harley a sour look.

The entire building suddenly shook, causing stone and gravel to rain down over them. Harley giggled in anticipation. "You ever played hide and seek?"

The tunnel lead to the street and they both ended up outside a secret passage that could only be opened from one side, on the corner from the club. Pam refused to be involved any further and withdrew, which probably was a smart move considering that the Joker's men had abandoned the club and instead flooded the street. They shot wildly in all directions to keep the streets empty and Harley kept herself out of shooting range just behind the corner.

The street outside the Red Lantern was a mess, crowded with cars and mauled bodies, but Harley did not stop to take it in as she ran. She rounded the street, knowing he must have noticed her absence by now. The thrill of the chase made her heart rush, she felt complete again, the world was aligned in perfection with her. Mr. J was looking for her.

And what could be better than letting him hunt her down? Her lower stomach clenched in anticipation. She also knew that this was his way of claiming new territory - when he wanted a building for himself, he either blew it up or simply killed everyone inside. The Red Lantern was going to be her new favorite club.

She had only passed two blocks when she heard the roar of a familiar engine. Harley stopped and turned, as large purple car suddenly came in from the left and stopped right in front of her, blocking her way.

The Joker left the car, in his usual casual manner, and closed in on her. Her heart felt like it was going to burst at the sight of him. Their argument had withered away in the days they spent apart and her longing for him overtook everything else. She couldn't even remember what they had been arguing about.

He grinned at her, pulled up his lip and flashed his teeth in that certain way she loved. "Tag."

Harley knew she was cornered from all sides, she knew that he would chase her again if she made a run for it, she knew all this and yet she knew playtime was over. She was happy to give in as the tiredness of the chase, the sleeplessness and the lingering effects of whatever she drank earlier took over. She had been on high on adrenaline for a while and she could feel it in every part of her body.

The voices in her head babbled excitedly, she felt raw and pure desire flooding her veins, her head felt soothed by his very presence. Her insides clenched up with anticipation.

She threw herself at him with more force than he expected, both their bodies tumbling into the side of the car as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. His mouth found hers before she had time to breathe, and his strong arms encircled her and pressed her hard to his chest. She kissed him with all her might, devouring him in the same way he did to her, and opened her mouth to let his warm tongue in, to explore every part of her mouth.

The kiss was deeper, more indulgent than she could remember, and both of them pressed hard into each other. When he gave her a moment to breathe she deeply inhaled the scent of him, the smell of blood and gunpowder and something slightly chemical that enveloped her like a sweet haze. Her legs grew weak as he pressed their hips together.

She let her hands move up to his hair, pushing his head closer and raking her nails through his green tresses, hearing him groan deeply in return. He nibbled at her lip, the half-healed wound from last time, but with less aggressiveness - this time he kissed her softly, as if she was still Harleen. The thought made her giggle, the strange, unfamiliar gentleness from this man, who always kissed her roughly and fucked her hard. She felt his lips split in a grin against her mouth, smile against smile.

Still pressing her into him, he growled into her ear and she whined, her eager hands already tearing at the fabric of his clothes, as she felt the warm moistness pooling in her panties. She didn't think it was possible to physically ache for someone this much, to want to claw his skin away and climb into him, it was impossible to ever get close enough.

He pulled her into the car impatiently, temporarily breaking her out of her haze. She would be happy with him taking her against the wall in the alley or anywhere, but he apparently had other plans and she wasn't going to object. She smiled as they drove past the front of the nightclub, leaving a full crime scene behind. The place was flooded with police cars and she realized why he had wanted to pick her up - none of them would be happy if the GCPD interrupted their reconciliation.

Suddenly she remembered something. "Tell them not to kill Pam," Harley yawned. "She's got red, fluffy hair -" Her eyelids grew heavy.

She thought she only blinked a few times, but suddenly the car had stopped and it was silent around her. She turned her head drowsily, and saw J sitting in the driver's seat.

"Wakey, wakey," he purred. Harley got out of the car, her head slow and dull, and before she could take another step he moved one arm underneath her legs and hoisted her up in his arms.

The car drive had made her drowsy, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and settled her head on his shoulder with a content sigh, breathing deeply of his smell as he carried her upstairs to their penthouse. She felt his chest shake with laughter as she almost fell asleep, and then his arms disappeared underneath her. Harley gave a yelp of surprise, and a second later she landed on a soft surface.

She was back on their bed, but the sight of him in front of her was enough to keep her awake. He discarded his purple coat and she crawled over the bed towards him.

"Missed me, Puddin'?" She flashed him her most devilish smile and reached for him but he wagged his finger at her warningly.

"Playtime's over, Harley. Gotham has no more clubs, I wonder why?"

Harley settled on her knees, pouting. "Come on, Mistah J." She rubbed her thighs together.

He glared at her, and she realized he had not forgiven her for whatever she had done since their fight.

Let's show him what he's been missing.

Impatient, Harley flipped back onto the bed, pulling her dress up above her hips and revealing the lace tong she wore underneath. She spread her legs and bent them at the knees, smiling at the way his eyes traced her curves, landing on her center.

She let both of her hands follow the inside of her spread thighs, fingers slipping beneath her golden tong and dipping into her warmth. The warm slippery wetness enveloped her finger and she sighed deeply and curved it against her inner channel.

His eyes flashed.

Her smile grew, toothy and predatory, as she beckoned him closer with a finger still inside of herself, then threw her head back.

"I guess I'll have to play by myself..." Harley whined and gave a little yelp as a sudden weight on the bed made her bounce slightly.
He wore nothing aside from his black slacks, and her eyes immediately focused on his pale, sculpted chest and arms as he towered over her. His eyes darkened and he growled as she let her hand retreat from herself, showcasing the dripping finger.

She giggled and the frustration flashed over his face. A moment later he had both her hands above her head and he lowered himself between her legs, pinning her down with his hips. She could feel his warm hardness straining through the fabric and thrust her hips against him.

He grasped her chin tightly as he kept her in place with his body, and her legs automatically locked around his lower back. Like a carnivorous plant, she got him in her grip, ready to swallow him whole.

He was breathing deeply through his teeth and she felt the promise of pain in his rigid body. His gaze pierced her, capturing her completely and the heat between her legs was unbearable. She needed him inside so badly it was painful.

"Pretty pretty please?" she breathed.

His eyes gleamed, his breathing got heavier, and then he ripped her dress apart with one sudden move. It opened in the front where the slit was, and her bra was revealed to him. Growling in frustration, he picked up one of the knives he always had lying around and used it to sever her bra, then trailed the blade down to her crotch and let it slide through the fabric of her soaked panties.

The sensation of the cold steel against her most sensitive parts sent thousands of electrifying sparks across her skin, making her writhe and tremble beneath him. Harley tore the remains of her underwear off herself and threw it on the floor, spreading herself for him in all her glory.

He placed himself on top of her, stretching out with a lazy grin. She realized this was her punishment for running away, for defying him. Yet, his hard need was evident through the fabric of his pants, teasing her soaked folds to madness.

"Had fun on your little trip?" he growled into her hear and her breathing hitched.

"Nothing's fun without you," Harley whined and searched for his mouth with her lips, but he lifted his head a little and turned her head to the side. She heard him chuckle lowly as he inspected the new tattoo on her cheek.

"Someone else did this?"

His cold fingertips brushed over her skin and she shivered in hot anticipation.

"It's a surprise for ya, Puddin'!"

His mad grin told her that he appreciated his gift. He lowered his head and her heart almost stopped as she felt his mouth encircle one of her breasts, catching the sensitive nipple between his teeth and flicking his tongue before biting.

She arched her back up into him, moaning, just as he left a teeth print all around her areola. The delicious pain set fire to her nerve endings, going straight down to her groin. Her hands ended up where they always went, grasping his hair tightly. He purred as he moved his mouth to her other breast and repeated the same process, marking her. His hands encircled her waist and held her completely still, his grip too tight to be comfortable.

She bucked her hips into his, throwing her head back and moaning out loud. "Please, Puddin'..."

He moved his mouth up to her throat, purring as if he was about to tear her throat out, and Harley's hands tightened in his hair. His free hand moved down to her moist folds, spreading them, and his fingers found her clit, abruptly pressing it and making her legs tremble violently.

As his teeth grazed her pulse point and found the right place to leave a soaring bruise for everyone to see, she moved her hands down and abruptly slammed her nails into his shoulders, clawing desperately at him. As she felt the skin break beneath her nails he groaned out loud and suddenly withdrew from her, pushing her back onto the bed with force.

Her world was a blur, she was not aware of him stripping until she suddenly felt his bare hardness poking at her entrance, and him hovering above her. He thrust into her without warning and her nails drew blood. It tore deliciously at her insides, tearing pain mixed with overwhelming euphoria of finally quenching the thirst inside. She felt fuller than ever before, stretched more than she knew she could as his hard member stabbed into her.

He was ruthless, pressing her down into the bed and she rocked together with him. He pounded her hard enough to hurt, growling and panting in her ear, and all thoughts of being in control faded and dissolved - she was suddenly rendered helpless, all her thoughts focused on the place where he pushed into her.

Her legs locked around his waist with raw force, but that didn't slow him down as he pounded her into the mattress. She gasped with every movement, her hands moving up and eventually managing to get a grip around his head so she could draw him closer.

His lips found hers and he stole her breath away, literally, shoving his tongue into her mouth the same way he did with his body, completely filling her up with him.

As he thrust into her she felt every part of her that had not previously been tied to him change, until she was absolutely sure they were one being, two pieces of a whole that had been separated and then roughly put together again. Her mind focused into one, white-blinding spot and he was the only one that could make it explode, she opened her soul for him.

He reached her inner depths, deeper into her than she thought it was possible to reach. When he pulled apart from her mouth to let her breathe she stared fixedly into his eyes, watching him as he pushed into her with force.

The tension was building between her legs, overwhelmingly strong. She moaned out breathlessly and saw him grin in return, wild and unhinged. His hips snapped into her, his scrotum slapping her wet folds, and she tightened her fingers in his messy hair. The world around her was sparkling and shimmering with overwhelming ecstasy. Harley's head hit the headboard and she laughed out loud, floating above the clouds. This was the greatest high she had ever felt, and he took her higher.

She suddenly tightened her thighs around him and rolled over, without breaking contact, easily pushing him down into the bed. He felt harder than ever inside of her, warm, she fit him like a glove. His hands gripped her waist possessively as she rolled her hips back and forth, meeting his own forceful thrusts. The sweat gleamed on his pale chest and she leaned forward and kissed him again.

He groaned when she sank her teeth into his lip and she could feel him throbbing inside of her. Her own pleasure was tightening up her insides, she clenched hard around him and he growled in a way that was positively animalistic.

A particularly hard snap of his hips sent her tumbling over the edge. Harley locked her legs and arms around him with suffocating force as she threw her head back, panting. She tightened up around him, earning a deep grunt in return. Her body trembled as she came around him, just as one of his hands found her clit again and twisted it painfully.

The sensation left her panting hard, white flashing behind her eyelids and her strength drained. She loosened her grip around him only for him to roll them over and push her down into the bed again.

It didn't take him long to finish, with her embedding her nails into his back and pressing as hard as she could. She moaned weakly as he gave the last, deep pushes into her. He groaned hotly into her ear, then his teeth found the sensitive spot underneath her jawbone and he bit down as he came. She could feel his hot seed filling her up, the warmth spreading in her.

He remained inside of her, buried to the hilt as they panted into each other's mouths and Harley's head spun with delirium. She kept him as close as she possibly could, the exhaustion was taking over and her eyelids drooped, but she refused to look away from his magnificent face.

She had missed him just as much as her body had missed having him inside. The world was filled with patterns and colors again, swirling at the edge of her exhausted vision, just like it should be. She felt his warmth slide out of her and the stickiness of their fluids running out between her thighs as he laid on the side and pulled her close to his chest.

He purred darkly as she pressed herself close to him - she could feel a pleasant throbbing between her legs, the soreness telling her she would not be able to walk straight for a while. She loved it when he branded her like that, left visible traces of her body. The scent of sweat, blood and matted arousal filled her nostrils and made her relax completely.

"Who's Pam?" he suddenly mumbled.

Harley yawned, she had almost forgotten all about her. "One'a Falcone's guys tried to drug me, but she gave me some antidote or sometha'..."

He growled deeply, a ripping sound that sent shivers through her spine, despite the heavy drowsiness.

"Falcone?" he sing-sang, a smooth, dangerous tone of voice that she recognized well. "The old man's back?"

She giggled as she felt his blood lust rise in the air. She absentmindedly threaded her fingers through his hair, stroking it back from his forehead.

"Ya didn't kill Pam, did ya?"

He shrugged. "Jonny hasn't counted the bodies yet."

Taking it as an affirmation that her new-found friend was alive, she intertwined their legs.

"What do you say we pay the roman a visit tomorrow?" Joker purred. She could see his metal grill through the darkness as he grinned.

Harley pressed a soft kiss to his mouth and giggled sleepily. "Sure, Puddin'."

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A/N: And here we go. What a wild ride! I loved writing this chapter and I hope you enjoyed it just as much. This is the longest fanfiction chapter I have ever written.

Next chapter will be the final chapter in this series, but consider this story an introduction to my other JxHQ fics. I had not planned on including lil Pammie but I really like her dynamic with Harley and I felt it was time for an introduction. She might appear in other works of mine, it's definitely not the last time we'll see her - but she is only a supporting character here.
Lastly, please take the time to leave a review - it's my best motivation and support!

Love, Crystallinee