Just to warn you before this chapter starts, it contains a lot of detail so if you're Squeamish or dislike blood and things of that sort, I don't recommend reading.
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Harley and The Joker walked into the vast movie theater. They started towards the movie rooms contemplating their surroundings.
A man cleared his throat catching their attention.
"Ehm… did you two buy tickets?" He stared directly at Harley's chest. Joker noticed his eyes almost immediately.
"Well.. Sir.." J taunted, "You must've gotten the wrong idea." He grinned.
"You have to pay to get in." He said, his eyes never leaving Harley's chest.
He snickered. "I think MY Harley," he put emphasis on my to let him know she was his property, "has already paid you enough."
Harley didn't understand what was happening. She stood blankly her eyes flashing between The Joker and The Man.
"You have to pay." The man said.
The Joker growled. "My eyes are on my head, not my girlfriend's tits."
The man looked at his face and immediately realized what was happening. He backed away.
The Joker grinned, pulling the gun up shot the man in the head. Blood covered the tiled wall.
"Some redecorating eh'?" Joker chuckled.
Harley stared blankly at The Joker.
"So possessive J." She taunted him.
He groaned.
Her lips curled into a grin.
Before Harley could say anything he started towards the hall. She ran up to him catching up.
"You were jealous." She said hitting his arm, giggling.
He gritted his teeth. "Stop pushing Harley."
They walked into a theater playing a movie called 'Get Out'. Harley turned the corner walking to the control room. She ascended into the room and ran her fingers over the buttons. She stopped her finger on a red button that was labeled 'playback'. She pushed the button and turned up the lights. The theater was full of people, they all booed and snickered about the movie stopping. The Joker stood in front of the theater.
"Let the show begin." His signature laugh echoed around the theater while people started whispering and standing from their seats trying to leave.
The laughter stopped and his smile turned to a frown. "Why are you leaving so soon, the show is just now starting."
6 men walked into the theater fully armed.
The Joker's Henchmen.
A woman pulled out pepper spray warning a henchman she would spray him if he wouldn't let her pass.
The Joker pointed the gun at the woman's head and shot. Blood plastered the walls and the molding carpet.
The room fell silent, innocent moviegoers in shock, ears ringing.
The Joker burst out laughing. "Who's next?" He shouted with a smile from ear to ear.
Harley returned to his side waiting to see their next victim step up.
The Joker nudged Harley expecting her to pick someone worthy of the death they had in store. Harley's finger dragged around the theater.
"Eenie meenie miney mo." She narrowed her eyes.
"My mother told me" She searched someone vulnerable, not expecting to be chosen.
"To pick the very best one" Harley's eyes fixed on a man that happened to be planning his escape.
"You. are. it." Her finger landed on the man she had expected and she snickered. She walked over to the man seductively swaying her hips. The man looked around in fear.
"You just won your escape." She grinned at him and looked back at J who had been smiling from eye to eye.
She held the man's hand leading him out of the theater, dragging the steel bat behind her.
Just as she was about to turn the corner she lifted the bat to her side. She pulled her hand back from the man and swung the bat. The bat collided with his skull sending him backwards. Dark blood scattered throughout the hall. There was a ringing sound that filled the room, as if you hit a dinger in that last minute of a tied game. The room was in complete shock, they had been almost completely sure that man would be the only one that would live to tell the story. Metallic smelling vital fluids clung to her skin as she wiped her blood covered bat on her shirt. Harley returned back into the room as it fell into utter chaos.
The room of people completely started panicking. Everyone was running trying to hide from the shooting men. There was screaming and gunshots and crying. The sound the clowns would never tire of. The crackling sound of The Joker's laughter was the one thing that made Harley's spine tingle. The Joker grinned as she walked up to him. His gun clicked from being empty. He threw it on the floor and opened his arms. The chaotic blonde strutting up to him fell into his arms, one Week for that and she loved every second of it. He embraced her laughing maniacally. The Joker left her on the stage and pulled up a chair from the back. There was one man left. 'The Final Kill' as they called it in Joker's world. He pulled the man by his shoulders and shoved him down into the seat. He put a hand on Harley's back. "Go get em' tiger." He grinned and walked to the seats in the front row. Joker gestured for the henchmen to sit with him.
Harley stared at J and his henchmen. She held the bat out, and stared at the trembling man.
"What a coward." She mumbled under her breath.
A giggle erupted from The Joker's chest. "Could you say it louder Harls, I don't think he heard you."
The man trembled. Harley's eyes darted around the room. She whimpered. She knew the man was innocent. She hadn't felt any guilt. The one thing that made her feel uneasy was the unbearable pressure that the joke she had in mind wouldn't be funny enough for The Joker himself.
"What's wrong pooh?" Joker asked.
"Nothing, I just think he needs a new hairstyle is all." She whispered just loud enough for them all to hear. Her eyes snapped to the man in the chair. She turned her head from side to side analyzing her next move.
The man squirmed. "P-please don't hurt me."
She smirked. Then acted as if she changed. "I won't hurt you." She walked over to the man and stared at him weakened, vulnerable. She smiled and turned to The Joker. She hummed a song to herself as she walked behind the man. He turned his head struggling to see her. She ran her fingers through his hair. His hair was rough and sweaty, his scalp felt dry, like rough shells with sand all over them. Suddenly she started ripping at his hair, pulling chunks out. The man tried to get her off but she was too strong. Blood seeped from the needle sized holes in his head. Her hands were covered in blood, brown hair clung to her palms and knuckles. She laughed hysterically watching the man, tortured, screaming for mercy. The man hoped so badly for the someone to help but no one did. After what felt like hours of burning in the man's scalp he fell to the floor with a thump. Harley kicked him in the gut adding dramatic effect for the man's last blow.
She turned to face the men that were all smiling at her. "And scene."
She flashed a smile and whipped her bloody hands on her shirt.
The Joker clapped and stood up. He shot the henchmen a look and they all scrambled to their feet clapping.
"Harley, you're a real showstopper baby." He glared at her flashing a one-in-a-lifetime grin.
She stared at the bodies surrounding her and watched the blood stream out. At that moment all of her emotions inside tangled up and her mind ran laps. She stared into space. She thought about all that she had went through this week.
"Harley?" The Joker walked towards her.
Her head pounded she started to sweat vigorously. Suddenly everything came up. Her hand shot up to her stomach and she immediately started projectile vomiting. J stared at her in shock. She wiped her mouth and sat on the chair the man had been sitting on.
"You.. What?" He stared at the vomit on the floor inches away from him.
The henchmen starred in disgust.
Harley started to panic. "I-I'm sorry J."
"It's fine." He walked up to her and took her hand. "Let's get out of here." He pulled her up and dragged her out of the theater.
"Don't give the Cops any company boys. Make yourselves useful. Hide the evidence." He laughed as the door shut. He led Harley out to the car. He opened the door for her, shutting it he sighed.
The car drive was silent, they didn't want to bring up anything that wouldn't end well.
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The Joker led Harley into their empty house. He pulled her up the stairs. He dreaded everything about it, but he was happy she was with him. At the top of the stairs she laid down.
"Come on Harley." The Joker groaned.
"I don't want to." She laid curled up in a ball at the top of the stairs. Tears started to form in her eyes.
The Joker gently wrapped his arms around her and carried her into the room he carried her past the bed that he dreaded and past the sheets that were draped off the side onto the floor. He opened the bathroom door and slipped inside. J placed Harley into the tub gently making sure she didn't get hurt in the process. Her face was tear stained and flushed, but she still looked beautiful to him.
He gestured for her to lift her arms. She obeyed him and he pulled her shirt over her head. Then followed her bra and the rest of her clothes. He turned on the water and started to leave.
"Stay." Harley whimpered.
J walked back to her and wrapped his fingers around her neck, not applying pressure but holding her. "I can't control myself."
"Then don't control yourself." She whispered.
He groaned and his heart rate quickened. "I can't." without another word he slipped away from her and walked out of the room.
Harley never hesitated, quickly trying to clean the dried blood off of her ivory skin. She wrapped herself in a fluffy white towel. Her eyes darted between the wardrobe and the open door.
"Fuck it." She muttered.
Harley walked down the stairs searching for The Joker.
"J.. Joker?!" She shouted.
He stepped out of the living room with something behind his back. "Yes?" He smiled trying to act natural.
"What's that?" Harley said trying to peek behind his back.
"Oh, nothing." He grinned.
"Go upstairs." His grin turned to a frown.
She groaned and shot him a look.
He thought for a moment. "Living room." He had no reason to explain himself.
Harley groaned.
"Disobey me, you'll get beat." He snapped.
"You promise?" She grinned.
"Now." His tone was dark.
She stepped into the living room with defeat in her eyes.
A few minutes later he returned with a big box.
"I got you a gift." He smiled. He sat next to her on the couch. His suit pants hung off of his hips perfectly. He put the black box on her lap. She pulled up the label that read. "Missed you, J" in tiny cursive writing. She smiled at the thought of the two words.
She whispered not loud enough to hear. "Missed you too."
She opened the box and gasped hitting Joker on the arm. She pulled out a black dress with lace all over it. The dress needed no explanation, it was all around perfect. She loved it. Tears formed in her eyes.
"Don't," he hesitated "cry."
"Awh… J, I love it." She jumped onto him smothering him in kisses. He fell backwards onto the couch. "Wait. That's not all of it." He pulled his body up.
Harley pushed him back down. "It can wait."
"Harley." He snapped. J got back up off the couch and pulled another box up off the floor. He handed it to her.
She opened the box as fast as lightning. She couldn't wait any longer. She wanted him now. She pulled out a pair of heels that she didn't care to look at. She put the box on the floor. She sped through her words. "J, I love it."
Suddenly Joker pulled her onto the cold floor and smashed into her lips. He pinned her hands down above her head and started kissing her neck. He wasn't going to let her have control.
"Say it." He said between kisses.
She shuttered at his words. "Say what?"
"Tell me you want me." He said, gently biting at her neck.
She stood completely still for a moment. "I want you. I need you. Please J."
He pulled the towel off of her body taking in every curve. He ran his hands down her waist, slowly taking in her complexion. A deep growl erupted from his chest. He pulled out a knife.
She squirmed. "What are y-"
"Don't you trust me Harls?" He grinned, the light shone off of the knife right onto his grill perfectly, blinding her with the light.
She suddenly eased as if a weight was pulled off of her.
He stared into her eyes. J dug the knife slightly into the skin below her neck. "I said, do you trust me." He snapped.
"Yes." She whimpered.
He growled.
"Yes Sir." She stared into his fiery eyes with fear. His eyes swallowed hers.
He pulled the knife away from her skin and placed it on the floor next to them. "Good girl." Joker held back a laugh, she would do anything he asked and they both knew it.
Joker pulled down his pants. He wasn't going to wait any longer he'd waited almost a week for this girl and he wasn't planning on wasting time.
He pulled himself up to her waist and hammered into her. She whimpered in pain. The Joker being a Crazed, homicidal, lunatic loves to watch people suffer. So he did what any other psychopath would do and made Harley suffer. He suddenly stopped directly at her entrance he knew exactly what she wanted but refused to give it.
"Please, J." She whimpered.
He held his knife back up to her neck. She cried out in pain. "Who's in control?" He squinted at her.
"You are. I-I'm sorry." She whined.
Harley eventually got impatient she needed it. "Do it." Harley mumbled.
He rammed into her once again.
J grabbed her face. "I'm in charge you stupid bitch." He growled at her getting angrier his pace quickened. "You'll learn eventually." He said between breaths. She was vulnerable, which made him want to torture her more, little did he know she loved the pain. Harley felt herself building up, her head jerked back and she moaned. Joker put his fingers in her mouth, pushing on her tongue. Harley eventually made her way to her stopping point, weakening under him. He rode out his climax panting like a dog. He collapsed on top of her. They laid on the cold floor sweating. They both stared at the ceiling.
The truth went unsaid, that was the perfect ending to a perfect night.
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Hope this wasn't too cringe for you...
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