sexual content later in this chapter!

We carefully stalked toward the cell where my father was being held. In front of me I could hear Jack trying to hold in his laughter. His tall figure slinking through the darkness, ready for the kill that we've both been waiting for since we were in high school. I stopped beside a custodial closet and grabbed J's fingers in my bloodstained hand, checking the area around to make sure no orderlies were coming up on us. My anxiety levels were causing my heartbeat to pound in my ears, my hands were cold and clammy, and my breathing was starting to escalate…but I was determined to do this…if not for me, then for my mother and for my puddin. "J?" I breathed, careful to use a nickname instead of Jack.

He slowly turned around and looked me with his manic emerald eyes glistening under the dim florescent lights, and his scarred lips stretched into his signature smile "What is it Pooh?" he asked while pushing a blood soaked lock behind my ear. His fingers leaving an electric current throughout my whole body, but it wasn't his fingers that made me swallow my fears…It was that smile, the beautiful messed up smile that most people feared, let me know that I could do this. I gave him my most manic grin and giggled.

"Make sure he hurts baby." I whispered while leaning into his palm

He winked at me "Don't worry Harls...WE will." He giggled and produced a sledge hammer from the closet.

….

"Wakey wakey daddy." I sang while pushing him off of his cot. "Time to get up!" his dark eyes popped open as he crashed to the hard floor, looking confused, then pissed. I giggled and looked back at J who gave me a sinister smile.

The hideous monster glared at me "Just what do you think you're doing little girl?" he hissed, trying to pull his huge figure up off the dirty ground.

"Uh uh uuuuhh…" I tisked while slamming the hammer down on his fingers, causing him to howl and fall face down on the floor again. "Did I fuckin say ya could get up?" I sneered through clenched teeth. I place my hammer down on the side of his face and pushed lightly, causing his face to stay on the ground. "Now daddy-o, don't ya fuckin move until I say so." He nodded his head the best he could with the giant hammer placed on the side of his face. I leaned over and patted his head "Good Daddy…now, we're gonna play a game…" I took a lighter out of my pocket and sat criss cross on the floor in front of him. "Now, I remember how much ya said that ya loved to play this game with Mom...so I thought we could play it." I looked over to Jack "hey puddin…could I barrow a knife?"

He smiled and walked toward me "Sure Pooh" he cooed while passing me a small pocket knife and patting me on the head. "Now, play nice."

I looked back at the disgusting monster "Isn't he the greatest?" I grabbed him by his peppered locks and pulled him into a sitting position at the side of the bed.

The angry slits turned darker. I could feel the hate and rage flowing freely off of him in waves. "Oh, is little Harleen fucking patients now too?" he sneered and looked up at Jack "Sorry kid, but your little Harleen is nothing but a cheap whore, just like her mothe-" CRACK! Jack's foot connected with the front of his head and spray of blood shot out of his nose as his head snapped back against the mattress.

Jack laughed and squatted down beside me, grabbing my father's face in his hand" Did she tell ya that you could fuckin talk? I don't think so… and nobody calls Harley Quinn a whore, NOBODY." He punched him in the nose again. "Baby, make sure to make him bleed." His musical laughter erupted through the hallway.

I glared down at Daddy and started running the flame up and down the blade. "If you utter one fucking word, I'm going to kill you…do you understand me?" I grabbed his hair and pulled his head backwards, exposing the soft flesh of his neck. I pressed the hot metal to the base of his throat, hearing the sharp intake of breath I giggled and placed the blade to the side of his face until it went cool. "Wow you're good at this game" I watched the stinging tears run down my father's face as I started to reheat the knife until the tip was red. I slowly placed the fiery blade to his Adams apple and watched as the skin turned pick and began to break, pressing harder I let the warm red liquid run down the blade onto my fingers. I looked into his eyes, they were full of pain and anguish, but I knew that he wouldn't scream. Feeling the rage build up in my chest, I pressed the knife deeper into his throat and slammed my knee down on the hand that I had shattered earlier causing him to groan in pain. I smirked "Game over."

In between raspy breaths he whispered "You cheated…."

I smiled wider "oops." And slashed the knife clean across his throat, a sea of red covered my face as I kept stabbing him, over and over again, until his neck looked like hamburger meat. The hot tears running down my face were making it almost impossible to see, but I couldn't bring myself to stop. It was like an overwhelming force took over my body and no matter how much I wanted to; I couldn't stop the knife from coming down upon him over and over again. A ringing sound was pounding in my ears as I felt a large hand on my shoulder tightening its grip.

"Harley!" Jack's voice brought me out of my trance. I looked back at my broken angel, his eye were staring into mine, holding them captive. "It helps if ya laugh..." he smiled sadly at me, wiping the tears out of my eyes.

It started out as a little humorless chuckle, and steadily began growing into something more…something dangerous. I closed my eyes and threw back my head, letting all the pain, all the hurt disappear with laughter filling the empty wounds. Soon enough, the laughter settled and I was left sitting in Jack's arms. I looked into the beautiful face of my clown prince of crime and touched his scarred cheek "let's go home."

….later….

"Welcome home Ms. Quinn." He breathed against my temple, wrapping his arm around me as we walked toward the old abandoned firework factory that would be my future home. I giggled and leaned into him, letting him guide me through the maze of boxes and into the small kitchen like area. He took his arm from around me and put his hands in his pockets. "Uhm…well, this is it." He said looking around the small building. "The bathrooms, my study, and the…uh…bedroom is upstairs." He cleared his throat "The living room and stuff are through that door" he said gesturing toward a door behind me. "You're welcome to go anywhere you want. Just…make yourself comfortable." He put his hand behind his neck and looked into my eyes. I giggled; I haven't seen him this nervous since he tried asking me out for the first time.

I walked over to him and put my arms around his neck as his hands rested on my waist. "Jack?" I looked into his eyes and smiled while playing with the hair at his nape. He shivered and I saw goosebumps forming on the side of his neck

"Yes?" he whispered.

I put my palm to his face and began to trace his scars with the pad of my thumb, wiping the blood off of his cheek. He closed his eyes, pressed his face closer to my hand and inhaled deeply. "I-" I was cut off by his lips on mine. I tightened my fingers in his hair and pushed his mouth closer to mine, trying to touch every inch of him. His tongue probed my lips and I opened my mouth, the feeling of his cool tongue entering my hot mouth was causing every nerve in my body to catch on fire. His large hands slid from my waist, resting them for a moment on my bottom, before picking me up and pulling me toward him so I could wrap my legs around his lean torso, ripping a giant slit in my boring pencil skirt in the process.

He pulled away from the kiss and chuckled "What were you going to say?" he asked while pulling me closer to him.

I rolled my eyes "Oh forget it" I groaned before pulling his lips back to mine. This time our tongues fighting for dominance as he carried me to the bedroom. I felt his hardness growing against my thigh as my back was pressed against the bedroom door. With a hard kick the door opened and we collapsed against the large spring mattress. I pulled my mouth from his, trying to catch my breath. His assaulting kisses moved down toward my throat and across my collar bone, as his hands roamed up my legs, caressing my exposed thigh from the tear in my skirt. I ran my fingers down to the front of his body, unzipping the harsh orange jumpsuit that all the inmates were forced to wear, causing him to grunt and sit up pulling the zipper down faster. I smiled up at him and ran my fingers down his bare, scarred chest, teasing him by stopping just below his naval.

He groaned and looked down at me. His hands slid up my sides and rested on my breasts, teasing my hardened nipples as he leaned down and whispered in my ear "Harley…are ya fond of this top?" My heart beat was thundering in my ears as his hot breath tickled the side of my face. I shook my head no. "Good" he said before ripping the bland button down in half, sending buttons flying in all directions as I giggled and claimed his mouth once again. His hands slid down to my skirt and ripped the already torn fabric completely off. He looked down with wide eyes and started chuckling "Dr. Quinzel…you're not wearing underwear…"

I pushed my fingers down below the jumpsuit and held him in my hand, he groaned loudly. "It looks like you aren't either Mr. J" I laughed as I pulled the rest of his jumpsuit off of him. His mouth was on me once more, our tongues dancing together as he cupped my butt and flipped me on top of him, his hardness directly beneath where I wanted him was driving me crazy...but I wanted to try something...something that I'd never done to him before. I kissed his scarred lips down to his collar bone, across his chest, pausing just for a moment to kiss the small HQ that was tattooed there, slowly pushing myself down the length of his body until I was over his erect member. I looked into his wide, emerald, lust filled orbs as I circled the tip with my tongue and took the length of him into my mouth. I heard his strained breathing and felt his hands pushing my hair out of my face so he could see what I was doing. Bobbing my head up and down while dragging my fingernails along his inner thighs seemed to be getting to him as he threw his head back and sighed. I smirked and tightened my lips and cupped him in my hand. His breathing was getting faster and his hand tightened his grip in my hair. I looked into his eyes and took him deep into my throat and squeezed his balls lightly in my hand and started to hum. That got him, he twitched and let a strangled moan escape his lips as he filled my mouth with his sweet juice.

Sitting up I licked my lips and crawled up toward him, sliding my wetness up his thigh. He smiled and pinned my body underneath him. "My turn" he growled and began assaulting my sensitive flesh with his tongue. His fingers slid down my stomach, creating goosebumps, before they slowly inched into my hot core.

"Uhhhhhhhh Jaaaaayyy…" I moaned loudly. He chuckled as he pumped his fingers inside me, my toes began to curl and I began to pant. He slowly lowered his mouth to me and licked up my slit, causing my heart rate to accelerate. His name kept escaping my lips, like a long lost prayer. Noticing that I wasn't far off he began sucking harder, moving his fingers in a 'come here' motion, driving me over the edge. "Jaaaaackk" I screamed as my orgasm shook through my body. He brought his face to mine and caressed my cheek. I opened my legs wider for him as he placed himself between my thick thighs, his thumb tracing over the already tender flesh made me whimper. He slowly pushed himself inside me, pausing to look in my eyes making sure that he wasn't hurting me, and began to push himself deeper into me. His eyes never left mine as the heat between us began to grow, they wanted to capture everything, every emotion that went across my face, every sigh that escaped my lips, and every promise that lingered silently between us. The white hot fire that threatened to consume us was building even higher. "faster Mr. J…faster…" he gladly quickened the pace as little whimpers escaped my lips. I wrapped my legs around his hips and held on for dear life.

"Harley…." He grunted "im gonna…"

"me too" I squeaked. "keep going baby"

He grunted his response and pounded into me even harder than before, our eyes locked on each other, not allowing the other to miss this moment. I felt him throbbing inside me, knowing he was going to release soon he put his hands between my legs and rubbed me furiously. I gripped his back for dear life, letting drips of blood coat my fingers. "Harls..cum for me baby..." he whispered, and without a moments hesitation…I did. His release emptied into me and he collapsed. Our sweaty bodies tangled together, not bothering to move from the heat of our embrace.

"Harley?" he whispered after a few minutes of silence.

"Yes puddin?"

"Don't leave me…" his voice was thick with emotion as his arms tightened around my figure.

"Never." I whispered, tracing his scars as he cried into my chest. Even if I wanted to, I knew that I couldn't. I had let the madness take over…and I knew there was no turning back.