Joker grasped her neck again. "Don't play with things you don't understand Harley. Or I swear to god I'll put a bullet in your head myself." He squeezed her neck tight, he hated her for being stupid enough to put herself at risk and nearly undoing all his hard work. But at the same time, he was enjoying the sight he saw before him now, Harley Quinn was unfolding before his very eyes. Even now he could see her mind evolving into something extraordinary.
"I promise.. I won't touch a gun again." Harley said, tears threatening again.
"No I didn't say that!" He slapped her face hard, breaking the skin on her bottom lip. "You're not listening!"
"Please... You're hurting me." She begged.
"What did you think was gonna happen huh? You put a fucking gun to your head? You're mine sweetheart, I decide if you live or die, not you."
Fighting the tears in her eyes, her anger brewed. "Shut up, just shut up! I don't get you, one minute you're all over me, and the next you're using me as a punching bag! Make up your mind! You don't fucking own me!"
Joker growled, pressing her neck harder, so hard that his hands went white under the pressure. He was squeezing the life out of her. "Don't you ever speak to me like that again, you worthless whore."
J suddenly released his hands and awaited her reply, he didn't want to kill her by strangulation. If he was gonna kill her, it would be a delicious death, full of pain, pleading and merciless torture.
That's what she deserves.
Harley gasped for air, the fresh oxygen now filling her lungs, massaging her neck to make her airway clearer. Her face turned upwards and before she could control herself, she started to chuckle. "H-how can I be a whore? If I won't even sleep with you."
The Joker's hand came at such a speed that all she heard was a rush of air before it connected with her jaw. Sending Harley into a world of darkness.
Harley slowly came round, she wasn't sure what time it was or even what room she was in. Her head and jaw were throbbing in pain and her neck was tender to the slightest movements.
It was pitch black, unable to see anything, Harley felt around the bed and realised she was still in J's room. Rolling over to the side of the bed she flicked on the lamp, the light blinding her for moment until her eyes adjusted.
On the table lay her phone. Hello old friend. Switching it on she read the time, 03.12am. Fuck. Waiting patiently for her messages and phone contacts to load, she soon discovered her sim card had been removed. Without it, it was useless. She didn't know anyone's numbers and the signal was out, so she couldn't even make a basic phone call.
Why, why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Harley gently ran her right hand over the burn on her left collarbone. That's why.
Gripping into the bedside table she tried to stand, she wobbled slightly but her feet were strong enough. She padded across the room over to the dresser. Opening the draw, she saw all the weapons she'd seen earlier and pulled out the gun. After selecting her weapon of choice she creaked open the bedroom door. Harley was armed and ready to find him.
Even just holding it she felt the immense rush that she did earlier. Her head swung from left to right, checking that the corridor was clear before walking in the direction towards the stairs. "Where is that bastard?" She cursed aloud.
Everything was silent for a moment until her ears caught the sound of classical music being played.
There he is.
Cocking the gun back she slowly tiptoed towards the sound, she stopped outside a big black door. A crack of light from inside the room shone out of the bottom of the door frame. Without any hesitation she grabbed the handle and pushed it open. Joker was sitting at the desk, facing the door. It was piled high with paperwork and scraps of paper all over the floor. Not looking up from his work he spoke sharply "Get out."
"No." Harley shouted.
"No? No? What did I tell you about coming in here, huh?!" He raised his head to look at her fragile form. Her hair was coming loose from the ponytail, dried blood clinged to her lip and her neck and jaw were turning purple. He looked her over her, noticing the gun clutched in her right hand, he laughed.
"Silly girl...come to kill me have you?..." Joker teased.
Angry, she raised the gun, aiming in his direction. Her posture was strong, she was born to handle firearms. His mind wandered slightly, imagining her first kill, how it would sound, how it would feel to watch her end another person's life.
"Yes." Harley said firmly.
"Would you shoot an innocent unarmed man?" J mocked.
"No I wouldn't, luckily I don't see any around." She quipped back, hold her aim tighter.
Joker rolled his neck and laughed, letting it echo around the room before his expression turned serious. "Harley, Harley, Harley, I've always found that smart mouth of yours very, very attractive, but it will get you in trouble."
He stood out of his chair, and sauntered in her direction. She tightened her grip on the gun. "Good stance baby, but your aims a little off.. a little to the left.. yeah, yeah that's it!" Joker walked a little bit closer until they were a few feet apart. "You look tense sweetie. Want a hand?" His laugher growing from the pit of his stomach.
Trying to blink through her rage she continued to stare into his eyes, not flinching once. He closed the gap and now the barrel of the gun was flush against his forehead, his right hand gripped the barrel and pressed it further onto his head. "Do it." He whispered "Do it."
What are you waiting for? Kill him Harley, you can be free if he's dead, no more fear, you can leave and never look back.
But I'm not a killer, that would make me as bad as him, would I really be free even if I did?
This rush is addictive, I've never felt like this before, it's-it's beyond amazing, I can't go back to a normal life now can I? How can I? I'd only crave that feeling again, like how I crave him, his mind, his touch.
She lowered the pistol, pulling it away from his grip. Tears spilled down her face when she realised that she needed him. Not just his incredible mind, but she needed him, all of him. Now. That's the only way she'd be set free.
"Changed your mind eh?" He flexed his arms and hands, clicking his neck. "I don't blame you, I would be greatly m-" He was cut off, when Harley threw the pistol on the floor, grabbed his face in both hands and thrust her lips onto his, kissing him passionately. He was shocked for a moment, she'd never lead a kiss with him before, but he wasn't going to waste this moment. His hands found her body, and he wrapped his arms round her waist, returning the kiss viciously.
Harley withdrew before things got heavy. She took a deep breath to ask herself is she really wanted this, him. And she did, she needed that feeling. She felt it when she held the gun, and she feels it now when she's around him.
"What was that?" He asked, his dusty, blue eyes brighter than ever.
Ignoring him and taking his hand in hers, she looked into his stunning, sharp face and whispered "I'm ready. For you and for this."
Joker stood there for a moment registering what had just happened, was it a trick? No, no she meant it. A huge grin split across his face. "If you embrace me, you embrace the lifestyle." He warned.
Harley smiled back and looked up at him through her lashes. She leant into him and placed a gentle, lingering kiss on the corner of his ruby mouth. "I need you." And with that statement, she slipped away through the door..
Joker raced down the corridor attempting to catch up to her. He grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the wall, kissing her hard. His hands roamed her curves and Harley's gripped at his shirt collar to pull him closer.
"Are you sure you want this? There ain't no going back." He muttered, the area surrounding her lips.
Harley sighed in pleasure. "I know, I know. J-just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind."
He obeyed, grinning into her lips. Exploring each others mouth, he slid a hand down to her thigh and squeezed, he knew what that did to her. She moaned into him, enjoying his touch.
Harley then abruptly pulled away with a teasing smile playing on her features. She then continued to walk down the corridor, biting her lip when she walked away. Leaving him even more stunned than before. "Wanna play Harley? Oh, we can play." Joker call after her.
Catching up to her again, now outside the bedroom door, he pushed her in. Grabbing her waist and walking her backwards over towards the bed. Her legs hit the frame and she fell.
He wasted no time in climbing on top of her, pulling her legs around him. "My. Little. Harlequin..." He murmured when his lips made contact with her but just barely, covering her with gentle kisses. This was driving her crazy, his body felt incredible. J sat up on his knees and pulled her along with him, his left hand squeezed her waist and his right hand grabbed the small of her back. Crunching the shirt fabric in his fist. Harley instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. She straddled him inhaling the scent of alcohol, cologne and cigars.
"I'm not Harley Quinn, not yet." Harley gasped and moved her hands to slide around the back of his neck.
"Yes you are. Maybe not entirely, but you will be soon." He replied, looking deeply into her eyes.
"I can't become what you want me to be." Harley confessed. "I'm not strong enough, I can't - I can't handle all this."
"Yes you can. I'll help you Harley." He grinned. Nodding in agreement, she pressed her body against his. Feeling his heartbeat racing in his chest, she smirked. J started to unbutton her shirt, taking in her incredible body. He pulled it delicately off her shoulders and threw it to the floor.
Now it was his turn, Harley sat up higher on his lap and tugged the shirt over his head. She let it fall behind him, running her hands into his hair and then pulled, hard. He groaned into her neck, leaving traces of his breath along her skin.
Harley was now in her underwear and he was shirtless, too many clothes still between them. Leaning back, his hand ran up her spine and unclasped her bra. Throwing it over his shoulder he pressed her back onto the bed, kissing the new exposed skin before him.
Harley rolled her head back onto the pillows and moaned loudly, she was a slave to his touch.
Reaching down to his belt buckle she started to tug. It wasn't as easy as it looked, especially when he was rolling his expert tongue all over her body. Noticing her struggle J chuckled into her neck, he grabbed her wrists and raised them above her head. He held them there as he started to kiss and bite down from her bruised jawline, to her stomach. Inhaling her sweet scent as he worked his magic, feeling her squirm beneath him.
"Oh God.." Her back arched when he reached the inside of her thighs, kissing her softly. His finger hooked around her panties, pulling them down slowly, watching her in agony when he paused for a moment. Suddenly he ripped them off in one smooth motion. He pulled away kneeling backwards. Her face locking onto his when she saw him unbuckling that stubborn belt, he threw it dramatically on the floor, flashing her a smile as he undone his slacks. Joker pulled them down as quickly as humanly possible and climbed back over her naked body.
"You are so beautiful Harley." He whispered hotly. "So, so, so... Beautiful."
Kissing her neck, she moaned. "Your not so bad yourself." Harley grabbed his face and pulled him back down to hers, kissing like their lives depended on it. He settled between her legs as she pulled them up to his hips. His hands ran down them, pressing himself against her. Finally he pulled off his boxers. Completely hard, he couldn't wait any longer.
"I'm going to make you mine." Joker told her sternly. Kissing her more deeply this time, he positioned himself against her. She was ready, he could feel that.
"Make me yours." Harley gasped, pinching her eyes shut in anticipation. Without hesitation, he did. J's breath hitched when he slowly entered her body, relishing the way she felt around him. He had waited for this moment since the first time her laid eyes on her and it couldn't have been more perfect.
Starting off slow he picked up his pace. Both their bodies moving in sweet harmony against each other. When his pace quickened, Harley let out a gasp and pulled her legs tighter around him to pull him. "Oh Joker, I...I..." She moaned, loosing her breath halfway through.
"Shhh..." He purred, sliding his hands all over her body. Then he hit it, that spot inside that every woman craves.
Harley gripped the satin sheets with her fists, she threw her head back and moaned loudly. "Oh J...Fuck." She was done for now, her body tightened around him.
"Harley." He breathed. J was just as close as she was. Stepping up the pace, they both rode into their release together. Her hands grabbed his shoulder blades when she reached her peak and dug her nails into his skin, dragging them down. He cried out in pain and pleasure when he felt his skin break and warm blood trickling down his back.
"Jesus, Harley." He gave one more thrust and then he emptied himself inside her. Collapsing on top of her body, he caught his breath. "You're such a good girl."
"Your good girl..." She corrected, kissing him deeply.