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A very large man was looking at us, his hands reaching inside his coat. To me, it all happened in a flash. For Joker, not so much. Because he was on the intruder in a flash, with a mean punch that landed on the guy's nose.

He crumbled to the ground and lost consciousness. I just stared, I didn't even have time to scream, when Joker reached in the man's coat and pulled out a gun. He looked at it, turning it in all directions, checking for bullets.

I instinctively covered my body as well as I could and stared silently. Well, damn. Joker just knocked a guy out with one single punch. If that hit landed on me I'd be dead. Slowly, the reality of his strength started seeping in and I realized how dangerous he was even without his favorite knives.

He looked at me then and smirked.

»Come here, Harley baby.«

I contemplated if it was a good idea to approach him when he was holding a loaded gun, but then again he'd probably use it if I won't. So I brushed off my fears, as much as possible, and walked slowly to him.

»Get daddy his clothes,« he ordered and I went out the bathroom.

I didn't dare tell him I didn't like it when he said daddy, but hell, if I outlived this shit he can say whatever he wants. It made me barf slightly, but I hurried up, grabbed the purple clothes lying on the floor and handed them over.

I never realized how fast this man was, dressed in seconds. Then, out of the sudden, like it was the most casual thing, he pushed the gun in my hands and turned toward the mirror and sink.

I almost dropped the thing in shock and held it awkwardly, goosebumps over my entire naked body.

»Um, eh...«

»Hold that for me, will ya, bunny?«

»Uh... s-sure,« I mumbled and tried to control my slightly shaking hands.

Joker took some tiny boxes out of his pockets and started applying his makeup, doing a messy job, as usual.

I kept staring at the gun, and was surprised at how heavy it actually felt. I then looked over at the two men and realized I could kill them both. If I only pulled the trigger. It was so tempting.

But then again Joker probably put the safety on or some sneaky shit and was testing me, as he always did. So I expelled bad thoughts away and put on a serious face.

The guy started moaning on the floor and Joker put away the boxes with makeup in his pocket and turned to face us. He clicked his jaw and adjusted his knuckles when the guy slowly opened his eyes and remembered what just happened.

He tried to get up, but Joker was faster, pushing him back down with his shoe.

»Whoa, eeeeeasy there,« he said, his voice surprisingly not as angry as I thought it would be.

The guy obeyed and lay back down, staring angrily at him and then at me. Oh shit, I'm still naked.

I blushed a vermillion and wanted to just vanish into thin air. Oh god, I was so embarrassed.

»Eyes over here, pretty boy,« Joker growled and grabbed his jaw to make him look the other way.

»Now, would you mind telling me... and my bunny, what. Are. You. Doing. Here?«

The guy stuttered first, slowly acknowledging the fact he was going to die after this.

»Gamble set a bounty on your head. And five grand ain't that little.«

»Mmm, you work fast,« Joker praised him since we just came here and took a shower and a guy was already after us.

An then his eyes turned shark like and he pulled the intruder's face to his own, making him dangle in the air partly and pull at Joker's hands.

»Where is he? Where's Gambol?«

The guy stayed silent, but Joker merely glared back. And then hit him with such ferocity I flinched and jumped, making the gun almost drop to the floor.

The guy's nose was definitely broken now.

»I hate repeating myself,« he growled and hit him again and again, before the guy mumbled the address and Joker let him go, satisfied.

»I think it's time we teach Gambol not to give money away like that, bunny. He ain't gon' have a nickle for his grandma if this continues,« he chuckled and I forced a tiny smile on my face.

It was so much better to just pretend and show him the emotions he wanted to see. He turned away from the guy bleeding on the ground and walked past me, like it was the most obvious thing to do.

»Kill him.«

I turned around, looking behind him, dumbstruck.

»W... what?« I asked in a small voice, barely audible.

»Shoot him dead,« he replied and went around the living room, inspecting things, searching for something.

I stared at my hands, the gun in my hand and the guy's wide eyes pointed at me.

»I-I can't.«

The Joker looked at me, not happy at all.

»Bunny...« he threatened and I gulped.

There it was. The big bad wolf. I had to think of something to make him less angry. So I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

»Show me, daddy.«

His eyes tripled in size and he waved a finger at me.

»You are a dirty girl, aren't ya?« He said, grinning wildly and I noticed he got that lustful gaze again. Good. At least he wasn't mad anymore.

»I love it when you call me that,« he growled and covered my hands with his.

»Say it again.«

»Please, daddy,« I whimpered and realized how very horrible I was.

But he didn't see through my pretence. Oh no, he was too erect for something like that.

»Ohh, bunny,« he rasped and turned me around, pushing himself against my bare butt and pointing our hands at the guy on the floor.

When I looked at the intruder's eyes, my heart went still and my throat closed up. I could never do it. I could never take a man's life. When I felt the pressure of Joker's fingers over mine, over the trigger, I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to cry.

»Please, daddy, don't.«

»Shh, shh, Harley,« he cooed in my ears and I tried to let go of the gun. But he didn't let me and merely pushed his fingers tighter and a loud bang echoed through the apartment.

I shook, one single tear sliding down my cheek. You didn't do it. You didn't push the trigger. He did.

I couldn't look. I feared I would throw up if I did, so when I felt Joker move away, I turned around and then opened my eyes. I saw Joker already at the door, holding it open for me.

»Come, Harley. We gotta go. Gambol's waiting,« he sung.

»But... I'm not wearing any clothes,« I protested and only then noticed the gun was no more in my hands, but in his.

»We'll fix that.«

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I went inside the house, two Joker's thugs in front of me, carrying a black bag large enough to hold a man. Which it did.

I grinded my teeth together, not being able to remember when was the last time I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. That fucker. How dare he?! Oh, I'll show him, I promised myself, my hands turning into fists.

I was dressed in what was probably the most provocative outfit known to man. He had it especially tailored for me, immediately when he left Arkham. So he planned this. He planned having me wear this despicable outfit somewhere in the future.

How dare he?!

I had the shortest shorts ever made, barely concealing my ass, if you could even call it shorts and not bikini. They were puffy and white, comfortable and not something you'd never see a normal person wear. And right in the center of my butt, a large bunny tail. Round, white and fluffy and I felt like I was about to rip it off if I didn't fear the consequences of my actions. He gave me a more normal shirt, for which I was grateful. But it was still so very, very small. And by small I mean short. So short it barely covered my breasts and nothing else. And all over it, said:

Daddy's girl

and on the back:

Property of Mr. J

Property my ass you sick fuck. I grinded my teeth even harder, steam blowing out of my ears and nose. Oh, god, how I wished I could land a punch on him. I daydreamed that the intruder could have knocked J out instead of the other way around. I would apploud the guy.

But that wasn't even the worst part. The shorts and shirt I could survive. But not the ears he planted on my head, matching the tail perfectly. I looked like something out of a Playboy magazine.

I wondered what it was with these psychopaths. First Bane with his collar an now Joker with an entire outfit. Maybe next time, you could put out an entire fashion line you bloody asshole.

I grunted loudly, because right now my mood changed drastically. I had mood swings like that. One moment I could be scared to death and the other the terminator himself. And now I was ready for some blood.

I heard some billard balls being hit and looked in the distance. Where to these people find these abandoned houses?

The room ahead was quite small, I could tell and ahead I saw Gambol's familiar face.

He stopped playing, stick still in hands and looked up at two if his men, that received me and the two thugs.

»Yo, Gambol? Somebody here for you. They say they've just killed the Joker.«

»They brought the body,« the other guy said, both of them in well tailored suits, clean shaven, mob like.

On the other hand, Joker's men looked like street thugs and nothing more. But Gambol nor his men knew who they really were.

The two men came to us, grabbed the bag containing the body and placed it on the billard table, in front of Gambol.

The thugs came inside the room, followed by yours truly.

Gambol leaned the stick on the wall and came closer to the black bag. He saw me then and his eyes widened.

»What are you doing here?« He asked, clearly confused.

»I ratted the Joker out,« I said, cool as ice. Oh yeah, this was the Ana I knew. Calm, collected. A born liar.

»Aren't you his bitch? Why'd you betray him?« He asked me and one of my eyes twitched.

I tried to keep my face frozen, not to give out any emotion whatsoever. I'll show you a bitch.

»He dressed me in this shit. So what do you think?« I spit back, my gaze angry and revengeful.

»Yeah, right,« he smirked and his men laughed.

»Let's just say I don't take kindly to clowns dressing me up. The guy's a freak. Besides, five grand sounded rather pleasant,« I seductively said and raised an eyebrow.

»A'iight,« he said and nodded.

»So its true. You're Bane's bitch, then?«

»I'm no one's bitch,« I venomously spat back and he smirked again.

»So you won't share the reward, then?«

»Just with my fellas over here,« I said and patted the thugs' shoulders.

They looked greedily at me, checking out my ass. And I pretended I didn't notice. I had no idea where this confidence was coming from or all the lies. But damn, I was on fire. Maybe it was because I had nothing more to lose. Even my dignity was gone. I mean these shorts and bunny ears do that to you.

»A'iight,« Gambol repeated, giving me the "not bad" look, checking me out. Obviously he didn't take me as seriously before. But the did now. He looked at the black bag again and took off the top, which covered just the head.

My response to Joker's face was always automatic. Everything inside me clenched in fear, and then I relaxed. He was completely still, his face looking dead. No emotion on it whatsoever. His eyes were closed, makeup barely on anymore. Dirty, smudged. He didn't breathe.

»So,« Gambol began, visibly satisfied.

»Dead, that's five hundred,« he said, coming toward us.

And then, in a flash, the Joker got up, killed the two guards that were standing on his sides, and when Gambol turned around, pressed his favorite knife against his open mouth.

»How about alive? Hm?« Joker asked, but Gambol couldn't even process what was happening.

Joker's thugs took care of the remaining two men and I moved to the corner, diagonally from Gambol and J.

»Do you wanna know how I got these scars?« Joker asked and whispered in his ear and then I remembered.

He asked me the exact same question once, and then told me the sad story of his wife. And then me and Lena...

My heart clenched at the memory, and all the previous arogance and confidence was gone.

»My father was... a drinker,« he began and licked his lips.

»And a fiend. And one night, he goes off cra-zi-er than usual,« he lulled and I frowned.

This wasn't the story I remembered.

»Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit.«

I wondered if the story he told me was a lie or if this one was. Maybe they were both fake.

»So, me watching... he takes the knife to her. Laughing while he does it,« he licked his lips and rolled his eyes at the memory before he smirked and continued:

»He turns to me, and he says: »Why so serious?«« I flinched when his tone changed, it was the voice of Mr. Hyde. The big bad wolf. I had heard this voice before. And I feared it, because nothing good ever happened after you heard that.

»He comes at me with the knife,« he continued and I shivered.

I hoped to god this wasn't true. What kind of a monster would do that to his wife and child? That would explain why Joker is the way he is today. Then again, it may all be a lie.

»Why so serious?« he growled and slowly put the knife inside Gambol's mouth, sharp point first.

»He sticks the blade in my mouth...«

For a minute I thought the Joker was lost, staring at Gambol's mouth. Like he was seeing something else entirely.

»Let's put a smile on that face. Aaaand...,« he said, his eyes suddenly found mine, staring deep into my soul.

But I defiantly stared right back. I won't show fear. He will not win.

»Why so serious?« He asked me and pushed the blade as far as it went, killing Gambol instantly and dropping him to the floor like he was just a piece of meat.

In a way I was thankful for my time spent in the sewers. Because death seemed like an old friend now. So many dead bodies I had already seen... Gambol didn't even awoke a reaction from me anymore.

Joker tore the rest of the plastic bag off his body, putting his knife away. He looked at the men that were held by his thugs and started his speech once again:

»Now, our operation is small, but there is a lot of potential for... aggressive expansion!«

He picked up a billard stick and looked it over.

»So which of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team?« he sung in his happy voice, moving his hands around like he was in a circus.

»Oh,« he said when he saw there were just two men in front of him, held by his thugs.

»There is only one spot open right now, so we're gonna have-.«

He snapped the stick in two like it was a silly little straw and I flinched.

»Tryouts,« he rumbled and looked at the pointy ends of the sticks.

He threw one at the floor and kept the other in his hand.

»Make it fast,« he rasped and his thugs let go of the two men.

»There will be no need for that,« an ever so calm voice boomed and nostalgia hit me like a train.

I immediately looked at the corner of the room, behind where Joker was before and saw him come through the back door, his shoulders almost too wide for the door.

My mouth parted in surprise when I saw his body, that tall built machine of a man, muscle in quantities that should be illegal.

His mask was just like I remembered, making his voice stronger, louder and unhuman, but so... familiar.

He looked straight at me, taking me in whole and I saw how he frowned at my ears and provocative clothing. Then his gaze landed on my eyes and suddenly his went black again. Those strange, once blue, once grey and now pitch black eyes that revealed the rage that was hidden inside. Rage I knew too well. And for some reason, that I can't even explain or rationally analyze, I was glad to see him. I was actually happy and so glad to see him, I could cry.

Oh god, what is wrong with me. I had missed him. Stockholm syndrome had me good...

And then Joker's voice tore Bane's gaze away from me and I looked at him as well.

»I was wondering when you'd show up,« Joker said, playing like he was in charge.

But I knew him too well not to miss it. He was nervous. Well, upon seeing the fucking bear that was Bane who wouldn't piss their pants. And his stare that could part the red sea for Moses.

»And you didn't disappoint,« he licked his lips and grabbed the stick tighter.

I saw his thugs cock their guns and I moved deeper in the corner.

And then chaos erupted. Bane launched himself at Joker, who did the same. The thugs wanted to shoot, but the men, previously held captive, now retaliated and fought them, trying to pry their guns away from them. They must have realized this was their last chance for survival.

Gunshots were heard nevertheless, and one of the thugs, that checked my ass out before, now fell to the floor, dead.

I looked over at Joker and Bane, who was all pure rage, like the world had never seen. They fought like gods, each punch lethal to a mere mortal and I flinched at the sounds their fists made. Joker tried to stab him, but Bane snapped the stick like a twig and threw it away.

»You dared touch her,« he roared silently, in that dangerous tone of his, eyes wide beneath the mask, viscous.

»Oh, I didn't just touch her,« Joker provoked and they circled one another and I gulped.

Please, don't, I thought, but it was too late.

»I made her cum and scream my name and then I came all over her, mmmm,« Joker grunted, licking his lips and humping thin air.

Bane lost it and grabbed Joker's neck, lifting him in the air, squeezing.

The men beside them fought to death and then there was only one left, bloody, barely able to stand.

I had never seen Bane this furious. Not even when I touched his mask in order to hurt him. No, this was unlike anything I'd ever seen.

Joker laughed out loud, his signature twisted laugh, not even caring that he was being choked to death. Because in their eyes, he had the upper hand. He claimed me in a way that Bane never did.

And then Bane looked straight at me, still choking Joker slowly, obviously wanting him to suffer.

»Did he do it? Are you impure?« He asked and I stared in disbelief.

His stare was so intense, so searing hot, I felt like he was giving me third degree burns.

»I... I'm still a virgin,« I confessed and my voice was barely audible.

I didn't want to talk about this. Not to them out of all people.

Then Bane nodded, and I could have sworn he looked... relieved. That observation left me even more confused than before.

He suddenly threw Joker at the wall and grabbed the remaining man beside him and turned his head in the wrong direction. Now they were all dead, except for us three.

Joker still laughed in the corner, tears falling from his eyes, from the fun he was having.

»There is nothing, nothing you can do now. She's already mine. I came aaaaall over her,« he chuckled and laughed again, leaning on the wall.

Bane paced the room and found a rope somewhere, approaching the Joker again and tying him up like it was just sport to him. like it was the easiest thing on the planet. Sure, Joker struggled but one strong punch and he almost lost consciousness.

»You're wrong,« Bane said calmly, tying the rope from Joker's body to the wall post behind him.

He straightened his back and looked down at him, all vulnerable.

»She can still be taken,« he whispered in that dangerously venoumous tone and immediately, Joker stopped laughing.

»Oh, you wouldn't,« he began but Bane didn't even flinch.

Meanwhile I stood there, dumbstruck. What the hell where they even talking about?

»She belongs to me. I'll make sure you understand that. For now and forever,« he boomed in that calm, yet rage hidden voice and from then on completely ignored all Joker's angry snarls and threads.

And then that massive body turned in my direction and I gulped. This felt far too familiar. This dominating feeling.

He stared at me in that intense way, slowly approaching, never breaking eye contact. I felt something cold run down my spine and I shivered. This didn't look good. This didn't look good at all.

»Bane,« I said, backing up as he was approaching me, lifting my hands in the air as to surrender.

»What are you doing?« I asked, barely concealing panic.

»I will make you mine,« he growled and then I realized.

Oh no...

Panic was all I felt for a while and it only amplified when my back hit the wall and I realized I had nowhere to go.

»Please, don't...,« I mumbled but he kept coming, torturously slowly and I couldn't take the tension anymore.

Nothing was going to stop him. He was going to do it. He was going to take my virginity.

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