We Can Start On The Bed
end up on the floor fuck in every room, girl, I'll give you a tour – Blackbear
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*EXPLICIT* LANGUAGE
*EXPLICIT* SEXUAL SITUATIONS
V•I•T•A•N•I
I wake up in a hospital bed, the sound of a heart monitor beeping in my ear.
I glance around, confusion fogging my memory for a moment...but then I remember what happened and I feel tears swell in my eyes.
"Hady?" Angela steps to me quickly and grabs my hand gently. "How're you feeling?"
"Where's Johnny?" I ask her worriedly.
"He's on his way to Arkham." She licks her lips. "He went crazy, Hadlynn." She shakes her head. "After he shot you, and he realized what he did . . . he was talking all kinds of nonsense." Her voice drops to a whisper. "He was about to kill himself. I managed to get Roscoe on the phone and he talked him down. I didn't know what else to do and when I told him I was calling an ambulance for you, he refused to leave. The EMT got there along with the Commissioner and he was arrested."
2 MONTHS LATER
Commissioner Gordon stares at me, taking a breath before he steps to me from the door.
My file is held tightly in his grip and he looks at me with almost pity, but he knows I'm too damn mean to deserve it.
"Mrs. Quinzel," he nods. "Frost," he corrects himself. "Sorry." He clears his throat. "Look, Hadlynn, you know why we have you in here. You know I hate that you're in here mainly because I've watched you grow up. You and Barbara were always so close and I hate that you're in this situation. But there's a way to get out of it." He nods. "I'm sorry for your loss. Criminal or not, it's never a good day for me when I have to find out a mother has lost her children."
"I don't know where he is. And I don't know where my sister is." I tell him before he can ask me and he shakes his head.
"Yeah, I'm noticing everyone he comes into contact with either personally or through business, gets a sudden case of lockjaw when they're asked where he is."
"I bullshit people all the time. It's my fucking job, Jim. So I understand why you're so hesitant to believe me. But I don't know where he's at. And I don't know where Harleen's at."
"We already have Johnny in custody. So if you're in fear of your life if you tell us where he's at, Hadlynn, there's nothing to be afraid of." He assures me gently.
"I'm not scared of him." I shake my head slowly.
"Journal entry we found in your house from 5 years ago says otherwise," he raises his brows and pulls it from my file and I close my eyes and sigh. "You say right here:I was always raised to believe that the people I now call family, were complete barbarians with no regard for human life and emotion. I stand corrected with everyone I've worked with except The Joker. He is entirely insane and despite how many times he's been 'killed' he doesn't die. The man is a god and I'm terrified of him and what he may do." He finishes and looks at me. "It's okay to be scared of him, Hadlynn. The whole damn city is."
"Gods don't rely on other people to do their dirty work. Nor do they care what anyone will think if they kill someone. If he were a god, he'd kill me himself instead of sending other people to do it. And he wouldn't give two fucks about what my sister thought about killing me." I hiss. "I've seen that bastard at his lowest and I know he's not immortal, now. And if I knew where he was I'd throw him under the bus just like he'd do to me. But I have no idea where he's at. I haven't seen him in 2 months."
"Hadlynn," he leans forward. "Johnny told us that the only reason Joker's kept you alive this long, is because your two unborn children. And now that you're no longer pregnant, there's no reason for him to keep from killing you. So for your own safety, I do hope you're being truthful with me."
"I don't know where he is, I promise." I tell him truthfully and he takes a deep breath and stands.
"We're done here, then." He pushes the chair back under the table and ushers me to stand. "Back to Arkham you go."
Later that night, I'm laying in bed, staring up at the cracked ceiling of my cell. My eyes open and close slowly as sleep over takes me and I yawn before closing my eyes.
As I drift off, I feel a tapping at the top of my foot from above the covers and I furrow my brows and try to ignore it.
Suddenly, I feel as if a hand reaches under the covers and slides up my leg.
I snap up, my eyes opening, and I'm face to face with a Cheshire Cat grin reflecting the moonlight streaming through my window. His blue eyes gleam with something completely wild and I'm so in shock I can't speak.
"Awe, how sweet. You've missed me so much you're at a loss of words." He beams and I feel my heart stop a split second.
"You're not here," I whisper in fear, recoiling from his grip on my knee.
"Oh, contraire." He moves closer to me since I snatched away from him.
"This is some weird figment of my imagination. You're not here. There's no way you can be." I shake my head and he chuckles darkly.
"You always have been so in denial of the truth." His fingers brush against my cheek and I feel tears of pure terror line my lashes. "Shh, shh." He coos. "There, there." He wipes my falling tears. "I'm not here to hurt you," he assures me. "I'm here to warn you." He suddenly grips my throat gently, yanking me to him.
I whimper, shaking as his breath fans against my ear and a low growl slips from his throat.
"I will be coming for you very, very soon when you least expect it. And when I do, I'm gonna strap you to a table, let all my guys do whatever they want to you, and pick you apart. Nerve from nerve, tissue from tissue, limb from limb and you will be begging for mercy but I won't give it to you. So rest easy in your feeling of security with your guards and gates and cameras and sensors, but know that I'm always watching and listening. I know exactly what you do, every move you make, because I am your god. Despite how many times you deny it, I know how much you'd sacrifice for me. Even though I just promised you a long, painful, suffering, death you'll most likely run to me with open arms when I decide to show up for my visit. Which is exactly why it's so fun to fuck around with you. You're always so hopeful, aren't you? Because deep down I know how you really feel about me. And I know you hope I'll leave your sister and come crawling to you. And you desperately try to cover it up by telling yourself everything I've ever done to you so you'll hate me but you and I both know that's impossible."
"You're more insane than I thought if you think for a second that I actually have feelings for you. After all the bullshit you've put me through?"
"Playing the victim is something you've always been so damn good at." He snarls at me. "I know the truth. I know your soul. I know how dark and twisted you are. Probably why we worked so well together before you started trying to pry me and Harley apart. Oh, no, no, no, couldn't have any of that." He points a finger in my face. "But just wait for it. I'll make sure you get what you deserve." He brushes the hair from my face and I move farther away from him, only to have him grab my chin harshly and hold me still as the top of his nose gently brushes against my temple.
Tears slowly fall onto my cheek and roll down my neck. I go to wipe them away, hoping he won't notice I'm crying but he beats me to it.
His hand tangles in my hair and he forces my head back painfully, his tongue licking from the base of my neck to my cheek in one long stroke, wiping my tears from my skin and sending a god-awful, unsettling feeling through me.
He laughs manically and I cry out when a sharp pain shoots up my leg.
I jolt awake, a cold sweat soaking me and I look around to see my empty cell.
I wipe at my neck, feeling that it's kind of sticky from where I thought I'd dreamed he licked my tears up. My hands pull the covers away from my legs and I see a long, thick sewing needle sticking through my skin with a Joker card impaled on it.
My heart drops to my stomach and I feel paralyzed.
J•O•K•E•R
"Thanks, Leon." I pat his back, putting my cigarette out and he nods, blowing his candle out. "I gotta get home," I walk to the front door. "Harley's gonna skin me alive if she wakes up and I'm not—" I open the door and see Harley standing with her arms crossed, Lucy and Vinny on either side of her. "—there." I finish with a heavy sigh. "Hey, baby." I smile widely.
"It's one in the morning, J." She states sternly.
"I had to do something real quick." I put my hands up in surrender.
She narrows her eyes and breaths in through her nose, her eyes cut at me and she rolls her eyes.
"Have you been smoking?" She asks and I rub my face.
"I had one drink and a cigarette. Kill me for it."
"We'll talk about this when we get back home." She raises a brow.
"Fine." I felt my teeth and she grinds her teeth.
{Flashback – 2 Months Ago}
"What the hell is this?" Harley asks from behind me and I glance at Jeanie before looking at Harley.
"Don't worry about it." I snap to her and Jeanie grins slyly.
"Jeanie Napier," she holds her hand out to Harley.
"Who are ya to him?" Harley shoves by me and gets in between us.
"His wife." She replies bluntly.
"His wife?" Harley scoffs and looks back at me, realization hitting her quickly.
I nod slowly and she licks her lips.
"I thought you were dead!" She pipes, confused, and I laugh loudly.
"I did, too!" I muse cheerfully, sarcasm oozing from me. "But I think we've both learned that manipulative, twisted, harlot, women don't die when we think, Harls." I push her back behind me.
"That ain't no way to talk to your wife, J." She tells me quietly.
"You know how he is with inconveniences." Jeanie crosses her arms.
"I apologize for the hostile 'welcome back', sweetie. Maybe if you'd actually died instead of turning your back on me, I'd be more open to having a conversation with you." I hiss to her and she hums.
"You've gone this long without killing me. That's further than I expected to get with you." She confesses and Harley tugs at my sleeve.
"What's she talkin' about?" She whispers and I squeeze my eyes closed and grit my teeth, aiming my gun at Jeanie's head again.
"I'm done with women from hell trying to screw my relationship." I growl.
"I'm not trying to get between you and Harleen." She shakes her head. "Your relationship is sickening enough of as it is."
"Hey!" Harley barks.
"We both used to change your diapers." Jeanie spits back.
"That doesn't mean shit." She seethes.
"Down, girl." I put my arm in front of her, blocking her from being able to hurt Jeanie. She grabs my arm tightly, trying to calm down.
"Kill 'er, Daddy." Harley tells me angrily.
"He wouldn't dare."
"And why's that?" I cock my head.
"Your daughter."
My heart stops for a moment and I feel my composure slip away.
I grab her throat as hard as I can.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!"
"You're not the only one with a witch doctor on your side, Jack. And everything you're doing to me, your daughter's feeling it. You kill me, she goes with me." She chokes out.
{Present}
" . . . Ohh, fuck, Daddy!" Harley throws her head back, bracing her hands on my chest for leverage as she continues to grind against me.
I can't help but groan in approval when she takes my hands and places them on her thighs, encouraging me to tighten my grip on them.
The "talk" we were going to have about me sneaking away to Leon's turned into a bicker match and when we fight over stupid things, we tend to get distracted by how attractive the other is and end up screwing around . . . Exhibit A is currently undergoing experimentation.
I chuckle darkly and move my hands roughly move from her thighs to her breasts, which I know are sensitive again due her to pregnancy.
She gasps, her eyes locking with mine.
A thin layer of sweat is covering her and the natural waves of her long, blonde, hair are starting to show.
"Mistah J, I–I'm gonna cum." Her words are barely audible because she's gasping for breath so hard.
I promised her I was gonna wear her out, and I'll be damned if I don't.
"Cum for Daddy, Baby." I breathe out and she cries out, her back arching. My eyes roll to the back of my head at the feeling of her tightening around me and practically drowning me.
She collapses beside me and takes tiny, fast breaths.
"Hey, Harley?" I raise a brow and she looks up at me. "I'm hungry."
"Gimme a second and I'll go start on dinner." She nods.
"Oh, no." I shake my head. "What I want isn't cooked."
She catches on to what I'm saying and shakes her head.
"Oh, no, Pud'." She says almost pleading. "I think that did it in for me."
"Oh, c'mon you spent 6 minutes riding me and you only came three times. You can't be tired."
"I'm pregnant. I know you've never been pregnant so you wouldn't understand, but pregnant women get tired easily!" She argues and I grin slyly.
"Well, just sit back and relax because Daddy's gonna make sure you don't lift a finger." I assure her and she tries to get off the bed but I pull her back.
"I'm too sensitive down there, you're gonna give me a heart attack." She tries to stop me but I don't listen.
I force her legs open and grab her wrists in a tight grip.
"J, I'm serious, it's too much for me." She begs but I don't listen.
My lips press teasing kisses to her inner thighs and she tries to squirm away, only to have me bite her thigh.
She whimpers in pain and I look up at her.
"No moving. You need your rest." I tease her and she looks like she's about to cry.
"J, I can't—ohh, shit." she moans when my tongue licks at her clit.
I chuckle and she yanks her hands from my grip and threads her fingers through my hair.
Another single lick and she thrusts her hips up to me, severing her lip between her teeth.
I smile to myself and finally say "fuck it" to the tiny, teasing, licks and start eating at her like a starving man.
"Ah!" She pulls at my hair when my teeth bite into her clit and I run my tongue back over it soothingly before I bite her again.
Soon enough, she's cumming again, and I lap at her until she's clean.
"A–Are we done now?" She cries and I wipe my mouth and sit up. She does the same, taking it as me telling her we're done. But we're not.
I push her back to the foot of the bed and she actually sobs.
"Mistah J, please!" She looks up at me with teary eyes and I raise a brow. "I know I said tire me out, but I'm physically exhausted."
"Mmm," I roll my eyes and she takes a deep breath. "You—"
"—Hey, Mommy, Daddy?" A tiny knock in the door makes me and Harley both turn our attention to it. We here the door knob try to twist and we shout up and almost knock each other down trying to throw some cloths on.
"Uhh, give us just a second, Lucy!" Harley calls, putting her sweat pants on backwards.
I put a button up on and keep it open, pulling my slacks back on. We hop in the bed and Harley digs around in her nightstand, pulling a book out and opening it to a random page.
I glance at it and see the cover reads "The Holy Bible" and I choke, making her look at me.
"What?" She whispers.
"You're deceiving our child." I shake my head.
"Bite me, Mr. Do Good." She hisses playfully and I narrow my eyes at her.
"Come in, sweetie." I say and Lucy slowly opens the door and steps in slowly.
"I can't sleep." She crawls up onto the bed and wedges between me and Harley.
"Why not?" Harley closes her bible and brushes Lucy's curls from her face.
"She's talking to me." She rubs her eyes.
"Who is?" Harley asks with furrowed eyes, looking at me.
"The woman." She says quietly.
"W–What?" Harley looks at me.
I get up from the bed and grab my gun off the nightstand.
"You two stay in here." I tell them lowly and head to her room.
After looking in all basic hiding places, I check under the bed and see a cell phone that's calling a number.
I pick it up cautiously, and when the person answers, anger boils through me.
"I told you once I wasn't gonna leave," Jeanie's voice says through the other end.
"You're harassing my child now?" I sneer and she laughs.
"You harass Esther's," she retorts. "I just miss you, baby. I'm tired of this little game we're playing."
"We're not playing a game," I growl.
"Oh, but we are." She whispers. "Remember how good our sex was?"
"Stop." I bark. "Stop it. Stop this bullshit you're playing."
"Or what? You're gonna kill me? You already tried that once and you couldn't do it."
"Jeanie." I say in a warning tone.
"I gotta go, but I promise I'll be seeing you again. After all, I married you for better or for worse. Think of this as me sticking to my vows."
Before I can say anything else she hangs up and I throw the phone at the wall, watching it shatter as a yell of frustration leaves me.
"I told you to kill her," Harley says sternly from behind me. "I told you to and you refused."
"I thought she would get lost like I told her to."
"And now she's broken into our home and tormented our child, J." She hisses. "God, you're so patient. You never killed Hady or the bat and now you won't kill the bitch that has blatantly told you she won't rest until this family is torn apart and you leave us for her. The Joker I know wouldn't be so patient or caring or considerate. He'd see the both of them as an inconvenience and get rid of them. But my sister is now sufferin' more than ever because you never killed her and little Jeanie the gold-diggin' home wrecker is back at it."
"You don't want me to be patient anymore, that what you're telling me?" He rolls his jaw. "Because you're the one always breathing down my neck telling me to be more patient and considerate!"
"With me and your workers and your daughter! Be patient with us, be more considerate of us! Not for people in general!"
I take a deep breath and close my eyes tightly.
"J!" She snaps and I turn to face her.
"Yes?"
"I want her dead." Her voice shakes.
"I'll handle it."
"You said that last time."
"Well guess what? I'm fucking done with being patient. Exactly why I'm killing your sister first chance I get."
"Wait, what?" She asks and I shove by her to leave the room.
"I'm killing Jeanie and your sister." I repeat and she grabs my wrist.
"You're not touchin' my baby sister!"
"Who's gonna stop me, you?!" I turn to face her with raises brows and she cowards back a little. "Exactly what I thought. You wanted her dead not too long ago, anyway."
"And then she laid off tryin' to break us up."
"Oh, bullshit. She's faking it because we caught onto her. She's not done, yet. But we won't have to worry about anything after I send her back to hell."
"You can't do that. That's—she's my sister, Mistah J. All we've had our lives were each other. She's the only one in my family who didn't disown me after finding out about us." She pleads with me. "Y–You—we are gettin' married in a week. You can't do this. Not now." She breathes out.
I face her completely, running my hand down her face and smoothing her hair.
"I'm going tomorrow night, and I'm killing her. Leave me for it, if you wish. It'll just prove that you can't handle being with me, after all." I raise my brows and pat her cheek gently before heading into my office.
So sorry I haven't updated in so long. Sudden family emergency kinda stunned me for days and I couldn't really write but I'm back and lemme tell y'all . . .
. . . IT'S BEEN DAYS SINCE I FOUND OUT MARGOT ROBBIE GOT MARRIED AND IM STILL STUCK AS HELL ON IT. I AINT EVEN KNOW SHE WAS ENGAGED BUT APPARENTLY THAT HAPPENED EARLIER THIS YEAR? I ASPIRE TO HAVE THE SAME HIGH-ASS LEVEL OF LOWKEY IN MY LIFE. IM HAPPY AS HELL FOR HER AND I HOPE SHES HAPPY BUT MY JARGOT HEART BROKE. THAT SHIT HIT ME HARD. WOKE UP AND SAW SHE WAS MARRIED AND I DID MY RESEARCH AND FELL OUT THE DAMN BED I WAS SO SHOOK. SHIT FELT LIKE A DAMN EARTHQUAKE I WAS SO SHOOK BY IT. I KNOW JARED PROBABLY DONT CARE ALL THAT MUCH BUT A VERY TWISTED AND DEMENTED PART OF ME WANT HIM TO BE JUST AS HEARTBROKEN AND MISERABLE ABOUT THIS, AS WE ARE. IM JUST A MESS ABOUT IT. IM HAPPY FOR HER, BUT IM A MESS.
I KNOW I USUALLY DONT DO THIS BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT SOME OTHER TEA THAT SPILLED ALL OVER THE LAST WEEK? BLACC CHYNA LEFT ROB KARDASHIAN AND TOOK THEIR BABY, ALL THE BABIES STUFF, AND ALL OF HER OTHER SON'S STUFF WITH HER. AND AS IF THAT WASNT ENOUGH, THIS PETTY WOMAN GONE TAKE ALL HIS EGGO WAFFLES AND HIS SWEET BABY RAY BARBECUE SAUCE WITH HER. YALL. I WAS LAUGHIN SO HARD. WHAT KINDA PETTY ASS BITCH WOULD TAKE SOME EGGOS AND BARBECUE SAUCE LIKE SHE CANT GO BUY HER OWN. GIRL YOU ALREADY LEAVIN WHY CANT YOU JUST LEAVE HIM HIS FOOD? I AINT LIKE THE KARDASHIANS BUT I FELT BAD FOR HIM BUT AT THE SAME TIME ... IT REALLY AINT SURPRISE ME THAT SHE LEFT LIKE THAT.
AND SPEAKING OF PEOPLE LEAVIN WITHOUT WARNING . . . CAMILLA CABELLO (SHE SING "BAD THINGS" FT. MACHINE GUN KELLY) LEFT FIFTH HARMONY TO BE A SOLO ARTIST. SHE SAY SHE WARNED THEM, THEY SAY SHE AINT GIVE THEM NO WARNING. I LOVE HER BUT DAMN. THATS ALL IMA SAY. JUST DAMN. BITCHES LEAVIN EVERYBODY THIS WEEK. CHYNA LEFT ROB, CAMILA LEFT 5H, AND MARGOT LEFT JARED. GOD DAMN. ITS OFFICIAL, 2016 TAKIN EVERYTHING GOOD FROM US. SHIT.
PS- Surprise Party by Hoodie Allen ft. Blackbear is a JxH song. Just listen to it and you'll get what I mean.