Warning:
+ *EXPLICIT* LANGUAGE
+ STRONG SEXUAL SITUATIONS
+ STRONG VIOLENCE
If You're Trying To Scare Me
it won't work. – Harley Quinn
H•A•R•L•E•Y
{Flashback – 2 years ago}
"Hey, Mistah J?" I ask quietly, breaking the silence as we ride from Midway City back to Gotham. I glance at his watch in the light of the car and see it's nearly midnight.
"Hmm?" He doesn't take his eyes off the road and I nervously bite my lip. His stern gaze is still focused completely on the road ahead of us.
"When did you realize you loved me?" It's a random, bold question, completely a wild card all on its own.
This could result in so much. Either a snark remark about how he doesn't remember and I shouldn't be worried about it, or even a simple hit on the back of the head…a lecture of how he doesn't love anything but himself, probably.
But he stays silent as if he didn't hear me. But I know he did.
His face his slightly hardened in thought – his brows furrowed and blue eyes narrowed a little.
He's thinking of a lie, or thinking of a way to put the truth without sounding like a soppy romantic.
But I wait patiently for his response, not wanting him to completely disregard it as a whole if I keep pressing for an answer.
It seems that hours pass, when really it hasn't been five minutes and he finally clears his throat.
"You remember that night we went out for a job and Hadlynn and Johnny stayed home with Lucy?"
I remembered it like yesterday, Hady was a few weeks pregnant with Vinny and J didn't want her working when she was pregnant. Johnny has stayed with her – that was back when he was still a good guy for the most part.
"…yeah." I look at my lap, playing with my fingers.
"And we ended up making a complete mess and got our cloths soaked in blood and guts and I made you wash off in the river before you got in my car."
"And I wouldn't get in the river unless you did first." I smile to myself.
"And we ended up going to stay at a hotel for the night because we couldn't get home."
"Only 'cause we couldn't keep our hands off each other!" I laugh at the memory.
"…I've been with a lot of women. I've even dated a little bit. Very, VERY, little – but I still dated. No woman ever really put me before herself. They usually see me kill someone or do a job and they run screaming and cursing at me for 'taking advantage of them'."
His words send a small wave of havoc through me. The thought of so many women having the opportunity to be in my place. What would've happened if he would've found a girl like me before he met me?
I certainly wouldn't be Harley Quinn. I'd still be working at Arkham. I wouldn't have my daughter. Or my Joker – and my mind, body and soul don't like the way that makes me feel.
"Can I be honest with you and you not get offended for once?" He glances at me and I nod slowly.
"Yes, sir." I say quietly, my eyes trained on the city's very faint light ahead of us.
"When I first found out that you had feelings for me, I thought you were completely trying to bullshit a bullshitter."
"Why would you think that?" I furrow my brows in confusion.
"You were my Doctor, Harleen." He replies in defense. "I didn't know what the hell to think about it. I thought it was a joke – it wasn't to you and that's what kinda freaked me out a little bit." He admits to me. "Despite all the killing and other 'barbaric' things I've done, you still loved me. You're the first person who's ever done that in a long time. And that night we stayed at that hotel and you helped me cut up and ditch the dead body, I realized that if you were gone, I'd miss you."
That was a good enough "I love you" as anything.
"So that was the night you realized you loved me?" I look at him, grinning a little.
"That was the night I realized it was a good idea to keep you around." He scoffs.
I know he's just protecting his own pride by toning it down to seem like he doesn't love me like I love him.
"In that case, the night you saved me and Hady from Alejandro was the night I realized it was a good idea to keep you around." I smirk, seeing him look at me from the corner of my eye.
"Glad we plan on keeping each other around." He tries to fight a smile and I nod.
"Ditto."
{Present}
"Mistah J?" I come to, feeling my hip ache.
"Shh, be still." He walks to me. I'm on the bed, gauze wrapped around my hip.
"What happened?" I ask him and he sighs.
"The son of a bitch shot you, shot Hadlynn and knocked me out then tried to burn me and you alive but thankfully the smoke woke me up but you'd already passed out from blood loss and now we're here." He sits on the bed.
"And Hady?" I ask him cautiously.
"He took her with him." He says as if he's disappointed.
"What?!"
"But he won't hurt her." He tells me.
I know he wouldn't kill her or anything but he did already shoot her so clearly he's not completely against hurting her.
That's when I notice he's shirtless, wearing sweatpants that hang off his hips, revealing that glorious V-line.
How bad would it hurt if I were to ride his Dick right now?
I think to myself, cocking my head a little, watching as he explains something about the wound to me but I don't listen.
I sit up, wincing in pain as it shoots up my hip to my ribs even.
"What're you doing? You need to rest." He orders me.
"I've been restin'." I complain.
"No. Lay back down." He raises his brows when I don't listen. "Don't make me punish you, little girl. We both know I will." He growls, getting frustrated.
I just bite my lip, getting on my knees even though my whole body is screaming in pain, and lean forward to rub him through his sweats.
"Seriously?!" He barks, getting up. "You're hurt, Harley! You've been fucking shot!"
"I've been shot plenty of times and we've fucked a lot right after you got done cleaning the wounds!" I argue.
"Well not tonight. Just lay down and sleep and try to get some rest. The last thing I need is my sleep deprived Harley Quinn running around Arkham City." He says sternly and I poke my lip out. "Don't do that." He raises his brows. I give him puppy dog eyes and he rolls his jaw. "Harley, stop it."
He can never turn down my puppy dog face so I use it only for emergencies.
"Pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeee?" I beg him.
"Harley." He shoots daggers at me.
"Joker." I say back in the same tone, crossing my arms.
"Little girl." He growls out as he towers over me, fear shoots through me but I stand my ground.
"Daddy." I hold his angry gaze, standing on my knees at the edge of the bed. "Please?" I run my hand up his chest, my nails lightly scratching his skin.
"Harley." He spits a warning but I run my other hand up his bicep.
He grabs my hair and pulls my lips to his, his tongue colliding with mine dominantly. I moan, pulling him closer.
When he pulls away and takes a deep breath, he reaches in his pocket for something.
I feel a pinch and hiss, looking to see he's injecting me with something in my arm.
I suddenly feel woozy and almost fall off the bed, but he catches me before I black out.
When I come to, he's standing at the foot of the bed, staring at me.
"W-What's wrong?" I ask, afraid I did something wrong that made him mad.
"Nothing." He replies harshly.
That's when I remember be knocked me out with something and for some reason, I'm mad about it.
"Why'd you knock me out?" I raise a brow as he makes his way to the bathroom.
"Because you were trying to get me to sleep with you. Which any M.D. Would know is a horrible idea for anyone who just got shot in a place that is constantly moving during sex. No matter the position." He walks back out, stepping to me.
"So no sex until this is healed?" I groan as I sit up.
"Nope." He carefully picks me up and carries me to the bathroom, sitting me on the sink.
It's only then I notice I'm in one of his nice dress shirts.
I smile at the gesture – he usually doesn't allow me to even wash his dress shirts in fear that I'll screw something up and ruin them, let alone let me wear one to bed like it ain't nothing. I guess he felt bad that I got shot.
It was his fault after all. If he would've just left Jason alone to begin with, he wouldn't have had a reason to come back for revenge and make the playing field even.
"Keep it out of the water." He snaps me back to reality and I look down at my wrapped up hip.
He gently pulls my panties and cotton shorts off, starting to unbutton the shirt.
I look at him, studying everything. His brow is furrowed as if he's thinking very hard about something, his teeth are grinding a little – something he does when he thinks about revenge – his fingers, which are usually so quick to inflict pain, move slowly and gently from each button as if he's scared he might break me.
"Really not polite to stare, Harls." He tells me without looking up.
"Sorry," I feel my face heat up a little bit.
I take my gaze from his face to his chest.
There's a huge slash going through his right pectoral, dried blood scabs over it and even down his torso to the hem of his pants where he didn't even clean it off.
Or maybe he didn't even know he was hurt in the midst of trying to get me healed.
"You're hurt." I tell him quietly, nodding to the gash that looks deep enough for stitches.
"I'm only trying to worry about one clown right now." He finishes unbuttoning the shirt and I absentmindedly run my fingers very gently over his wound.
He tenses up, snapping me a look and I frown, biting the inside of my cheek.
"You need to let me stitch that up." I pull my hand away.
"No, I'm fine." He argues.
"Baby, you aren't fine. That could get infected so easily if it's not cleaned out and stitched up. I would know, I'm the one with their Medical degree, remember?" I shake my head, chuckling a little. "Please? Even if you are fine, it'd make me feel a lot better to Doctor you up the way you're doin' to me." I shrug.
He lets out a heavy sigh, pulling the shirt off my shoulders.
I think he ignored me until he walks to the bedroom and grabs a first aid kit out of one of his bags, and walks back into the bathroom.
I grab an alcohol pad and wipe the blood from his chest and torso before actually cleaning the wound itself.
When I do, he hisses a little. When the blood is all gone except what's in the cut itself, grab a needle and some thread and place my hand on his shoulder, leaning forward to get a better look at it.
I take my time stitching It up, making sure to do it right. When it's completely closed, I cut the string and place the contents back in the kit, closing it.
"Try not to pick anything too heavy up until it heal—"
He picks me up and I look at him.
"You're not heavy."
"I'm like 130!" I furrow my brows.
"That's not heavy." He places me into the tub that was filled with warm water, keeping my left leg over the side of the tub so my hip is barely out of the water, but the wound isn't touched.
"You don't have to bathe me. I'm perfectly capable of bathing myself." I look up at him as he grabs a rag from the towel cabinet.
He takes his pants off, and gets in, sitting in front of me.
He gently grabs my ankle and raises my leg, taking the rag and gently scrubbing my skin.
I sigh, tiredly, leaning back.
He takes my other leg and I tilt a little so my hip doesn't get wet as he does the same to my left leg.
He presses a kiss to my ankle before setting it on the side of the tub again.
He moves closer to me, running the rag up my arm, washing away a few dots of dried blood, moving to the other arm and doing the same thing.
I bite my lip as he washes my chest, his hand hesitates before going to my breasts, his brow raising.
"No funny business." He orders. "Don't get any ideas."
"Yes, sir." I nod slowly.
I have to hold back a moan as he washes me a little more roughly than he did on my legs and arms.
He's testing you, I think to myself.
Even his fingers "accidentally" pinch my nipple and I narrow my eyes at him.
"I will punch you in the dick." I say with raised brows, seeing he's in a vulnerable position.
"You wouldn't dare." He trails the cloth down my stomach, to my aching core. "No funny business." He reminds me. But his hand abandons the wash cloth and his fingers brush against my clit.
I arch my back when his fingers plunge into me, my legs fall on either side of the tub, spreading wider for him.
My hip is completely forgotten about as I sit up and practically pounce on him, my lips crashing to his, my legs one either side of him, my hand grabbing him and stroking him.
He moans lightly, shoving me back.
I hit the back of the tub harshly, but before I can react, he's on top of me, throwing my legs on either side of the tub again.
My hands clutch to his back, pulling him closer to me.
He pushes himself inside of me and I arch into him, biting his lip between my teeth.
His hands go between us, roughly groping my chest.
"Ah," I whimper as his nails claw Down my ribs. "I thought you said no funny business?" I laugh gently as he rests forehead in the crook of my neck, one of his hands braced on the edge of the tub.
"Guess we both fall short of control every now and then." He chuckles, sinking farther into me as he bites and sucks at my neck.
{Flashback – 3 Years Ago}
"So where we headed?" I ask J as we're riding down the road. It's 8:00, which is usually the time all the demons of the city start to come out to dance with the devil at the regular dive.
Despite The owner of 'Halfwit' being a prick…and a pimp…he did provide a pretty nice place for all the meanest and most wanted movers and shakers to do business.
Which is exactly why it was an ignorant question for me to ask. Because I knew where we were going. And I'm glad Hady wasn't with us because the owner has the creepiest hots for her.
We park behind the building, taking the side entrance in.
I look around, my hand never leaving J's.
The dim lights and strippers walking around barely clothed don't bother me as much as they did when I first came here.
I scan the room, seeing a table of men in the very back corner, all drinking Brandy and talking about their wives and bragging about their side hoes. Well, talking shit about their wives and bragging about how pretty and young their side hoes are.
Me and Hadlynn were two of the youngest wives of any criminals in the city. Besides Dawn Terello.
All the men J and Johnny's age have wives around their age. Their mistresses are around 15-20 years younger, yes. But their actual wives were only a few years younger if not the same age.
After a couple minutes of looking as in being pulled through the hotmess that is the Haflwit Strip Joint, My eyes fall on our culprit, Louis Lafayette. A.K.A – Gotham's Hugh Hefner.
He came from France several years back, before J even became Joker. And when he came back from France, he brought his whole slew of women, along with some he picked up along the way home, and ended up building an empire.
If you wanted to buy a woman, he was the one to go to. He had the prettiest of all of Gotham, all different ethnicity's, all speaking different languages, all indulge in different sexual fantasies of your choosing…and all completely doped up on so much shit, they can't help but to do whatever you say.
Louis had shared with J exactly how he kept so many women in line.
"The Devil's Drug" is what he had called it. Some jacked up form of cocaine and Meth and heroine all in one syringe. And he made sure all his girls took it like candy. It was sick.
We make our way to the table, a chair was left open for J, which meant I would have to stand like the other men's girls and pretend that the guys weren't undressing me with their eyes.
J doesn't speak, he just sits down and surprises me by pulling me into his lap. Probably because he already saw one of the men's hungry gaze shoot my direction. His hand rests on my thigh and I grip onto on of his fingers for dear life, my nerves getting the best of me as everyone looks at me like I'm their next meal.
"Joker!" Louis leans back, smiling. "So happy to see you!"
"Louis." He says flatly.
"What have you been up to?"
"Cut the shitty small talk and give me my money." He narrows his eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"Give me my money."
"I don't—"
"We made a bet. I crippled the red headed rich, Gordon, brat when you said I couldn't. I did. I want my money for it."
"I was just joking with you." Louis looks to the rest of the men and laugh. "You of all people should understand a joke."
That did it.
I was on the floor in seconds, J had Louis by the collar and one of Louis's guys had a gun at J's head.
"Hey!" I bark, my gun pressing into the guys temple. "Hands off him, Baldy." I sneer.
The man slowly drops his gun.
"I know funny." Joker spits to Louis. "And I don't quite get the joke."
"How much money did I say?" Louis chokes out, his eyes wide.
"$500,000." J grits out.
"I-I did say $500,000. But, J, I have had complications in finances the last month and I don't have the money to—"
He's cut off when Joker bangs his head down on the table.
"You have five days to get me my money, or you will be sorry Louis Lafayette." He shoves him off the table and fixes his suit and hair.
We're about to walk out when Louis mumbles something.
"What was that?" Joker snaps his head back to him.
"I can give you your money now, under one condition." He wipes the blood from his mouth.
It didn't matter the condition. He knew J loved his money. I always assumed he loved it now because he never had any when he was growing up, or when he was an adult – Not until his accident when he started becoming successful and eventually almost richer than Bruce Wayne.
So the words coming from Louis's mouth was music to my mans ears.
"What's your condition?"
"You give me the blonde." He nods to me and I freeze up.
"Excuse me?" Joker looks as if he might've heard him wrong, but I know he didn't.
"You give me the blonde. I give you $500,000." Louis repeats.
I tense up and look at J frightened.
He wouldn't really practically sell me to some slimy creep, would he?
The guy doesn't even know my name! He acts like I'm just one of J's whores or something!
Joker looks at me curiously, as if giving me a choice of whether I wanted to stay with him or go to Louis.
But he knows I'm as loyal as they come.
He winks at me, something Louis doesn't see, and I know then that whatever he decides is what I need to go along with.
"Deal."
I feel my heart pounding in my chest as Louis smiles widely, standing.
"I give you the money," Louis picks up a bag by his feet, putting it on the table. "You give me the girl."
Joker's arm encircles my waist as he walks me around the table to Louis. He opens the bag and quickly counts the money, looking at Louis when he's done.
"She's all yours." He tells him with a wide smile, shaking his hand and walking to the door.
I watch as he walks out the door and I feel a sudden panic shift through me. What if he really just left me? What if he wasn't coming back?
I feel Louis tug at my waist and pull me into his lap. His hand moves up my thigh as he continues talking to his buddies.
A wave of sickness washes over me, until one of his guys falls over, dead.
I jump, another one falling down. Then another and another and another until Louis is left defenseless, other than his cowardly friends.
I look to see J walking to us with a gun in his hand, I see the silencer on it and take a deep breath of relief. His hand wraps around my arm and he pushes me behind him, laughing at Louis's face.
"You nit-wit." He snarls at Louis. "You should know I don't like people touching my stuff."
He bangs his head on the table again and Knocks him out.
He looks up at all Louis's friends and they all get up, making excuses to get out of the building, taking their women with them.
"What I thought." J tells them as they flee the corner of the club. "Alright kid. You get the legs I get the arms."
I just look at him as if he said something in a different language.
He just huffs, picking me up over his shoulders. I squeal, laughing a little and he grabs Louis's ankle and drags him behind us to the car.
He lets me down and pops the trunk.
This time I help him pick Louis up and shove him into the trunk…but it won't close.
I try and try, hitting it, pushing it down, but it always pops back open.
"Uh, Mistah J?" I say, struggling to push it down again.
"Yeah?" He asks, looking up at me from where he stands from the drivers side, resting his arm on the top of the door.
"It won't close." I strain out, gritting my teeth, putting all my weight on my hands that rest on the top of the trunk.
"Well it needs to close, we can't just ride down the road with a body hanging out the back." He raises his brows.
"Got it." I blow a piece of hair out my face, a thought coming to mind.
I take my heels off and hop on the trunk.
"Okay," I breathe. "One, two," I'm about to start jumping up and down, until my feet come out from under me, my bottom resting on The inside of J's arm.
"Three." He says, closing the trunk shut with ease. I pout, looking at him.
"Well, excuse me for not havin' Superman's strength." I cross my arms.
He lets me down and walks back to his side of the car and gets in.
"You coming or not?" He asks out the window.
"Why can't I drive?" I prop my elbows on the opened window and he raises a brow.
"Now why would I let you drive my car when you have your very own at home?"
"Because if you don't let me drive now, you won't be ridingme for a while." I suddenly state and he rolls his jaw.
"If I let you drive will you shut up?"
"Yes, sir." I smile widely.
He gets out slowly and keeps the door open for me.
"Thank you, Daddy." I say sweetly, getting in.
I crank the car and start going down the street.
"Slow and steady." He tells me.
"I got it." I tell him.
He nods, and I slam on the gas.
"Harley!" He screams.
I laugh turning sharply, making both of us shift the right.
"Hahahaha! THIS IS GREAT!" I screech, going around in circles.
"HARLEY!" He barks.
The car stops immediately, shrieking at the force of the emergency break being pulled.
I look over to see J breathing heavy, his hair a little messed up, his eyes angry and his teeth showing in a snarl.
"Out." He shakes. "Now." He opens the passenger door and I calm down, getting out as well.
When he's back In the drivers seat.
"If it'll make you feel better, you can drive my car when we get back home." I tell him with a wide smile.
He clenches his jaw and I kiss his cheek.
"Come on, I'm ready to ditch this bitch in the trunk and go home." I lean back in my seat tiredly.
We get to an old warehouse, where J comes to kill his victims.
After we pry Louis from the trunk (not easy since he is now awake), J tosses him on the concrete, and pulls my bat from the trunk.
"Have a go." He gives it to me.
"I-I don't know where to start! I'm used to you taking the first lick or somethin'." I confess.
He raises a brow and grabs the bat.
"Well, I have an idea where we can start." He kicks Louis onto his back, and slams the bat down on groin.
Louis cries out, curling up.
"Now, you." He hands me the bat.
I hit the man's shoulder.
"That wasn't hard enough." Joker critiques me.
"What?"
"If the bone doesn't crack, you didn't do it right." He grabs the bat from me and hits Louis in the same place, this time bone cracks and blood comes with it. "See!"
"Gimme." I take the bat and turn him over onto his stomach, looking at J with a raised brow.
"Mm." He winces a little at me.
"What is it?" I furrow my brows.
"That's gonna be difficult. The spine is kinda—"
I don't break eye contact as the bat cracks down on Louis's spine, making him scream, and the bone breaks.
"Kinda what, Puddin'?" I pipe innocently.
He snatches it from me and suddenly bashes Louis's head in. More blood hits both of us this time.
I take the bat back and hit him again, more blood.
He takes the bat, more blood. I take the bat, more blood. And so on.
By the time were done, Louis is dead as a door nail and a mass of Broken bone and blood, even guts.
Me and J both have a lot of his gore on us, splattering on our faces and drenching our cloths as we have to start turning him over with our hands when he gets too mushy to kick over with our feet.
We finally get done and smile at each other.
"That was fun." I walk back to the car. Before I open the door, he's pulling me back.
"Ah, ah, ah. Not getting in the car until you wash off." He tells me.
"And what do you expect me to wash off with?" I pout.
"The river." He replies flatly.
"Nuh uh, I'm not gettin' in there!"
"Well then you're not going home with me."
"I'm not gettin' in there unless you get In there with me." I stand my ground.
He looks at me, annoyed – but finally sighs and takes off his shoes.
"Come on." He nods to the dock a few yards away.
I take my shoes off too, and my jacket, and rush to the water, jumping off the dock and into the freezing water. He comes in with me, and I swim to the surface, taking deep breaths.
I look around for him, until something snatches me under.
I kick against him, trying not to laugh until I break the surface of the water.
"That was so—"
I'm cut off by his lips, his hands roaming my body.
I'm taken back, back I soon melt into him, smiling into his lips.
"Maybe we should head home." I gasp for breath.
"Don't think we'll make it home." He braces his hands on the edge of the dock, trapping me, and I wrap my legs around his hips.
"Why not?" I stroke his cheek with my thumb and he kisses me again, taking my lip between his silver teeth.
"It's either we get a hotel room across the street, or I fuck you in this river." He licks his lip.
I can barely think straight because his words, my eyes widen and my mouth hangs open a little.
"A okay, Mistah J." I manage to choke out.
{Present}
When we're done with our "bath", he helps me to bed, taking clean gauze to my hip.
"I miss Hady." I say quietly.
"She's a tough girl." He chuckles lowly. "She'll be fine."
"I know but still." I lay back on the pillow.
"Well just don't worry about it." He brushes my hair back.
"Where's Johnny?"
"He's a couple doors down."
"Does he kno—"
"Nope. But I doubt he would care." He gets on his side of the bed and cuts the lamp off.
"What do you think Lucy and Vinny are doin' right now? Ya think they miss us?" My eyes adjust to the dark of the room and he sighs heavily.
"I think they miss us. And I think if Lucy knew how much her mother was stressing over small things, she'd tell her to stop and get some sleep."
"I'm sorry," I curl up into him, my cheek resting on his bicep. "I just can't sleep very good. I might need some more of that stuff you gave me earlier to knock me out."
"Thought I would've tired you out in the bath tub." I can hear the smirk on his lips.
"You're sexy…not a miracle worker." I laugh.
"Ha!" He chuckles. "You little…" he rolls on top of me and blows a raspberry into my neck, and I squeal, laughing.
V•I•T•A•N•I
{Flashback}
"Jason!" I Scream, slamming my drink down. "For the last fucking time—"
" 'The last fucking time', what, Hadlynn?!" He screams back.
"All your god damn bullshit is all over the fucking table! I almost sat on your fucking gun! Stop leaving your shit on the fucking table, you stubborn Bastard!" I shake and he slams the door of the bathroom as he walks into it. "Are you even fucking listening?!" I stomp to the door and open it harshly, crossing my arms with raised brows as he pisses in front of me with no problem.
"Can I fucking help you?" He snaps a look at me and I scoff, laughing without humor.
"You just think that I'm too naggy, don't you?" I stomp my foot.
"No, I quite frankly don't think you're naggy enough." He shoves himself back into his pants and zips them up before flushing the toilet. "Bitch about something else! Like how my hair is getting too long or that my dick isn't quite big enough for you or that I snore too much! Please. Find every ridiculous thing that you can find to complain about and nag me about it!" He pushes by me and I groan, angry.
"Bet Dawn didn't nag you." I narrow my eyes. "That's why you do what you want now. Because you didn't have a proper woman making sure you kept your shit from being where it doesn't belong! I bet you had all sorts of stuff laying around the apartment and she was perfectly fine with it so therefor you think that this place can be a mess because you think you don't have to clean it!"
"And I bet you're so fucking uptight and tired of cleaning everything because that's all you were good for when you were married to Johnny! You let him push you around and use you for cleaning and sex! Well guess what, VITANI?! You're not my mother! No, you're not cleaning up after me! I'm a grown man I can clean up after myself – it's the fact that I don't want to and I damn sure don't need you coming in here and telling me what I can and can't do! If I want my 'god damn bullshit' on the table, I will have it on the table!"
"It doesn't belong on the table!" I Ball my fists up.
"Go ahead and hit me. It'll give me and excuse to whoop your ass." He growls at me.
"God, you jerk-off!" I hiss, walking to him.
Before I can throw a punch, my stomach is on the table and he's ripping my pants from body, holding me down by the back of my neck.
I grit my teeth as he forces his length into me.
"Oh, God!" I arch my back as he slams into me again.
"Don't you love it when we fight?" He asks me slowly, kissing my jaw.
"Ha," I let out a small laugh mixed with a moan, resting my head against the table as he pounds into me.
{Present}
I'm sitting on the lid of the toilet, holding my hand over my mouth. My thigh where Jason once shot me isn't burning, or even hurting.
I'm too shocked and worried to even notice the pain.
I managed to sneak out to a store while Jason's still out and I dig my teeth into my lip nervously.
My eyes gloss over as I stare at the positive pregnancy test in my hand, along with the other 23 scattered around the bathroom.
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Jargot:
Clearly I was pissed about it too, and Jason's still alive, but he and Joker aren't done yet.
CrystalFalls1987:
Hope you liked the chapter!
Bajor10:
;) I hope you're happy…
Harley Quite:
I'm happy you liked it! And Joker and Harley are precious:) things will get better for Harley, promise, but it'll take a little while.
loreenagrgoddess:
I love you, too! I'm sorry not sorry about leaving you with a cliffhanger and now we have another one;) and thank you, her own hallucinations creeped me out while writing them haha.
DocQuinn:
Yes Bitch you know shit's getting real once I use someone's middle name. And yes, the "prick tease" continues hahahahah! Jason isn't done with Joker and vice versa, I mean, he shot Harley. That shit ain't about to fly with J.
Mabel Madness:
I'm so glad you liked the chapter! I've laughed like that before too and people think that you're crazy even though you're just laughing at something funny! I love you too and I hope you liked this chapter;)
I love you guys, and thank you for the support! Let me know what you thought about the chapter and have a goodnight/day!
xoxoxo
