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Looks Determine How Many Are After You

charm determines how badly they want you. Cleverness determines the lengths they'll go to have you. And mystery is what makes them stay. –Harleen Quinzel

J•O•K•E•R

{Flashback – 5 Years Ago}

I sit at the table in the recreation room, shuffling my cards and talking to Harvey.

"So how's physical therapy goin'?" He asks me with a raised brow and I look at him with a crooked grin.

Harvey's been my best friend since I could remember. He was one of the first guys that weren't completely weirded out by how I looked after my accident and vice versa. So of course, like everyone tells their best friend, when I'm gettin' some – he always knows about it. And he is the only one that knows me and Harleen are fucking.

"Wonderful. Every morning at 8:00 sharp." I tell him and he chuckles. "Except for today. She was late to work today so they just skipped me and a couple others." I add.

"How'd did this even happen, again?" He asks me and I rub my chin, lowering my voice.

"Her sister got raped by one of my guys. Harleen wanted to kill him. She helped me bust out and went with me to his house and she shot him. Well I took her home and she came onto me and then the next day she's over at my house and we fuck." I finish and he furrows his brows.

"Must be good or else she wouldn't risk her job for it." He whistles.

"Oh, it is the best fucking sex I've ever had in my life." I whisper. "I'm constantly wondering why the hell haven't I fucked her sooner?" I laugh. "So how's Poison Oaky?" I scoff and he sighs.

"Mad at me." He rolls his eyes.

"Did you ask her to make you a sandwich and she took it as you pissing on her rights as a woman and trying to domesticate her?"

"No. I snuck into her cell and tried to have sex with her…" he trails off.

"…And?" I raise a brow.

"She took it as me pissing on her rights as a woman by trying to use her body for sex." He mumbles and I laugh loudly again.

"I bet you're on bottom every time she lets you 'use her body for sex'." I snicker, holding my fingers up for quotation.

"Hey, I don't mind. The views great and I don't have to do all the work." He smiles.

"Well, I—" I'm cut off, seeing Harleen walk into the large room to talk to Leland about something. "Holy blue balls." I elbow Harvey and he takes in a deep breath.

The sound of her high heals – which make her legs look amazing – echo in my ear though the room is noisy. She's in a very, very tight, short black skirt that stops between her lower thigh and mid thigh and makes her ass, hips and thighs look absolutely mouth watering. The shirt she's wearing is a dark purple silk button up that's tucked neatly into her high waisted skirt. Her hair isn't in a bun, but falling down her back and over her breasts in soft waves and Her glasses are perched on her nose.

"I can feel your pain." Harvey jokes.

I am in pain.

My cock is completely uncomfortably pressing against my pants, aching.

And the lust I see coming from a lot of other men that have stopped their games and small talk to admire the fucking goddess among us, makes me want to fuck her on this table so everyone knows she's mine.

"You see that guard right there?" Harvey nods to the only guard in the room right now.

"Yeah?"

"He's the one that let me out to see Pammy. I'm sure if you—"

"Mister Joker!" I hear Harley's sweet voice and I snap my head to her. She holds up a file and motions me to her, as Leland motions to Harvey.

I groan and stand up with him, walking to the doctors.

"Joker, Doctor Quinzel's going to have your session during her lunch, if that's alright with you." Leland tells me and I look down at Harley.

She's biting her lip, looking up at me with big, blue eyes. I glance at her shirt to see it's revealing just a sliver of dark green lace from her bra.

"Only if it's okay with you, Sir." Harleen speaks now.

To anyone else it sounded respectful, all doctors address their patients as "ma'am" and "sir", but there's a hint of something when she says it.

Because her lunch is the same hour as my lunch and she knew she'd be interrupting my time I get to talk and do what I do. So she's more like asking for my permission.

"I don't mind." I look her up and down without Leland noticing and she looks down at the obvious tent in my pants and licks her lips slowly, again, Leland's too busy talking to Harvey to notice.

Harley's holding a cup of ice with some water in it, and she waits for Leland to get done talking to Dent, taking a piece of ice between her full lips, letting it melt in her mouth.

Jesus fucking hell.

She eyes me again, licking the remaining water from her lips seductively.

Tease.

I narrow my eyes at her, my hands balling into fists as my breathing picks up a little.

"Well," Leland finally turns back to us. "I think it's no problem, then?" She looks between me and Harley.

Oh, there's a problem alright.

"No. Not at all." I fake a smile, my eyes locked on Harley.

"Good! Alright, I'll see you later Harleen, I have to go ask Doctor Arkham something, but if you need anything, Doctor Mayer and Doctor Bryant are over there." She nods to another corner in the room.

"Alright." Harleen smiles sweetly, but it fades when Leland walks away.

"Taking my lunch away from me, Doc?" I raise a brow.

"Oh, don't worry, Mister Joker. I have something you can eat during our session." She winks, and walks past me slowly, grabbing me through my sweats before walking out. No one could see it because my back was facing everyone.

I turn to see no one was watching but Dent and he's laughing his ass off.

When lunch rolls around at 1:30, I'm escorted to Harleen's room.

My balls actually hurt like hell, aching for a release and when she closes the door and turns to me with a wicked smile, I know i'm gonna get one. I've already taken off my hand cuffs, and I'm sitting against her desk with my arms crossed.

"You're in big trouble." I say sternly.

She smirks, slowly unbuttoning each button of her top as she steps closer.

Her bra is my favorite color green, with the same colored lace, making me want to rip it off and devour the delicate flesh that it holds.

The skirt is the next to go, and a same color lace thong meets me.

I laugh, rubbing my face as I look her up and down.

"Fuck, Harley." I groan.

"Do you like it?" She smiles a little nervous and I shake my head slowly.

"I fucking love it." I admit and she smiles wider. "What's the occasion, kiddo?" I ask as she walks closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her lips brushing against mine.

"Just to make it up to you that I missed our session this morning." She whispers. "And because I've missed you being at home."

"You haven't been touchin' yourself, have you?" I raise a brow and she bites her lip. "Harley." I warn her.

"I'm sorry, Pud. I just get to bed and I–I remember what all happened earlier in that morning and I get so frustrated and I—"

"Touch what doesn't belong to you." I finish for her.

"Daddy," she whimpers and my cock twitches painfully. "I'm sorry I just get so wet and warmed up and you ain't there to do anything with me." She explains nervously.

"Little girl." I grit my teeth and she shudders against me, biting her lip with a small smile.

"Are you gone punish me for bein' a bad girl, Daddy?" She rubs her thighs together. "Are you gonna spank me and force me to suck you off because I finger my pussy and play with my clit every night, thinkin' of your big cock poundin' into my tight little pussy until it bleeds?" She whispers hotly and my knees almost go weak for a moment.

"You little minx." I growl.

She smiles happily, attacking my lips with her own. I pick her up and throw her on the desk, ripping her panties off her. I don't even think twice before I'm burying my face between her legs, lapping and sucking and nipping at her wet folds and cunt before my tongue and teeth move to her clit.

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" She bucks under me and it makes me happy the walls are sound proof for patient confidentiality purposes. "Oh, fuck!" She tangles her fingers in my hair and I groan, her nails scratching my scalp. My tongue goes back to her entrance, taking in all of her juice it possibly can.

After a few moments, I know she's about to come and I pull away.

She whimpers loudly, taking heavy breaths.

"Please, don't do this, J!" She begs me. "I'm gonna go crazy if you don't let me come!" She whines.

I pull my cock out of my sweats and she sits up, getting on her knees on the desk. She's about to reach for it, but I slap her and she braces her hands on the edge of the desk so she won't fall off.

I grab her and bend her over the desk, rubbing her warm, sensitive flesh between her legs before I enter her.

She moans, throwing her head back as I pick up my pace quickly.

"Is this how you imagined me fucking you, Harley?" I say through clenched teeth, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear.

"Yes!" She cries.

"Yes what?" I snatch her hair back roughly.

"Yes, Daddy." She pants. "Oh, God, yes!" She spreads her legs more for me and I laugh.

"Filthy little girl." I grab her neck. "Wearing tight cloths and short skirts to work now?" My voice is almost demonic. "Don't tell me you're fuckin' any of your other patients." I tease but the way she clenches around me tighter and tenses up lets me know she doesn't find that as a joke.

"No…it's just…you." She assures me between thrusts.

"Mmm," I trail my hand down her stomach to her clit. "So this is mine?" I raise my brows and she chokes out a sob as I drill into her harder.

"Yes! It's yours!" She nods fiercely and I grin, pulling out of her.

She cries aloud, shaking. My fingers go to her hot, soaking cunt and plunge into her at a furious pace.

"And this is mine, ain't it?" I grit my teeth and she nods quickly.

"Yes! My whole body belongs to you, Daddy." Tears flow from her eyes and I laugh. "Can I please come, Mistah J?" She begs.

"Nope." I whisper in her ear angrily. "You had plenty of time to cum while you were laying in bed touching my stuff." My fingers go faster and she claws at her desk, giving me a good idea. "You can come, only if you let me do something." I grip her hip tighter, still fingering her.

"Anything." She breathes heavy and I take my hand off her hip to position my cock at her second entrance. She tenses up sharply, her breathing picking up. "No." She shakes her head. "It'll hurt!" She argues.

"Only for a little while." I press my lips to her shoulder. "This is the only place I haven't claimed yet." I point out and she whimpers again. "Come on, pumpkin pie. It'll feel real good after a couple minutes." I nip at her ear and she finally nods slowly. "Atta girl!" I chirp, pulling my fingers from her slick pussy to coat my cock in them.

I hold her hip with one hand while the other massages her clit to help her relax. She moans softly, her head falling back.

I ease into her, gritting my teeth. She whimpers and writhes, choking out sobs.

I pull out a little and she hisses before I push back in.

"Ow," she sniffles, gripping her desk. I repeat the motion a little faster and she lurches forward. "Ow!" She squeaks.

Her noises make me chuckle and I start pounding into her, tilting my head back at how tight she is.

"Ah!" She screams, crying and begging me to stop.

"Ah, ah, ah." I shake my head. "This is punishment, remember?"

"Daddy, it hurts." She shakes her head, sweat starting to coat her skin.

"Exactly." I go harder, basking in the noise of her cries and pleads. Finally, those cries and pleads for me to stop, are cries and pleads for me to fuck her harder, as my fingers start toying with her clit again.

"Daddy, can I please come now?!" She begs.

"Come." I tell her and she soaks my fingers in her juice, moaning and losing strength in her legs. I have to hold her up until I find my own release and pull out, releasing all over a file on her desk.

When we catch our breath and start to fix ourselves, she glances at the file that's covered in my seed and she groans.

"What?" I ask with a satisfied grin.

"You busted on Crane's file!" She complains.

I just tilt my head back and laugh.

{Present}

Harley and Johnny helped me up to the penthouse being that I was still pretty weak.

Harley was currently taking a bath as I sat on the bed, exhausted. And still angry.

I roll my jaw and walk into the bathroom, looking at her as she hums and washes her legs.

She looks up at me and stops, staring nervously.

"I–Is there a problem, Pud?" She asks cautiously.

I just step to her slowly and she takes heavy breaths.

"I need a shower." I tell her and she sighs with relief.

"O–Okay." She rinses her leg off and gets out the tub so I can shower.

She wraps a towel around her and walks to the bedroom and I get a very long, hot shower to clear my mind.

It was weird. Id been away from her longer than two weeks before, of course for business and stuff, but never because we broke up. I feel like we've been married 20 years and separated for 2 years before deciding to try to save the marriage.

It's awkward. I haven't kissed her yet, haven't said but a few words to her and vice-versa.

I wouldn't even be surprised if we don't even sleep in the same bed. I wonder if she'd had her flings like I had mine.

A part of me hopes she did. Then I wouldn't feel so guilty.

I finally finish showering and dry off, wrapping the towel around my hips.

I walk into the room, expecting to see her with one of my shirts on, laying across the bed on her stomach with her ass up a little bit, flipping through a magazine or laughing to herself – like she always used to do.

Instead, she's in a nightie, sitting criss cross on the floor by the nightstand.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

"Francesca came by," she speaks lowly and I lean my head back and curse under my breath. "you forgot one of your belts in her motel room." She holds it up for me.

I gently grab it from her and lay it on the dresser.

"…You–You two ain't…?" She looks up at me and I sigh.

"Me and you broke up, Harley. We didn't go on a break. You walked out on me. I took advantage of being single. I wish I hadn't, but I did. No. I ain't gotta new girlfriend if that's what you're askin'." I pull some sweats on and look to see her crying quietly.

"How many times have you taken advantage of being single?" She asks me quietly and I rub my forehead.

"28." I smooth my hair back and she lets out a small gasp. "We were apart 14 days. That's 2 a day. One in the morning, one at night." I explain. "I didn't have sex with any of them." I add and she looks at me. "They just gave me head." I tell her.

"Well you'll be happy to know that I've been crying the last 2 weeks teetering between insanity and unconsciousness due to constant liquor intake." She hisses back.

"Hey, at least I'm fucking being honest!"

"YOU HAD OTHER WOMEN ON YOUR COCK WHILE I WAS ACTUALLY TRYING TO KEEP MY SHIT TOGETHER BECAUSE OF HOW HURT I WAS WITHOUT YOU, JOKER!" She screams back, standing.

"AND YOU THINK I WASN'T HURT?! I STAYED COMPLETELY WASTED, TOO! IF I WASN'T DRUNK I WAS STONED! AND IF I WAS NEITHER I HAD A WOMAN WITH ME! JUST TO TRY TO KEEP YOUR NAGGY LITTLE SHRILL OF A FUCKING VOICE OUT OF MY GOD DAMN HEAD!" I Explode and she scoffs.

"So now it's my fault that you had your prick down a bunch of hussies throats?! That is One fucked up excuse to have other women—"

"You're not even listening to me!" I laugh. "Everything I'm saying, everything that's coming out of my fucking mouth, is just blowin' right over your head!"

"Now you know how I feel!" She stomps a foot.

"I missed you, Harley! I missed your fucking annoying touching and constant distracting and 'Daddy this' and 'Daddy that' and 'Mistah J, smokin's not good for ya health' and 'Puddin', you really shouldn't yell at Bud and Lou like that' and let's not forget probably one of the most iconic things you'll ever do, because you're so fucking good at: struttin' into the room in barely anything when I'm trying to do work and starting with your 'wanna rev up ya Harley, Pud?' bullshit!"

"Well if it's bullshit then why the hell are you still with me?!" She crosses her arms.

"Because I've missed you, you idiot!" I throw my hands up. "You're focused on the fact that I've had 28 women go down on me in the last 2 weeks, and you're completely missing the part where I've been explaining that it was to try to get you out of my head, because I've missed you! You're my girlfriend! Of course I'm gonna miss you!"

She's quiet, standing with her hands behind her back, looking down as if she's guilty.

I sigh and walk to her calmly.

"Baby," I brush her hair behind her ear and tuck a finger under her chin, making her look at me.

"Oh, Mistah J!" She wraps her arms around my neck, sobbing loudly. "I'm so sorry I said all that stuff about you when we broke up! I didn't mean any of it, I was just angry!" She says shakily.

"I know, Harls." I kiss her hair and wrap my arms around her waist.

"I'm tired of fightin'." She shakes her head, her voice muffled a little. "That's all we do anymore is just fight. If we ain't fightin' we're fuckin'."

"Back to this, huh?" I grumble, pulling away from her.

"Yes! Back to this!" She cries. "Every time we make a little progress, you always fuck it up."

"I always fuck it up?!"

"Well I sure as hell ain't doin' it!"

"Oh, right, I forgot…" I smack my forehead. "YOU FELL VICTIM TO ME! YOU ARE COMPLETELY INNOCENT IN EVERY ASPECT OF THIS THING WE GOT GOIN' ON!" I motion between us.

She just crosses her arm and raises a brow.

"Well if you want to get technical—"

"Oh, don't even try to fuckin' pull that fuckin' bullshit with me."

"Well it's not false! You did manipulate me, and use m— what're you doin'?" She asks me as I grab a calculator from my duffle bag on the bed.

I hold a finger up.

"Let's see, $5,000,000 car, "$40,000 on jewelry and about $60,000 on cloths." I raise a brow. "Yearly." I sneer. "So 5 million plus, 200 thousand plus, 300 thousand…" I punch it into the calculator. "Um, what else? Oh yeah!" I widen my eyes at her. "$200,000 worth of student loans paid off…you're welcome for that, by the way." I don't look up from my work. "$5,700,000. Apparently I manipulated you just so I could spend 5 million, 7 hundred-thousand dollars on you! BECAUSE THAT MAKES SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE, HARLS! REALLY?!"

"You did!" She argues. "I don't know why the fuck you'd be that stupid, but you did!" She raises her brows.

"I'm glad we both agree that being with you was the stupidest thing I've ever decided to do in my fucking life, then." I throw the calculator at the wall and it shatters.

Her face falls, tears rushing to her eyes.

"The hell was I thinking, right?" I look at her. "I mean, it was funny at first, then you got pregnant, and practically shackled me to you with that and just when I think I'll actually make this one last, that nothing will fuck up my good time, I'm accused as the most horrible monster that's ever lived." I chuckle without humor. "What do I know?" I snarl, shoving past her, slamming the door shut behind me.

"JOKER!" She shrieks and I stop dead in my tracks, anger boiling through me.

I turn to see her in the hallway.

"WE'RE TALKIN' ABOUT THIS. I'm sick and tired of one of us walkin' away anytime we fight." She steps closer.

"I'm walking away because this is nothing but utter bullshit." I point a finger at her. "And I refuse to sit here and listen to you patronize me. I'm trying to figure out who you're trying to convince that I completely fucked you up, from day one, at Arkham; me or yourself?" I furrow my brows and she bites her lip. "I didn't make you do shit, Harleen. I'm assuming that's who I'm talking to because my Harley wouldn't dare question a damn thing I do for her. But suddenly I've done everything I have for you because it's all apart of some huge game of manipulation."

"Electroconvulsive Therapy? Pushing me into Acid?" She laughs coldly.

"IF YOU CAN'T REMEMBER, YOU WERE SPREADING YOUR LEGS FOR ME LONG BEFORE ANY OF THAT. YOU SHOT NATHAN AND THAT NIGHT YOU KISSED ME. NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND. THE NEXT DAY AFTER THAT, YOU INITIATED SEX BETWEEN US. NOT ME. REMEMBER THAT?!" I walk closer to her. "Who knows, If you wouldn't have kissed me and wouldn't have started all that, we might not even be talking! I'd be doing something else and you'd be working at Arkham still. I didn't do anything to you. I didn't force you into anything. I offered you plenty of times to walk away before anything was written in stone. You had so many times to leave me alone and still not have been caught, so you could have just pretended nothing happened. And you know I wouldn't have said a damn thing to anyone about it, if that was something you decided to do. But no. You wanted to go through with it. You wanted the sex and you wanted the relationship and you were willing to throw your life away for that. I didn't trick you into anything, I didn't manipulate you into anything. You willingly shot Nathan, willingly kissed me, willingly fucked me…I mean, where are you getting 'Harleen Quinzel fell victim to The Joker's manipulation' in any of that? Please explain to me where exactly from the moment I first met you, up until the last few days you worked at the Asylum, that I broke your mind or completely wrecked you?"

She just stares at me.

"I can't keep doing this." I rub my forehead. "You keep tellin' me to get my shit together? Sweetheart, I can't tell who you even are half the time anymore. Maybe for once in my god damn life, there is someone actually more fucked up in the head than me!" I chuckle.

"I'm not fucked up." She shakes her head. "I'm fine."

"Clearly not." I snap, turning around to go to the kitchen and she follows me.

"Daddy," she grabs my wrist, pulling me to her. "You're right, okay?" She turns me around and I sigh heavily. "I know I'm not myself lately and it's just cause I'm stressed. And you're right. About all that stuff. And I'm sorry I've been bein' like this. But I've missed you and I don't want to fight our first night back together." She rests her forehead on my chest. "I love you. I'm sorry for stressin' you out."

"If we keep fightin' like this, I'm gonna have a head full of grey hair." I mumble and she giggles, making me relax a little.

"I'm already gettin' some." She looks up at me.

"Good thing you have light hair." I pat her head.

She stares at me, her smile fading a little bit. Her soft hand comes up to lightly brush over my jaw.

"What's it like bein' dead?" She asks me quietly and I shake my head.

"Not worth Talkin' about." I grab her hand gently.

"Oh, c'mon, Mistah J. What's heaven like?"

"What makes you entirely sure I went to heaven?" I raise a brow.

"Why wouldn't you?" She furrows her brows.

I smile a little, brushing my thumb over her lip before replacing it with my own.

She pulls me closer and I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist, sitting her on the kitchen counter as my tongue sweeps across her's.

"What's all the yelling abou— EW!" Ivy screeches, covering her eyes and turning. "You weren't really about to fuck on the counter that I plan on using for a place to put food. Are you?" She sighs.

"Would that bother you?" I ask her.

"Yes!" She snaps.

"Mmm, yeah a good counter fuck sounds great right now, don't it, Harls?" I look down at her and she giggles quietly.

"Don't." Ivy orders and I raise a brow and pull at my belt, making sure the buckle rings out so she knows I'm taking it off.

"UGH YOU ARE DISGUSTING!" She stomps back to her room and slams the door.

"You're so mean to her." Harley laughs, resting her hands on my shoulders.

"She's mean to me!" I argue and she raises a brow. "Besides, I've been pretty nice lately. Letting her hog you all to herself."

"Are you jealous of my friendship with Red?" She asks me sweetly.

"Of course not!" I reply. "Why? Should I be? Has she tried anything? I swear to god if she's into women, I'll—"

"Don't be ridiculous!" She hits my shoulder. "She's very loyal to Harvey. And I'm very loy—" she stops talking suddenly, guilt washing over her face a moment before disappearing.

"You're very…?" I raise my brows and she shakes her head clear.

"I–I don't feel very good, Mistah J. It ain't nothin' you've done or anything…I just…startin' to realize how over tired I am." She gets off the counter.

"Harley, are you sure nothing's bothering you?" I ask her and she shakes her head.

"I just need some sleep, is all." She shrugs. "I'll be in bed."

I can tell she's hiding something. And I'll be damned if I'm not going to find out what it is.

V•I•T•A•N•I

"So…he's okay?" I ask Johnny over the phone.

"He's a little weak, he and Harley have been arguing some, but he's fine." He assures me.

Relief floods through me.

"Oh, thank god." I sigh, smiling a little. "That scared the shit out of me."

"Yeah, me too. I ain't ever worked under anyone else but him. It'd be weird if he were dead. I'd have to answer to someone else. It wouldn't feel right."

"Well he's said plenty that if something ever happened to him that we'd all answer to Harley. That wouldn't be that bad."

"No, it wouldn't. She's just as stubborn and twice as mean as he is." He chuckles and I rub my forehead tiredly, glancing at my stitched up, sore stomach.

"I don't know. He's pretty mean…" I bite my teeth into my cheek and he clears his throat.

"I'm sorry, about what he did, Hady." He tells me quietly and I smile a little. "I wish he wouldn't had done that. I was hoping I'd get a few more kids outta you before you closed up shop." He jokes and I roll my eyes and laugh sarcastically.

"You might've if you weren't a complete prick." I snap back.

"Listen, about all that…I'm sorry…"

"Are my ears deceiving me or is Johnny Frost apologizing for not taking our marriage seriously?" I furrow my brows.

"Not funny." He grumbles. "It's taking a lot of pride swallowing to do so."

"Ha! Yeah, I figured. So don't choke." I laugh.

"I was wondering when I was gonna hear that laugh again." He says in a sudden serious tone and I close my eyes before clearing my throat awkwardly.

"Johnny—"

"I know. I fucked things up. Big time. But I do miss you and I at least want to be friends. We were best friends before all that marriage shit happened." He points out.

"I gotta go to bed, Johnny." I reply and he sighs on the other end.

"Goodnight, Hady. I love you." He tells me sternly.

"Goodnight, Johnny." I look at the ceiling, hanging up.

I put the Phone back on the hook and snuggle into the covers, hearing Jason come in.

"You gonna talk to me?" Jason asks me, getting into bed.

I lay away from him, not acknowledging him.

"Hadlynn. I did what I had to. I knew it was him that did that to you the whole time…I figured if he let you keep your baby, our baby, there'd be a price to pay. Now we won't have to worry about it anymore." He rubs a hand over my hair and I shrug him off. "Hady…please. Don't do this."

I sigh and finally roll over, looking up at him.

"I love you. So much. I did this for us." He grabs my hand and kisses it.

"I was fine. Joker wasn't going to do anything else. He was bored playing with you. You killed him for nothing." I pull my hand away and he licks his lips.

"You still don't get it." He shakes his head.

"Get what?! That after someone was done trying to kill you and take you away from me again, you do something that will just make shit a lot worse?! No! Jason, I'm sorry if I don't fucking understand that!" I scream, pulling the covers back so I can get up.

He just grabs my wrist and snatches me back into the bed, making my shoulder ache.

"He killed me. I killed him. Go toss his corpse into the Lazarus pit of you want to, I got my pay back. Now he knows how it feels." He growls darkly and I close my eyes, sniffling back tears.

"I asked you not to do this. I asked you to let it go." I shake my head. "I wanted you o let it go, Jason. I didn't want out while relationship to be focused on payback and getting even…I didn't want you constantly paranoid about Joker taking me from you again. And now—"

"He's dead. And I'm not paranoid or worried about it anymore. Now we can be happy. That's what you've wanted after all, right?" He says sternly and I think for a moment and finally nod. "So are you mad at me?"

I shake my head, and slowly wrap my arms around him.

I feel his lips on my neck and I pull away to press my lips to his instead.

He falls on top of me, running his hand in my pants.

"J–Jason." I look up at him. "We can't…I'm still not healed and—"

"—I'll be gentle." He smirks.

"Jason—oh, God." I moan, his fingers slipping into me.

"At least let me have some fun." He kisses my neck and my thoughts get clouded with Lust, and I nod my head.

He pulls my shorts and my panties off, spreading my legs.

I arch my back when his fingers return to where they were before and his tongue licks at my clit.

My stitches ache, making me keep in mind that I can't arch my back like I just did until I heal some more, but damn is hard when he's eating me like I'm his last meal.

"So beautiful." He whispers to me and I laugh.

"You're lying." I sigh, forcing myself not to react to his actions, though my back is just itching to. "I'm a hot mess right now." I add and he laughs into my skin, placing soft kisses on my flesh.

"You're always a hot mess." He teases.

"Shut up and—right there!" I snap up, wincing at the pain, but my hands find his hair and I watch as his tongue enters me again, his fingers now taking place on my sensitive clit. "Jason!" I throw my head back, bucking my hips and he moans into me, licking from my entrance to my clit. "Fuck, Jason!" I cry out, my core pooling with heat and I know I'm about to come apart.

"I'll never get tired of you screaming my name like that." His fingers dive back into my pussy and I throw my head back as his fingers on his other hand rub at my clit at the same quick pace he's fucking me.

His lips come to mine as I tense up, and welcome the pain and the pleasure that wakes through my body as each muscle tenses and relaxes the instant I cover his hands in my release.

He waits for me to finish before he makes me lay back down and he cleans me off with his tongue, making a comment about how good I taste.

When he's done, he lays by me, kissing me hotly.

"Goodnight." He whispers.

"Goodnight." I say in a sleepy, lust filled daze as I come down from my high and greet a well needed sleep.

Jargot:

Jason hasn't been let off the hook, don't let Hadlynn's kindness towards him fool you:) and I miss writing the kids, I'm thinking about doing something major in the story that involves them but I don't know yet.

Harley Quite:

First off, I know what you meant when you said you were joking, so no worries. I'm happy/sad I made you cry. I mean it's a good thing because my writing made you cry in a good way but sad cause I MADE YOU CRY! IM SORRY! I'm glad you're doing better and oh my god speaking of that Jared Leto was at this panel for AT&T and he apologized at one point for being on his phone because he was playing PokemonGo. Don't worry I'm fucking addicted to it too:)

loreenagrgoddess:

Thank you! I thought I'd go ahead and explain that whole thing with him and his first doctor, I'm glad you liked it:) WHAT COUNTRY ARE YOU IN OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO WAIT TILL AUGUST 25?! THE FUCK. I'm so sorry, oh my god is didn't know they released it that late in some countries. I mean a couple days late yeah but 20 fucking days? What kind of fuckery even is that!? I love you too!

Dream of yellow skies:

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it:)

CrystalFalls1987:

Harley is very happy and You'll have to wait till the next chapter to see how Esther tells them;)

Start Ana:

Pretty please don't apologize for not reviewing before, it's completely understandable. Thank you so, so, so, much. That made me the happiest when you said that. Stuff like that means the world to me and I love you so much for your support and being so nice thank you for making me smile with that review, I love you too.

jennamichelle85:

Hadlynn's not happy with Jason, don't let her fool you. Joker and Harley will need a lot of time to fix their issues, but they'll do it eventually. I love you too and I can't wait for this fucking movie oh my god:)

Guest:

Thank you so much! I've always loved J and Harley In the animated series, too, they're a part of my childhood and I'm so happy you like the way I write them, that means a lot to me. Thank you so much for the support, I love you and I'm having a wonderful summer and I hope you have one too!

Saintsrow10:

It's confusing right now, a lot are probably wondering the same thing.

Mabel Madness:

Awe! Thank you! It's going to take Harley and J some time to work their shit out but in the mean time, they will try to be a little nicer to each other (if you can imagine, J's not gonna want to do that very much) haha. I love you too and girl, you're story has me all kinds of fucked up and I'm waiting for you to update!

RoyalFlushGang:

Haha it's okay to be stalkery…not really but still I wouldn't have thought of you as a stalker If you did show up at my door. Yes. Joker puts Harley in her damn place when he gets angry (you saw some of that in this chapter, too) the fact that you compared J's resurrection to Mr. Freeze just killed me…THANK YOU. Ivy's fucking amazing. I love writing her. It's gonna take some time for J and Harley to get back to normal but it won't be impossible, it'll be kinda humorous. You'll know what I mean in the next chapter;) Jason and Hady are a wreck, it'll get better with them though. AND 17 DAYS AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Okay. We're about to get soppy and emotional so grab you tissues if you're sensitive and grab some gummy bears or something to stuff your face with. (I'm pissing while writing this by the way) sorry, just had to add some comic relief because it's about to get sentimental in this bitch.

Dear Readers:

As some of you know, over a year ago, I wrote "Wicked" and finished it and then wrote "Wicked: Sadist" and then deleted that half way through writing it and deleted "Wicked" along with it.

I just thought I could do better. So, instead of just writing stuff that was thrown together, I wrote "Wicked: Re-Loaded" and so far, I like it a hell of a lot better than the original and I like the second book a lot better than the original second book and I'm so happy that I have gotten the support and love from all of you that has motivated me to continue to write.

Anytime any of you review, or PM me it makes me smile. Even if you don't quite agree with something and tell me *respectfully* that you don't, it makes me happy that you feel comfortable enough to grow some balls and tell me "look hoe, I love you, but that shit ain't okay" (none of you have actually worded anything like that to me but that's how I imagine you think it before you type a much more "appropriate" response). Point is, anytime I hear anything from you, especially if it's nice or you're excited about something.

I got two reviews from two people who have never reviewed before and they both explained to me that they love the way I write and they love my stories, one of them even went as far to say that I'm a badass (which I am, by the way) and I'm used to hearing it from the wonderful and amazing people who reviews regularly and tell me how much they love me and how happy they are with the stories and I'll always, always, always, love all of you who do that (you know how you are) but to hear that from people that I never hear stuff like that from or guests that I didn't even know read the stories and loved them…

I've said this a lot. I can't even tell you how many times I have said this but that's because it's so true. I have some of the best people reading my stories and supporting me. Even if you don't review and you just read it and love it, that makes me so fucking happy.

I love what I do. I love writing. I love entertaining people. I love making people feel emotion and making people laugh or cry or get angry over something that they can't help but do all that stuff because of the fact that they're so emotionally invested into it.

I love that. It makes me so happy when anyone tells me that my story made them cry or my story makes them get excited about the movie or it makes them happy or they love how I write. I write for myself, but also for you guys.

And after every chapter, to hear what all of you have to say makes me the happiest person ever.

I wanted to quit writing after I deleted the first two stories I ever wrote on here but I didn't and as I started writing more the more people started telling me that they love my work and they love how good it is. I'm not conceited, I'm not bragging, but when I'm satisfied with my stories, and I have so many others satisfied with it, I'm assuming my writing isn't as bad as I thought when I first posted the first chapter of the first book in this series.

I wanted to thank you. Not just thank you individually like I do after every chapter and respond to y'all but address everyone who has read and supported me and just hasn't reviewed because they're shy or wouldn't know what to say or just don't want to for some reason.

I do what I do for you. I stay up late and write for you guys, I work hard to get shit straight for you guys. And it pays off. Every read, every review, ever Fav, every follow, lets me know that what I work hard on and what I'm proud of, means something to every single one of y'all. And there is nothing more satisfying than knowing that.

So thank you for everything you've done without even knowing you've done it. Y'all are like a second family to me. I love you. I honest to god, cross my heart, hope to die, love every single one of you. And me continuing to write wouldn't have happened if it weren't for y'all. So thank you, for not letting me give up on writing.

Love,

Donna:)

xoxo