Ok, this chapter is a little different, but don't worry, everything will be explained in the next chapter and trust me, it's gonna be so fucking lit! I know some of you are not into violence and domestic abuse but trust me, it's not what you think it is. Well, partly. Anyway, remember, next chapter will reveal everything, but I had to write this one first so we can get to the good part later ;)

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»I see a clinic full of cynics...

They're watching every move we make.

We're all included on the list.

The lunatics have taken over the asylum

The lunatics have taken over the asylum...«

-Fun Boy Three - The Lunatics have taken over the asylum

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I stood in the hall for an additional few minutes, staring blindly, until a searing light caught my attention. I turned around and saw fire all over the staircase, with its flames slowly making their way higher and higher.

But I didn't panic. Not until I saw a man running through the fire, up the stairs, screaming. Immediately, I realized these were not screams of pain, but madness.

The man came to the top, standing at the other end of the hall, finally noticing me. He had the patient's uniform on, shaved head and an insane look. There was no sanity in his eyes anymore and I felt chills go down my spine.

His clothes were on fire, his skin burnt from the flames, but he didn't even notice. And then he went full speed at me, yelling again something I couldn't understand.

My body seemed to move on its own, as I ran in the opposite direction, my high heels echoing loudly off the floor. I kicked them off mid-run, my carefully made bun letting out strands of loose hair.

Another explosion errupted but the man's yells were still loud enough to be heard. I didn't want to find out what would happen if the maniac got me, maybe he didn't even see me, but rather saw illusions and hallucinations instead. In all truth, right now, I didn't even wanna find out.

I went down the emergency stairs and ran as fast as my legs let me. The man was right on my heels, never falthering despite his constant screams.

I wondered if Joker could hear us, but then again who could miss the lunatic's screams?

When I reached the floor I bursted through the first door I saw and shut it behind me. I leaned on it with all my body, adding random objects to keep the door closed.

I leaned my ear on the door and listened. The yelling had stopped. That couldn't mean anything good.

I then finally looked through the small room, and noticed it must have been some kind of a storage room. It was filled with sport equipment, such as different balls, bats, gloves, rackets and so on.

I shuffled through the objects, looking for any kind of a weapon I could use and decided on a baseball bat. It was wooden and quite heavy, much more than I expected it would be. It had a nice swing to it, and I was quite satisfied with it.

Slowly and carefully, I moved the random objects away from the door, holding the bat in a deathly grip in my hands and opened the door the tiniest bit.

I peeked through the hole and then opened the door all the way, daring to go out slowly. I looked to my left and to my delight, the hall was empty.

And then something heavy hit me, and I was sent flying to the floor, with the weight still on me.

Immediately I looked and saw the maniac lying atop me, screaming and trying to choke me. His hands came down on my throat and squeezed tightly, while he kept shouting and even crying.

When I looked into his soulless eyes I saw only insanity and fear. Fear unlike any other.

In all truth I had to admit that Bane trained me well to adapt to pain and especially choking. I focused on holding my breath, trying not to panic and therefore lose too much oxygen. I gathered my thoughts and raised the bat behind him, where he couldn't see.

And then, in one powerful swing, I hit him over the head. He didn't pass out, but it was enough to get him off of me and I stood up abruptly.

My head spun dangerously, and I shut my eyes for a second, to stop the sudden pain. I gasped loudly, my lungs crying for air as my whole throat seemed to burn.

When I opened them I saw him coming back at me, and I swung at him with all my might.

He fell to the floor, blood gushing out of his nose and this time, I wasn't naive anymore. I raised my bat again and hit him square in his junk, and then I began battering his knee until it looked like he couldn't stand up again.

I blew away a strand of loose hair and stood up straight, admiring my work. In all truth I was kinda proud of myself, just half a year ago I couldn't even kill a fly properly and now I've just defeated a grown ass man. Me, a short ant.

I looked at his face again and noticed the contortions, the little twists that revealed the truth. He wasn't just insane and sick to his core. No, the man had been drugged. He was tripping hard.

I've seen enough of Bane's injured men to recognize intoxicating substances when I stumbled across them.

But why was a patient drugged? As far as I've heard they gave them only sedatives and antidepressants, but this... this was on a whole other level. I was certain he couldn't even see me, but he saw something else entirely.

He mumbled something, his eyes wide with fear, looking at something behind me. I have never seen such fear on a man's face before.

»The scarecrow...!« He whispered, his face petrified.

And then I felt a breath on my neck tickle me, and I realized the lunatic was talking to something or someone behind me, and not me.

I got goosebumps over my skin as I turned around, only to see a door slam shut and the mystery man was gone.

Scarecrow, I told myself and vowed to remember the name.

I have officially had enough of Arkham Asylum. Like seriously, enough for a lifetime.

I began running away in a light pace, seeing how my skirt had been ripped and I stopped to tear it off. I took off the jacket as well and released the bun.

I was left in my bunny shorts and Daddy's girl T-Shirt, that made my boobs look fucking fabulous. Kudos to Joker for that.

I put the bunny ears back on and tied my hair up, so that it wasn't in the way anymore. I kept my hold on the bat that became my best friend over the last few minutes and started running in a light pace away from the lunatic.

At this point I only wanted to find Joker and nothing else. I just wanted to get away. As I ran I kept hearing deranged screams and laughs, that in no sense resembled Joker's.

I saw figures from time to time, but they didn't notice me. Even if they did I had the bat with me and it gave me strange confidence.

At one point another patient stopped dead in his tracks and kept staring at me, but I just gave him a mean look and swung my bat in the air in a threatening motion.

Come closer if you dare fucker, come on, make my day... It really helped if I acted tough and had little conversations in my head to help boost my confidence.

The maniacs kept away, and those who didn't, got to meet my new best friend. The bat had little drops of blood on it from all the broken noses, but I hardly noticed.

I was getting closer to the part of Arkham Joker told me to wait in. I just hoped I found the right room.

I began walking more slowly, noticing how everything got silent, except for the sound of burning flames and a scream every now and then. It was so odd to notice that most of the patients, if not all I've encountered, were drugged. Completely out of their minds. Hallucinating worse than if they were on cocaine or heroine.

A hand suddenly came over my mouth and pulled me back, and I swung my bat back instanly, aiming at the head I couldn't see.

At the same moment the person's other hand grabbed the bat and I realized immediately this person was no rookie. This was a trained fighter.

I looked at the bat that stayed mid air from the person's deathly grip and saw he wore purple gloves.

Instantly my limbs went dull and warmth spread through me. I was safe. Finally.

As soon as he felt me surrender, he eased the hand over my mouth and pressed my back flush to his chest.

»Tsk, tsk, a little girl like you shouldn't be holding such a dangerous weapon. Certainly not in those shorts. Naughty little bunny,« he grunted and pinched my ass.

I yelped, but enjoyed his touch. I finally felt relaxed, safe. It was so relaxing to not be on guard anymore. So freeing.

»If you hadn't left me to fight off all those lunatics on my own, I wouldn't have to.«

»So dangerous, are we?« He mocked and licked my earlobe.

»Make peace with it,« I rebelled but leaned back further into his embrace.

»Were you scared?«

I stayed quiet, pressing my lips into a thin line. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction to let him know I did miss his protection.

»Did you call out for me to come and save ya'?«

»I'll let you know I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much,« I rebelled and pulled away from him.

I turned around to face him and gave him a defying look. I wanted to provoke him so badly all of a sudden.

»I was wondering where that fire of yours had gone. You know, for a while there, I really thought you were obedient already. But you... You are just too untameable, aren't you?« He said, danger gleaming in his eyes.

Somehow, everytime I saw those black orbs and that gruesome scarred smile, my heart skipped a beat and my heart went all gooey and clenched forcefully. How could a criminal make me feel such desire, was beyond me.

»Seems like I will have to be more strict with ya'. I need to discipline you more often...«

I bit my bottom lip and saw his eyes follow my movement and light up in lust. I took a playful step back, giving him a wicked look.

»I don't think you can,« I teased: »I'm a tough one to crack.«

»Oh, Harley, you have no idea... No idea at all, what I have in store for ya',« he said and grinned evily and I knew play time was almost over.

»C'mere,« he ordered, hunching his shoulders so that it was even more evident how much more taller he was, scars forming such a lustful smile they almost touched his ears. Like the devil himself. Just like Hades when he was ready to kidnap Persephone.

I shook my head mischievously and took another step back. Oh, how that fired him up!

I could already see that dominant voice trying to control me and I loved to fight him. It made him even more rough and demanding. And by the tightness of his pants, he was enjoying this even more than I was.

»Harley, don't test me,« he warned, but that grin gave him away.

»Do your worst, Mistah J,« I said and then he exploded.

The bat fell out of my hand and spun on the ground, landing with a dull thud.

My bare feet were well above the ground as he lifted me in his arms and I burried my nose in his blue shirt.

The smell of gunpowder and gasoline hit my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. His hands over my body were demanding and rough, too much for my liking, but I didn't let out a single sound.

I closed my eyes, letting the prince of crime drag me into darkness, growling and clicking his tongue off the roof of his mouth.

I could feel myself become excited and it only grew more intense as the anticipation got stronger.

Suddenly, my ass was banged on a desk and I nearly yelped out loud. But before I even realized where we were, he disappeared into darkness.

I straightened my posture, sitting on the desk and watching the darkness in the room. I had no idea what he was doing or why, but I decided to go along with it. For now.

I could just feel his heavy presence in the shadows, the eternal madness that lured me closer to him. I could have sworn I saw a little red light for a second, before it went black.

»Undress,« he commanded and I gulped.

I wondered what this was all about. Dominance? Boosting his ego? Having control? Well, obviously he wants to show me he's in charge...

»I'm not gonna ask ya' again,« he warned, and I nearly grinned.

I was determined to keep a straight face, and I looked at the darkness with great defiance.

»And what are you gonna do if I don't?« I dared, swinging my bare feet over the edge of the table, looking defiantly.

»You really need a lesson in discipline, little girl,« he said evily and all of a sudden, he came at me like an avalanche. He grabbed me forcefully by my arms and spun me around, slamming my front down at the table. I lay there, while everything happened so fast, too fast for me to even fight back.

I felt him pull my bunny tail shorts down, 'till they dropped down to the floor.

And then his gloved hand came down on me, hitting my right ass cheek like I've truly deserved it.

»Ah!« I nearly screamed, the pain was so sharp it brought a tear to my eye.

But that merely fuelled him forward, as he began unleashing holy fire on my ass, switching sides every now and then, even getting his right glove off for the occasion.

I kept pressing my teeth together, to fight the pain. This was strangely erotic and yet it hurt like a bitch. Something in him had snapped and he wasn't showing me any mercy.

After I've lost count on the spanks and couldn't hold my breath any longer, he stopped. I let out a breath and shook silently, feeling like my entire ass was buzzing, on fire, sharp waves of pain going through it. But damn, was I wet.

I heard the most familiar sound then, that reminded me of when you unbuckled a belt. And oh boy, was I right.

I heard leather cry under his unforgiving hands when he folded it and send it flying on my bare behind.

I cried out out loud, not even minding my screams.

»Joker stop it!« I begged as I couldn't take any more.

»Will you be obedient now?« He asked, evil in his voice.

»Yes!« I screamed, as another hit came down on me.

And another and another. I couldn't take anymore.

»Yes! Yes! Please please stop!«

»Stop what?«

»Please stop daddy!« I begged and he let loose a defeaning laugh.

It was the most insane thing I have ever heard. But at least he wasn't spanking me anymore.

When he stopped laughing, he started rubbing my ass, and I yelped silently. It was so sensitive. So painful.

For a while we just stayed like that, until he let go and ordered:

»Get on your knees.«

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There you go and remember, next chapter is gonna be fireeee! (For multiple reasons)