WARNINGS:
*EXPLICIT* LANGUAGE
SEXUAL SITUATIONS
SEXUAL INNUENDO
He Made Me Understand
that in order to be free, I had to push aside what I knew, and become a whole new person. – Harley Quinn
H•A•R•L•E•Y
{Flashback – 5 Years Ago}
I take my lip between my teeth, my eyes following Joker's every move.
He and Harvey Dent, and a few others were in the small gym of the Asylum, his arm muscles and back muscles moving diligently under pale skin and tattoos as he continued his push-ups.
I'd been watching him for several minutes, and his strength never wavered. I lost count of how many he had done. I got bored with counting after he hit 68. And that was minutes ago.
But Christ, he didn't have to stop. Especially now that a layer of sweat was starting to form Over his skin.
I'd be completely embarrassed if he even knew I was watching him. His eyes had been focused on Dent, who was done with his own work out, sitting on the mat a few feet from J, laughing at the things he was saying.
My whole body shook with pleasure at the thought of being under Joker, being the reason he was sweating like that.
I kick myself inwardly for feeling that way for a him. He's only been my patient for a couple weeks and I was already wanting to hop on him like white on rice.
But what normal woman wouldn't?! He's charming and attractive and God those fucking muscles. He is walking sex. Satan himself.
And seeing him work out makes me want to put my years of gymnastics and flexibility to good use.
I'd spread my eagle for him any day if it weren't for the damn rules that were against it. And the fact that it's "frowned upon" and "illegal", whatever that means.
I sigh, trying to shake my thoughts from my head, until he comes to his feet and grabs a towel to wipe his face.
He turns his back to me, and the other doctors watching their patients.
My throat makes a odd noise between moan and whimper when I see the spiral of a dragon covering his whole back.
Fuck me.
"Hey, Doc." His voice snaps me from my haze, and my eyes look up to meet his through the small open window of the glass room. "Fancy seeing you here. Ya stalking me or something?" He raises his brows.
"No. I'm doing a physically evaluation." I clear my throat, straightening my coat. "It's required in or order for your file to be updated." I smile back my slight embarrassment.
"Ah. And how physical will this uh…evaluation get?" He says quietly as he comes closer, licking his lips in amusement. "Because if it were up to me…" he peeks through the glass below the window, where my legs are, and his eyes travel to my breasts and then back to my face. "…it'd get pretty physical." He licks his teeth.
Did he just check me out and insinuate what I think he just did?
"All that's left is your physical from your nurse and that's it." I reply a little confused.
"Mmm, shame." He says to himself more than to me. "Have a good day, Doc." He winks before stepping away.
{2 Years Later}
"95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100…" I count and continue filling my nails, my back pressed to J's as my body drapes over him while he does push-ups. "…104, 105, 106, 107, 108…" I flick my gaze to his biceps and feel my legs clench together. "…112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117…" I still count, my mouth starting to water. I turn over on my stomach, my finger brushing a strand of green hair behind his ear. He shudders, but doesn't stop his work. "…120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125…" I press a kiss to his shoulder and he takes a huge breath. "…127, 128, 129…" with each number comes another small kiss across his skin. "…132, 133, 134, 135, 136, 137, 138, 139…" I giggle when I lick a bead of sweat from the top of his spine and he almost loses his strength in his arms for a second, grumbling under his breath. "…144, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150." I quickly slide from on top of him, to under him just as he collapses on the floor to breathe. His weight crushes me under him, but I smile happily and wrap my legs around him.
"How come…you don't work out…like this?" He takes deep breaths and I laugh.
We'd been using the spare bedroom for our own time that didn't involve fucking. When Lucy wasn't crying for another bottle, and he wasn't working, and we weren't fucking – we were most likely talking or goofing off in the spare bedroom. This was one of those times where we'd been goofing off which turned into how many push-ups he could do with me on his back.
"Because, I get the best workout from rewardin' you for your hard work." I kiss his jaw.
"Give me a second to catch my breath before you start trying to reward me." He chuckles and grin widely.
"Sir, yes, sir." I nod. "I used to watch you." I admit and he looks at me weirdly. "Once you were workin' out in the Asylum and I had to do a physical evaluation of you and I had to watch you for at least 5 minutes, but I ended up watchin' you for about 30."
"I knew you were up to something." He narrows his eyes, rolling off me.
"I couldn't help it!" I straddle him, sighing at the feeling of his cock pressing into my inner thigh.
"I remember that day." He places his hands on my hips. "I can't tell you how close I came to busting that glass and fucking you in front of God and everybody."
"I wouldn't have minded." I shake my head. "Actually I remember thinkin': 'I'd spread my eagle for him any day.'" I say nervously and he bursts into laughter, sitting up.
"Does that deal still stand?" His hand moves to my ass and I grind on him.
"I don't know if I can even do a spread eagle anymore, honestly." I shrug, smiling.
"I think you can." He furrows his brows.
"I ain't stretched in a while." I sigh.
"At least try." He pouts.
"Fine. But I don't need your hands all over me or I won't be able to focus." I get up and stretch my arms and my legs a little. "Ready?" I ask him and he claps his hands.
"Would it help if I were on the receiving end of that or…?" He teases and I scoff.
My flexibility has barely changed over the past few months that I haven't stretched, surprisingly, and my crotch hits the floor, both of my legs on either side of me in a straight line.
"Mama's still got it!" I yell triumphantly, then a cramp erupts where my thigh meets my pelvis. "No she ain't." I laugh and wince, and lay down, my fingers gently massaging the cramp out. "Don't think I'll be able to spread my eagle for you without gettin' a cramp unless I start stretchin' everyday again." I smile, a little embarrassed and he helps me up.
"That's okay. As long as you can fuck like a bitch in heat, it's fine." He growls, nipping my ear and I squeak eagerly.
J•O•K•E•R
{Present}
"Ah, ah, ah!" Harley slaps my hand away from her ass. "No touchin'." She scolds. "This is about healin' our relationship. We can't heal our relationship through sex."
"Sex is healthy for a relationship." I argue.
"So is communication. Somethin' we lack in." She pokes my nose. "Too much intimacy and not enough communication ain't healthy. Just like too much communication and not enough intimacy ain't healthy either. We need a good 50/50 balance of these things in order to grow not only as individuals, but also as a couple." She explains. "Exactly why I got these!" She hands me a packet of papers that read:
'STEPS TO A HAPPY MARRIAGE'
"Marriage? We ain't married." I grumble.
"Well, no, but we basically are. So the same rules apply." She pipes happily. "Now, if you'll turn the page…" she reaches out and turns it for me and smiles sweetly.
Step 1: Expect less and get more from your partner.
I can't help the "ha!" that comes out of my mouth and she gives me a death glare before she starts reading.
"'Many people assume that conflict is kryptonite to relationships. But it's actually frustration. Specifically, frustration forms when a partner's expectations go unmet.'" she clears her throat and raises a brow at me. "'Happy couples have realistic expectations, both about relationships in general and about their relationship in particular. One myth is that healthy couples don't have conflict. Conflict is inevitable. In fact, If you aren't having conflict, you aren't talking about the important issues in your relationship.' Again," she says. "Ahem." She clears her throat again and I lick my lips with narrowed eyes. "Well ain't this informative?" She quips. "'Have you and your partner separately write your top two expectations for your relationship (i.e., how you think your partner should treat you; your deal breakers). If your partner isn't aware of your expectations, how can they meet them?'" She grins.
"Kill me." I rub my temple, looking at the next step.
Step 2: Give incentives and rewards.
"'Couples show affective affirmation through words and actions. It's as simple as saying 'I love you' or 'You're my best friend.' Affirmative behaviors can be -anything from turning the coffee pot on in the morning for your partner to sending them a sexy email to filling their tank with gas. Contrary to popular belief, men need more affective affirmation than women because women can get it from other people in their lives. The key is to give consistent affirmation, rather than heaps of it at once.'" She continues reading from the paper.
"It's getting worse." I rub my eyes.
She just ignores me.
"'An affirmation a day can keep a couple happy. Either saying something affirming to your partner or doing something affirming for them once a day.'"
"Okay, I do that!" I point a finger at her. "I compliment you every day." I cross my arms.
"Not that 'Harley, your pussy is so tight' isn't a romantic compliment but something a bit more would be preferred, Mistah J."
Step 3: Have daily briefings for improved communication.
"You need to pay attention to this one, Pud." She coughs. "'Most couples will say that they communicate. But this communication is commonly called 'maintaining the household,' which includes talks about paying the bills, buying groceries, helping the kids with homework or calling the in-laws. Instead, meaningful communication means getting to know your partner's inner world. When you're really happy, you know what makes your partner tick and really understand them.'"
"Let me guess…you think we've been just 'maintaining the household'."
"I know we've been just 'maintaining the household'." She retorts.
"Okay, Dr. Phil." I roll my eyes.
"'Practice the 10-minute rule. That involves every single day talking to your partner for at least 10 minutes about something other than four topics: work, family, who's going to do what around the house or your relationship. Couples can talk over the phone, by email or in person. The key is to get to know your partner.'"
"Then we'll have nothing to talk about." I hiss.
"It's worth a try." She sighs.
Step 4: Implement change.
"'Every relationship gets into a rut. Implementing change can help, and there are many ways to do that. One way to implement change is to add something new. The main idea is to mimic your relationship when you first met one another.'"
"I'm about to strangle myself with my tie." I whisper.
"'To reduce boredom and keep things fresh, change up your routine. For instance Instead of going to the same restaurant, find some new exotic restaurant in the city. Vacation somewhere new or take a class together. Another strategy is to do an arousal-producing activity or an activity that gives you a surge of adrenal or excitement. If you do that activity with your partner, the arousal or adrenaline produced by that other activity can actually get transferred to your partner or relationship.'"
"See! It's telling us to have sex! It's in the pamphlet. Which means, it should be smart to listen." My hand reaches out to rub her thigh and she snatches away from me.
Step 5: Keep costs low and benefits high.
"'The first four steps focus on adding or bolstering the positives in your relationship. This step focuses on keeping costs low. Based on study and other literature, a happy couple has a 5 to 1 ratio. That is, they have five positive feelings or experiences to every one negative feeling or experience. It isn't that you need to approach your relationship with a calculator. But it's important to audit your relationship regularly and consider the costs and benefits. Many couples assume that there should be a balance between the pros and cons. If you have the positives in your right hand and the costly behaviors in your left hand, make sure your right goes way down, so The positive things really need to outweigh the negatives. Research also suggests that there are six top costly behaviors: constant fighting, miscommunication, household chores, jealousy, keeping secrets and not getting along with a partner's family.'"
"Is this done yet?" I whine and she kicks my leg with her foot.
"'You can audit your relationship by essentially making a traditional pros and cons list. Take a piece of paper, and draw a line down the middle. On the left side, write down all the positive emotions and behaviors connected to your partner and relationship. On the right side, jot down all the negative emotions and behaviors associated with your partner and relationship. Again, Make sure the left side is always much longer in length and quantity than the right side. Ask your partner to do this, too.'"
"Well. That was nice." I toss the paper on the floor and grab her, laying her on the table. "Now I need breakfast." I smile widely and she squeals as I press my lips to her exposed tummy.
"Daddy! You need to take this stuff seriously." She giggles, sitting up.
"Baby." I groan, stepping away.
"Please? For me." She gives me the puppy dog face and I sigh, stomping my foot.
"Fine." I huff and she squeaks and pounces on me, wrappings her legs around my waist, peppering my face with kisses.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She squeezes me tightly. "This is gonna be great, Mistah J. It really is. Oh, we're gonna be good as new in no time!" She kisses my cheek before pulling away. "I gotta tell Ivy!" She hops up and down and dashes to the plants room.
There's a knock on the door, and I go to open it. I'm met by Johnny's face and I furrow my brows when he holds something out to me.
"From Lucy. Is Hady back yet?"
"Nope. She's with Jason." I grumble, opening the letter from my daughter roughly at the mention of the pest that is Jason Todd.
I walk back into the house and my smile grows wide.
Dear Daddy and Mommy,
You should know that I'm not actually writing this, Nina is, or Abuelita. Point is, Esther is writing it for me because I can't write very pretty like she can. And pretty people deserve pretty letters so here you go.
Daddy, I love you and miss you more than mommy. Mommy, I miss you too but you're Daddy's my favorite, just like I know he's your favorite, too.
Anyway, I'm fine. You should be happy to know that besides the fact I have been eating ice cream every night for dinner for the past week, I have managed to dodge the bullet of diabetes. Promise to make my eating habits better. I also promise to stop putting quarters in the garbage disposal but hey, I have to get my laughing off my chest somehow.
I'm very pretty, as always, so not much has changed about the way I look since you left but I am sadder than I was when you were home. I love you and I miss you and I can't wait to see you again.
Love,
Lucyfer.
ps – when you do bust out of there, bring home some ice cream:)
"I'm about to go give this to Hadlynn." Johnny tells me and I nod, waving him off.
Only a second after Johnny leaves, there's another knock on the door.
"Christ, people." I grumble, opening the door to see Crane. "What the hell do you want?"
"Oh, I came to talk to Harley."
"Why would you need to talk to my Harley?" I narrow my eyes.
"Oh, dear…well…" he chuckles. "This is awkward."
"Excuse me?" I raise a brow.
"Well, I just assumed – since you two are still together – that she told you she kissed me and you forgave her. I see now you're still together because you didn't even know."
V•I•T•A•N•I
{Flashback – 3 Years Ago}
"No! You know he's a complete creep! I'm not even givin' him a chance to get Hady alone! You know he's got the hots for her, Mistah J!" I hear Harley screech.
"Distraction. She'll be posing as a distraction." He replies in a sigh.
"You don't need a distraction. You all on your own are pretty convincing. This punk owes you money, then he owes you money. You shouldn't have to use distractions to get it back. You should just walk in there and threaten glow his fuckin' brains on the Wall if he don't give it up." She states sternly and I furrow my brows, expecting J to slap her at her tone but there's another low sigh from him.
"I'm not arguing with you. You can either help me or stay at home. I don't care at this point. Hadlynn's not gonna need her older sister breathing down her damn neck the rest of her life. Stop acting like she can't defend herself if he were to take things too far." He scoffs, walking out the room. I rush back to my room so he doesn't know I was eavesdropping.
Later that night, Johnny parks outside Halfwit and hands me a small earpiece.
"We'll tell you when we're done." He says lowly. "Don't fuck this up, Hadlynn." He narrows his eyes.
"Yes, Johnny." I reply with a small nod.
I get out and walk in through the back, met by the harsh and threatening eye contact of J from where he and Harley are gathered with some others discussing business.
Ronnie, the owner of the club, isn't with them, which is a good sign.
I walk carefully to the bar, ignoring the gazes of the hungry men that are wasting money that should be spent on their families, on naked women who dry hump poles and married men for a living.
"What can I get for you?" Eliza, probably the most clothed woman in the place, asks me eagerly. "Myx Moscato?"
"Straight Vodka." I rub my forehead.
"Damn, straying away from your usual, everything alright?" She places the bottle on the counter.
"Not at all." I reply, about to pull my money out.
"That won't be necessary, Lynn." A sharp voice pins my ears and I tense up. Only one person had ever called me that, and it got on my last nerve. "I'd never make a queen pay for her own drinks." He presses a kiss to my hand. "And how are we doing?"
"Ronnie." I smile fakely, so tempted to snatch my hand away, but I don't.
Humor him.
"I'm doing pretty rough."
"Oh, no. Care to tell me?" He brushes a curl from my cheek and I shudder a little.
"Marriage troubles is all." I lie.
"Awe, my poor, poor Lynnie." He shakes his head. "Do you want to talk about it?"
If you say yes, he'll offer somewhere more private to talk, you'll keep him busy while J does the exchange with Ronnie's right hand man.
"If you don't mind." I even bat my lashes for extra effect and he smiles creepily.
"Can we go somewhere more private?" He raises a brow.
I nod, and he takes my hand, leading me to the door that leads to a hallway that holds several rooms.
My eyes lock with J's and I give him a slight nod before turning back to Ronnie.
He leads me into one of the rooms and locks the door behind him.
My body tenses at the action and I clench my jaw briefly. I shouldn't be nervous, I'm usually not – being that I'm used to being trapped in rooms with strange men at Joker's demand to be bait for something – but an uneasy feeling rolls through my gut for some odd reason.
His gaze flickers to the bed for a moment and he's walking to me slowly.
"Why're you really uneasy, Lynn?" He asks curiously.
"I told you. I'm having marriage problems."
"I'm sure you are being that Johnny walked out of here last night with one of my girls on his Arm and went back to the motel 6 down the road but that doesn't mean you're not upset about something else."
His words make my heart sink. Johnny wasn't helping Joker, he was fucking a whore.
And I damn myself for feeling tears prick my eyes because of it.
"Awe, Lynn." Ronnie brushes his thumb over the tear that spills and he kisses my forehead. "I'll kill him if you want me to." He offers.
"It's fine." I smile a little and he pulls me closer.
"Then how else can I get your mind off things for a few minutes?" He whispers lowly and I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
"Hady, we need more time." Harley's voice barely sounds in my ear, but I hear it fine. "Clear ya throat if you caught that?"
They can hear everything through my earpiece without me pressing a button or anything so I clear my throat a little and I hear her mumble something to J.
Ronnie took me clearing my throat as a signal to back off and he steps back a little, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I'm sorry, I didn't…"
I don't hear a word he's saying because commotion on the other end of my earpiece sounds and Harley's voice sounds clearly.
"Buy us time, J's Poundin' this pigs face in."
"I didn't mean to scare you off or anything." I walk closer to him.
"You didn't. It takes a lot to scare me."
That explains why he's still screwing J over.
"I'm just…not used to being around a man who isn't constantly hitting me."
Victim card. Works every time.
"I'd never hurt you." He comes closer to me, his lips inches from mine.
"I know." I sigh out, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me. "Thank you."
I want to gauge my eyes out and my ears off but it's working.
He sweeps his thumb over my bottom lip and kisses me.
Despite the fact that he's older than J and creepy to the biggest extent, he's not very hard to look at for his age. Which makes it easier for me to continue to play this little game.
"Okay, Hady, we're good. Come on." Harley's voice tells me, but I don't care.
He moves me to the bed, pushing me down.
"Hady?" Harley asks me.
I ignore her, my hands running through his hair, instead.
He kisses my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin.
"Hadlynn?" Harley asks again.
I ignore her again, my legs wrapping around his waist.
His tongue brushes against my skin and I moan softly.
"Hadlynn!" Harley sounds worried now.
I ignore her again, snatching the zipper of my dress down my side and he pulls it from over my head. I grin at him, unbuttoning his shirt as fast as I can.
"Vitani!" Joker suddenly screams through the earpiece.
I groan and rip it out of my ear and throw it across the room, my tongue and Ronnie's intertwined.
I moan, my back arching and he lets out a low growl as my crotch grinds into his.
"Vitani!" The door bursts open and Ronnie is yanked from me.
"The fuck is goin' on here?" Harley hisses to him.
I'm pulled up from the bed suddenly and it takes me a second to realize that J was the one who did it, and he's peering down at me angrily as some of his guys have their guns trained on Ronnie.
"We're leaving. Now."
"What the fuck was that?!" He screams when we get back to the house.
Everyone is staring at us and he rubs his face.
"Everyone leave." He orders.
All his henchmen leave, Johnny curls his lip in anger and Harley looks at me worriedly before leaving.
"Tell me you weren't doing what I know you were doing." He says in a growl and I shake. "When I told you I wanted you to distract for a few minutes, I didn't mean fuck him."
"We didn't—"
"No but that's exactly what you were going to do if I wouldn't have intervened."
"And What a savior you are for it." I spit back venomously.
"If you're gonna start fucking everyone and their brother, at least let me know beforehand so I can name my price!" He barks back.
Did he just…?
"So you wouldn't hesitate to turn me out like some fucking trick?" I narrow my eyes.
"If the shoe fits, wear it!" He screams. "If you have no problem screwing men you don't even fucking know, then by all means, screw them! Just let me get in on the profits because God knows there's a lot of men that would cut one of their balls out to even have you acknowledge their existence! So why not get something other than STD's in return for you spreading your legs so easily now!" He's shaking.
I don't know why he's mad exactly. The fact I was screwing around on the job, literally, or the fact that I almost slept with a complete stranger. And a creep at that.
"If Harley did something like that, you wouldn't even be acting like she existed right now. You'd be in your office, ignoring her. So I don't know why the hell you're getting all over—"
"If Harley pulled some shit like that, the bitch would be dead." He spits. "And she wouldn't even do anything like that to begin with, not even if she hated me." He shakes his head. "She'd never ignore orders, she'd never initiate sex between her and a man she barely fucking knows! What if we wouldn't have interrupted you two? What if you would have decided to stop and what if he didn't stop? I know you can take care of yourself but Hadlynn, he's bigger than me weight wise! You wouldn't have been able to push him off you! Do you want to be raped again? Because you took your earpiece out, we wouldn't have been able to hear anything, you were getting him all riled up – men don't like it when you get them hard and then don't tend to it – and you had your guard down! You would've been fucked – literally – if you decided not to go through with it, and we didn't go in there. I don't like you. You're the biggest pain in my neck I'll ever have but I don't like people touching what's not theirs, more. That's why I'm so upset. Because you let that sleaze ball…" he trails off. "You're married!"
Johnny. I never even thought about what he'd do to me. I'm dead.
"Don't let this shit happen again. A. – because you should never let your guard down on a job and B. – because Me or Harley or one of the guys ain't always gonna be around to get you out of stuff like that." He points a finger at me. "You're dismissed."
{Present}
"Good morning." Jason smiles at me and I look at him briefly in the mirror.
"Morning." I wipe my tears and get my shit together rather quickly, but not quick enough.
"Hey," he turns me around to face him. "What's wrong?" He wipes my tears and they keep coming. "Hadlynn, talk to me."
"I miss my family." I admit to him and his face falls.
"We kinda have a family of our own now, though."
"It's not the same." I shaky my head.
"It'll take some time to get used to it, yeah, but—"
"That's the thing, Jason. I–I don't want to get used to it. I want my family." I snap suddenly, my voice thick with tears. "I want My sister, and I want Joker and even Johnny and Danny and Roscoe and Rocco and even that god forsaken dick that runs around in the Panda suit with the automatic." My voice breaks and he stares at me, disappointed, but also like he feels bad.
"Hadlynn, I understand you weren't expecting any of this to happen. But that's my baby. That's our baby." He shakes his head slowly. "I can't let you live with them and raise our kid around them."
"I'm not…so sure it's…it-it's…"
"It's what?" He furrows his brows. "Hadlynn?"
"Me and Johnny—" he cuts me off, slapping me so hard I'm on the floor.
Of course me and Johnny didn't do anything, but there was no way Jason was gonna let me walk away without a fight, knowing I was pregnant with his kid. So I did what I had to.
And it was working.
I just didn't expect him to slap me.
"Get out." He tells me painfully.
"Jaso—"
"Get. Out. And don't come back." He spits.
"Jason."
"GET OUT!" He shakes angrily and I see tears in his eyes.
"FINE!" I scream back, stomping to the door. I open it and I'm face to face with Johnny.
"Hey, Vinny sent—"
"You son of a bitch." I hear Jason growl before a gunshot rings out and Johnny's grips my shoulder to keep from falling.
Jason shot him in the thigh, dangerously close to his groin, which I know Jason was aiming for.
"Jason!"
"Move." He orders me, cocking the hammer back again.
"You might wanna listen to your little girlfriend, Bird." Johnny groans.
"I'm killing you." Jason replies sharply.
"No, you're not." I snap back sternly. "Jason, please. Can we please talk this over." I beg him.
"I'm done talking, Vitani. Talking is the only reason he's still alive! I've already killed his boss."
"Look a there." Johnny scoffs. "He's just as stupid as I suspected."
"That's it—" I grab Jason's gun before he can shoot Johnny.
"You wait out here." I order Johnny.
I shut the door and turn back to Jason.
"Jason—"
"Don't. Don't even try. I know everything you're about to say is all lies and I'm sick of it!" He slams his hand down on the counter.
"Jason," I say lower, sliding my hand up his arm. "Please. I love you, I love you so much and I don't want to lose you. Please just let me go over to stay with my sister and I promise I'll come back and see you every now and then and I'll call you every night."
"You're not welcome here anymore, Vitani. There's nothing to negotiate. Get the fuck out." He tries to get away from me, but I refuse; pulling his lips to mine. He protests, shoving me off of him and I can't help but laugh.
"I know you're just aching to smack the hell out of me like you did earlier." I raise a brow. "So why not just fuck the hell out of me instead? It'd hurt just as bad if you do it the right way."
"You're just as crazy as them." He comes to a realization and I step closer to him.
"There's plenty of method to our madness, I assure you."
"Get. Out."
"You don't really want me out, do you? I mean, your mouth is telling me one thing." I have him pinned to the counter, my stomach pressed against his abdomen. "But your head is telling me something completely different." I grab him roughly and he grits his teeth. "Please, Jason? Just one last time before I go back?" I bite my lip, something I know drives him crazy and he growls in the back of his throat and I welcome the rough shove that he brings to me, making my back pop when it hits the counter. He's pulling my shorts down and unzipping his pants.
He pushes into me and I moan loudly, raking my hands through his hair. His thrusts are fast and hard, leaving bruises no doubt. And I welcome them, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"I hate you." He seethes in my ear.
"No you don't." I argue in the same tone. "I'd be dead if you did." I grab his chin and push my tongue into his mouth. He accepts it greedily, making me whimper. His lips trail down to my neck and my eyes glance at the door to see Johnny watching us.
I should feel embarrassed or scream at him to get out and give us privacy, instead I smile widely and don't break eye contact.
He looks angry. Pissed that someone's got their hands all over his wife. It reminds me of the look he gave me that night I almost had consensual sex with Ronnie.
Johnny was jealous and mad at me, and if his face was an indicator of anything, it was that I'd be sorry for rubbing this in his face.
But fuck it. I didn't care at the time. I had my current boyfriend buried to the hilt in me, building up a consuming fire in me that was about to release, all while my ex watched in his own personal hell.
When my orgasm came, I rested my head against Jason's shoulders and when he finished, he pulled out and spilled on the floor.
He grabbed me from the counter and practically drags me to the door by my hair before he throws me out and slams the door in my face.
I look up at Johnny, who followed him out, who's brown eyes still burn into mine and I laugh.
"Wonder what's pissed in his cornflakes." I get up and pull my shorts up my legs. "What?" I ask him and he sighs.
"I thought we might actually try to fix things." He says lowly.
"Ha! Fix things?! I'm pregnant with another man's baby, the same man I literally just fucked in front of you! Not to mention the three years of abuse and cheating and all the other bullshit! We're beyond fixing, Johnny!" I laugh harder. "You're just easy sex at this point."
I have no clue what's possessed me to change so suddenly in the last hour, but a part of me doesn't like it.
But I don't like what Johnny replies with, even more.
"That why you started fucking with Jason in the first place? Joker labeled you as easy sex so to piss him off you went to Jason?"
"Where the hell would you get that idea?"
"He told me the whole thing, Hadlynn. He screwed you first, to get to Harley, and then he discarded you when Harley finally granted herself to him."
Fuck that damn lie.
I expected J to already tell Johnny it was bullshit to begin with, clearly Joker thinks it's funny himself or he wouldn't still be playing along.
"Oh, I assure you, I walked away from him."
"And what makes you think I believe that?" He raises a brow.
"You clearly believe everything else you've heard about it." I push past him and he follows closely behind, having to take his tie off at some point as a tourniquet for his leg.
UPDATE! I tried to stay away and have a break, I really did but you guys…it's impossible with all the SS stuff coming out.
xMariana:
PORTUGAL OH MY GOD ACCENTS! (I love accents. They're pretty to me) I've come to find out I have fans all over the world and it makes me happy. Thank you so, so, so much from the bottom of my heart for your support and for the love you have shown me. I love you too all the way from America and I hope you liked this chapter:)
Guest:
Stuff like that will be happening next chapter. Can't tell you what all happens but it's a lot. Jason's insanity will get worse because the pit did change him (clearly or else he wouldn't have slapped Hadlynn) so it'll be fun to write and hopefully exciting and fun to read. Thank you and I hope you liked the chapter.
Guest:
WHY WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT?! I'm just kidding but that is kinda hard because Killing Joke and Death In The Family are both two of my favorites but Killing Joke definitely has to be my favorite out of the two because the way it was illustrated and the Joker's joke at the end:) plus it's dark. I mean him beating Jason to death practically was dark too but he crippled Barbara and took pretty not-so-tasteful pictures of her and then kidnapped Gordon and then showed him his own daughters naked pictures while she was paralyzed and bleeding heavily and he didn't even know Barbara was Batgirl which kind of makes it better. I feel bad for liking that one so much but it's my favorite. Both were very difficult to write because I didn't just want to write it but then have it not serve its justice to the comics. So far I haven't gotten anything negative from Jason's death or Barbara being paralyzed so I think I did a descent job of writing them in. The Robin tattoo is there definitely but hasn't been mentioned but it will be in the next chapter actually because it ties into something else. I love answering questions, don't apologize for asking them, I'm perfectly fine with it:) thank you for your support, I hope you liked this chapter.
**Im about to rant. But it's a good rant**
If you haven't seen the trailers for each individual character what the fuck are you doing with your fucking life. For those of you who have seen the ones that have been released so far…OH MY LANTA. OH. MY. LAN. TA. CAN I JUST SAY HOW SLICK JOKER AND HARLEY ARE IN THIS FUCKING MOVIE?! CAN I?! IM WATCHING HARLEY'S TRAILER AND SHE KICKING THIS SCALEY EYEBALL THINGS ASS (BEING A BADASS AS ALWAYS) ALL THE SUDDEN THIS BITCH WHIP OUT A PHONE (I DOUBT SHE SUPPOSED TO HAVE IT) AND SHE GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM J SAYING "IM CLOSE BE READY" AND SHE FINISH FUCKING THIS CREATURE THATS IN THE ELEVATOR UP AND SHE JUST STRUT OUT WHEN THE ELEVATOR STOPS, AINT SAY SHIT TO THE REST OF THE SQUAD ABOUT JOKER AND JUST WIGGLES HER LIL ASS RIGHT THROUGH THE GROUP. LIKE DAMN BITCH. WHATCHU GOT PLANNED WITH DADDY THO?! SLICK AS FUCK.
AND THEN JOKERS OH MY CHEESE AND RICE. YALL. ITS CLEAR TO ME THAT THIS MAN LOVES THIS WOMEN. FIRST OFF HIS DAMN VOICE IN THE BEGINNING WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO JOHNNY AND HES LIKE "WHERE IS SHE?" YOU CAN TELL HE IS DONE WITH PEOPLES SHIT, HE GOT DONE HAVING A DAMN BREAKDOWN CAUSE HE WANT WIFEY BACK (I MEAN ITS HARLEY QUINN WHOS MARGOT ROBBIE SO WHO WOULDN'T WANT HER BACK) AND ALL HE WANTS IS TO JUST GET HIS GIRL BACK. AND THEN YOU GOT FUCKING ALPHA DOUCHE BAG (WHAT A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE CALLING IKE BARINHOLTS CHARACTER CAUSE HES THE DOUCHEY SECURITY GUARD AT THE PRISON THAT CAUSES DUMB SHIT TO HAPPEN) ABOUT TO GET FUCKED. UP. BY JOKER WHICH IS SOMETHING I WILL BE FUCKING PRAISING JESUS DURING BECAUSE I AINT LIKE ALPHA DOUCHE BAG. I DONT. LIKE. HIM. AND SPEAKING OF HIM THE FUCK IS HE DOING CALLING HARLEY "HOTTY"?! NAH AH. BACK THE FUCK UP. GOT ME FUCKED UP. THAT IS BABY GIRL/WIFEY/QUEEN AND NONE OF THAT IS YOURS. FUCCC YOU MEAN "HOTTY" UGHH. AND THEN YOU GOT JOKER AND HARLEY KISSING WHICH I ORGASMED ON SIGHT BECAUSE A. JOKER AND HARLEY B. JARED AND MARGOT. AND C. IF YOU LOOK AT HIS FACE RIGHT BEFORE THEY KISS, HE LOOKS SO FUCKING HAPPY AND RELIEVED AND HE LOOKING AT HER LIKE I LOOK AT CUTE ANIMALS THAT I LOVE. I SWEAR ON MY GOLD FISH. HE LOVES HER. AND THEN YOU GOT A WIDER VIEW OF HIM IN HIS CIRCLE OF KNIVES AND OTHER SHIT HAVING HIS DAMN BREAKDOWN AND YOU SEE UMMMM A PINK BABY ONSIE AND UMMM A BLUE BABY ONSIE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO? THEY FUCKING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND THEN YOU GOT HIM IN THAT BLACK AND WHITE TUX (GOT ME FEELIN SOME TYPE OF WAY) AND HE GOT HIS ARMS OPEN AND HE LIKE "COME ON, BABY" IN THAT DAMN FUCKING DEEP, CREEPY BUT SEXY AS FUCK VOICE (I ASUME HES TALKING TO HARLEY BECAUSE HES WEARING THE SAME SUIT WHEN THEY KISS) AND BY THIS POINT HE SAY THAT SHIT AND IM LIKE "YAAAAAAAAAAAAS, DADDY!" OH MY LANTA. AND YOU KNOW THEY ABOUT TO BE SEPARATED ALL OVER AGAIN AND SO IM DYIN OVER THAT AND IM GONE BE A PUSSY AND CRY WHEN THEY DO BECAUSE SHES LIKE NEMO AND HES LIKE MARLIN AND HE BEEN LOOKIN FOR NEMO FOREVER AND THEY FINALLY FIND EACH OTHER AND NEMO IS ABOUT TO BE TAKEN BACK AND PUT BACK IN THE FISH TANK AND ITS FRUSTRATING BECAUSE NEMO AND MARLIN LOVE EACH OTHER AND NEMO DONT NEED TO BE PUT IN A FISH TANK…ANYWAY HIS WHOLE TRAILER AND HARLEY'S, FRIED MY CHICKEN AND ROASTED MY TATORS. IM SATISFIED. I AINT GOT NO MORE DOUBTS ABOUT THIS MOVIE.
Okay. My rant is over with. I'm good. I'm gucci. I'm happy. I love y'all. Let me know what y'all thought of the chapter and these trailers because I AM DYING OVER HERE.