!WARNING!

Extreme sexual content and crudeness ahead! If this bothers you, please skip this chapter!

After about a week of run-ins with Nitros, and many unsuccessful attempts at taking him out, Joker was on edge, and livid with just about anyone who even looked at him funny. The only one who was spared his rage was Ollivya, with even Harley getting a stern look or tone every now and then. The clown had been wracking his brain for any ideas on who Nitros could be, as each time the man had shown up, he'd revealed more and more about Joker's past life. Down in the basement, he'd been working on something at his workbench, and one of the henchmen made the mistake of teasing him about the new hero, and had promptly been shot in the head, brains and blood splattering on the metal table.

"Fuck…now I have to clean this up…"

Growling and throwing the screwdriver he'd been holding across the room, he stood and picked up a bucket. Filling it with water and soap, he grabbed a sponge and moved to the table. Having heard the gunshot, Harley descended the steps and entered the room, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed.

"Puddin? What'd he do to deserve that?"

"Go back upstairs, Harley."

Lifting an eyebrow, the woman ignored his request and stepped forward, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. Feeling the touch, he jerked said shoulder from under her hand and shot her a glare from the corner of his eye before going back to his task.

"I said go back upstairs."

"Ugh, y`know what, fine. Have fun down here with yourself, JACK."

A sudden growl escaped the King of crime, and he turned, immediately reaching out and tangling his hand in Harley's hair, yanking her head back.

"What the fuck did you just call me?"

The grip in her hair caused a surprised, slightly pained gasp to escape her lips, and she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. When she didn't provide an answer, Joker grabbed the back of her shirt and practically threw her back against the table behind her. Grunting when she felt the table, thankfully wet with water now instead of blood, she gasped again when she found herself face-to-face with a VERY agitated clown.

"Puddin I…."

A hand on her throat cut off her speech, as well as the majority of her air supply. Angry gray eyes burned into her green ones, and his lips turned up into a sneer. Afraid to move, Harley stayed in place, even when he released her neck and turned away from her. Stepping back, Joker moved over to his workbench and started digging through cabinets and drawers. Once the Queen of crime gathered enough nerve to speak again, her voice was soft and timid for once.

"Mistah J?"

He didn't answer, but stopped digging around when he found what he was looking for. Turning around again, he hooked a finger at her and she immediately stepped forward to stand in front of him.

"You've made me a very angry man, and now, you're gonna pay for it."

Harley gulped involuntarily, having experienced Joker's anger full-force early on in their relationship. Putting a hand on top of her head, he pushed and she dropped to her knees, peering up at him. Again swallowing audibly, the woman reached out with slightly shaking hands, carefully unfastening his pants and pulling them down slightly. Cold gray eyes watched her every move, hand tangling in her hair as she leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. Growling, the man tightened his hand in her hair and pulled her head forward more. Giving a soft groan despite the circumstances, Harley closed her eyes and took him into her mouth. Joker let a low growl escape him again and he let his eyes fall shut halfway.

Wincing as his grip on her hair again tightened, she simply held still as his hips started moving. Peering up at him, hoping to see his anger lifted at least a little bit, she was met with a sneer. Dropping her eyes again, she scrunched the shut a bit when she felt the tip of his erection brush the back of her throat. Joker shifted his grip a bit, now holding her head with both hands, hips never slowing from the quick, somewhat harsh pace he set. Despite knowing that he would never actually kill her, and that he would more than likely feel horrible after he calmed down later, Harley felt fear growing in her mind as her air supply was repeatedly blocked off. After a few more moments, he released her hair and stepped back, causing his Queen to take a deep breath and stare up at him.

"Get up."

Scrambling to her feet at his tone, green eyes met gray, and a gun barrel met her forehead. Her eyes widened and a slight whimper escaped her.

"Mistah J, please…."

A sharp growl was his response, and she immediately closed her mouth, biting her lower lip.

"Turn around, and bend over like a good girl."

"But I…."

"NOW."

Again closing her mouth, Harley turned her back to him and leaned forward, resting her arms and chest on the cold metal table that now sat horizontal like a normal table. Feeling his hands on her hips, gentle for a brief moment, caused a light sigh to escape her, before it was replaced by a surprised squeak as he brought a hand down on her butt cheek. The sudden sting, and lingering pain, caused her to bite her lip and clench her eyes. Normally, Harley enjoyed their rough, kinky games, but when the man was genuinely angry with her, it wasn't quite as enjoyable. Joker pulled a knife from his coat and sliced her shorts from her body, along with her underwear, watching as both fluttered to the ground. The barrel of his gun, that had been pressed to her forehead, now rested against the back of her head.

"Move, and I'll blow your brains out. Understood?"

"Yes daddy..."

"Good girl…"

Again, the King of crime brought a hand down on her rear end, smirking when she again whimpered. Pulling his loose tie from around his neck, he tied a slipknot in it and lopped it around her neck, cinching it down tight before shoving himself into her. Feeling the sudden tightness around her neck, the woman panicked a bit, reaching up towards the tie. A sharp snap of his hips and a growl caused her to freeze.

"I didn't say you could move, did I? Put your hand back down."

"I…I'm sorry."

A snort was his response, and his hips snapped forward again, keeping his pace quick and harsh. His hand pulled on the tie around her neck, pulling her head back and nearly cutting off her air supply completely. She clenched her eyes shut and let out soft squeaks every time he pushed into her, not able to make much more of a noise thanks to the tightness on her neck. Before long, his free hand rested on her lower back, nails digging into the skin, leaving red marks. Unable to move due to his harsh thrusts, she tried to let her forehead rest on the cool metal in front of her. When Joker saw this, he yanked hard on the tie, momentarily blocking her air flow and causing her lips to open in a silent scream.

"Stop moving, damn it."

Quickly nodding, Harley took a breath when his grip loosened just enough to let her get some air. Despite the slight pain in her body from the rough treatment, it wasn't long before the Queen of crime felt her release approaching. When he felt her start to tense, he pushed into her and froze, leaning over her back and growling in her ear.

"Don't you dare…"

"I…don't think I…"

"You cum before I tell you to, you're dead."

Biting her lip again, Harley clenched her eyes shut as he started to move again. Fighting off her release was one of the hardest things she'd ever done in her life, and feeling him still pounding into her was threatening to break her resolve. The low, constant growl he seemed to be emitting from deep in his chest caused a soft whimper to escape her as her body started to tense against her wishes again. Joker again pushed in and stopped moving, leaning over again and biting down on her shoulder before speaking into her ear.

"Ask me nicely, and I might let you…"

"Please! I can't take any more…please, daddy…please let me cum…"

A low growl again slipped from his lips and he started to move his hips again, digging his fingers into her skin.

"Do it…cum for me…"

Hearing his words, Harley stopped fighting and her body tensed, shaking hard with her release. Her muscles clenching around him caused the clown to reach his own release with a loud moan, pulling hard on the tie again, cutting off her air one last time. As soon as his body calmed down, he let go of the end of the tie, letting her reach up and loosen it, taking a deep breath of air and collapsing against the table. A loud moan escaped her as he slipped from her body and tucked himself back into his pants. Once he was situated, he pulled her up by the hair and grunted into her ear.

"Go clean yourself up. You're a mess. I don't want to see you out of our apartment the rest of the night."

"Yessir."

Taking the coat he offered her, as he still didn't want his men to see her body, she wrapped it around herself and fled upstairs to the apartment, suddenly glad Ollivya was with Deadshot and Zoe for the night. The pain coursing through her body finally got to her, and Harley collapsed onto the bed, his tie still draped loosely around her neck, and fell into the arms of sleep. Downstairs, Joker's anger had lessened considerably after the outlet of fucking his Queen senseless, and he winced a bit when his mind reasserted itself. Looking down at his hand, he sighed when he saw blood drying under his nails where he'd broken the skin of her waist, and he moved over to the sink to wash his hands.

AN: You were warned! My fiance gave me some ideas for this chapter, and I ran with it! Hope you guys enjoyed it, and it wasn't TOO smutty for you! Let me know if you'd like to see more like this in the future!