On a Saturday morning both Harley and Joker woke to the sound of an alarm clock next to their bed. Jack hit the clock and checked the time. "Ugh nine thirty….hey sweets, what are you making for breakfast?" Harley looked at him with no expression. "I don't know puddin. I'm gonna be preparing our home for a visit from my parents." Joker took a second to process that information. "Wait when was the last time you reminded me?" Harley giggled. "I told you last night, remember." "How can I forget, we had sex after dinner and while a Friends marathon on tbs started." "Yeah I told you at that time when Chandler tells Monica he loved her while she was wearing a raw chicken on her head with exaggerated yellow sunglasses." "Hey that was during an unfair moment of the night, your left breast was in my mouth." "So I distracted you huh?" She formed a small smirk. "Fine but this weekend you'll need to assist me in my goal of not going insane from a weekend visit with my parents. I'll make it worth your time Mistah J." Taking a couple moments to reflect her offer, accepting the proposition, the idea of getting to know his future in-laws a little better wouldn't be the worst thing. "How bad could it be love, exactly how many Jewish jokes is too many by their standards?" "I guess don't pull off an oven joke when I'm cooking more than once a day." "How hard could it be?" She felt him up a little before jerking him off. "You like that huh?" She immediately stopped. "There, I started you off and now you can finish yourself off. I gonna start cleaning the bathroom. For breakfast, there might be a box of Pop-tarts in the cabinet next to the bread box." She stepped out of bed and went to their walk-in-closet to get dressed in some work clothes. Returning to Jack in the bed, he was just in bed feeling himself, taking some time. Harley just stared at him, wanting him to dust the house. "What? You left me to my own devices." "Oy vey." She got down on her knees put his dick in her mouth. Ten minutes passed and still nothing came out. "I'm waiting Mistah J," said while jerking him off with her moist hands. "We need to get to work puddin so cum in my mouth now!" He was taken about slightly yet even more turned on. "Honey hold on." He stood and began to ferociously fuck her face. The sound of her gagging helped him reach towards climax. "Here's some homemade cream, ah fuck!" She jerked him while he sprayed a thick load into her mouth. After the action was performed she opened her mouth slightly to show the allotment of his load. Immediately she closed it back again and swallowed the thick load of sploosh. "Thank you sweets." Harley stood back up and gave him a kiss. "I'll need you to get out the Swiffer Sweeper and dust around our home." "I'll get to it."
"Thank you." Jack went into the walk-in-closet to put on some older clothes to wear while performing house chores. Two hours passed with the couple going from one task to another. Joker cleared off the tables in the dining room and living room, moving the debris that wasn't trash worthy to their bedroom. This was before dusting around the entire home. All the while Harley prepared the guest room after finishing the bathroom and kitchen. She paid more attention to the kitchen due to her mother's history of passive aggression in the realm of culinary cuisine. Harley was aware of her lacking in that traditional feminine quality however she felt insulted when her mother brought it up. To try to impress her mother, she decided to make a simple yet delicious dish. The main course will be a Jewish style braised brisket with onions and carrots. A side course of kugel with some flatbread and hummus. The attempt to bring a Middle Eastern feel for the evening. The clock was displaying the time of 12:46 p.m. Joker strode into the kitchen wearing his home improvement clothes. Nothing special, a simple steel grey Hanes t-shirt with old black polo shorts. Semi-complimenting with a pair of rugged brown loafers he got from a Target. He wanted to catch a whiff of the multiple aroma's he's assisted with, specifically with the flatbread and hummus. Jack remembered having this in a restaurant he co-owned with a Palestinian benefactor. He learned from the head chef into making of hummus and flatbread. A simple pairing but even hummus can be tainted with too much tahini sauce and bread can still be burned. The kugel and brisket was assembled simply by following an old recipe Harley found in her mother's recipe box. He was able to help prep the dish while Harley cleared the kitchen counter and acquired the plates and silverware, later assembling them onto the dining table. "Hmmm smells great. Here have a taste." Jack took a piece of the flatbread and scooped up some of his hummus. He placed the snack on her tongue. "A little salty but I think my father will enjoy it." "Doesn't your father have high blood pressure?" "Yeah he uses it as a bargaining chip to get his way as well as in a spiteful manner against my mother." "Your parents are coming late in the afternoon right?" "Well they decided to take a later flight in order to give me some time to prep. I think it's unnecessary to still do this. The last time they decided to come to Gotham for a visit was four years ago. At the time I was starting my graduate studies in a small duplex with two female roommates trying to attain their doctorates in similar subjects. They ultimately decided to stay at a hotel when my father saw the other girls panties hanging over the shower handles in the bathroom, not that they announced coming to visit from Seattle in the first place. At least now times have changed."
"For the better I'm guessing." Jack twirled her around and she landed into his embrace. "That is correct, I have a wonderful job helping those suffering with mental illness, experience the spontaneity within Gotham rogues gallery as a part of the unpredictable underground scene, enjoy the benefits of a laissez faire lifestyle, and be with the love of my life, in the coupling of soon holy matrimony we get to spend the rest of our lives together, us against the world, I wouldn't trade that for anything so yeah, I'd like to think I'm in a better place now." The sound of the oven gave off a ding.
"Looks like the oven is done preheating. Mind passing me the Brisket?"
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