Another giggle escaped her as he literally hoisted her over his shoulder and carried her into their bedroom, locking the door as they walked away from it. Entering their room, he dropped her on the bed, letting her bounce a couple times before reaching down and pulling the six inch heels from her feet.
"I'll never understand how you walk in these damn things."
"You're also not a woman. Only women and drag queens are good at walking in heels."
Snorting, he dropped the shoes on the floor and climbed onto the bed with her, causing her to scoot back and rest her head on the pillow. Gently running his hands up her legs, Joker gripped the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. Harley laughed slightly as the fluffy white that lined said waistband tickled her skin on the way down. Rolling his eyes at the laugh, he pulled them from her feet and tossed them carelessly behind him. Sitting up, his Queen pushed the red velvet suit jacket from his shoulders and he tossed it to land on the chair next to the bed. She pressed her lips against the side of his neck while she unbuttoned his green dress shirt, it going to land on top of his jacket once it was off. Harley grinned at him when she noticed he wasn't tossing his clothes on the floor.
"What? It's new…and I really like it. Wouldn't want it to get ruined, now would I?"
Pushing his Queen back on the bed, Joker ran his hands up her sides and removed her shirt, throwing it to land with the shorts. Letting out a growl, he felt himself fully harden at the view he was presented with, as the woman had apparently thought underwear was too much of a hassle. Standing up, the King of Crime removed his belt and dropped it to the floor. Harley pushed his hands away when he started to unfasten his pants, before taking over and popping the button and pulling down the zipper. His pants and boxers fell to the floor as one, and she let out an involuntary moan. Stepping out of his pants puddle, and shoes, the clown grunted when he felt Harley wrap her fingers around him and stroke slowly. Looking up at him with a coy grin, she didn't waste any time as she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.
"Ah, fuck…"
After a moment, he locked eyes with his wife, a smug little grin curling his lips. The woman groaned at the look in her man's eyes, and slowly started to bob her head. Joker lowered a hand to the back of her head and gently gripped her hair, not breaking their eye contact. It wasn't long before his grip increased and he let out a low, gravely groan that turned into a growl when she pulled away. Moving to lay back on the bed, she rested her hands above her head and closed her eyes halfway.
"God damn you, woman…"
Within moments, Harley found her wrists pinned by one of his larger hands. Their lips met in a bruising kiss and his other hand ran down the length of her body, gently pushing her legs apart. Grinning against his lips, the woman wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his lower back. Adjusting his position a bit, Joker released her wrists and lowered one hand to her throat, the other resting on the bed beside her head. Shifting a bit more, it was only a few moments before he snapped his hips forward with a low growl, easily sliding into her. A somewhat choked moan escaped his Queen, thanks to his grip on her neck. Not quite pushing hard enough to cut off her air supply, he started up a hard, yet slow pace with his hips.
"Oh puddin…don't be gentle with me. Not this time!"
Not responding to her with words, the man released her neck and untangled her legs from his waist. Getting up from the bed, he looked down at her and smirked. Vanishing from the room, it was a few minutes before he returned with a rolled up piece of fabric. Harley pushed herself up on her elbows and watched carefully, biting her lip. Unrolling the fabric on the desk near-by, he turned back to her and reached out, grabbing her by the ankles and dragging her to the edge of the bed. Taking the hint, she stood up, only to be turned around and have her upper body pushed down on the bed again.
"You want me to be rough tonight, do you?"
"Mmmm hm…."
"You want to have to explain bruises tomorrow morning?"
"Maybe…"
Harley let out a loud groan when she felt his hand connect with her backside, leaving a pleasant sting behind. Lifting her head just a bit to try and look back at him, she found it immediately pushed back down to the mattress. A low growl escaped Joker as he ran his hand down her back, letting it slip down and rub against her for a brief moment. As soon as she started to move against his hand, he pulled it away with a low chuckle. A soft groan of disappointment reached his ears and he turned his gaze down to Harley.
"What was that?"
Instead of answering, the woman gave up on their game and stood up, turned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Using the bed as leverage, she jumped up and slipped her legs around his waist, falling back on the bed with him on top of her.
"Just fuck me."
A wicked little grin curled his lips as he peered down into her eyes for a few moments. Again disentangling her legs from his waist, he stood back up and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. It was only a few more moments before he'd pushed back into her, his fingers digging into the skin of her legs. A loud moan escaped his Queen, and her eyes fell shut as she pressed her head back into the mattress. He wasted no time in letting his body set the pace, harsh and fast. Leaning down, he clamped his teeth onto the skin over Harley's collar bone, biting down hard enough to leave a sure-fire mark the next morning. When he felt her nails dig into his back, followed by the feeling of blood pooling on his skin, he growled and let his teeth dig harder into her skin.
"Puddin…I…"
"Don't hold back, Harls."
Giving another load moan as he continued his harsh pace, the woman tangled her hand in his hair and pulled his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. His hands moved to her hips, and once again, her ankles locked behind him, her heels digging into his lower back. It wasn't long after, that both of them felt their releases approaching, with Harley's hitting first. The pair of clowns collapsed to the bed together, and eventually maneuvered themselves under the blankets. She rested her head on his chest and let out a yawn.
"I love you Mistah J."
"Mm…I love you too."
When the sun rose the next morning, Joker found himself awakened by the sound of obnoxiously loud Christmas music from the living room. Giving a low groan, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair, smoothing it back against his head. Stretching, he swung his feet over the side of the bed and made a face at the cold of the wood. Sliding into a pair of black slippers after he pulled on his sleep pants, he emerged into the living area. Sitting on the couch already, were Todd and Ollivya, the pair cuddling by the fire that Harley had lit.
"Mornin` puddin!"
"Morning…"
Moving over, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and grinned at him. His eyes landed on the tip of a dark bruise peeking out from under the neck of her shirt, and he smirked. Rolling his shoulders a bit once she released him, he hissed a bit at the sting on his back.
"You got me good, Harls. My back still stings from those nails of yours."
With a little giggle, she moved over to the couch and sat down, leaning back against the cushions. Shaking his head, he snatched a cup of coffee and stood at the kitchen counter, drinking it to wake himself up. Just as he finished and put the cup in the sink, a knock sounded at the apartment door. Lifting an eyebrow, he moved over and pulled said door open, smiling when he saw Deadshot, Zoe, Croc and Katana standing before him.
"What the hell are you guys wearing?"
"Harley insisted we dress 'Holiday Appropriate'."
"Feel like a Christmas Tree in this damn thing."
Joker let out a chuckle and stepped aside to let the four of them inside. Once they were all seated, and the clown had a shirt on, they were all introduced to Todd. Harley moved over and sat down next to the tree, starting to hand out the boxes nestled there. Everyone in the room received something, aside from Todd, who they'd only learned about the day before. Deadshot opened his gift from the King and Queen, and smirked a bit. Settled inside a long box with velvet lining, was a new, customized sniper rifle. Katana was given a new short sword and a set of throwing knives, all inscribed with the Kanji for vengeance. Croc was gifted a new, nicer, and custom leather jacket along with a giant shotgun.
"Hey, puddin`, don't forget about Livvy's main gift…"
"Ah! Right!"
When Ollivya looked up in confusion, Joker got up and moved off into another room. Coming back with a small, black box, he handed it to her with a smirk. Taking the box, she lifted an eyebrow at her father's expression, and when she took the lid off of it, her eyes widened. Situated inside, on a crushed red velvet lining, was a single key and remote.
"No way…"
"Look out the window."
Standing, the girl ran to the window and peered out, not noticing her parents moving to stand behind her. Sitting in the snow, with a giant red ribbon on the hood, was a deep blue mustang. The word 'Princess' in script on the side of the car in bright pink.
"Oh my god!"
"Like it?"
"LOVE it! Thanks mom, dad!"
Turning around, Ollivya wrapped her parents in a tight hug, insisting they go down so she could look at the car. Telling her to hold on, Harley left the room and came back with a similar box, holding it out to her husband with a cheeky grin. Blinking, he accepted the small box and opened it, seeing yet another key settled in this one.
"Harls? What's…"
"You'll see when we get downstairs."
Blinking, the group made their way down to the back of the club and stepped out into the cold and snow. Ollivya rushed forward to her car and unlocked it, getting in and looking everything over. Smiling at his daughter's reaction, Joker was tapped on the shoulder by his Queen. Turning, his eyes widened at seeing what she was gesturing towards. Settled under a large umbrella to keep the snow off, was a sleek purple motorcycle with green flames and numerous ha ha ha's scattered over the tank.
"Harley…"
"I know you had one before…so…I thought you might like it…"
Walking over to the bike, he ran his hand along the seat, and the highly glossed body. His finger traced the ha ha ha's, and the J scrawled on the gas tank cover. Turning to face his wife, he hooked a finger at her and motioned her over to him. Once there, he pulled her into his arms and leaned down, catching her in a loving kiss.
"This is amazing."
"I'm glad you like it."
"It's almost identical…how did you…"
"Well, your brother helped me with the color and style of the main bike…I took a few creative liberties though."
Looking over when Ollivya's car revved to life, he chuckled and slipped his arms around Harley's waist. She leaned back against him, laughing when, after a few minutes, she turned it off again and ran over to them, locking both of them in the tightest hug imaginable. The group moved back inside, and after a bit of thought, Joker pulled Todd aside into his office before they joined the others upstairs.
"We don't have anything for you, since Ollivya didn't tell us about you until day before yesterday. From what I saw, all the money you earn at the shooting range goes to your father's drinking habit, yes?"
"Ah, pretty much, yeah."
"Well…I'd like to offer you a job. I find myself in need of a bit more security for the club."
"A job? Really?"
"Yeah. I know you can't make that much where you are now, and if that little view into your home life is anything to go by, you need to get out of there."
"I…thank you, J. I really appreciate it!"
"Don't worry about it. You can start tonight."
Nodding, the young man smiled, and the two of them rejoined Harley and Ollivya upstairs. Todd excitedly told her what her father had done, which caused both women to shoot him million-watt smiles. Shaking his head at how simple it was to make his wife and daughter happy, Joker found himself locked in a hug by each of them. They sat around talking and enjoying lunch and dinner before heading down to the club area to open it for the night. Some of the patrons brought gifts to Joker and Harley as thanks for running such a nice business. Ollivya sat with her parents in their VIP section, and grinned at watching her boyfriend fall into the role of security guard effortlessly.
"Thanks for giving him a job, dad. I know he enjoys working at the shooting range, but has been saying he wanted a better paying one."
"Yeah, yeah."
Turning his head when the doors to the club burst open, and a stumbling figure stepped inside, Joker stood up and growled. Stepping down from his VIP section when he saw the man approach Todd and grab the back of his shirt, trying to drag him towards the door.
"You're coming home right now, you worthless bastard. I didn't give you permission to leave!"
Shaking off his father's hand, he turned and pushed him away with a glare.
"I'm eighteen, I don't NEED your permission to do anything!"
"I said you're coming home!"
He reached out to try and grab Todd's shirt again, only to find his wrist gripped by a pale hand. Turning his head, he shot Joker a glare when he saw him standing next to him.
"Leggo!"
"You, are not welcome here, you drunk. I suggest you stop harassing my staff and leave."
"I'm not goin` anywhere without my kid!"
"Either you will leave, or I will throw you out myself."
"Fuck you, clown!"
Turning, rather quickly for someone as messed up on alcohol as he was, Todd's father freed his wrist and swung with the other hand. Ducking under the sloppy swing, he pulled his gun and pressed it to the side of his head.
"Don't make me shoot you on Christmas. I REALLY don't want to get blood on me tonight."
"Todd, if you don't come with me right now, you're not welcome in my house any more."
Joker looked over at Todd out of the corner of his eye, waiting curiously to see his response to the threat. Clenching his fists, the young man shook his head and stepped forward. Seeing the look, the King of Crime smirked and stepped back, though kept his gun aimed. Drawing back, Todd punched his father straight in the nose before grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back.
"I don't WANT to live there anymore! I hate it, and I hate you!"
Dragging the older man to the door, he opened it and stepped out into the snow. Shoving his father forward, he watched him topple to the ground with a grunt.
"Go back to the house and drown yourself in vodka for all I care!"
Turning, the young man came back inside, pulling the door shut behind him. Joker holstered his gun and patted his shoulder as he passed on his way back to sit with Harley. Ollivya passed him on the way as well, as she moved out to check on Todd. The rest of the night passed without incident, and after the club closed, the pair of clowns retired upstairs, again allowing Todd to stay downstairs for the night. In what seemed like no time, two more years had passed, and Ollivya was eighteen years old, and preparing to leave Gotham City for college. She'd decided on a career path in biochemistry, one that surprised both of her parents. Currently the four were at the airport, and Joker, Harley and Todd were in the middle of saying goodbye to her before she boarded her plane.
"I'm gonna miss you, honey. Promise to stay in touch?"
"Aw, Todd, I'll miss you too, and you know I'll call you every day."
The pair shared a tight hug and a loving kiss before Ollivya turned to her parents. Harley pulled her into a tight hug and gave her a bright smile when she released her from the hug.
"So proud of you, Livvy! I always knew you'd be super smart and choose a good career."
"Thanks, mom. I'm gonna miss you guys!"
Turning to her father, the pair of them shared a hug as well, and the clown pressed a kiss to his daughter's forehead. Smiling, she stepped back and bent down to grab her carry on bag.
"Keep in touch, princess. You'll do great things once you graduate."
"Thanks dad, and I will."
"Flight 504, please proceed to your boarding gate."
"That's me. I gotta get going, guys, but I'll call when I land."
"Be sure you do."
Giving one last hug to each of them, she gave a little wave as she headed off and got on her plane. The three of them watched the plane taxi down the runway and lift off into the air, before leaving the airport and heading back to the apartment. On the plane, Ollivya pulled a Biochemistry text book from her bag and opened it, settling in for the long flight ahead of her.
AN: Chapter 50 everyone! The last chapter in Finally Home! Fear not, though, faithful readers, I already have another story (or two) in mind!
