Tears ran down Harley's cheeks as she looked up to him, stammering in disbelief. "D-Did you do this? But why? WHY?!" She shrieked the last part.
Joker pointed the gun at her and took the safety off, causing her to flinch in fear. "Why you ask?" He asked her softly, an ominous tone in his voice. "Did you just ask me that? Why? Because you're a filthy little whore, sneaking around behind our backs!" He growled, slapping her across the face before resting the end of the gun against her forehead.
"It was you. The delay on the subway. You wanted to get here first." Harley stammered, knowing for sure now that Arthur found out about the kiss. The slap didn't even register with her.
"I assumed I was invited. Since she came to my house as well. We even cooked for her. That ungrateful bitch." Joker answered with a shrug.
"What did you do to her?" Harley asked, trying to hug Pamela's body. "Poison?"
Joker grinned proudly. "Yeah, some lost herbs into the food she was preparing. I always have some in the house, for emergencies."
"What if I ate from it?" Harley asked carefully, getting more scared by the second.
"I wouldn't let that happen." Suddenly he sounded fierce again. Possessive. He knelt down and planted the gun underneath Harley's chin, causing her to tremble in fear. "That would take away all the pleasure of ending you myself..." He lifted the gun, so she was forced to stand up. As she did, he pushed her against the wall, with her back turned to him.
It dawned on Harley how nice Pamela made the apartment look for her. It was a simple apartment, a little bigger than hers, in Arthur's building. But she lit candles and it was tidied up. The music added to the atmosphere as well. Strange, the things that go through your mind before you die, Harley reasoned. She fully expected her brains to be splattered against the wall in front of her any second now.
But instead, Joker hiked her dress up and pulled down her panties. "Lookie here, the fancy slut panties you wore for Arthur the first time he fucked you. In his apartment, that is." Joker murmured in her ear. Harley hated the fact that he was getting her wet. At the same time an overwhelming sadness overtook her, as Pamela's death started to sink in. It took away all the fight she built up before, the motivation to get out of this relationship. What did it matter now? Probably nothing, since she was about to die.
The cool steel of the gun was placed against her folds and Harley whimpered as he started to move the object back and forth. He caused friction between her clit and the gun on purpose, to torture her with pleasure and fear.
"Hm, what to do, what to do..." Joker mused. "I have to punish you, no doubt about that. We can't have any of this sneaking around with a wedding coming up..."
Was he not going to kill her then? And not going to leave her? It was strange, but now that Pamela was gone, Harley didn't want to leave Arthur anymore. She needed stability, even though Arthur's stability was shaky at best. And even though Joker killed her, she wanted him too. She felt disgusted with herself, for how weak she was.
"The question is...what should that punishment be?" He continued, oblivious to her conflicting thoughts. "Should I make you wear a leash? Suck my dick in public, so everyone can see that you're mine?"
He kept moving the gun, picking up the pace a little. Harley's jaw dropped and she let out a small moan. Involuntarily, she started to move her hips in sync with his rhythm.
"I asked you a question." He whispered in her ear. Harley swallowed hard. "W-Whatever you think you should do, mr. J." She panted, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment. She was getting off on the killer of her friend, how was this even happening? But she couldn't help herself.
Joker grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head backwards, attacking her neck with his mouth. He licked and sucked the skin there, causing Harley to moan and writhe in pleasure. While he did this, he started to move the gun back and forth even faster.
Joker chuckled. "Yeah, you'd love that, being put on display like that...but you're not supposed to love it. You've been a bad girl..."
"I've been a bad girl.." Harley repeated, moving her hips faster. She was getting close to a peak.
"I should just shoot this, you know? The way you fucking double-crossed me..." Joker mused, pointing the gun upwards and moving it more. Harley was on the verge of her peak now and was crying in frustration, fear and need.
"Put the gun down. Now." A voice behind them sounded. Joker turned around and was hit in the face with a small pan. He fell backwards, dropping the gun, with a look 'oomph'. Harley turned around and stared in Pamela's face.
"Pamela! How? You died!" Harley cried out, clasping her hand in front of her mouth.
The skin of the other woman still looked greyish, plus there was a green color seen in her eyes that hadn't been there before. Her red hair had more of a copper color now, more fiery than before.
"I looked dead. That's what that herb does. I know it. The thing is, I created a potion at work that makes people immune for certain types of poison, I just didn't test it yet." She explained, her voice still trembling. "I guess I tested it now. And it works. I just have to see if there are any side-effects to this." She added, shrugging.
"Did you kill him?" Harley asked, still shaken up. This was so much for her to go through, all she wanted was to curl up under a warm blanket and snuggle up to someone. She wasn't even sure which one of them she wanted.
"What do you care? He tried to kill me?" Pamela asked a little cold. When Harley didn't answer but just sighed, heavily agitated. "So killing me isn't even enough to leave me?! What the fuck is it gonna take, Harleen?"
"It's Harley!" Harley shrieked and started to pace around, pulling up her panties and adjusting her dress, so her behind wasn't showing anymore. She felt so humiliated and deceived, by the both of them, even though it was unreasonable of her to be mad at Pamela.
"Just grab your clown and get the fuck outta my house, I'm done with this! I can't do this anymore. I care so much about you and it doesn't matter to you, not unless he tells you it matters." Pamela ranted, pointing at the heap of a person that Joker formed. He was bleeding from his nose, but they could see him breathing, so he was obviously still alive.
"N-No...please...I need you." Harley babbled and walked up to her, trying to kiss her. At first, Pamela turned her face away from her, but suddenly she shot forward and kissed her passionately.
Joker got up with a groan and a chuckle.
"Mmm, I get the appeal now, dollface. What a sight. I could cum in my pants at the sight of it!" He taunted them.
Pamela turned to glare at him, but got distracted when Harley crashed to the floor with green lips and the color disappearing from her face.
"Harleen! No!" Pamela cried out and looked at Joker, tears streaming down her face. "The poison!"
Joker glared. "You're still standing. You must know an antidote." He said soft but determined.
Pamela nodded. "Help me carry her. I assume you have a car waiting outside? I'll give her the potion that made me immune. It's at Arkham." She asked. Now was not the time to be picky, or crude. This was about the woman they both loved and that was more important than their quarrel.
"I do." Joker answered shortly and helped Pamela to pick Harley up. Together they carried her outside and Joker pointed at the car he had waiting. He put Harley on the backseat and turned to instruct his driver. But Pamela already pulled him out of the car, kissing him.
"The fuck are you doing?" Joker asked, but got his answer, seeing his driver die on the spot. Pamela smirked and got in the car, Joker quickly following her example, resting Harley's head in his lap. She started to drive towards Arkham, since that's where she kept her supplies.
"Did you have to kill my driver?" Joker asked, wiping the sweat of Harley's forehead with a handkerchief.
"Did you have to steal my girl?" Pamela shortly answered, picking up the pace of her driving.
Joker scoffed. "We were perfectly happy before you came along, you heap of compost."
Pamela tapped her break, making Joker bump his head against the seat in front of him, since he hadn't put on his seatbelt. She chuckled a bit when she heard the second 'oomph' of that day. Joker stayed silent, this seemed like the smartest option.
Pamela parked the car in front of the building and took the gun that the driver had in the other seat, blowing up the lock of the front door. She shot a few guards and made her way to her lab. Joker was right behind her, making sure to shoot the people that Pamela didn't see. Pamela retrieved the potion from her lab and together, they ran back out, returning to the car. In the back seat, Joker held up Harley's head as Pamela fed her the liquid.
"Will it still work, if she had the potion after having the poison?" Joker asked and Pamela could have sworn that he sounded like Arthur. His eyes were different too.
"I don't know." She answered honestly.
"I didn't want this." Joker said, his voice breaking. His make up started to run, seeing his girl struggle in front of him. She was breathing, but it seemed more like soft wheezing and she was still sweating like crazy.
"Didn't you? I thought you were going to shoot her?" Pamela asked, not looking at him. His agony made her uncomfortable, since she was hellbent on proving that he didn't love Harley. Now she doubted that.
"I didn't want this." He just repeated. Quietly they sat there, until Harley suddenly sat up with a gasp, bumping her head against Joker's head. Another 'oomph' was heard and Pamela smirked some more. She loved seeing him hurt himself.
"Mr. J.?" Harley quietly mumbled, as she laid back down. Then she saw Pamela. "Red..." She murmured, before fainting. Pamela sighed and shook her head. "She needs to be in bed. She'll probably have a fever. But it looks like she'll be fine."
There was a deafening silence in the car now. They had to make a choice about where Harley would stay.
"She's mine." Joker growled, glaring at Pamela. There was no trace of Arthur anymore. This was all him.
"Is she? Then what was she doing at my place tonight? Also, I just made sure that I can never show my face at Arkham again, so I gave up my whole life for her." Pamela remarked.
Suddenly Harley whimpered softly. "I wanna go with Red. You're a mean...grinch..." She panted, trying to sit up. Joker narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't do anything you'll regret, dollface. I don't take kindly when my things are stolen..."
"I am not your thing!" Harley called out and slapped him. "It's my birthday today, you know? And you said nothing! I know, I know, you didn't know, but that also means that you never asked! I need time to think and I wanna stay with Red, while I do."
"We'll need to find other living arrangements, the police are looking for me now." Pamela remarked. "Speaking of, we need to move." She added, when they heard sirens in the background. Quickly she moved to the driver's seat and took off.
Once they arrived at the warehouse, the both of them looked at Joker.
"This is where you get off." Pamela said, in a condescending tone, when he didn't seem to get out. He frowned and turned to Harley.
"Please come with me, Harley?" There was a softness in his voice and his eyes were pleading her to come with him, all the crudeness had disappeared.
"No Arthur. Get out."