"Tell me again how this is my fault?" Ivy asked her, sounding a tad bored. She was preoccupied with finishing her latest batch of plant-induced drugs. They were in pill-form but the basis for them were plant extractions, instead of chemicals. They were getting more and more popular and it was hard to keep up with demand and supply.
"I had no way of reaching you, Red!" Harley cried out, pacing back and forth behind her. "I can't tell them that my girlfriend is a wanted criminal! And I needed you! Excuse me, are you even listening? A lunatic at work attacked me!"
"So quit. Not that hard. I am listening, I'm also working. Do you mind?" Again with the bored tone. Why was Ivy being so cold with her? And how did she fool herself by thinking life with Ivy was going to be better than with Arthur? It was the same. Maybe even worse, since her expectations had been crushed. With Arthur, she never had expectations to begin with.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Harley asked her, her voice breaking as tears started to run down her cheeks. She was just being so cruel to her.
She might be more invested if Harley told her the entire truth, that Arthur Fleck was the patient that tried to strangle her and not some random one. That she had to scream for help while fearing for her life as he kept whispering to her that he was going to kill her. But she couldn't. She didn't want Ivy to know. Bret had to intervene at some point, of course, otherwise it might have been suspicious, hearing a doctor cry and beg for help while an orderly did nothing. The deranged look that Arthur had plastered on his face was still haunting her mind. Would he really have killed her? Or was it just to scare her. She didn't ask to change doctors on him. Partially because she feared John would want to know why. How was she going to explain to him that she dated the guy and the most disturbing sex of her life with him? But the other part was that she wanted to see him again. Now that her life with Ivy was so bland, she needed the excitement.
"Harls, I'm sorry, okay? It's just hard for me. You still get to go there, while I had to leave everything behind because of your ex. I had so many dreams, so may plans for the world. Now I'm reduced to being a drug lord to make a living. It's frustrating, that's all." Ivy sighed and turned to Harley, opening her arms for a hug.
"Then maybe you should have just let me die!" Harley shrieked at her, stomping off without hugging her. Ivy threw up her hands in helplessness. "Always with the drama."
Another therapy session was scheduled for Arthur. This time, his name was on the file.
"I want you to give me your panties." Arthud said with a grin, avoiding what she asked him.
For a moment, Harleen was thrown off by the statement. But then she shook her head. "What makes you think I'm going to say 'yes' to that. Cause Bret will shoot me if I don't?"
"No. Because you want to." He fired back with a shrug and a smug face. Harleen felt a jolt of want go through her body. He was right. This reminded her of the time that he caught her in that church and demanded her panties of her, dressed as a priest.
"Remember me saying I'd take you right on the altar? I know it made you even wetter. Just show me your panties then. Show me." He continued, gazing at her legs lustfully.
"We were discussing your mother, Arthur. Penny Fleck? Do you remember her?" Harleen asked, tilting her head at him, while her pen bumped up an down on her notebook.
"Of course I remember her. There's nothing more to discuss." He answered dismissively, waving around his cigarette.
Harleen stopped moving her pen, putting it down instead.
"But there is. She died. After suffering a major stroke. That must have had a severe impact on you, since you've lived with her all your life. Almost all your life. Excluding the time you spent with social services and foster care."
She figured that if she insisted on staying professional with him, that he would actually let her help. Fooling herself into thinking she might 'fix' him, Harleen did her best trying to hold on to her own sanity and identity in the middle of the mess that was her life. So far, it was going well, she thought. She even made sure to call in a different orderly to secure his shackles to his chair this time, before they were left with Bret again. The key was safely in her pocket. He wasn't going to strangle her a second time in here.
"So you read up on me. What's your diagnosis, doc?" Arthur asked, mockingly. "Bat shit crazy." Harleen answered, without missing a beat. Now, Arthur was thrown off for a few moments and he chuckled awkwardly. "You can't say that."
"Can't I?" Harleen asked, batting her eyes at him as if she didn't understand. "But I just did. Can you explain that to me, Arthur?" As she spoke, she sat forward and picked up her pen, bringing it to her lips and tracing them with the tip, grinning. She was taunting him now. With her free hand, she undid the two top buttons of her blue blouse.
Arthur narrowed his eyes at her. "You sure you wanna do this, Harley? Wake up the beast? Didn't go so well for you last time, did it?"
"Yeah? Well, the alarm is going off, buster, and there ain't no snooze button!" Harley snapped back and got up, resting her hands on the table, so he could see right into her blouse.
Bret cocked the gun and pointed it at her. Harley glared at him. "Call off your boy." She told Arthur, without taking her eyes off the other man. Bret swallowed hard. She was getting a bit too scary for him.
"Bret? Put it down. Doctor Quinzel knows what's good for her. Sit down, doctor."
"What's good for me?" She asked in a shrill voice, now turning her attention back to Arthur. He was shifting in his seat uncomfortably. "You aren't good for me, that's for sure!" She added and paced around back and forth through the room, rubbing her temples.
"Then why were you happier when you were still with me?"
"You don't know what 'happy' is, Arthur. You've never been happy a day in your life." Harley fired back and was shocked at how hurt Arthur was staring at her now.
"You're still wearing the ring." He said after a silence that took too long, looking at her hand. Involuntarily, Harley looked as well and realized that she never took off the engagement ring that Arthur gave her. "Why is that?"
"You want it back?" She asked him defiantly, already taking it off. He shook his head. "No. I asked you why you are still wearing it."
"You are the one therapy here, not me. So. Your mother." Harley circled the conversation back to him and sat back down, after shoving the ring back on her finger.
"Enough about my mother! She's gone! She hurt me enough!" Arthur growled and slammed his hand on the table. Harley noticed that his hand was shaking, not only by the impact of the blow. His eyes were darting from side to side, like the first time she saw him. Nervously, he went through his hair, with one hand.
"Yeah? Well maybe I didn't hurt you enough!" Harley yelled back, since his vulnerability was getting on her nerves. She glared at him. Arthur glared back and in a fit of rage, he grabbed the table that stood between them and flipped it aside.
Harley gasped at the gesture, but she knew that Arthur wasn't able to attack her, he was still chained to his seat. The ashes from his ashtray were all over the floor, so were her papers and water. As she looked at the mess, Harley felt the need for him increase, seeing the mess as a metaphor for what they were. Her legs forced her on her feet. Stop, don't do this, her brain thought. But her body didn't listen. Instead, her legs brought her to him and she took the key from her lab coat. Undoing his chains, she pushed his arms behind his back and reattached them, sitting herself down on his lap.
"Will your little girlfriend approve? You on my lap, like this? What's her name these days, Mistletoe?" Arthur teased, as he felt himself grow against her thighs. Harley bit her lip when she felt it. "Her name isn't Mistletoe." She replied, the need clear in the tone of her voice.
"Mistletoe can be deadly...if you eat it..." Arthur whispered, leaning in to hover over her lips with his own. The space between them almost felt electric. Harley thought she never felt more turned on than this, despite them not actually pressing their lips together.
"But a kiss can be even deadlier, if you mean it." She added and melted against him when he finally devoured her lips with his own. She knew it was wrong, she knew it was unfair to Ivy, she knew she was putting herself in unspeakable danger after the last time, but she could do nothing else than give herself to him. Her hips started to roll and she could feel his heated flesh rub against pussy behind all the fabric they wore.
"Take your panties off, give them to me." Arthur whispered, after breaking the kiss, still heavily panting. This time, Harley did as he asked, putting her panties in his hands before hiking up her pencil skirt and sitting down on him again. The thin fabric of his white pants was now the only thing between his hardened cock and her dripping pussy. Again she rolled her hips, hissing and moaning in pleasure when she found the right pressure points to give them both pleasure. As she did, Arthur attacked her neck with his mouth, licking and sucking on the skin.
"You're not scared? After I almost killed you last time?" He asked between nips and licks. Harley gasped in pleasure pain. "No!" She panted, feeling that she was getting closer to a peak. "You'd never hurt me, Arthur. Not even as Joker!"
Instead of denying or confirming that, Arthur bit her neck hard and Harley cried out as a peak washed over her. "You'd love it if I did...hurt you..." He whispered before licking the spot, as Harley panted and squirmed heavily, on top of him. She bit his shoulder and muffled her moans that way, not seeing how smugly Arthur was staring at her.
She got up and turned red, thinking of how she just cheated on Ivy with the man that abused her for weeks. She finally got out and now this...what was wrong with her? It was all so confusing, why couldn't she break free of him?
"Take your panties out of my hands and jerk me off with them." Arthur whispered heatedly. Obviously he was still fully aroused, judging by the bulge in his pants. Harley wondered what she was going to do about the stain on his pants. But for now, she didn't worry over that, she took the piece of clothing from him and wrapped it around his cock before slowly moving it up and down.
"Fuuuckk..." He groaned, letting his head fall back. "You're so good at this, Harley, those soft little hands of yours and those slutty panties...you belong to me, you know that right? Even now I own you completely. Tied to a fucking chair."
Harley bit her lip and avoided all eye contact, as she concentrated on what she was doing.
"Look at me, dollface." A voice suddenly said. She looked him in the eyes and saw the change again. The harshness, the cockiness. "I own you. I need you to know that. Look at what you're doing. Just because I told you to."
That seemed to open up Harley's eyes. She stood up, looked at her panties and pulled back her hand. Quickly, she put them back on and picked up the table, readjusting her skirt before picking up her papers.
"Bret?" She asked in a shaky voice, ignoring Joker's protests for her to continue. "Yes, doctor Quinzel?" The man replied, panting just a little. She completely forgot that he was right here in the room all this time.
"Mister Fleck will be treated by doctor Vicky Vale from now on. He spilled some water on himself when he flipped the table, you saw that, right?"
Without looking at Joker, she adjusting his clothing so his throbbing cock was no longer showing.
"Yes, I saw that, doctor. Such a pity." He answered.
"You know better than sending me back like this, dollface." He said in a warning tone. But Harley collected her items and left the room, asking Bret to sweep up the ashes before the next patient was brought in.
"So. You're more prone to listen when I'm Arthur. That's good to know." Joker muttered to himself, once she left the room.
"Sir, I have to go with her story here, right? About the...stain..." Bret awkwardly asked, worried that he was in trouble because of it.
"Yeah Bret. For now you do. She's digging her own grave, remember?"