"So. Mister Fleck. How are we feeling today?" Vicky Vale asked her new patient, with her fakest smile. Arthur narrowed his eyes at her, taking her in without answering her, smoking his cigarette.
At first, Vicky heavily protested when Harleen wanted to give her this patient, saying that Harleen wanted to become a doctor so bad and dangerous patients simply came with the territory. But Harleen pointed out that she had took over so much work from her for the past several months, during her internship, that it was only natural for Vicky to return the favor once or twice. John had to agree with her and Harleen was relieved that he actually took her side for once.
"Anything you'd like to share with me?" She tried again. She wanted to prove that she could do this better than that silly doctor Quinzel. Then John would favor her again, she was sure of it.
"Where's doctor Harley?" He asked, tilting his head. The intensity behind his eyes scared her a little and she shifted in her seat a bit. Of course Arthur picked up on that.
"H-Harley? Do you mean Harleen? She asked me to take over, Arthur. How does that make you feel?"
He chuckled some. "I don't care. She'll be back. Why do you let your fiance hit you, doctor Vale? Do you enjoy it? Does it get you off?"
The fake smile evaporated from her face and she dropped her jaw, closing it again when she realized that she began to stammer.
"Wh-what makes you think that me and my fiance aren't happy?"
It was wrong to engage in personal talk with patients, no matter how they got their information. But Vicky couldn't help herself, she had to prove to him that she was happy. That was the only thing she had, the appearance of happiness. He couldn't just burst that bubble like that.
"The bruises on your wrist, for starters." Arthur answered and put out his cigarette and glanced at her hands. He smirked when she quickly pulled her lab coat over her bruises. "And judging by how nervous you are, you don't like being alone with men." Vicky stopped tapping her foot and again Arthur smirked. Then he growled at her and shoved his hands forward, even though the chains were tightened to his seat. Vicky yelled in fear and jumped up. "And I guess that proves it." He gleefully stated, giving her a big grin.
Vicky exhaled, her breath shaky and her hands trembling. She sat back down, but shifted her chair backwards a bit. "We're not here to talk about me. We're here to talk about you." She finally managed to say. "Doctor Quinzel reports that you switch between personas. You can switch to Joker. Why do you think that is? And what does he tell you to do?"
"Gee, doctor, that's really a good question. I need something for my nerves first...would you mind lighting another cigarette for me?" Arthur asked, giving her sad puppy eyes.
"No problem!" Vicky answered hastily, eager to beat Harleen to the punch of getting him to talk. Quickly she stood up and approached him.
"Thanks, doc, that's real nice of you." Arthur mused, staring at her eerily.
"I hope you know this was a one time thing, Harleen. I understand these patients can be a handful, but this is why you became a doctor! To help people and find out what moves them!" John told Harleen, standing by her desk, looking down at her.
Harleen looked up from her paperwork and frowned.
"I told you that I had my personal reasons, John. This wasn't because I found it too difficult to treat him." She answered, removing her glasses.
Now it was John's turn to frown. "Yes, but you haven't told me what those reasons are, that makes it a bit hard for me to understand."
Before Harleen could respond to that, they heard screaming from inside the nearest therapy room. Harleen's heart jumped in her throat when she realized that Arthur was being treated by Vicky there.
Both her and John jumped to their feet and ran in the direction of the sound. Vicky came running out of the room, holding her left eye and screaming in pain. Arthur had put out his cigarette in or near her eye. While the orderly and John looked after Vicky, who fell to the ground in shock, Harleen walked into the room and stared at Arthur, in horror.
Arthur smirked. He enjoyed the pain and the sounds that Vicky was making. He enjoyed the fact that he found a way to upset Harley. He enjoyed the fact that he found power, again.
"Send someone else again and I'll kill them. I'm not joking." He said sternly, pointing at her with the smoking bud still between his fingers. Bret declared that he'd bring Arthur back to his room and John agreed, telling them he'd take Vicky to the infirmary. As the room started to go empty, Harley felt that she was biting her lip. The throbbing between her legs indicated that she wanted him. After all of this, she still wanted him.
Once Vicky was taken care of, John returned to the office that he shared with her and Harleen and gave her a stern look. "You can't run away anymore, Harley. You have to return to Arthur Fleck."
"What? What did you call me?" She asked, swallowing in shock.
"Harleen. That's your name, isn't it?" John replied, agitated. "Did you hear me? You are returning to Arthur Fleck. There is no other choice."
If only he had chosen his words more carefully. It might have saved his life later that week.
"I have to go home, I feel sick." Harley stated and walked out, ignoring the protests and stream of harsh words that John threw at her.
At Ivy's hiding place, she called out for the woman, visibly upset.
"What's up?" Ivy replied, coming out of one of the rooms, to see what was going on. Like Arthur, she worked from a warehouse, with a living space upstairs. Although hers looked a lot less industrial, plants and flowers growing all over the place, even in the warehouse downstairs.
"I need excitement, Red. I can't go on like this. I have to go that fucking cesspool of crazies everyday, like a good girl on a schedule, people getting attacked there left and right, then I have to come here and just wait and see if you can make time for me. It's like...nothing has changed. I need change. Otherwise this was all for nothing. You get that, right?" Harley rambled, wiping hair out of her face over and over.
Ivy stepped forward with a frown and grabbed her hands. "I do. I'm sorry. I know I've been distant. Seeing you not dump that clown when he tried to kill me...I wondered if you really chose me or if you were just running from him..."
Harley swallowed hard, feeling uncomfortable with how close to the truth her girl was getting now. She hadn't even noticed that that was exactly what she was doing. She had to break this off, this wasn't fair!
"...but now I know that you are here for me. So I have to be here for you too, right? Maybe we can try this new drug that I'm working on, maybe that'll be exciting!" Ivy continued, unaware of Harley's plans.
"New drug? What is it?" Harley asked, instead of talking about what was really on her mind.
Ivy grinned and led her upstairs, massaging her shoulders and taking off her coat for her. "I call it the 'rabbit hole'. I've put this hallucinogenic plant-extract in there. It'll take you right up the beanstalk and back." She promised and quickly fixed the both of them a healthy dinner.
"Are you sure you have the time for that?" Harleen asked, still a bit pouty. "Yes, I do. You're important to me." Ivy answered with a nod and started to eat.
The strange thing was that this was not satisfactory at all, to Harleen. Almost as if she wanted them to fight, instead of Ivy being reasonable and sweet to her. She knew how crazy this sounded so she kept her thoughts to herself and ate as well.
After dinner, they took a relaxing bath together and both sampled Ivy's new drug. Soon, Harley started to see large flowers bloom from all over the place, with brightly colored petals and neon-like edges. The warm water turned purple in front of her eyes and she was no longer aware that Ivy was sitting behind her. She knew that someone was, when she felt soft hands cup her breasts and tweak her nipples, but it didn't fully connect with her brain anymore, since it was fully clouded up.
Softly, Harley moaned and allowed her head to fall back. One hand reached for her folds and she felt a finger rub her clit and draw lazy circles over it. A mouth attacked her neck, giving her skin soft bites and licks, making the girl squirm in pleasure. Soon, she felt a peak built and she opened her legs even further, bucking her hips upwards.
"You love this, huh? Want to come for me?" A raspy voice asked and Harley nodded, not even asking herself who was playing with her anymore. In her head, she saw Arthur in monster form and desperately wanted him to use her, abuse her even.
She looked down, to look at the hand that was firmly planted between her legs, only to see a branch-like arm there, like the arm was completely overgrown with wood and leaves. It didn't bother Harley. What bothered her was the fact that the peak was forced on her, while she wasn't being hurt, wasn't being forced to do something humiliating first, that she wasn't forced to beg for it before it happened. Instead it was sweet, it was loving and it felt completely wrong.
Somehow the orgasm that she had cleared her mind, or the drug just wasn't as strong as Ivy intended, but effects wore off like snow in the sun.
Monster Arthur disappeared from Harley's mind, the water turned clear again, the wooden arm turned human again and the large flowers disappeared from the small bathroom.
"What's wrong, wasn't it good?" Ivy asked, when she saw that Harley was very agitated once she came down from her high.
"Can't you just make me beg for it first? Degrade me or something? You can't just give me what I want!" The girl rambled as she sat up.
Ivy scoffed at how unreasonable she was and because she knew why Harley was asking. But then she sighed, deciding that she wanted to make this work between them. "I-Is that what you want? Is that what he did?" She couldn't help but to ask.
Harley glared at her, turning her upper-body towards Ivy. "What does that mean? You know what, never mind, I'll show ya." She stated and got on her knees facing Ivy. Quickly she pulled her out of the water and rested her behind on the edge, opening her legs by pushing her knees apart. Ivy wanted to protest, to point out that this was something to talk about, but when Harley's mouth crashed on her slit, all she could do what throw her head back and moan loud.
The next day, she was on edge by the lack of satisfaction their evening left her with. Ivy tried, she tried, but it wasn't the same. She needed more. And the both of them had refused to talk about it. All Harley could think about, was her next therapy session with Arthur.
"I'm maimed for life because of you, you know? I bet you love it too!" Vicky growled, slamming her hand on Harley's desk as soon as the woman saw that she sat down with a cup of coffee. Harley looked up, annoyed. She was a little shocked to see Vicky with an eye patch but then went back to being annoyed with her.
"I thought that was Arthur Fleck's work?" She asked calmly and stared at the other woman, over the rim of her coffee cup.
"You made me take over your patient! I'm going to beg John to fire you!" Vicky hissed, giving her a death stare. Harley rolled her eyes. "Good thing that you don't need two eyes to get on your knees and suck his cock, right? Oh, are you ready to admit that Jasper hits you, by the way?" She fired back as she stood up, gathering the files that she needed for the day.
Vicky stammered some and glared. "H-How? How did you know? Fleck knew it too! He doesn't mean to hit me, he..."
"He really loves you." Harley finished her sentence for her in a mocking tone, before leaving the office. Vicky said nothing.
After seeing three other patients, it was time for Harley to see Arthur again. By now, she felt like a squirming mess. All she could think about was how they would misbehave this time and the whole thing felt like a cruel from of orgasm delay.
Finally, it was time to see him again and she strode into the therapy room with full confidence. Arthur sat there, smirking. "Back for more, dollface?" He asked and made an obscene gesture at her with his tongue.
Harley slapped him across the face and he let out a pleasure-pained sound.
"Well...frisky are we, dr. Quinzell?" He asked in a husky voice. At this point, Harley wasn't even sure if she was dealing with Arthur, with Joker or someone in between. All she knew was that she needed him and she despised him for it.
In a swift movement, she undid his shackles and re-attached them behind his back so that he could get off the chair, but was still restrained. Then, she laid herself down on the table, parting her legs for him, showing him that she wasn't wearing panties.
"Eat me out good and I'll give them to you, to take back to your room." She promised, panting in need.
Arthur got up and hovered over her, narrowing his eyes at her. "You know I have to punish you for this later, ordering me around like this."
"I know, I know, just do it, please, please, I can't take it anymore." Harley pleaded with him, rubbing herself for him already.
"Hands behind your head. Keep them there." Arthur ordered her and didn't move until her hands were where he ordered them to be. He got on his knees and teased her with the tip of his tongue, only teasing her folds lightly. The fact that he was torturing her was so arousing to her that she bit her upper-arm, to keep herself from moaning too loud.
Arthur smirked to himself. He was moments away from ruining her life and she didn't even know it...