Harley Quinn was going through a rough spiral. She'd been on the run for 3 weeks now, moving from hideout to hideout because the Joker's men were after her. She'd broken up with the Joker after she found him fucking her best friend Poison Ivy. He was plowing her from behind while one hand was pulling her long red hair back, and the other was wrapped around her throat. He was degrading her while he fucked her, and Harley watched in tears. She was just getting back from the safehouse where she'd get gangbanged by the Joker's men. He would let them fuck her, sometimes he'd watch, other times he would leave. She only let this happen because she loved the Joker so much and only wanted to please him, and here he was, fucking her best friend. And Ivy was enjoying it too, saying "Mmmm, fuck me like a piece of green meat Mistah J!" using the nickname Harley had given him. She walked in, and Joker stopped for a second, and then continued. Ivy on the other hand, tried to push him back but it was no use, and she started to apologize.

"Shut up Red! You're both disgusting! Mistah J! WE! ARE! DONE! You too Red!" She said before she grabbed her large mallet and ran off.

She left him, and now... she had no where to go. She'd used all the hideouts the Joker had across town. Hurt and alone, she ran to ACE Chemicals, where her old life had died. She climbed up to one of the smokestacks, and sat on the edge, cursing everyone. The Joker, the man she'd loved for so long, never really loved her back. Her best friend and sometimes lover, betrayed her. Ivy had changed her so much, each time they had sex, she'd use toxins and pheromones to make Harley extra horny. Now, her body was horny all the time, and she'd let the Joker's gang fuck her, which would keep her horniness down for a week or two.

She looked down at the colorful chemicals in the vats below, remembering her life as a psychiatrist at Blackgate, before she turned into the Clown Princess of Crime. She remembered her sessions with the Joker, sleeping with him on psychiatrist's couch.

Then it dawned on her...

Maybe she could still be a psychiatrist and fill her horniness! She still had her degrees, and Blackgate was abandoned now so no one could oppose her working there. The Joker had taken her old life from her, and she was going to get it back.

But she needed customers. Who can she get admitted? For the past 4 years, she'd worked with psychopaths and murderers, fighting vigilantes and heroes. Maybe the good guys needed to be examined. She got up and started walking on the ledge of the smokestack. As she walked, she thought to herself, 'Who am I gonna examine first?'

"Wait!" She said aloud.

"How am I gonna get them admitted? I gotta start with someone small but good enough to get me someone like Batsy!" She said, looking down at Gotham City.

Batsy had the Little Bird. And wherever the Little Bird went, Bats tended to follow. She went down to the floor level of ACE Chemicals, and looked for one of the secret doors that the Black Mask had put in when he'd taken over the city. She followed it and kept going until found the one of Black Masks hideouts. She remembered Joker talking about how some of the Black Mask gang members would stay in the hideouts, and she cracked the door and saw several criminals in there, all gathered at the table playing poker.

She smirked, stood up and composed herself, and then kicked open the doors, smiling at them as she walked in the hideout. She looked around and saw 4 criminals at the table, all of them quickly reaching for their guns but stopped when she said, "AH AH Boys! Wouldn't do that if I were you. I've got a lotta bombs all over this place ready to go BOOM! So lets just keep a calm mind."

"That's something coming from a psycho like you Quinn!" said one of the BM members, he had a long scar on his cheek.

Harley ignored his comment and walked to the table and sat on it, knocking the poker chips over.

"Hiya boys! Here's the deal, I need some help from you boys." She said.

"What do you want?" said one of the other members.

"Me and the Joker are done. Now I don't nuthin to do, so I wanna be a psychiatrist again. I need your help to make that happen. I'll make it worth it boys. I know where the Joker hides some of money stacks. So, we gotta deal?" She asked them as she eyed them.

They all looked at one another, before nodding and the scared member stood up and said, "Let's do it Quinn!"

"Good! You, Cheekscar, is there a room around here where I can talk to you?" She asked him.

"Yeah. Follow me." Cheekscar said, as he got up and hit a button under the table which opened a door that had blended into the wall.

She followed him, turning at the other members, and winked at them before she walked in and closed the door behind her. She ran at Cheekstar and slammed him against the table with several monitors on it, and started making out with him. She started grinding against him, and she whispered in his ear, "Fuck me quickly wouldya! I need some dick and then we can start out little plan."

She stepped back, pulled down his pants, grabbed his dick and started jerking it off. She felt his dick in her hand, smaller than most dicks she'd had, but it would do for now to keep her horniness down for a while. Cheekscar grabbed Harley's tits and started sucking on them before she moved on top of his body. She dropped her body onto his dick, feeling it, but hot happy that it wasn't as big as she liked it to be, but she'd take what she had. She started riding him harder because he wasn't doing any of the work when all of a sudden he stiffened and she knew.

"Ohhh you patheti-" She said before he came inside her. She couldn't complete her words as she felt her body shivering, the urges insider her getting riled up. Her body felt like it was on fire, and then instantly it wasn't. She pulled off of Cheekscar, and listened to him giving excuses that he'd been tired.

"Men!" she muttered under her breath before returning back to the other gangsters to create a plan and get Robin as her first patient.