"You never did get me that bath tub, did you? Ivy has a bath tub." Harley mused, narrowing her eyes at Arthur, sitting across from her.
As he took a drag from his cigarette, he scoffed and smirked, as if this was the most insulting and amusing thing at the same time.
The smell of smoke. It was all she knew now. She'd been here for days. Weeks maybe. She lost track of time. Her days were all the same. Her nights were spent in a cell with a small bed and a chair near a barred window. In the morning, she'd get something to eat and then have a chance at freshening up. Nothing big, no shower or anything. A sink, a bar of soap and a wash cloth, that was it. How she longed for a shower. Or a change of clothes. She was wearing a white nightgown with short sleeves, that hung past her knees. It was getting rather filthy and ripe, despite her sessions at the sink. Once she freshened up, she was brought to this 'therapy room'. A room that was like the therapy rooms at Arkham. The difference was the large mirror and the fact that 'doctor' Fleck only intention was to push her to insanity a little more every day. He'd torture her with pleasure, pain, haunting words and phrases, making her think she was the worst person in the world. But he'd always point out that he was still open to having her, out of mercy. But she didn't give in. Not even when he came in as Joker and gave her a spanking that would make her cry, or if he gave her dry bread to eat, with a puddle of his cum on it. At first Harley refused to eat, if he pulled a stunt like that. But her pride made place for hunger and she couldn't say no anymore. Bit by bit, he was breaking her down. Even when she was brought back to her cell at the end of the day, she'd smell that horrible smoke smell. What she hated most was how it still turned her on.
"I did, actually. I had it installed while you were gone." Arthur murmured, looking at the burning end of his bud, redirecting his attention back to her afterwards.
"Always thinking things through too late, huh? Guess some things never change." Harley quipped back, sitting back in her chair with a grin. What did it matter? He was going to keep her here until she died anyway. Why stay on his good side? Maybe he'd end her quickly if he got too fed up wit her.
Arthur put out his cigarette, in the overflowing ashtray on the table between them and blew out the last bit of smoke. "You could come back, test it out?" He suggested. Tilting his head at her. "The only condition is that you can't leave again. Ever. You're mine."
"Oh, the only condition is it?" Harley exclaimed, widening her big eyes in faux-surprise. It looked like she was finally ready to snap. Arthur loved it. "But that's not true, is it?" She continued and let out an eerie giggle. "That's not the only one. I also have to cater to your every whim, I can't be too cheeky, I can't be too boring, I can't express feelings that you don't agree with, I can't make eye-contact with other people, since you're so fucking insecure that you think I'll leave you for anything that walks." Harley listed, counting on her fingers. With every reason she listed, she raised her voice until she was yelling at him.
"You did leave me! For that heap of compost!" Arthur yelled back, lighting another cigarette with trembling hands.
"Because you didn't love me!" Harley shrieked, tears flowing down her face now. She stood up and started to pace around the room. Arthur's henchman was stepping forward, reaching for his gun, but Arthur held up his hand in a dismissive manner and she stood back at the door.
"You think I don't love you." He stated, staring into nothing. His words didn't sound accusatory. They didn't sound angry, or sad. They sounded like he was stating a fact. Emotion drained from his eyes as he looked up at her.
Harley's eyes snapped towards him as she yelled again. "Yeah, no shit you don't love me! How could I have fallen for it in the first place? You just wanted an easy fuck! A warm hole to stuff your dick in!"
"Charlie?" Arthur asked, meaning the henchman by the door. "Sir?" Charlie answered. He was a large man, with dark skin and brown eyes. He looked so huge, Harley was convinced that he could snap her in half, if he wanted to. And after the exchange that just transpired, she was convinced it was exactly what Arthur was going to ask for.
"I'd like you to return miss Quinn's clothes to her. After that, please bring her home. To her own apartment, not the warehouse. Make sure that none of the men hurt her or stop her. After that, you'll arrange for her things to be returned to her. Without any damage."
Harley looked nervously from one to the other. Charlie just nodded and left the room, to go and do as he was told.
"What are you playing at?" Harley asked, sitting down in front of Arthur again. She didn't believe it for one second. He was up to something. This was just another game. There would probably be someone waiting in her apartment to take her prisoner again.
Arthur shrugged. "Nothing. This is over. Should have been over a long time ago. I'm setting you free."
"Don't you fucking play with me! I'm done!" Harley yelled and slapped him. She gasped in shock and fear, afraid what the retaliation would be. But Arthur just sat there, unfazed.
"Go home, Harleen. Go back to your life. You'll never see me again." He whispered, narrowing his eyes at her. "I don't want to keep you against your will. I don't want to be afraid that you'll leave me whenever someone passes by. I can't do this to myself anymore. I'm not only freeing you, I'm freeing myself."
This was so unfair, so low, that Harley started to cry silently, while staring at him. The little detail of him calling her by her old name was the most painful part. It seemed so...definite. He made it sound as if she had been the terrible one, taunting him and torturing him. He made it sound as if he had been her victim. A little voice in the back of her mind pointed out that she did, in fact, leave him for someone else. Was this her fault? Had he only been afraid to lose her? He was so insecure, maybe all of this had just been his way of tying her to him.
"Arthur...I..."
"Miss Quinzel? I have your clothes. The men are instructed. You may come with me, to your cell. So you can change your clothes." Charlie interrupted, after returning to them, with a bundle of clothes in hand. Even he seemed to think it was over, since the 'no-talking ban' seemed to have lifted.
She didn't want this. The moment he gave her back her freedom, Harley knew she didn't want it. Her old life? There was nothing left of it. She lost her job and by now, she probably lost her apartment too. She never bothered to check if her rent was still being paid. Harleen? That name meant nothing but pain, proof that she was alone and not worth a damn thing.
"Arthur...I want to stay. I want to go home. To our home. That you built for us." She whispered, her hands gripping the hem of her nightgown, to hold it tight. Her chest felt like it had the weight of the world on it and she held her breath as she waited for his response.
"You don't listen, do you?" He asked her, staring at her with disgust in his eyes. Somehow, this was so much worse than him staring at her in need, in lust or with the urge to hurt her. "I am setting myself free too. This is over, done. Go home and live your life. Go back to Ivy and be happy."
"Miss Quinzel? Please come with me." Charlie urged her. Gently, he grabbed hold of her arm, trying to pull her off her seat, while trying to hand her the pile of clothes with his other hand.
"N-No..." She whispered and shook off the hand, ignoring the clothes being handed to her. "No!" She then said louder, when Charlie grabbed her arm more firmly. "Don't touch me! Arthur, tell him he can't touch me!" She yelled, utterly confused as why Arthur was just letting this happen.
"I can't. You're not mine, Harleen. You are your own person, remember?" He told her with a frown on his face, as if this fact saddened him too.
"Come on, let's go." Charlie tried to convince her again, holding the pile of clothes in front of her now. Harley grabbed them and threw them against the door. "Stop it! I'm not leaving, I don't want to leave!"
"Get her out of here. Send her home." Arthur now told Charlie, turning away from her by sitting on his chair sideways, while smoking. Charlie ignored Harley's cries and protests and picked her up from her seat, dragging her towards the door.
Harley got fed up and punched Charlie in his stomach with her elbow, before kicking him between his legs. He sank to his knees in pain, with a soft groan. Quickly, Harley threw herself at Arthur's feet, sitting against him on her knees, trying to grab onto his hands. He kept pulling back in disgust.
"Arthur! Arthur look at me! Stop it! STOP IT! TAKE ME BACK!" She shouted in desperation, tears streaming down her face as she started to panic more and more. "I'll be yours, I'll be good! I'll be anything! PLEASE!"
Finally, Arthur had enough and fisted his hand through her hair, pulling it back to make her look up at him. He slapped her face and then pointed at her. "Hey! Stop it! Stop embarrassing yourself! You didn't want this, right? I was treating you bad? You wanted out? Now you found a way out. Take it!" He said firmly, letting her hair go after that.
Harley sniffled at his feet, holding a lock of her hair with her hands, for comfort. "P-Please..." She whispered, staring into the distance.
"You'd have to prove yourself to me and I don't see that happen, honestly. How could I ever trust you again?" He then said, looking down at her with a smirk.
"Prove myself how?" She asked eagerly, her eyes widening at the tiny sliver of hope that he was dangling in front her.
He chuckled. Finally. Exactly where he wanted her.
Later that day, she was brought to a different room with a large dentist chair in the middle of it. She knew this room. This is where he tortured her with pleasure and pain. As always, she was strapped in so her arms and legs wouldn't be able to move. After waiting for an eternity, her arms and legs already sore from their lack of movement, Joker opened the door and swaggered inside.
He let out a giggle, seeing her like this. Her hair was a greasy mess and it was clear that she cried, the tears dried up on her face. The nightgown left little to the imagination and her eyes darting from side to side indicated how scared and confused she was. She never knew up front what was going to happen here.
"So. Artie tried to get rid of ya...and you didn't let him. The balls on you, dollface." He said amused, grinning wide at her.
Harley whimpered and bit her lip.
"Mister J..." She said softly, trying to get him to talk, maybe explain what was going to happen here.
"Yeah, wouldn't you like to know. If this was going to be pleasure or pain?" He asked smugly, licking his lips.
He moved forward and hiked up her nightgown, exposing her thighs to him. "Open up." He ordered her and she allowed her legs to fall open, best she could. "Look at that..." He whispered when she showed him her pussy. He dipped a finger in and wetted it, spreading her wetness over her clit after that. Harley sighed in pleasure.
He added another finger, using two of them to draw lazy circles over the little bundle of nerves over and over. With his other hand he grabbed a dildo and entered her with it, fucking her as he captured her mouth in a heated kiss. The toy filled her up completely, drawing her peak closer and closer as he made sure to angle it just right. His fingers sped up as well, stimulating her clit to the fullest. Harley moaned into the kiss, her jaw dropping as an intense peak overtook her. As she was lost in pleasure, Joker let out a high-pitched laugh, slowing down his movements.
Harley came down from her high and eyed him on confusion. Why did he let her come without any form of torment? Why didn't he let her beg for it.
"Poor thing, look at how scared you are." He then said in a serious tone and very gently started to move his hand and fingers again. Harley whimpered but did seem to like that he was giving her more pleasure. "No worries, dollface, you are allowed to peak all you want, like the little slut you are." He assured her. Harley didn't trust his words, but didn't go against him either. Soon, another peak overtook her and again he let out that same high-pitch laugh.
Just like the first time, he gave her time to recover before he started back up again. This time, he replaced his fingers with a little toy that he could attach to her pussy with a piece of tape, so she'd have enough stimulation there while he worked the dildo in and out. The third peak overtook Harley and she spasmed all over her body, at the intensity. Again she heard that laugh.
"What are you doing..." She whispered, not believing that he was honestly giving her pleasure without some little scheme behind it.
"I'm going to train you. I want you to come for me, every time you hear me laugh." He said with a smirk, before starting to move the toy again.
