Harley whimpered softly, as Arthur carried her into the living area above the warehouse. Her training had lasted pretty long and she was exhausted. Joker hadn't stopped until she was hoarse from begging him.
As he said, a small room of the apartment was redone, made into a bathroom with a beautiful white tub in the middle. It stood in the middle of the room, small black, white and red tiles on the walls. Next to it, a little cart with oils, soaps and shampoo bottles on the bottle shelf. The top shelf was empty, so it could be used to place food and drinks on, or possibly a book. In the corner of the room stood a large wicker chair with a soft and fluffy pillow in it with a deep red color. The chair itself was black, Harley's signature colors.
Gently, Arthur placed Harley in the wicker chair and placed a kiss on her forehead. Then he ran the bath for her, adding some lavender oil to the water. Harley moaned softly, only half awake at this point.
"Hush, darling, don't overexert yourself." He said in a soft tone, giving her an intent stare. She wanted to object, say that she was her own person and that he wasn't to tell her how to think or feel...but she knew better by now. He was in control and by her display earlier, they both knew that she liked it that way. She could act all high and mighty but he knew where she lived now.
After testing the water, Arthur pulled the chair close to the tub and grabbed one of her feet. Carefully, he dipped her foot into the water and tilted his head. "Is this nice? Too hot? Too cold?" He asked. Harley just nodded, she didn't have the strength to do much more at this point.
A flash of guilt washed over Arthur's face and he helped her out of her nightgown, throwing the piece of clothing into a corner. She wouldn't have to wear this anymore, she was his queen. She gave herself to him willingly this time, instead of him having to chase and force her by his side.
Once Harley had no stitch left on her body, Arthur lifted her from the chair and lowered her into the water. He sat in the chair himself, so he could stay as she bathed. The warm water relaxed her soar muscles and slowly, she started to recover some from her endeavor. Arthur noticed and smiled. He took a shampoo bottle in hand and squirted some in his hand.
"Wet your hair for me?" He asked her and she nodded, dipping her head underwater for a moment. When she emerged again, he rubbed the liquid into her hair, creating suds all over. A soft sigh of delight escaped her lips. Now Arthur added some soap to a washing cloth and he began to wash her carefully but determined.
"Now. About your big gesture. How you're going to prove to me that you're committed this time..." Arthur finally stated, as he had her foot in his hand to wash it. He held it up, kissing her lower leg as he stared at her. Harley softly moaned at the feeling and looked up at him with wide eyes.
"There's a diamond I need. I have made a big deal with someone very important and that diamond is the only form of payment he'll take. The diamond is displayed at the Gotham museum. My agile girl can easily steal that, can't she?" He mused and sucked a spot on the back of her lower leg, causing her to whimper in pleasure. One hand travelled into the water, tracing her skin all the way up her thigh. To tease, he stopped before her reached her pussy, drawing circles on her upper thighs instead.
His mouth kissed lower and lower, until he reached her foot, planting kisses all over it, even sucking on her toe for a moment.
"Would you still love me, if I didn't? Or if I failed?" Harley asked softly, her voice thick with pain. Arthur stopped what he was doing and stared at her, shaken up.
"Why would you ask me that?"
"Would you still love me? Have me? If I was of no use to you?" She clarified her question and sat up, frowning at him, pulling her feet away from his grasp.
Like before, a flash of guilt washed over Arthur´s face. Then there was confusion.
"Why do you think I don't love you?" He asked, tears forming in his eyes."How else could I have shown you? I-I...I slept with you, I made a home for us, I make sure that my men don't bother you." Arthur listed, counting his fingers, after drying his hand with a towel. Scoffing, he threw the piece of cloth aside, seeming like he was insulted to his very core.
Harley frowned as she watched him. Hearing him list these things in this light...in his light...they indeed sounded different than how she experienced them. She stared into the distance, shaking her head as she tried to piece it all together. Arthur mistook it for rejection of what he said. He shot forward and grabbed her shoulders. The water moved around as she shook them, trying to talk sense into her.
"Harley, you have to believe me! How else was I supposed to show it? I didn't know! I didn't know how...nobody ever showed me..."
He stammered, his voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. He hiccuped, trying to suppress it, but it didn't work. His sobs were now turning into chuckles. Soon, he sank to his knees, gasping for air as he was forced to laugh as hard as he could while his hand clutched at his chest.
Harley hadn't seen this behavior anymore since Joker entered their lives.
Whether he loved her or not...she had an impact on him. That was for sure.
"You look good enough to eat, dollface." Joker remarked, eyeing her behind as Harley walked in front of him, in the Gotham museum, a few days later.
After Harley climbed out of the bath, she sat next to Arthur and held him until he finally calmed down. It took some time and Harley felt more and more guilty with each passing giggle and hiccup. So whether or not she was going to get this diamond for him was no longer on the table. She would. And it would fix everything. It had to.
Joker insisted on being there, to her dismay.
"What's the point of me getting this rock if you're gonna be looking over my shoulder anyway?" She grumbled, looking around for the security camera's. When she found one, she used her agility to climb up and spray it with black graffiti.
"I want every chance of seeing your ass in those leather pants, deary." He answered with a chuckle, eyeing her up and down. Then he turned more serious. "I can't do what you do, I can't move like that. And you see how useful you are, stop bringing it up and let's focus."
Harley nodded and climbed back down again, after getting the last of the camera's in this first room. She agreed that they had to focus, but it didn't make her that anxious.
There was just one security guard present anyway, big chance he was sleeping in his chair. Even if he did ring the alarm, it would take the Gotham police at least ten to fifteen minutes to show up. Enough time for them to escape.
When they arrived at the hall that held the diamond, Harley repeated the process of disabling the camera's.
"I'll stay here, dollface. If any guards come in, I can shoot them from a distance, okay? Then I can let you work your magic without me crowding ya."
Joker asked, pointing at a corner near the door. Harley nodded and noted that he was explaining himself to her, to make her feel safer. That was a first. Maybe he really was trying, even in Joker form.
She looked around and saw a pedestal in the middle of the room with a large sparkling diamond on it, being lighted from all sides. It was beautiful. She stepped closer and was startled when a figure was moving in the shadows.
"Who's there? Come out now!" Harley ordered and took out her gun, cocking it in the direction of the shadow. She heard an audible sigh. "Red?"
As Harley suspected, Poison Ivy stepped into the light, holding a small spray bottle with a clear liquid in it.
"What are you doing here?" The two of them asked at the same time. Pamela let out a frustrated growl. "Are you kidding me? Do you have any idea how worried I've been? How scared? I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere! I saw on the news that you shot up Arkham and suddenly you disappeared for weeks!" The red-haired woman ranted.
Harley blinked rapidly, as she felt her eyes tear up with guilt.
"Let me guess, you're back with him, hmm? That's what I thought. I thought I meant a little more to you than..." Pamela continued but then Harley narrowed her eyes and looked behind her.
"There's someone else there! Show yourself, or I'll shoot you!"
Vicky Vale appeared next to Ivy, a white leather jacket and a pair of black leggings underneath. A small black mask was supposed to hide her identity but she gave herself away.
"Harleen, please don't, I should thank you..."
Hearing her old name, a reminder of the life that was taken and ripped to shreds, Harley felt herself filled with rage. She used her gun to shoot up in the air.
"Shuddup! So that's it, huh Red? You lose me and then trade me in for this bimbo? Vicky Vale? Are you serious?"
Now it was Ivy's turn to look uneasy. Vicky cleared her throat. "P-Please dont'shoot me, but...you saved me. I killed Jasper, that day that you...showed me mercy." She explained. Hm, funny way to mention that I didn't shoot her back then, Harley thought.
"I-I killed him and then ran away, I didn't know where to go. A guy offered me drugs and tried to take advantage of me. Ivy sorta saved me and offered me a place to stay while I get back on my feet."
"Oh well, isn't that noble!" Harley explained, pretending to swoon at that gesture. "My dear red knight in green shining armor!" She then added, mockingly.
"What's your problem, you didn't think enough of me to tell me you were still alive!" Ivy threw back at her, planting her arms in her sides.
With a drawled out groan, Joker appeared and cocked his gun at Ivy and Vicky. "I'm not sure how long you girls were planning on keeping this up, but Harley shot a bullet in the ceiling. Something tells me the guards are alerted by now." He said in an annoyed tone of voice.
The looks the three women shot him, could have killed him on the spot.
"Just letting you ladies know." He said, holding his hands up defensively.
"The only guard in here is dead. So it's just a question if the cops were called by someone else or not." Ivy informed him in a bored tone. Vicky smirked.
Outside they heard sirens wailing all of a sudden. Joker shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"What do you need that rock for? Something dangerous?" Pamela demanded to know of Harley. She pouted and huffed. "I dunno! I was just asked to collect!"
"You didn't tell her. Class act, clown boy." Pam now scoffed, without looking at him. He glared and pointed his gun at her again.
"Stay out of my way this time, miss Daisy. I'm warning ya!"
Harley started to pace around. "Okay, Red, you know more and there's something you're not telling me. Mr. J...cool it. Take the night off. Lemme handle this, okay?"
Both Joker and Pamela were a little stunned at her sudden assertive behavior.
"We need to be quick, alright? No time for fooling." Harley concluded. She stepped over the rope of the pedestal and knocked it over with a kick, catching the diamond as it toppled from its base in her hand.
"Let's go!" She told Joker but Pam stepped up. "Wait a second! We are here for that too! What makes you think that we're just gonna givie it up? He didn't even tell you who its for!"
Joker got frustrated and made his gun ready to fire. With a howl, Harley jumped him and took his gun from him, dropping the jewel in the process. Vicky dashed forward and tried to retrieve it, but Harley quickly kicked her in her chest, sending her flying into a nearby wall.
Meanwhile Ivy picked up the item and held it against the light. They heard the police trying to break open the museum doors, that were barricaded.
Vicky scrambled to her feet and groaned in pain, not seeing Harley coming the second time. In a swift move, Harley snaked her arm around the woman's throat and held a small knife to her face.
"Red drop that rock and kick it over, before I give this one a nice big smile. Permanently." She warned her former lover. Pamela frowned, a look of sadness and anger plastered on her face.
"You'd hurt someone I care about? Just because of your petty vendetta against me? Because he wants you to steal this for him? Harley, ask him why! Why he wants it!"
Harley rolled her eyes. The fact that Joker hadn't reacted to her taking his gun made her uneasy. But then a thought popped into her head.
"Why he wants it? Alright, then why do -you- want it, Pam?"
Ivy stammered a bit, not expecting this question. Harley scoffed and held Vicky even tighter. Vicky whimpered in pain and fear.
"That's what I thought. You're just trying to confuse me. Not this time. You're no better than him or me, so stop pretending you are. Gimme that rock and I'll give you back your new toy, get it?"
Ivy shook her head and threw the rock in Harley's direction. She quickly let go of Vicky and caught it in time. To mess with them, she put her foot between Vicky's legs, causing her to trip as she fled. Ivy shot forward to help her up and glared up at Harley, feeling betrayed. Harley felt betrayed as well, traded in by someone else.
They went they're separate ways, before the police could even enter the building.
Once outside, Joker pulled Harley into an alley and kissed her ferociously, pawing at her leather suit as he pushed her against a wall. Harley undid her belt and zipped her pants open, before Joker pulled it down with a needy growl. Then he lifted her and put her on a dumpster, laying on her side so her ass was exposed to him. Now he undid his own pants and spit in his hand, before using his spit to lube up his cock. After lining himself up with her pussy, he quickly pushed himself inside, causing Harley to gasp and moan in pleasure. Without giving her the time to get used to his size, he grabbed her hips and started to thrust in and out in a rapid pace. The excitement of their theft, the fact that Harley screwed over her former lover for him and the anger of her going against him unleashed itself.
"You're mine. Mine." He growled over and over, crawling over her at some point and moving his hands from her hips to her hair. He tangled through it and pulled it down, forcing her to look at him. Harley was so on edge that the entire thing sent her into an abyss of pleasure, her folds clenching around his cock almost painfully hard. As she was lost in pleasure, Joker softly laughed in her ear, to continue her training.
Dr. Crane would be pleased, was his last thought before Joker shot his load deep inside his queen of crime.
