"So what do you need it for?The rock?" Harley asked J., as they rode home in the back of an escape car, that was waiting outside of the museum.
"Don't worry about it." Joker said dismissively, polishing his gun with a white handkerchief.
"I said that I wanted to know what it was for." She said more firmly, raising her voice. J. looked up from his chore and narrowed his eyes at her. Harley could feel her lower abdomen twitch, seeing the warning look that he shot her. Suddenly she was very aware of his seed still inside of her, since they had to dress and flee from that little alley, as soon as Joker shot his load.
"And I said not to worry about it." Joker repeated himself.
They eyed each other and felt the tension in the car rise. Even the driver shifted in his seat a bit. "Driver! Lemme out!" Harley exclaimed all of a sudden.
"Harley, cut it out!" Joker growled annoyed. "Driver, don't you dare let her out!" He then added in a warning manner.
The driver muttered some sort of agreement but it was clear by his tone of voice that he was scared to go against either of them.
Harley narrowed her eyes and started to open the car door on her side. Suddenly it flung open, once the door got caught in the wind. She almost flew out of the car but Joker pulled her back and reached over to close the door again. Quickly he locked it and glared at her, grabbing her face and putting the gun under her chin. His body pushed against hers and she felt that he was rock hard. A whimper escaped her throat.
"Did you just fucking defy me? Hmmm? Didn't I tell you to let it go?" He murmured as he brought his face close to hers. "But noooo, you didn't listen, did you? You put us in danger instead. I should teach you a lesson."
Harley swallowed hard and noticed that she was panting. A feeling of want, of need, was rising between her thighs. Their quickie in the alley hadn't satisfied her enough, she needed him a lot longer than that.
"Teach me a lesson, mr. J." She whispered, sticking out her tongue and licking over his lips. He caught her tongue with his mouth and sucked on it, grunting in desire.
The car stopped in front of the warehouse and Joker pulled back, still glaring at her. The gun was still firmly planted underneath her chin but Harley didn't feel scared. All she knew was that she wanted this man inside of her.
"Oh, you want me to teach you a lesson, huh? I'll make you regret asking me that. Get upstairs. Now." He demanded of her.
After getting out of the car, he allowed her to step out as well and walked behind her as she made her way upstairs. While she walked up the stairs, he started to spank her behind, making her yelp and let out little giggles at the sudden slaps. Even though he was angered before, hearing her laugh caused him to chuckle in delight as well.
But when they arrived in their living area, they both quickly stopped smiling. A young man in a goodo suit was inspecting the art on the walls, adjusting his tie and the tiny pair of glasses that he was wearing.
"Gimme your gun." Harley demanded of Joker, but he shook his head.
"Ah, mister J. You've finally arrived. I've been waiting." The man said with a small smirk.
Harley got a bad feeling in her stomach. He knew Arthur. From what? From when? He was bad news, she just knew it. A quality suit like that? This smelled of criminal activities. And not the kind she wanted her J. wrapped up in.
"I said I'd contact you." Joker said, sounding cranky. He hung up his coat and kicked off his shoes, loosening the tie he was wearing and throwing it over a nearby chair.
Harley didn't loosen anything up, she was on full alert and ready to pounce, if it was needed.
The man chuckled some, obviously loving the fact that he was making Joker so uncomfortable. "What can I say, patience is not my strong suit."
"I am also here!" Harley remarked in a faux cheerful way, to let the both of them know how rude they were being.
"Forgive me." The man stated, bringing his hands to his chest as if his heart was hurting. Harley rolled her eyes. "I am doctor Jonathan Crane, I'm sure your other half told you all about me." He continued and held out his hand. When Harley accepted it, he turned his wrist and planted a kiss on the back of her hand. With a huff, Harley pulled it back.
"No, he did not." She answered and noticed that Joker was avoiding her gaze. "Harley Quinn." She then said to Jonathan, since he introduced himself to her as well.
"A pleasure." He replied with a grin. Then he turned to Joker again and seemed less charming all of a sudden. "Do you have my rock?
"I do." Joker replied and looked at Harley, since she had it last. She fished it out of her pocket and handed it to Jonathan. "Here. Retrieved by yours truly."
Joker narrowed his eyes, since her little jab made it clear that she got the diamond and not him. He couldn't use her working against him at the moment, but he had no idea how to let her know.
"Harley. Let me handle this." He said between gritted teeth. The way she glared at him made it clear that he made a mistake.
Jonathan found all of this rather amusing and eyed them both smugly, while also inspecting the diamond Harley gave him. "I have another matter to discuss with you. I think I perfected my fear gas. I wanted to share the first test with you." He told Joker.
Fear gas? Harley didn't like the sound of that.
"How do we test it?" Joker asked, lighting a cigarette and offering Jonathan one as well. He shook his head, to decline.
"We find someone you want to scare." He answered plainly. "But I do warn you that it's rather severe. So have any of your men misbehaved lately? Or should we test it on the lovely lady?"
As he said the last part, he snaked an arm around Harley's waist and he pulled her close, leaning down as if he was going to kiss her.
Joker took his gun out and put it against his head, cocking it.
"Let her go."
"Excuse me? I thought we had an understanding." Jonathan asked him with a frown. He didn't let Harley go.
"What understanding is that? And let me go!" Harley demanded to know and pushed him off of her.
Jonathan chuckled some and shook his head. "Hiding things for your lady, J.? That's not proper, is it? Perhaps you should just leave us alone, sweetheart, the men need to do some business."
Joker groaned, knowing what was coming now.
Harley let out a scoff and pushed him against his shoulder. "The fuck you calling me sweetheart for? I'll blow your brains out, buster! And then mister J. will string you up and eat out innards!"
"J. Tell her to back off, before I take different kinds of measurements." Jonathan said calmly, although it was clear that Harley's behavior was agitating him.
Harley glared at Joker, wanting to know why he wasn't just shooting this guy into oblivion. J. eyed the both of them, seeming flustered and indecisive. Harley wasn't used to this. It made her insecure too. What hold this this man have over her world, her Joker?
"Gimme that gun, if you wont end him then I will!" Harley demanded of him, but he shook his head.
Jonathan smirked, he loved seeing Joker all submissive. His girl being completely off guard by this was a nice bonus.
"So." He started, stepping back from the both of them, his long black coat swishing around his legs. "The both of you are not minding me. While I am being perfectly clear in my orders. Very well. Then I'll pick someone to test my new fear gas on."
Before either of them were able to respond, he threw a little glass vial on the floor and threw a burlap sack over his head. The vial broke and a certain liquid spread through the air, turning to smoke as soon as it came in contact with the oxygen in the room.
Harley saw the room change, it turned into her old room, from her childhood. Posters on the walls, a little make up table in the corner and a bed filled with black and red pillows. The posters didn't show the idols of her childhood, however, they showed monsters and animals that she feared. She saw that there was a heap of legs nearby her feet. Suddenly it moved and a million tiny little spiders ran into all directions, including up her legs. She screamed in fear and started to swipe them off her legs, screaming even louder when she saw them on her arms now. A figure entered her room, his arms and legs flopping around as if the bones were broken.
"Harleen! You good for nothing girl! Help your mother in the kitchen! After that, I have a job for you to do! If you think you can do it without ruining it all this time!" The figure shrieked at her, waving his floppy limbs around. Due to dark spots floating around his head, Harley wasn't able to see his face, but recognized his voice instantly.
"No, daddy, stop! Don't say that! You know how I try!" She started to blubber as she sank to her knees, trying to make sense of this all.
Meanwhile Joker saw an entirely different scene unfold. As soon as he inhaled the gas, he saw the room change as well. He was pulled to his knees, his hand suddenly cuffed to the radiator. His arm hurt, by the strange way his arm was twisted. A figure walked into the room, his legs moving slow and with loud thuds every time a foot hit the floor. The sound was so unnerving, so ominous, that he felt sick to his stomach hearing it.
"Are you being a little shit again?!" The figure barked, once he was close. "Gimme some time with your mother, before I have to take it out on you again!"
"No..stop...don't hurt my mommy..." Joker murmured, feeling that horrible feeling bubble up inside of him, the feeling of losing control.
"Maybe you'd rather have me using you..." The figure now mused and stepped closer, tangling his fingers through Joker's tresses and grunting eerily.
"No!" Joker panted, trying to pull his arm away from the cuff. He sniffled and panted at the pain, before suddenly bursting out in laughter. It was clear that this didn't happen because the situation was so funny. He squeaked and wheezed, doing his best to breath in between bursts, getting more and more desperate for it to stop.
Meanwhile Jonathan Crane stood in the middle of the room and eyed the both of them with a cruel grin on his face. He waited and the effects of the fear gas wore off, bringing Harley and Joker back to reality.
Harley looked around with big eyes, confused what just happened. Joker twisted his arm back into a normal position, once he realized that he wasn't cuffed to the radiator at all. He stood up and gathered Harley in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Please, trust me. Trust me, Harley." He whispered in her ear, before turning to Jonathan again. As much as it pained the girl, she stayed quiet.
"You had what you wanted, you have your rock and you tested your fear gas. I assume that that was all?" He asked, in a hoarse voice, embarrassed that he was seen losing control.
Jonathan tilted his head, that smug grin plastered on his face.
"I assume I don't have to teach you or your lady manners again, J.?" He asked in return. Joker swallowed hard and shook his head. "No."
"Good. I'll be back, with more orders." Jonathan chuckled and turned on his heels, lifting his hat for a moment, before leaving the room.
Harley wondered what power he had over her Joker, for him to allow all of this.
