Once Jonathan was out the door, Joker's eyes snapped in Harley's direction. "Eyes on me." He demanded in a soft, but firm voice.

Harley looked at him and for a moment, he hated what he saw in her eyes. Pity. It enraged him. He needed to do something that would make her respect him again, or else all was lost. He felt seen, visible, vulnerable. These might be things that he was comfortable with as Arthur, in her presence, but he couldn't handle that as Joker.

"Didn't I tell you to not talk to my men? To keep to yourself? To let me work?" He continued, scattering to his feet, wiping the tears from his eyes in an angered manner.

"Sorry, mister J. but that didn't sound he like he was one of 'your' men." Harley said, a tad snippy. She was agitated by what she saw, also annoyed that he was keeping secrets from her.

Of course she knew that the kind of business he was wrapped up in, was all criminal business. Which was all perfectly fine, but now that she was a victim, she blamed him for it. Despite him being made a victim here as well.

With a few quick strides, he was at her side and pricked the sharp edge of a small pocket knife in the side of her neck.

"You're not gonna hurt me, mister J. We both know that." Harley said, a smirk around her lips and provoking eyes. Almost as if she wanted him to make a move. Then he understood. She wanted him to take control. To make her feel better and safe, through making her feel he was still in charge.

He used the knife to cut through the hair ties, causing her hair to cascade down her shoulders. Then he fisted his hand through it and pulled it down, forcing her to look up at him. He placed his face near hers, their lips almost touching.

"You're a bad girl, Harley. I think you need to be reminded of what your place is." He murmured staring at her intently.

"And what's that, mister J.?" She whispered, an expectant look in her eyes.

"Whatever I decide that to be." He answered and stuck out his tongue, licking over her lips with a groan. She shuddered and felt her folds moisten up for him.

"I need you...to hurt me...to punish me.." She whispered, her eyes filling with tears. She finally said it, without shame. He grinned and licked over her lips more. "Go to the playroom, wait for me there. Forehead to the ground and ass in the air." He instructed, putting the knife away.

Harley nodded and went to the room he mentioned, waiting in the position she was told in. Joker went downstairs and out of the building, to smoke his cigarette outside. Harley was complaining about the cigarette smoke inside the house and he wanted to relieve her a little bit, these days.

He put the cigarette between his lips and tried to light his lighter, but it kept refusing to give him a flame. "Damn it." He murmured and shook it a few times, trying to light it again.

"Need a light?" A voice behind him sounded, but he was knocked out before he was able to ask who was there and how did they get passed his men.

With a groan, he woke up. His head hurt and he could feel the dried blood on his right temple. A bright light shone in his face, but he was able to make out that the was in an abandoned building. The walls looked old and poorly maintained. When he tried to move, he noticed that his arms were pulled backwards and tied against the sides of the chair. His feet were tied to the chair's legs.

"Where am I? Who are you?" He demanded to know, but nobody answered. Still, he could sense there was someone in the room with him. Finally, after an eternity, a voice sounded. A woman.

"We're going to have a little talk, Arthur."

"Show yourself! And don't call me that!" He growled, pulling at his restraints. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Oh? I'm not supposed to call you by your name? I know Harley is falling for this little show you're putting on, but I'm not." The voice continued, with a condescending huff.

"Ivy." Joker drawled out, finally recognizing the voice in the distance.

As suspected, Poison Ivy stepped forward, moving the lamp so it didn't shine right in his face anymore. "Arthur." She replied, narrowing her eyes at him. Her long red curls were a large contrast to the green raincoat that she wore. She sat herself down on a table, near the chair that Joker was tied to.

He scoffed, getting impatient with the heavy silence that hung in the air. "What's this about? What do you want from me? Harley doesn't want to come back to you, remember? You can't blame me for that." There was a hint of amusement in his voice, about that little fact.

"That's not entirely true, is it? I can blame you. It's your fault." Ivy said, frowning at him, as if he said something that was utter nonsense.

Joker shook his head. "You're deluded. She wasn't happy with you. She missed me." He scoffed, rolling his eyes at her.

She dropped to the floor, the heels of her boots making a thumping sound, landing in the bare concrete. Then she stepped forward and slapped him across the face. He let out a grunt of pain and eyed her in glee, as if part of him enjoyed that.

"You drove her crazy! By having yourself committed there and torturing her! Then you made sure she had to stop working and then kidnapped her!" Ivy shouted at him, angered over the whole situation. Joker threw his head back and laughed out loud, the high-pitched sound booming off the cold harsh walls in the building.

"And still she wants me more than she wants you." He said in a low voice and moaned when he was slapped again. "You're gonna make me cum in my pants, Red."

Ivy let out a sound of disgust and turned her back to him, rubbing her temples in frustration. She just knew that he was using Harley's nickname for her to rub salt in that wound, she just knew it.

"I'm not here to talk about Harley." She suddenly murmured, making Joker even more curious what this whole circus was about. "I'm here to talk about Jonathan Crane."

"What do you want with him? What do you want from me?" He demanded, suddenly sounding less agreeable than before. Ivy turned back towards him and crossed her arms over her chest. "What do you want with him? He's dangerous and you know that." She threw back at him.

"None of your damn business!" He growled, as if he was a trapped animal, starting to trash around on the chair. His face contorted in a pained expression after a while.

Ivy shook her head, sitting herself back down on the table. "Just keep calm, you're only going to hurt yourself. I need to know why you're doing business with him. For Harley's sake. We both know you're not being honest with her, I know that from that night at the museum."

"I thought this wasn't about Harley? She'll come looking for me if she finds me missing, you know? And I bet she'll come to you first." Joker replied, seeming a little smug.

"Oh, don't worry about her. I made sure to keep her occupied." Ivy replied, just as smug.

Meanwhile, in the warehouse, Harley was wondering what was keeping J. so long. Perhaps he was making her wait on purpose. This thought only made her more aroused for him. It was becoming easier for her to speak her mind to him and that realization made her feel good. Just when she was trying to get up from the floor, a handkerchief with a strange smelling substance was placed on her mouth and nose, knocking her out.

Waking up very drowsy, Harley noticed that she was hanging in the chains, in the corner of the playroom. She was leaning against the wall, but got up to pull at them. This wasn't Joker's work, there was someone else here!

"Who's there? Lemme outta this! Mister J. will come back soon and he's gonna hurt ya real bad!" She called out, her eyes scanning the room.

"Oh, I don't think that's going to happen, Harley." Vicky stated as she sauntered into the room. She leaned against the wall as she crossed her arms over her chest, smirking at the girl in chains. "Interesting room. So this is where you sign away your rights as a woman."

Harley glared at her, rattling the chains to try and escape. "That's bullshit! So enjoying sex with a man is signing away your rights? No wonder Jasper slapped your around, you frigid bitch!"

Vicky walked forward and wanted to slap her, but she took a step back again before she reached the girl. "You're just trying to egg me on to get me close to you. It wont work." She said smugly. It was true, Harley was planning on escaping by wrapping her legs around the other woman and forcing her to let her go. She was a gymnast after all and she was practicing her skills a lot these days, to be a better fighter.

"Where's mister J.?" Harley demanded to know, glaring because her little plan didn't work. Vicky shrugged. "You don't need to worry. He's in good hands. And so are you, if you behave."

Harley tilted her head, analyzing the woman in front of her.

"So. He's with Ivy. Judging by what she said at the museum and the fact that Joker is missing right after Jonathan Crane stopped by, I suspect that she found out what business they had together or she is grilling him at the moment to find out. She sent you to keep me busy and you agreed since you both know that Arthur is far too complex for you. He attacked you before, after all. You were far too eager to see me, but that's because I knew what Jasper was doing to you, without ever even meeting him. And you hate me for that. That I pricked right through your perfect little bubble. But you knew I was right and when I was out of the picture, you had nobody left to take it out on. So you killed him. Partially out of fear too, because of what you saw me do to John. This new life though...it's not satisfying, is it? Ivy is trying, but she can't give you what you need. You need...to be hurt. Part of you is missing that." She listed, gazing at the woman intently.

At first Vicky had opened her mouth to protest, but just left it hanging open at hearing how accurate the young blonde was analyzing her.

"I was always the better doctor, Vicky. It's time you face that truth." Harley said, gleefully reveling in Vicky's pain.

"You're not. Not anymore. You want to talk all big but you're just as much Joker's bitch as I was Jasper's bitch." She finally threw back, in a hoarse voice. "The only difference is that I broke lose of him."

Harley threw her head back and laughed, an eerie cackle bouncing off the walls.

"That's what you got from it? The only difference is that J. loves me! And I love him and I love what he does to me! You know what the difference is, Vicky? CONSENT! J. has my consent! Look me in the eyes and tell me that Jasper had your consent to do what he did to you. Well?!"

"So you're still not talking? I will have to take different measures then." Ivy told Joker, who had been silently glaring at her for ten minutes now. At first he just scoffed and sneered at her, but when she left the room and came back with a bowl of water, he stiffened up.

"What's the meaning of that? Gonna drown me?" He asked her, sitting up straight to see what she was up to. Now it was Ivy's turn to stay silent and she rolled a cart in his direction, setting the bowl on it. Then she pulled out a rag and dipped it in the water, before lathering it up with soap.

"Seeing as how you are not talking to me as Joker...I'll just have to see if I can talk to Arthur." She simply said, before she started to remove his make up.

"Stop! Cut it out!" He growled, trashing around on the chair again. He felt violated, attacked. But Ivy paid no mind to his demands and kept cleaning his face. Once it was fully bare again, she smiled at him. "There you are. Now. What is your business with Jonathan Crane?"

"What makes you think I'll talk to you now?" He asked, glaring even more intently at her. "And I want a smoke. Light one for me."

Ivy chuckled. "Don't pretend you're in control here, Arthur. That might work with Harley, but not with me. I'm not impressed. She's not alone now, by the way. You don't want anything happening to her, do you?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes. "You'd never hurt her. I don't believe it for a second." Ivy nodded.

"That's right. I wouldn't. But I'm not with her. Vicky is. And believe me when I saw she's got some unfinished business with her. Tell me, Arthur. What power does Crane have over you? He hurt her, didn't he? He hurt you too. That must be hard to deal with."

"You don't listen, do you? I'm not talking to you." Arthur mused, tilting his head.

"To distract the both of you, I set this up." Ivy said with a smirk, sitting down on the table once more. "But I sent a few men to kill Crane. He's too dangerous, Arthur. And you proved that you can't take care of Harley. I'm not letting it happen. You couldn't take care of your mother either, could you?"

Arthur's demeaning changed, he glared at her with fear and hate, as if he had seen a ghost that spilled all his secrets. "I take care of Harley. I took care of my mother too. You can't kill him. You can't. Your men will get hurt!" He ranted as he started to shake.

"So? What do you care about those men? You don't even care about your own! I killed five of them, by the way, to get to you. You may want to increase your security. Tell me why Crane matters. I can still call it off now. I have..." She glanced at her watch. "I have three more minutes. Tell me."

"N-No! Let me go! I need...I need Harey! Let me go to her! You can't kill him, you can't!" Arthur yelled, his voice increasing in volume with every word. "Then tell me why! You have two more minutes!" Ivy yelled back.

"He's going to cure my laugh! My condition!" Arthur finally blurted out, falling right into another laugh attack. "He said he would cure me, so she won't leave me!"

Ivy sank to her knees and put her hands on his knee and his back. "Arthur! Relax! Relax, please! He's not going to die, that was bullshit! Just calm down!" Ivy rattled, looking at him in worry and regret.

"What? He's not? He's gonna help me! With my condition! He said Harley would leave.." Arthur continued to babble and Ivy softly cupped his cheek. "I'm sorry, Arthur. I lied. I was so worried. I was afraid that you wanted to give him Harley. I...I didn't think. You love her. I see that now."

Arthur had tears running down his cheeks now and he nodded, sobbing softly. "I love her."

Ivy stood up and nodded.

"Then we'll take Crane down together. With Harley. Let's go get her."