Total dead: 2687. Turns out Batman sent Boy Wonder to bleed the drinking water into the river separating Gotham from Metropolis, which is why he wasn't in the alley. Also why the final death toll was so damn low. I was more mad about it than J was. He was so unconcerned over breakfast that I got even more frustrated.

"Dammit, why don't you care that they got in the way again?!"

"Because my plans aren't over yet." He grinned at me. "You think my revenge could take place in one night?"

A slow smirk spread over my face. "Tell me."

He chuckled, "It will be more fun to show you."

"Well what are we going to do today?"

"Today we stay home."

I pouted and he chuckled again. "It's a very special day, Harley. … I'm gonna mark you."

I thought of the bruises he'd left on my neck after the first time we'd fucked and furrowed my brows in confusion. "You've done that before …"

He just grinned and shook his head. When we were done eating he brought me to the master bathroom and the filled Jacuzzi tub, climbing inside. I joined him, the steaming bubbly liquid reminding me of the vats that had created us. He pulled me to him, his arms wrapping around my back as he kissed me. I buried my fingers in his hair, my tongue swirling against his. His hair bunched in my hands and I pulled against the roots, eliciting a wonderful groan from him. He responded by winding my long strands around one fist and yanking. My lips separated from his as my head bent backward, a grunt breaking through them. His mouth was on my neck then, lips moving against the most tender areas and making me moan. Metal teeth grazed my skin and I shuddered.

"Daddy's been thinking about cutting you again."

"Mmmmm. Give me pain, Puddin', I wanna cum."

"I want to, Harley girl. So badly." He pulled harder on my hair and I gasped. "I think about hitting you so hard it leaves bruises because every one of them is proof of our love. I want my knife to slice your flesh so we can lick it clean while your cunt spasms with glee."

I groaned, lifting my head to look him in the eyes and shifted so my knees were either side of his legs. I reached between us and pumped his swollen member a few times before guiding it to my opening. He continued, "I want you to get fucked by groups of men, me listening to you screaming for their cum, my smoldering eyes branding your very soul." I moaned again, my hips bucking as I slid my hungry cunt up and down his shaft. A gangbang all to myself? Yes, please.

"I want you to be able to taste fresh pussy and laugh with me as we discard her because she doesn't matter. None of them matter but me and you, my hands around your neck, cumming as I'm buried deep in your wonderful ass. You cumming so hard you can't even make any coherent sounds, just blissful grunts of pleasure and desire. … With me, all this can be yours, baby girl."

"Oh god, yes, Daddy. I can't wait to feel your blades on my skin and your cock in my ass. Anything you ask of me is yours as long as you keep fucking me."

"That's my girl." His teeth latched onto my neck and I cried out in bliss, my hips bouncing faster. A few moments later he pulled me up and off of him, laughing at my whining whimper. "Turn around, Pumpkin."

Bubbles swirled around me as he helped me spin, and then he yanked me close and shoved himself inside me again. He pinned my arms behind me, holding me so my back arched away from him. It felt so damn good. And then shoved me forward, continuing to thrust as my head went under the water. I never would have thought that a hot tub would be so loud below the water's surface. I don't know how long he held me under, but my lungs hadn't even started to burn before he pulled me upright. I sucked in fresh air as he hissed in my ear, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck."

Then I was back in the water. The way he gripped my arms so tight, the scalding heat on my face, his powerful assault on my cunt, the lack of oxygen in a completely new way, it all added up to an absolutely incredible feeling. Eventually my body reflexively started to fight for air and that's when he pulled me up. The slamming of oxygen into my lungs brought that familiar release, "Oh my GOD!"

He was more forceful when he shoved me under this time. And I had a wicked thought. I waited a while; then I mimicked the way my body had jerked just a few minutes ago. I knew he would hold me under longer. He was always increasing, adding more. I struggled a bit more and then I slowly relaxed my muscles until it seemed I went fully limp. He didn't notice at first. My lungs started burning horrifically and it was a fight to keep myself completely relaxed.

J yanked me upright. The fear in his voice was palpable, "Harley!"

I couldn't help it. I started laughing hysterically. He snarled in a rage and fisted a hand in my hair. Then he slammed me down so far my face touched my legs. And he held me there until I blacked out.

The next thing I knew I was lying on my back on the cold marble floor, coughing water out of my lungs, J hovering over me and clearly having been doing CPR. My chest hurt from the compressions. Immediately after I gasped heavily, I saw stars as he cracked my cheek. He grabbed my face and pulled me up, glaring into my eyes with a dark fury, "Don't you ever do that again."

He shoved me back to the floor and turned off the tub before draining it, "Get in the shower. Clean up." And then he left.

I washed and scrubbed and took my sweet ass time. I will admit that I was pouting about being killed just for playing. Can I actually say I died? Who cares, Daddy felt AWESOME! Let's die again. I wanna do it again.

Still sulking, I went to my closet and looked through the walk in until I found the frumpiest things I could. A sky-blue zip up hoodie and matching sweatpants. It would have been better if they were baggy, but I'd chosen something that hugged my frame at the designer store. I pulled my hair back into a bun, knowing that I wouldn't be able to hold him off much longer. Finally, I wandered out of the second bedroom and past his office before checking the dining room and kitchen. Then the TV room and the one with the piano before the other bathrooms. I kept wandering until I found the third bedroom again. I hadn't been in there since the first time I looked around the Penthouse.

"There she is," he greeted me as he had when I was put back on his case in the asylum. What, so all is forgiven? Maybe for you, but you're not the one who died, are you?

I hmphed and noticed the other guy in the room, sitting next to what looked like a massage chair and a roller table littered with small bottles of varying colored liquids. I waved my hand at the situation, "What is all this?"

"This is Tommy. Now, Pumpkin, who told ya you could get dressed?" his teasing reproach was punctuated by that ha ha haaa I love. But I was still mad. He took my wrist and pulled me over to the table. "Strip."

"I don't have anything on underneath." I crossed my arms, jaw set defiantly.

"Good. Take it off."

"Why?"

"Why?" his arched brow told me he knew I was sassing him. "Because Daddy told you to."

My arms stayed crossed, eyes narrowing slightly. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me close, taking my mouth in the way he knew would make my cunt throb before licking my lips. "I told you I was going to mark you, Pumpkin. Tommy's my artist."

"Hmph."

The hand that had held my throat now gave three moderately hard pats to my cheek, "Don't be a brat, little girl."

"I think you would be a little pissy if you'd just died."

He laughed. Then viciously shoved his fingers up between my scalp and bun, curling them so tightly the pain caused my eyes to tear up and juices to drip down my thigh. He pulled me close and growled in my ear, "Pumpkin, do you really think that's the last time I'm gonna kill you?"

YES! Again, again, again!

I came. All was instantly forgiven because I immediately wanted it again. I swore to live for him. I swore to die for him. I would do it again and again and again and again for all eternity.

I had to hold onto him to keep from falling as my legs turned to jelly. He chuckled, "That's my good girl." Then shook my head side to side using the fingers still curled painfully against my scalp and snarled, "Get this shit out of your hair. It makes ya look like the bitch that died to bring you to me."

I obeyed. Of course, I obeyed. As soon as he withdrew his hand, I unwound the bun and shook out my long locks. "There's my girl. So much better, isn't it?" When I nodded, he mockingly nodded along with me, "Yeah. … You better do as Daddy said and take those clothes off, little girl."

His grin as he watched me continue to tremble from orgasmic aftershock while I followed his orders made me feel delicious. "Now lay down on the table. You're about to get your first tattoos."

"Ooo! A tattoo?" I lit up. "I want a dolphin! And a rainbow! And a-"

"Shh shh shh shh shh shhhh." J looked to Tommy, who nodded and got up to go work on his computer for a second. "I've already got my plans, baby."

He sat down on a stool near my head, pulling out a second roller table from beneath the long one I was laying atop and opened one of the drawers, grabbing his purple and gold tattoo gun and putting it on top. Two tiny cups and a bottle of black tattoo ink came next. Purple nitrile gloves, paper towels, what turned out to be a bottle of foaming soap, and a razor. He slid on the gloves, reminding me of him giving me my "treatment" back at Arkham, and used the foaming soap to wash my jawline. As he used the razor over the area he had just washed, he said, "There are certain things people think when they see who you are on your skin. Judgments they make. And it's just so very fun to play with their minds. Do I show them what they expect or do I scare them with something far more unpredictable? I want you to experience this because it's just so … entertaining."

Tommy came back over with stencils printed on special paper, handed them to J, and started setting up his area. After giving his approval J cut off a portion of one with scissors and gave the sheets back to Tommy.

"Just one rule before we start, little one. Feel. Every. Second. You're about to have needles stabbing you thousands of times. Focus on the pain, drink it in, let it course through every cell of your body. But do not cum."

My questioning whine made him laugh. "You are not allowed to cum, baby girl. If ya do, I'll be forced to punish you."

How is that supposed ta make me not want to, Daddy?

I felt Tommy start to rub the soap on the area above my pubic bone and jumped, "What the hell?"

When I tried to look, J pushed my head back to the left, "One more rule. Don't. Move."

I nodded and he lightly rapped his knuckles against my cheek. "I said Don't. Move."

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl."

The next few hours I spent trying desperately to remain perfectly still. The pain was glorious, electric. J finished first and watched Tommy work for a while. He'd taken off his gloves and occasionally leaned down to point out different spots and mutter to his tattoo guy. The last time he pointed, he came back staring at his knuckles. The card suits. He had the spade, the diamond, the club … but no heart. His ring finger was blank. I'd noticed the first time I'd seen them, but hadn't asked about the missing heart card yet. He went to Tommy's computer and clicked around a bit. Soon the printer whirred as another stencil came out.

J came back and went through the washing and shaving process higher up on my cheek. He gloved up before laying the stencil and tattooed the outline carefully. After wiping and cleaning and wiping, he stared and pondered for a moment. Then he switched out needles and began filling it in.

My skin was deliciously sore by the time they were done, buzzing happily everywhere their ink had been injected.

"Come and see, Pumpkin." J gestured to a full-length mirror on the wall behind him. I slid off the table and bounced over to the wall, leaning forward to inspect J's work first. There was one word written along my jawline – "Rotten" – and a black heart on my cheek. I squealed and clapped my hands together, making J laugh.

Then I looked down. It was harder to make out the words because of the flowing script, but I noticed the image immediately, "My dolphin and rainbow!"

I spun in a circle before going back to the mirror and focusing on the backwards letters, "What's it say?"

"Lucky You." my love came up behind me, sliding his hands around my body to splay across my torso above the fresh tattoo, "Once I saw you with Jonny, and knew it was gonna happen again, I decided anyone who gets to touch you should know just how damned lucky they are."

Giggles tripped out of me, "Puddin I love them. They're perfect!"

"It would normally take a few weeks for these to heal." his fingertips caressing over me raised goosebumps on my skin. "A small benefit of Ace Chemicals, minor wounds heal at an alarming rate. They'll be all set in two days."

"And then I can get more?"

He laughed, "You can have as many as your little heart desires, Pumpkin."

"Can I do one?"

He laughed again, "You wanna learn to tattoo?"

"Yeah!" How intoxicating it must be – inflicting pain while making beauty. "It looks fun. What now?"

"Now we wrap these up and let you heal."

I pouted, "But why can't we go out?"

"Because we're home tonight. You and me."

You and me. It was the first time I realized that, other than fucking, we hadn't really had much alone time together. A night with my king sounded perfect.

"I wanna drink."

"Good. I like getting you drunk. It's different after. Drinking, I mean. Your body will process the alcohol quicker so you'll have to drink a lot to really feel it."

"Not a problem." I giggled. I'd never been a huge drinker before, but now I yearned for that extra loss of control.

It was a truly incredible evening. We drank and ate and smoked and fucked and watched movies. Everything I wanted. It was perfect.