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I'm Only as Good as the World Allows Me to Be

Tallon and I ended up staying with Bruce for a month before I decided that I needed to go back to my apartment and pack my things to leave. I still haven't decided whether I would take him up on his offer but he said as long as I wasn't committing violent crimes then I could take as much time as I needed to decide. Kind of hard to commit crimes when your fingers and toes are healing.

I came down to the dining room for breakfast like I had been for the past couple weeks, once I wasn't confined to my bed anymore. Bruce stood from his usual place to come and pull out my chair, no one could fault him for the manners he had when he wasn't beating criminals to a pulp.

"How did you sleep Scarlett?" He still refuses to call me Scar, it gets on my last nerve sometime.

"Fine, same as every other night that I've been here. How about you, huh? I heard the Batmobiles' engines late this morning, did you even get any sleep?" I will admit that I've grown to care about Bruce a lot, which is why I'm so confused about the choices that I have.

"Guilty, I'll sleep after breakfast."

"Crime in Gotham sure doesn't sleep." Or slow down for that matter.

"No it doesn't, what did Alfred say he was making the morning?"

"I think he said he was making a full english this morning to account for your long night." He sighed happily and leaned his head back against the chair with his eyes closed. "Bruce you need to go get some sleep, food will still exist after you wake up." He didn't even respond, damn, the bastard can fall asleep anywhere.

I stood up and went into the kitchen where Alfred was frying up bacon with Tallon sitting in a little doggy bed in the corner of the kitchen; he's grown to love Tallon a lot over this past month.

He turned to me, "ah, good morning Ms. Korin, how are you?"

I went to sit at one of the bar stools, "morning Alfred, I'm doing okay. Bruce fell asleep at the table so I don't think he'll be eating for a while."

He gave a small chuckle, "I see, well I shall be sure to keep a plate in the oven for him for when he wakes up. What are your plans for the day Ms. Korin?"

"I'm not entirely sure yet. I had thought about going back to my old apartment and grabbing some things, possibly staying the night as I'm getting better."

"I take it that means that you have made a decision regarding Master Bruce's proposition?" I shrugged while coming to stand beside him, watching the bacon fry in the pan.

"I've been looking at more permanent apartments in Gotham, but I've also been looking at apartments outside of the states. I want to help Bruce out as much I can, especially after everything he's done for me." Why do you always feel the need to owe someone Scar?

"Master Bruce doesn't expect anything from you, Ms. Korin."

"I know, that's exactly why I want to help him. I just don't know if I could be on the same level as boy wonder is with him. It just doesn't seem right to do good things to the city after everything I've done to it." He took the bacon out of the pan and placed it on a paper towel lined plate.

"You could consider it a second chance Ms. Korin." He single handedly cracked an egg and dropped it into the sizzling meat grease.

"Bruce has already given me one and I fucked it up. I think I would be better at working with him from a distance. At least then there would be no collatoral from any possible fuck ups on my part."

"Well it is ultimately your decision Ms. Korin, I do know that your presence will be sorely missed in the manor."

"I'll miss you too Alfred but it's not goodbye. Would it be okay if Tallon stayed the night tonight while I'm gone, I'll be back by tomorrow evening."

"Of course Ms. Korin, please feel free to take one of the cars with you."

"Oh thanks, but no thanks, if I were to bring one of those into my old neighborhood it would get stripped for parts the second I step out of it."

We sat and ate breakfast together while Bruce's plate stayed in the microwave waiting for the time that he'll eventually wake up.

Coming back to my apartment for the first time in a month was like seeing an old friend you never wanted to see again. It didn't even feel like home anymore. Bruce had paid to have the door fixed from where he kicked it down. He told me that he hasn't been back since that day, so everything should be the same as when I left. Unless someone else has paid a visit.

When I walked in I locked the door behind me before doing a quick sweep of the small apartment. Everything did seem to be the same as when I left it, even the folder with the note that I didn't get the chance to look at when I woke up. I walked over to it and picked up the note.

I had fun doll

We should do it again sometime

J xxx

That fucking bastard!

I crumpled the note and threw it across the room, I should have done the same with the folder and yet I still looked through it. The folder fell from my hands once I could comprehend what I was holding. A knife cluttered to the ground, surrounded by pictures of me.

Jesus

I dropped to my knees, my breathing uneven, to gather the photos from the ground. Photos of my half naked body after every cut was put on my body, Joker holding my hair as a mustache posing for the camera before shaving it, him next to my face placing kisses on my cheek while he cut the other one. Every photo showed what a sadistic bastard he is and how weak I am, how could I have let myself be so weak?

I jumped to my feet to grab a pot from the kitchen and brought it back. Every picture was ripped into a million pieces and fluttered into the pot before being set on fire.

The knife was a different story, it still had blood on it.

You should keep it Leta, kill him with it when you get the chance.

I shook my head free of the thought.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, I leapt into action grabbing the spare handgun under my bed, if Bruce knew that I had this he'd be very disappointed. I slowly made my way to the door, before looking through the peephole.

"Scar are ya in there? It's me Harley, ya haven't been around for weeks, please let me in!"

I threw the door open and grabbed Harley by the collar of her shirt before spinning her around into the apartment and slamming the door behind me. The rage that was coursing through me was indescribable, rage and sadness, I would cry when I got angry when I was younger. It felt like that.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now for what your boyfriend did to me!" I said with my gun pointed at her.

"Well first off you look like hell and second I have a guard that'll kill ya if anything happens to me, but what do ya mean puddin' did this to ya?"

"Don't you fucking call him 'puddin'' in front of me. Did you know? Did you know he was gonna fucking do this to me?!"

"Scar, I don't even know what he had for breakfast, let alone what he plans to do to people. I told him not to hurt ya as soon as I knew that you two were working together. He knows you're special to me, he wouldn't do that to ya."

"Take a fucking look at me Harley, who's M.O does this fit huh? He set me up with Maroni, an ambush was waiting for me as soon as I got there. I went to confront him about it and he knocked me out. I woke up like this, I look worse than Victor fucking Zazz, Harley. Now tell me again, why shouldn't I kill you?"

She walked up to and grabbed the barrel of the gun that was shaking in my hand and pushed it to the side, and I let her. Her hands came up to grab my cheeks, one finger ran along the long scar, starting at my lip, it caused me to shiver and tears to come to my eyes. I saw tears spring up in her eyes as well. She pulled me into a hug and I hugged her back.

"I'm so sorry Scar, I didn't know, I swear I didn't. I've been waiting to see ya for weeks, I wanted to talk to ya, I missed ya. I'm so sorry, so, so sorry." I could feel her crying against my shoulder and I cried against hers.

"It'll never be okay Harley but I don't blame you for it." I blame myself, I should have left while I could. "We're both his victims Harley but we don't have to be."

She lifted her head from my shoulder, her makeup was running down her face and her eyes were red. I didn't get a chance to think before she brought my lips to hers. They felt familiar, so I definitely kissed her that night.

Her hands started running under my shirt and I didn't stop her when she asked if it was okay.

"I don't want you to stop," she feels so good, so soft. "Harley…"

She lifted my top off and quickly discarded my bra as well. I had only ever slept with two other women before in my life but neither of them had the same gentleness and ferocity that Harley did. Who the hell am I kidding there is no one like her.

After my bra was she looked down at my breasts before gently cupping them. She started to lead me down the hall, "the door on the right."

I couldn't help the moan that parted my lips, the feeling of her hands that touched the parts of me that were exposed. She was slow, but I didn't want to be slow, not with the mess inside my head. I didn't want her comfort or pity, I wanted it rough and chaotic.

"I'm not gonna break Harley, you can be rough with me, cuz I plan on being rough with you too okay?"

She nodded before attacking my lips, she bit and sucked at my bottom lip. Purrs of satisfaction rose from her throat as she saw how swollen they had become.. Her hand kneaded at my breast before she rolled my nipple between her fingers, heat pooled between my legs. I laced my fingers through her hair, tugging at the roots, eliciting moans that parted those ruby red lips.

When we fell through the door she pushed me to the bed and went to unbutton my jeans and pull them down my legs before hovering over me to kiss me again, why does kissing her feel so good? I locked my ankles around her and ground myself against her, I could hear her let out a soft moan at my motions. I reached up to unclasp the hooks on her colorful overalls that she wore here and pushed them down to her hips before tossing the crop top she had underneath to the other side of the bed. She wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts bounced, they were full and fucking perfect, God she's beautiful.

I rolled us over before climbing away and kneeling near my bed, I brought her ass to the edge of the bed and began to kiss up her legs, nipping at her inner thighs, leaving a trail of marks to the underwear that I left on her for now.

She moaned softly and I could feel her low soft laughter, her hands clasped the sheets on the bed by her side. I smiled before placing a harsh bite right near her cunt, she yelped and I smiled at the reaction. I could smell the sweetness and knew she would taste just as good, she was begging me to touch her, to please her, God I want to please her. I ran my thumb along the soft fabric of the underwear finding the hardened bud, she twitched arching into my hand.

I pulled her underwear down and tossed it to join the rest of our clothing before plunging a finger into her, gently prodding her walls. The wetness pooled out coating my hand. I added another finger hearing her moans grow louder. I kept going, watching her twitch and moan, her body moving to meet the pump of my fingers, my thumb keeping up the ministrations on her nub. Her breathing grew erratic, but I couldn't let her come, not yet, not until I tasted her.

I stopped right before she reached her peak and she shot up, her cheeks red with excitement and her eyes searching for a release, she was most definitely a little angry. I smiled before holding up my soaked fingers, taking them in my mouth one at a time, tasting her, "you didn't think you'd come before I got a taste did you Harls?" She shook her head, her eyes pleading for me to keep going but her smile letting me know that she loved the delay. "You're fucking soaked Harls, is it all for me baby?"

I didn't let her answer before lowering my face again, this time my mouth sought out her bud. I could hear her body pant as my tongue swirled around it. She began to jolt again and moan, "oh God, fuck Scar, please keep going." I moved the hand that was resting on her stomach up and kneaded at her breast, twisting and pulling at the stiff peaks that were heaving under my hand. Both of her hands let go of the sheets that she had been gripping, one hand came to rest on top of mine while the other caressed my head between her thighs. Her body began to shake as I plunged my tongue into her, as far as I could before returning to her clit.

Her moans grew louder and the heat between my legs grew, my own wetness soaking my underwear, clinging to my thighs. My body was shivering in it's own anticipation and I shot my other hand down to my own clit, rubbing it and moaning into her. I couldn't take much more and neither could she.

"Don't touch yourself Scar, I wanna make you come." Those words alone could have made me come but I stopped touching myself knowing the wait would make it feel so much better.

I could tell she was finished when her legs tightened around my head bringing me closer to her arching body. I continued to lick at her until she rode out the aftermath of her orgasm, I pressed a kiss to her stomach after her legs let go of me. I pulled myself onto the bed, and she gave me a soft smile.

Harley pulled me up from between her thighs and pushed me to the center of the bed, my head falling between the pillows. She quickly yanked down the underwear that had been soaked through.

"Harls," I moaned out as her hand gently massaged my core, she laid on top of me, kissing me. I arched into her hand, God I want to come, I want her to make me come.

She eased her fingers into me and it felt so fucking good, she started off slow but my back arched as she began to pick up the pace. Her eyes never left mine as she continued to tease me with her changing tempo. I felt her tongue lick a stripe up my neck from my collar bone to my lips. I gripped her hair and crushed her mouth to mine.

I felt her fingers begin to pick up the pace again and I was right there on the edge. I swear if she slows down again I'm gonna fucking scream. Except she didn't slow down, she kept getting faster and faster and rougher. I felt her lean down to the side of my face and bite at my earlobe before pressing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

"Are you gonna come for me bunny?"

I couldn't answer so I just nodded my head furiously, I'm so fucking close please don't stop! I felt her free hand come up to wrap around my throat and squeeze with the slightest bit of pressure.

"I need words Scar, are you gonna come for me?"

"Yes, God yes I'm gonna fucking come Harls please, please let me come…" her mouth covered mine and swallowed the rest of my sentence as I fell apart on her hand. I reached down to cover the hand that was between my thighs and slowed down its ministrations when it became a bit too sensitive.

"How many orgasms have you ever had in one night bunny?" She asked while placing gentle kisses on the side of my neck.

"Huh? I don't know...maybe three, or four I think. I wasn't really counting if I'm being honest."

She giggled before kissing her way down my stomach, "I'm gonna break that record."

Fine by me, I'll worry about consequences in the morning.

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