Chapter 2: You cannot hide it

Two dark trucks drove through the streets of Louisiana at full speed. Once, arriving in the downtown area of the city, quiet passers by-walked under the tall skyscrapers and elegant restaurants offered by the city and a girl with heavenly eyes inside one of the trucks watched the glamorous shop windows through the window shops in the city.

When the two pick-up trucks reached their destination, the armed men and Harley got out to enter to the lobby of a city center luxury hotel, with very elegant decoration and beautiful chandeliers hanging all over the place on the glass tables. The cream-colored armchairs gleamed in the living room with ivory floors and the elegant paintings hung on the finely upholstered walls.

Two elegant and beautiful women emerged from an elevator. One wore a red dress and the other a dark grey one, both had their hair pulled up, neatly combed and walked arm in arm wearing large, expensive Louis Vuitton handbags.

They walked past the Joker's men, who still wore robes of security guards and machine guns in their hands, as did their boss who stood them back to them and talking to Jhonny.

"Who are they?" asked one of them.

"I don't know my dear friend, must be the new hotel's security guards" replied the other one.

The two of them turned their looks back to Harley who was near the men's with dark security guards robes and without any dissimulation they looked at her disgustingly from head to foot, staring at her baggy and orange recluse attire. In addition to the striking pink slippers she wore on her feet and the extravagant colors of her slightly disheveled hair.

"And that one? Oh, my god! Did you see how she's dressed?" said exaggeratedly the one in the red dress

"Yeah…she's just a slut or who knows…maybe they caught her trying to sleep in the hotel" they laughed loudly

Harley heard them laugh at her and saw them advancing toward the door. She was going to take the gun from her Puddin ready to shoot them, but watched as Jhonny was already approaching to the reception. She grimaced angrily and restrained herself with all her willpower.

The women turned to see the guards and Harley for the last time. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms in annoyance that was the only thing she could do for the moment; if she want to spend a quiet night with her Puddin. After how much she'd missed him, shooting the stupid women would only have made him angry for having to go in search of another hotel, knowing the long journey they had to do to get there and annoying him was what he wanted at least this expected reencounter.

Both women lost themselves murmuring behind the door, they did not know how lucky they are.

Jhonny walked briskly, carrying a briefcase in his hand and his weapon in the other, approached the thin wooden reception desk ready to "negotiate" his boss's stay at the luxurious hotel.

The man behind the table stared in amazement at Joker and Harley's clothes and all the masked men in black suits carrying submachine guns on one side of them. A chill ran down his body as Johnny stood before him with a look that showed annoyance and seriousness.

Jhonny put the briefcase in the table, opened it and the receptionist looked at the many wads of bills inside him and swallowed with horror. Jhonny immediately pulled out his gun pointing at his chest.

"You decide, choose the easy way or the difficult" the man could not speak and Johnny hit the table "three... two..."

"E… E... Easy" stammered the receptionist. "But do not shoot!" he was about to turn when he heard the trigger.

"A bad move ... or if you do something stupid and we will not hesitate to go quarter by quarter with all your prestigious guests starting with you" he threatened " we are going to spend the night here, so do it fast, my boss has little patience"

The receptionist turned his gaze to the Joker, who looked at him defiantly and with a dark countenance.

"Is it the Jok ...?" he could not finish speaking; Jhonny pulled the gun closer to him

"Shut up!"

"Yes…sir, I understood! How many rooms do you want?" asked the receptionist, who was beginning to notice the sweat on his shirt.

"The best room for my boss and the lady, two more for his men" the man turned around to take the keys and Jhonny shot the security camera in a corner. The receptionist was startled by the shot and urinated in his dark pants.

"H-Here you are…" he stretched his arm and Jhonny took the keys roughly; he left, leaving the briefcase in the table before the astonished eyes of a few guests who were hurrying on the way out the hotel.

Joker opened the spacious room and immediately entered Harley, who began to look around the place enthusiastically.

"This place is almost as beautiful as our house!" She said, throwing herself onto the bed and hugging a soft pillow "I have not felt anything so soft for a long time!"

Joker advanced to the majestic bed and threw a red suitcase at her.

"I know ... we'll be home soon," he said as he took off the top of his robes. Harley delineated each of his tattoos and his toned naked torso, she was fucking in love.

She turned to see the suitcase by her side and opened it; on one side were the clothes of her Puddin and two guns. On the other side was one of her shiny black mini dresses, along with her silver-heeled shoes, a matching wallet and some of her favorite accessories, plus sexy underwear and her little make-up bag.

Harley pinned her high-heeled shoes and smiled broadly.

"Puddin! You remembered to bring all this for me!"

"Oh…that! I know that my baby likes to dress always well…it's as if I were unarmed" he made a gesture with his hand and raised the frame of his nonexistent eyebrow "no! I could not! Hahaha"

"You're right" Harley laughed with him and get up from the bed, walked to the large window running the white curtains to reveal the landscape of the city lights. It was getting dark "look at this, Puddin! I know how much you like to observe the city from above"

Joker approached the bar of the room where there were all sorts of liquors and sparkling glasses glistening in the dim light; poured himself a glass of whiskey, drank it, and advanced to Harley on the large window.

"Baby ... now that we have no company, why do not you take this away?...you see...it starts to bother me" he said when he was near her, ran his body along with his hands, stopped at his waist and Caught her against the window in the back "my baby miss her daddy?"

"Yes…" she sighed as she felt his hands touching her completely. J squeezed her hips up to grab them with her own, causing her buttocks to feel his erection beneath her pants.

"Yeah? ...How much?" Joker whispered to her ear holding her firmly.

"So much… I miss you so much, mr J" Harley gasped.

"Do you want this? ..." he purred in a menacing manner and slipped his hands under the top of her uniform. Massaging her breasts squeezing them with unequaled strength and with his fingers played with her nipples making Harley moan with pleasure.

"Oh! Puddin!" She felt mad and he turned her tightly around her shoulders and kissed her neck intensely. He released his shoulders and his hands went straight to her orange jacket to undress her, Harley rushed and grabbed his hands so he would not continue "W-Wait ... I want to give me a ... bath!"

Joker grabbed his wrists and lifted them roughly against the window with a grunt.

"Are you serious?" he examined her with watchful eyes with a menacing purr.

"We have all night…jajaja…" she laughed flirtatious "you are going to play with me later? Say "yes", please…can you wait for me?"

"Mmmm" J gave a frustrated grunt shaking his face in denial, he returned to her and softened his expression - without delay, Harls ... - released his hands - ve ... - Harley took his face to give a quick kiss, gave the Turned and patted her buttocks as she moved toward the bathroom.

Joker fixed his eyes on passersby and the cars that drove quietly through the streets. He hit the window with the palm of his hand, he wanted to return to Gothic as soon as possible, that city was very boring for him.

Harley entered the large bathroom with very luxurious white and gold decor. She closed the door, walked to the jacuzzi in the corner of the room, and let the water run to fill it.

She returned to the glistening sink that had a large mirror that covered much of the wall. Beauty products, scents, soaps, creams and shampoos, as well as small plants at each end of the enormous mahogany-colored table were in order.

Harley finally took off her orange jacket and looked at the big bruise on her left arm.

"Damn it!" she said angrily, seeing that she had not yet disappeared from her skin. She washed her face and began to hurriedly check the drawers under the lavatory. She found white towels, but nothing to help her cover the purple on her arm. She sighed resignedly; perhaps she could tell Mr J that she had fallen...

She turned around and turned off the water from the jacuzzi that was already ready.

She slid down the loose orange trousers that fell to the floor with his underwear and removed the white shirt revealing his white and thin naked body. She returned to the sink to take some bath products, took them, took a few steps and his eyes opened, dropping all the products to the ivory floor.

She leaned abruptly on the counter.

"It cannot be..." She muttered and turned in disbelief, one hand holding her hair up to reveal her back. Horrified she realized that she had two long, dark bruises on her back and a red color on her buttocks. With her trembling fingers she touched them, she knew she had one on her arm, but she never thought she would have those big ones in her back, but of course...there were no mirrors in the prison.

She fell on her knees, hiding her face with her hands and tears began to roll down her cheeks. She cried disconsolately as memories struck in her mind and heart.

*Flashback*

In the darkness of the night and equipped with lanterns, three men made their footsteps march down the corridors of Belle Reve prison.

Close to the exit they were able to visualize the figure of a thin and dangerous woman who was sleeping prisoner inside a cage centered in the dark place.

The men in guards' uniforms pulled out a bunch of keys and entered the specially designed cage to house that rough prisoner and lit it with their flashlights.

Harley heard the noise opening her eyes and started to the corner next to the coffee espresso machine.

"Hey guys! What's going on? I'm not doing anything!"Harley said, raising her palms and looking at each of the men's faces.

"Baby doll… you say that you wanted to play with us and here we are!" said one of the guards laughing, taking by her arm.

"Do not! Wait! I was just joking! I just wanted to get away from here! But not anymore! I'm behaving well, do not you see?"

And it was true, she'd said those words to Griggs so she could escape and join her Puddin, but that no longer made sense to her…not after seeing the helicopter collide in Midway City with her Puddin inside.

"You should have thought of that before, cutie ...now you're coming with us!" said the guard, dragging her. Harley was enraged, twisted his arm and jumped on him, circled him with his legs and gave him a strong punch. Another guard pulled her from her hair and the one on the floor was able to stand up.

"Watch out! You know this bitch is dangerous!" he said to the others while another in the back tried to handcuff Harley, who resisted violently, still holding her hair, but she kicked him in the crotch.

"Bitch!" he shouted and nearly punched her in the face, but the third guard took his hand and said

"No idiot! In the face no! We will have problems"

Harley was still trying to free herself with all her might, but fell to the floor as she felt a strong blow to the back with the safety stick carried by the second guard.

"Maybe you saved yourself from having an ugly scar on your pretty face, but you will not save yourself from this!" finished the most violent guard and hit him hard on the back without compassion. Harley screamed in pain and covered his mouth with his hand "keep your mouth shut, bitch!"

She did not hesitate to bite the hand that covered her mouth and he released it, then she screamed.

"Leave me..." she couldn't finish because the third guard electrocuted her and dropped her unconscious.

"I told you to barely open her eyes, we had to electrocute her! Idiots! " the guard bellowed as he looked at his bloody hand "now be fast! Pick her up!"

With her face on the dirty, wet floor, Harley opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was the men's combat boots in front of her. She tried to put her hand on the floor to get up but realized she was handcuffed hands and feet. In addition to realizing that she was completely naked in front of them. Sat down on her knees and looked desperately around, she was in the prison showers.

One of the guards lifted his face with her hand and she, immediately tried to bite him but did not catch up. He shook his hands, trying to free himself from the handcuffs, but only managed to hurt himself.

"You're going to be a good bitch, Harley," the guard said, moving his face closer to her and pulling a lock of her blond hair behind her ear.

"Get me out! Get me out of here damn bastards!"She shouted in his face and spat at him.

The guard stepped back, wiped himself and said

"Shout everything you want, precious! The clown of your boyfriend will not come to rescue you!"he laughed"everyone knows that he is dead !, dead! You understand?"

His strength declined as he listened to his words. Harley clenched his fists, gave him where it hurt most, because he knew they were right. She would never see her Puddin again, for the first time he felt completely vulnerable, weak and empty. She closed her eyes, she could hear her thunderous laughter, she still could not believe she had lost him so abruptly.

At that moment, Griggs walked past whistling a melody quietly. It was his night watch and he stopped whistling when he saw the scene.

"Harley ..." he said slowly, everyone turned to look at him.

"What's the matter, Griggs? Are you joining us?" asked one of them.

"You have to teach this bitch a lesson!" followed another one.

"Oh no ... I do not want problems! I'm out of here" said Griggs, and looked at Harley who kept her face hidden by her hair. Swallowed, and turned. Although I knew Mr. J was dead, that girl was complicated.

"Sissy! The lunatic clown is dead! What the hell could happen?" shouted the first one.

"I know you also want to try this little slut" said the other and pulled Harley's hair roughly to raise her eyes.

Griggs saw Harley's red eyes and spoke

"Naa ... I'm not interested! Just do not make much noise! "

The three guards laughed.

"Don't worry, we will not, everything is under control, right, precious?"

Harley looked at them with disgust and hate in her eyes. Then Griggs watched as the guard gagged her with a black rag covering her mouth.

"Fuck...it's not my problem…" he thought as he walked. After all, Joker was dead and he had already returned the favor of the bills by giving his cell phone to Harley. What happened to her did not interest him.

"Very well, doll. Without further interruptions, you'll make us spend a long time now" the guard dragged her to the dirty sink and forced her to lean on it. Harley heard his pants fall and closed her eyes at the feel as she violently penetrated. Then she hears the other two guards unzip their belts...

"Puddin...Puddin ..." Her tears streamed from her eyes, as she bit the rag hard in her mouth as she felt the pain of the thrusts and men's hands cruelly outrage her body, but no one would come to help her, now she had nothing.

*Flashback end*

Harley saw her own tears fall on the spotless floor as she continued staying on her knees. She felt so dirty and miserable for having failed him. She did not want her Puddin to know, did not want him to know that these men had managed to rape her and she had failed to defend herself, making her look so stupid and pathetic

Stupid stupid

The voices in her head came back, but they were right. She had been so stupid and afraid of what she could say to him, she knew perfectly well that since she had taken her oath when she had let down the acids by giving the "yes" to those words, "would you die for me?" "Would you live for me?" She must belong only to him and the feeling of disappointment was very great...besides failing her own promise.

Harley wiped her tears and crawled across the floor until he reached the hot tub taking the products she had dropped. She immersed herself in the water and the foam and with a bath sponge began to scrub her body desperately. The voices in her mind did not leave her alone.

Dirty…dirty…

Take them away…take them away…

You cannot hide it...

Slut…Slut…

You failed…

Harley was washing and scrubbing her body. She could do everything she wanted, but those marks would not disappear from J's eyes.