Hello Friends! My deepest apologies for how long it took me to post this chapter!

I hit writers block hard and just recently came out of my dry spell. I hope the extra long chapter I have provided you with will allow me some forgiveness.

WARNING! This chapter contains domestic violence and one hell of a lemon!

You have been so warned!

Anna took a lasting look at the three boys she had just slain. Her hands were trembling as the warm blood on her hands cooled making her skin feel like she'd just submerged them in ice water. She turned around to look at her father and stepmother. The looks on their faces we prideful, like they had just seen her take her first steps or speak her first words. Their expressions were the only thing keeping her attached to the planet at the moment as a whole lot of WTF swam through her fragile brain. She tried to say something but as the words were about to come out they were rudely shoved out of their place in line by violent stream of vomit.

The Joker's Paris Apartment

2 hours later

Harley gently closed the door to Anna's room. Once they'd all gotten home she'd helped Anna get into the shower, dress for bed and gave her a Xanax. The girl would be in lala land for the rest of the night. A warm feeling felled her like she'd just taken care of her own baby girl, not her stepdaughter. All in all the evening went well, they had a chance to talk about some personal girly things and bond a little. On top of everything Anna popped her other cherry and took out her first scumbags. Harley couldn't have been prouder of her stepdaughter… no of her daughter. Anna was her daughter now, now and forever.

The warmth flowing in Harley's heart and soul was stomped out as a waive of pain came crashing into her. The blinding pain was courtesy of a leather-gloved fist that was attached to her ball and chain. She met with the marble floor and tried desperately to reacquaint herself with a standing position but failed as she was kicked in the stomach and rolled over.

Her Puddin was standing over her, teeth clinched, eye twitching and murder in his gaze. She knew he was seeing blood. As her mouth and mind worked overtime to catch up with each other through the pain Mr J lowered himself to one knee. Actually he lowered one knee right over her throat and pressed all his weight down… hard.

"You stupid fucking Barbie doll. You led my little girl into a place where she could have been raped and killed!" He screamed

"Pu…Pu..dn… Pl…ees."

"Please? Please? You have the fucking never to beg for mercy right now? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't crush you like a fly on the sports page right now."

"Vr…gn" Harley croaked out.

"What was that dearest?" He asked with venom.

"An…a…isa…vr…gn…"

Her half words suddenly made sense. Harley was telling him that Anna, his daughter, was a virgin. The Joker took his knee off Harley's throat. The sound that emitted from his wife's body was somewhere between a death rattle and a cry for life. He dropped on all fours and stared at the floor.

"Anna confided in me!" Harley shouted through ragged breaths and tears. "In one night she shared with me her deepest desire, her sexual orientation, and that she is still a fucking virgin! She's straight by the way!"

An emotion closely resembling shame befell him. Of course he wondered how used up life in the system had left his little girl but a virgin? And she told Harley about it? "Harley…"

"No! You listen to me now. Anna was never in any danger and you know it! She's a beautiful girl who has just as high a chance as any other beautiful girl of coming across assholes who think no means yes!" She coughed some more and continued. "Look, I know we have a fucking dysfunctional sociopathic kind of love here and I don't want it any other way. But she needs more than what has been working for just us two. You would have never gotten that stuff out of her that quickly or at all! Cause girls don't talk to their dad's about those things. She needs more than just you! She needs…"

"…A mother," He finished still looking at the floor. Maybe it was his sick little brain or the lingering Irish Catholic in his DNA but the thought of Harley being a mother started to work against the breathing room in his pants and he soon found he could count the teeth in his zipper. "She needs you, and so do I." He sat back on his haunches and held out his hand to Harley. "I need you so fucking bad baby."

She came to him without hesitation. Taking his hand she tried to pull him to his feet but he instead pulled her to the floor. Still on his heels he positioned her astride his lap. "I don't know what I would do without you baby. I'm sorry I hurt you. Tell me you forgive me."

Harley began to cry at his sincerity. "Always Puddin, you know I need you too." She held him tightly as he tried to burry his face in her breasts, smelling and kissing them with desperation. "You always smell so good Harls, I wanna crawl inside your skin and live there." He hands roamed her body like the world was about to end. When he went to lift her blouse she stopped him.

"I don't think so Mr Man." Harley rose to her feet and looked down at a very sex hungry Mr. J. "You wanna play with me?" she asked coyly.

"Yes I do."

Harley knew what he liked and what he needed; always did. But right now she deserved a little retribution for the outburst she had just survived. Their sex life had always been… colorful to say the least; with the two of them taking turns for who would be the top and bottom of the escapade. Their role-play also had no limits: teacher & schoolgirl, nun & priest, Tarzan & Jane, Batman & Gorgon, etc. They never judged each other for what they needed to get off at any given moment. They also never asked stupid questions like "Can you dress as a cheerleader tonight?" No, they just started the fantasy and went with it no matter how raw, raunchy or taboo.

Tonight she would be the master and he would take whatever she decided to throw at him. With that in mind she continued her little game. "I only play with nice boys who do what their told… and I'm not sure you can be a good boy for me. Can you be a good boy?"

"Oh Mommy I can be a very good boy." His pants were so tight from his erection he could barely breathe.

So tonight would be a Mommy night. It was one of her favorites because she could basically make him do whatever she wanted. That is of course as long as he liked the things she was making him do.

"Then follow me," He went to stand but was stopped when Harley barked out a command. "No! Good boys crawl on their knees." He returned to his position on the floor looking up at her with a hunger that most women would find terrifying. "That's right, crawl for Mommy and while your down there, kiss my shoe." He did. Tonight he was in the doghouse for hurting her so he followed her every command and crawled after her into their bedroom.

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Harley was enthralled with her role as tonight's dom but she took notice of how even on his hands and knees, the Joker looked more like a tiger than a puppy. One that would play along for the show but could still rip you to shreds whenever he felt like it. The paradox of the situation made her wet. She knew if he changed his mind he could stand up, slap her down and take control and there wouldn't be a damn thing she could do about it, not that she would want to. Harley loved their no holes barred arraignment.

In the bedroom she instructed him to strip. Then she fitted him with a dog color and leash. "Take off my shoes for me." She commanded as she sat on the bed and he sat on the floor. He started at her left foot, raising it to his face and kissing her ankle and slipping the 6-inch stiletto heel then repeated the process on her right foot. "That's a good boy, now while you're down there, kiss my feet some more, those shoes really hurt." She pouted.

"Yes Mommy…" His voice trailed off as he took both of Harley's feet and began to rub and kiss her insteps, arches and toes. She began to pant as the sensation in her feet sent amazing tingles to other places on her body. When he took her big toe in his mouth and started sucking on it she nearly lost her mind. Then he bit the pad of that same toe and her head totally disconnected from reality.

The scent of her arousal was like ambrosia to the Joker's libido. He was enjoying this little game but what he really wanted to do was burry his face in her core until he made Harley hear colors and taste sounds. "Does that make you happy Mommy?" He asked on a growl.

"Very… but you know what will really make me happy?" She asked.

"What will make you really happy Mommy? I wanna make you really really happy." The Joker went back down and kissed her calf, then her knee then her thigh.

Harley closed her eyes and moaned as he bit the inside of her left thigh then licked and kissed the same spot. "I want you to kiss me…" She reached for the leash and pulled him to her sex, "…right here."

The Joker lowered his face to the silk triangle that could hardly be called underwear and rubbed his nose against her. Harley always kept herself smooth down there, knowing he had a thing about body hair. But also because she loved the sensation when he rubbed himself against her soft skin… like right now. "Puddin…" she moaned.

He continued, nuzzling her core and slipped one finger under the fabric to move it aside while at the same time using that finger to tease the sensitive little bundle of nerves it was covering. Harley jumped when he grazed her clit. With her sex fully exposed to him, the Joker took a moment to appreciate her beautiful bald pussy before plunging his face into her. He licked and sucked and kissed her sex with abandon as she writher beneath him moaning loudly. Thank god he saw to it that the master bedroom was soundproofed before they arrived in Paris. His wife was a total screamer but not in that face porn start kind of way. Her sexual resonances were that of a woman who knew about pleasure and had no reservations about expressing them to her man.

"Oh my god! Puddin… I'm gonna… Ahh!" Her words were cut short by the orgasm that rocked out of her body and onto his greedy tong. He drank her orgasm down, loving the taste of what he did to his woman as much as he loved coming himself. As he wiped what was left of her off his chin he looked up at her and licked his hand. "Did that make you happy Mommy?" he asked smugly.

"Yes baby, that made Mommy so, so happy." Harley propped herself on her elbows "So happy in fact, that I'm going to reward you." Taking the leash she got off the bed and pulled the Joker to his feet and got down on her knees without breaking eye contact with him. "You ready for your reward baby?"

"Oh ya, I'm ready Mommy."

"Ok, here it is…" Harley took his painfully hard cock in her hands and started stroking it slowly. He wasn't a particularly tall man, about 5'7"-5'8" and he was incredibly lean but you'd never guess all that if all you saw was a picture of his erect member. The Joker's joy stick was truly larger than was proportionate for his body but not in the practical joke kind of way. More like the please Sir I want some more kind of way. As she took in his girth and length Harley's mouth began to water. "I give you permission to fuck my mouth till you come."

The Joker didn't miss a beat. He grabbed a hand full of Harley's long blond locks and pounded her mouth like a jackhammer. As she took his length down her throat he spoke dirty sweet nothings into the room. "Fuck! I love that you don't gag! Is this mouth all mine Mommy?" he asked.

Being that her mouth was at max capacity all Harley could say in response was a deep "MmmHmm…" The vibration of her utterance drove him crazier as he pumped himself in her mouth over and over again. "Slide back Mommy. This may hurt a little." He told her. Without loosing momentum Harley complied and moved back. He had her pressed against the side of the bed still on her knees and still going in and out of her mouth. He guided her head against the beds edge then leaned over and propped his hands on the bed's surface.

Harley held his hips as he fucked her mouth to hard she thought he would blow a hole in the back of her head. Tears streaked her cheeks. It was painful, very much so. But she loved it and he knew it. She could tell his orgasm was coming so she decided to up the ante and coded her right index finger in the slobber that was dripping from her mouth and brought it to his anus. The moment he felt her finger start playing it the cusp of his asshole he shouted. "Fucking do it Mommy!"

Harley fingered his ass and he started coming. The liquid was hot as it projectiled out of his cock. He didn't so much come in her mouth as injected her stomach with his personal brand of protein shake.

His knees totally gave out and he sank to the carpet in front of Harley who sat still propped against the bedside gulping the rest of Mr. J's juices. Her face was covered in tears and drool and him but she reveled in what had passed between them just now. The Joker was overwhelmed by the woman before him; she was his equal in every way. Before her he'd gotten his rocks off with whores and the occasional villain groupie. But it had never been like the way it always was with his Harley. Acting completely on impulse he grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her deep. The taste of each other's orgasms mixed in their mouth's as their tongs battled.

His hands lowered to her hips and he pulled her atop him in the same position they had been in the foyer. His cock was hard again and ready for more. "Mommy, I need you. I need you so bad it hurts."

She needed him too, like she needed air. "I'm here baby. Come home to Mommy."

She raised her hips as he positioned himself at the opening to her core. The warmth of Harley's sex as he slipped inside her was haven. She rocked her hips against his and they began their dance on the floor of the master bedroom.

"You feel so fucking good Mommy. I cant live with out you. Never leave me. Ever."

"Never baby. I'll never leave you."

"If you do I'll find you and I'll hurt you. Fuck! I'll hurt you so bad you'll never leave again."

"I'm not going any where baby! Oh Fuck! I'm gonna come!"

"Come on my cock Mommy! Come all over me! Choke me while you come!"

Harley grabbed the leash and pulled it hard against his windpipe as she came. Her core tightening up and her whole body shuttered with the orgasm. The Joker made a sound that was half a growl and half air deprivation and he took her pleasure for himself. When she came off the high of coming, the Joker picked her up and laid her sunny side down on the bed. He grabbed her hips and began pounding her from behind. The soft milky white skin of her back was covered in tattoos. He eyes the one that said PROPERTY OF JOKER bend down and licked it before returning to his upright fucking position. Harley still had hold of the leash and pulled on it for balance and he rode her like a bull.

"Jesus! You've been doing kegels haven't you?" he asked.

"Uhha, you like it baby?"

"Oh Mommy, I love it. It feels like you're pussy is strangling my dick. I'm gonna come Mommy. Can I come in your pussy?"

Harley grunted and tugged on the leash. "Say…please…"

"Oh Fuck Mommy, please let me come in you're pussy."

She was about to say yes when another twisted level to their little role play came to her mind. "Mommy's not on the pill baby."

The Joker growled like a wild animal. "I don't care Mommy. I need to come inside you."

"What if you get Mommy pregnant?"

"I wanna get you pregnant Mommy. I want you to hold my seed Mommy. Fucking please!"

He wasn't going to hold back much longer so Harley put him out of his misery. "Ok baby, come in Mommy's pussy and finger my ass cause I'm gonna come with you."

The Joker commenced fingering Harley's tight ass with his thumb as he came. "Oh fuck! Oh shit! Mommy I'm coming inside you!"

"I'm coming too baby, come for Mommy! Come!" The shared orgasm was like fireworks + a pipe bomb + a nuclear explosion drenched in napalm. The both went inaudible as they erupted. That was when you really knew the sex was truly fan-fucking-tastic. When and orgasm could make you go pin drop silent and made your left side go numb, you knew you absolutely found the one.

That was when they both collapsed.

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Back in Gotham

Bruce stared at the TV screen in his study as a reporter interviewed a distraught Catholic Priest. The old man was trembling as he recounted his experience.

"…I was told that if I did as they said they would return me to my home."

"What did they have you do Father?"

"They wanted to be married."

"I'm sorry father, would you mind repeating that?"

"Married, they had me marry them."

"Father, are you saying that the infamous crime duo, The Joker and Harley Quinn kidnaped you to oversee their marrage?"

"Yes, It was the most horrifyingly bizarre experience of my life."

"Well Father, I'm sure I speak for all of Gotham city when I say we are so glad you made it out alive." The reporter touched the priest's hand and he thanked her. Then she addressed the camera.

"Well you hear it here first Gotham, our city's top crime power couple has tied the knot! We'll be on the lookout for more information on the event so stay tuned. We'll be right back after these messages!"

Bruce turned off the TV and covered his mouth as he leaned into the armrest of his chair. The press was treating this like a celebrity wedding like Brad and Angelina or something. It's was sickening.

"Bereft you did not receive an invitation Master Bruce?" Alfred inquired.

"Very funny old man, this is why the two of them have been able to run for as long as they have. Because the city treats them like royalty."

"…And Batman is treated as a criminal."

"Exactly."

"You are many things Master Bruce but jealous is not one I would have taken you for."

"I'm not jealous, I'm appalled. On top of that, I'm curious."

"Curious Sir?"

"Yes, why now? Joker and Harley have been playing house for 3 years so why get married now? There's something more to this."

"Perhaps it's the natural order to their relationship. As I understand women do expect things like marriage after a time."

"The Joker is a narcissist control freak. If Harley demanded a ring from him I'm pretty sure he'd just ring her bell till she forgot what she had asked for in the first place. This is some kind of evolution for them."

"Could she perhaps be expecting? That would be position worth nuptials."

"God help us if that's the case." Bruce thought in silence for a moment and sat up as though he were hit with an electric shock. "That son of a bitch."

"What is it Master Bruce?"

"He's making a home. He found her."

"The girl? You believe he has tracked down his daughter?" Alfred remembered the ordeal that took place 17 years ago. Bruce had been devastated after he'd taken the child from the good doctor who had wanted to adopt her. But it was indeed the best thing for the girl named Anna. He'd hoped Bruce would have adopted the girl himself to keep her safe but alas that was not to be. The girl had been sent away and was never spoken of again until the very Doctor who had wanted to adopt the child and his former wife turned up dead days earlier.

After that Alfred had been instructed to track down the girls whereabouts only to discover she had been reported as a runaway. A teenage girl who had grown up in the system turning runaway wasn't out of the ordinary in the least and they'd hoped that wherever she had gone, it would be far enough from the reach of her biological father.

"Master Bruce, if she is within his grasp what will you do?"

"I wish I knew Alfred."

"Well Sir, this may be an inconvenient time but you have a visitor. Miss Waller is in the drawing room."

"Great, the hits just keep on coming today."

"Indeed Sir, but without them life would be rather a bore I'm afraid. I shutter to think of what you'd do with any free time."

Bruce stood from his chair and straightened his cashmere sweater "Free time? What's that again?"

"Indubitably Sir."

Bruce exited his study and made his way down the epic grand staircase of Wayne Manor then turned right into the drawing room. Standing with her back to him was in infamous Amanda Waller. She was admiring the portrait of Bruce's mother and father with himself as a small child sitting on his mother's lap.

"You look like your father Mr. Wayne."

"What do you want Amanda?"

"Same strong jaw. I imagine it's important for a man like you to have a strong jaw."

"I asked.."

"…What I want, I heard you. I want to help you Mr. Wayne."

"And what makes you think I need you help?"

"How many children do you have now Mr. Wayne? Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd Wayne, may he rest in peace."

"Unless you get to the point I'll ask you to see yourself out." He turned to leave then Amanda's tone grew stern.

"Its interesting how after you let that girl go, you've been steadily collecting lost children."

Bruce froze. "What did you just say?"

"Anna Kerry, age 17. The long lost seed of the most beloved criminal in the god-forsaken city. A girl whose records were falsified by you so she could disappear into the system and live happily ever after until now."

He shrugged casually. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yeah, I think you do. And I think your going to want to hear what I have to say next. You got anything to drink in this museum?"

And there it is!

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~SL