A/N: Warning, the first section is very much M rated. There is no point or plot to it, just sexy fun times for the Clowns because... well why the hell not?

After the page break is alllll plotty goodness.

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Chapter 9 – Little Tension

Harley sat in her cell, on her bed, her arms wrapped around her belly as she thought of what she'd done to Samantha Drake. She laughed loudly, cackling and chortling as she thought of the manipulation, the pain. Ten weeks had passed and she was succeeding where so any would have had her fail. She looked round when she felt hands stroke over her skin and Joker kissed and bit at her shoulders and neck. Her naked skin prickling in sheer delight and pleasure.

Joker's teeth nibbled at her neck and his hands covered her breasts. Her head tilted to the side, giving him full access and she whimpered a little. She ran her hand through his hair and scratched her nails over his scalp.

"Oh yeah baby, daddy likes that," Joker growled against her skin and it sent fire through her body. He squeezed her breasts until she grabbed at his hands and urged him away. He was addicted to how much more sensitive she was at the moment, how he could make her fall to pieces with such little effort.

Joker wound his fingers into her hair and tugged it hard. He kissed Harley and bit her bottom lip. She pushed back against him as best she could and her hands grabbed at his thighs. He tore his mouth from hers and pushed her so she'd put her weight on her hands and lifted up onto her knees. His hands wandered over her body again and he slapped her ass hard.

Harley bit her lip hard as her green-haired maniac played her like an instrument in the hands of the finest of players. His hands worked their magic and as he slid two fingers into her, she whimpered quietly. She laughed loudly as he made her fall over the edge into pure bliss and she bucked her hips back towards him.

"Please," Harley whined desperately.

"Yes, baby, you fucking beg daddy," Joker growled. He ran his hands over her bump and he felt their son kick at his hands. He bent over her and leaned his mouth against her ear, he sucked on her ear lobe and grinned as she gasped a few short breaths.

"Please, Mistah J-" he slapped her ass hard.

"Who am I, Princess?" Joker snarled.

"Daddy, please," Harley stammered, her desperation for him was just growing. This would've been one of those nights that would've seen her tied up, blindfolded, gagged and kept at the brink for hours until he was ready to let her go, until he'd had enough. It would've been delicious torture.

"Well done for asking nicely, princess," Joker purred.

Harley bit back a moan as she felt him push inside of her and her fingers knotted into the sheets on her bed. She wanted to cry with how impatient she felt, he was moving so slowly and it just wasn't enough.

"You feel so good," Joker grinned and finally moved entirely inside of her. She was burning, she was desperate and trying so hard to not just throw him back and ride him, not that it would've been practical or possible right now.

"Just do it," Harley growled and pushed back towards him.

"Ah, ah, ah, Harley," Joker laughed. "You've just been so very naughty." He finally to thrust in and out of her and she whimpered in relief. He slapped her ass twenty times in a row, leaving colour spreading across her skin. When she cried out, he started smacking her again.

"Puddin' please," Harley squeaked as the pain turned into pleasure. He knew just as much as she did that they both needed a bit of pain to get off.

"Yes, fuck yes!" Joker growled as he jarred his hips against Harley's. He was so close to the edge and he could feel she was too. This was the moment of heaven and hell, that moment between ultimate pleasure and almost painful desperation.

"Puddin', I can't, oh my god," Harley moaned.

"Not yet," Joker told her and he slowed his movements. "Not yet, baby."

Harley squeezed her eyes shut as she teetered on the brink and she tore through the bed sheets with her fingers. Joker stroked her back, waist and bump as his movements became erratic. He pulled Harley upright and put one hand around her throat, the other wrapped around her chest. He was growling and his head rolled back as he got to the edge. Harley pulled his hair and then raked her nails down his arms, leaving angry red marks and pain flared in him.

"Come on, baby, now," Joker growled and at his words Harley gasped an inward breath and panted her way through her climax. She almost collapsed onto her bump, but Joker held her up as he fell too. He groaned into her shoulder and bit her skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to satisfy him.

"Thank you, puddin', thank you," Harley whispered breathlessly. "You're so…"

"Oh princess, daddy knows," Joker purred and he kissed her neck and jaw. "I'm so… proud of you, pumpkin pie, you've twisted that little bitch all the way round the bend. My beautiful creation is reaching completion."

"I've still got some work to do, Mistah J," Harley said quietly.

"You've done so good, baby, so good," Joker told her again. He moved to sit down with his back resting against the wall and Harley laid against his chest. She pulled the duvet over them and closed her eyes.

"Are you still angry that she… did that, puddin'?" Harley asked. She felt his hands on her now large bump and she couldn't help but smile when the baby kicked at him.

"I'm furious with her," Joker answered. "But I know why you had to do it. Women are so much more emotional than men. But you're mine and we both know that."

"It won't happen again," Harley reassured him.

"No, it won't," Joker snarled. He felt her shift and move around to try and get comfortable and he held her against him to support her. She was carrying precious cargo and he would let her be annoying for as long as it took to make her and the baby happy. He knew she was tired and doing anything energetic took it out of her.

"I won't miss being this tired," Harley mumbled.

"Not long now though, Harls'," Joker said and stroked her back.

"I can't wait to meet him," Harley smiled and she kissed Joker's neck before she nuzzled into his shoulder.

"The epitome of chaos," Joker grinned. "Sleep, pumpkin, I've got you."

"You always do, Mistah J."

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Samantha Drake, psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, single and broken. Michaela had left, she'd gone and just… she'd just gone. Left a note and that was it. The love of Samantha's life had left without a phone call and after everything that had been happening at the asylum, it was the final straw for Sam. She wanted out, she wanted to leave Gotham and never come back.

As it was, she was sat with a bottle of vodka in one hand, slumped on the couch with her cat laid beside her, wondering where the hell her life had gone so wrong. She looked at the note from Michaela again and she let out a choked sob and glugged more vodka.

"What's happened to me?" she cried.

"Good afternoon, Harleen," Samantha said brightly and closed her door behind with her foot. She put two coffee cups on the table and unlocked Harley's hand cuffs and leg restraints.

"Oooh, coffee," Harley smiled. "Decaf?"

"Decaf, two sugars," Sam chuckled.

"Beautiful," Harley grinned. She took her mug and took a long sip. She knew Joker would've gone through the roof if he'd seen her drink coffee, but he couldn't see and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Glad you like it, you have your coffee like me, just sugar no milk," Sam smiled and took a drink of hers before she sorted out all of the paperwork. "How was lunch?"

"Delightful aside from some of the comments from the crazies," Harley sighed. "They… they make comments about me being the 'Clown's whore' it's… vulgar."

"You're wearing your makeup?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I washed it off after lunch though, I don't know why but it makes my skin itch if I leave it on for too long," Harley lied. "I'm assuming it's an effect of the acid, because that didn't happen before."

"I'll see if I can find a different brand," Sam nodded. "If they keep harassing you, please try and remember their uniform numbers and we can make sure they're not near you in the canteen."

"Thanks, Sam," Harley grinned. There was a short pause as Samantha wrote and Harley finished her coffee before she put both her hands over her bump. "I can't believe I've only got a few months left before I get to meet him. Thank you for everything you've done for us."

"It's been a pleasure, Harleen," Sam smiled.

Sam turned the television on and flicked through channels relentlessly. She didn't know what to do with herself and she was in so much pain, it felt like the vodka was just making it worse. She knew she wasn't coping and the last couple of months had been hard on her and Michaela, but she didn't believe it deserved a break up like this. She looked at her cell phone and she called Michaela's number for the twentieth time that evening.

"Meesh, please, I can't… I love you and this hurts," Sam begged. "I don't know what I've done, well I do, but… oh god, I need you. Please come home, or text me or call or something… please. I'm sorry. I'm just… sorry."

"Dr Drake, may I ask you a favour?" 'Harleen' asked with a smile.

"Of course," Samantha nodded. All Harley had seen was Samantha smile and she was so excited to end all that happiness.

"My arms are really aching from being locked down," Harley said carefully. "Could you take off my restraints? Just for a few moments so I can get some feeling back in my hands and fingers?"

"Harleen… I don't know," Samantha muttered. "Not after the incident in the wash room. Harley slipped and nearly killed one of the other inmates."

"I understand, I wouldn't let me free either," Harleen said sadly. She let out a long shuddered sigh and a tear rolled down her cheek. "I know I have to pay for what Harley's done but-"

"No, no, Harleen I didn't mean to… I'm sorry," Samantha said quickly. "For your safety, the baby's safety and mine. I need to know that you're in charge and strong."

"She tried to kick my bump, I got angry and Harley was furious, it was a moment and before I knew it, she was pinned against the wall with my hands around her throat," Harley explained with sadness dripping from her voice. "The second I got a chance, I got in front and let her go. I didn't… I didn't mean to do it."

"I know, but Arkham and Sharpe will still want me to follow this procedure," Sam said gently.

"I just… I was just protecting my baby," Harley choked and made tears roll down her cheeks. Sam was taken aback and moved to the blonde. She carefully removed Harley's handcuffs and even her foot restraints. Harley was desperate to smash Sammie's head into the desk, use the chair as a bat and to crush her skull, but she had to wait her time.

"Strictly off record, yes?" Sam said and Harley nodded. She tensed when she felt Sam hug her gently and she bit her lip.

"Thank you, Sam," Harley whispered.

She put her cell phone down and drank more of the clear liquid and put the bottle on the coffee table. Sam cuddled her cat against her and tears cascaded down her face. She was heartbroken and confused. She did love Michaela, she loved her dearly but something had changed and it had driven a wedge between them.

"Why did you leave me?" Samantha screamed suddenly and she stood up, making her cat jump to the floor and she threw the bottle of vodka at the front door to the apartment. The glass smashed and fell down onto the carpet. She heard a mewing and she turned to see her silver tabby cowering in the corner of the room.

"Oh Rupert, I'm sorry, come to momma, baby boy," Samantha said softly and she knelt down on the floor. After a couple of minutes Rupert cautiously padded over and let Sam pick him up and he rubbed his face against her neck.

"When he gets angry, he hits her," Harleen told Samantha. "When he's happy he hits her, he just hits her so much. She doesn't know how she can escape, I don't think she wants too."

"She's that obsessed?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, she's that obsessed and in love," Harleen shrugged.

"Harleen, I'm so sorry," Sam whispered and reached across the table and held Harleen's hands tightly. "When he hits Harley, what does that make you feel?"

"Sad, scared," Harley replied, her lies entirely convincing the doctor opposite. "Worthless. She feels like she deserves it."

"You've done so well, Harleen, so well," Sam smiled. "I know Harley occasionally comes back, but you've kept her so at bay and you've gotten so strong and back to the doctor you were… those feelings of Harley's will fade as you both heal."

"A part of her will always love him," the clown sighed.

"And that part will get smaller and smaller until you don't need it anymore," the doctor said gently.

"Sam, do you think I'll ever find happiness?" Harley asked.

"Yes, I think happiness will find you when you're not looking for it," Sam answered. "And I don't think it'll come in the form you expect it to."

"Maybe my happiness is staring me right in the face," Harley mumbled. She saw the doctor's eyes light up and a small smile appeared on Sam's face. This was too easy.

Sam picked up the file on the coffee table and she looked at the photo that was attached to the front of it with a safety pin. She traced her thumb over Harley Quinn's tattooed cheek and her heart seized up again. She pulled the photo loose and brought it closer to her face.

"What have you done to me?" she whispered. "It's not even your fault, Harleen. You… I've done all of this."

"Sam? You've been crying," Harley asked nervously as she realised Drake had been quiet for the first few minutes of their session.

"It's nothing, Harleen," Drake stammered. "You don't need to worry."

"You argued about me again, didn't you?" Harleen sighed.

"It's not all about you, Harleen," Sam snapped and looked at Harleen in shock. "I didn't… oh god, I'm sorry."

"Can I go back to my cell?" Harleen asked. "I want another doctor." She remembered the pain of Joker saying those same words and she struggled to hold back a giggle.

"No, I'm your doctor," Sam replied desperately. "The rest just want to poke and prod you like some kind of circus freak. Harleen, please, if it's not me, it's Leland or Arkham."

"I'm not going to cause you any more pain," Harley said.

"Harleen, I… I…"

"What?" Harley snapped.

"I care for you," Sam stammered.

"You're my doctor, you're meant to-"

"I can't do this."

Sam dragged herself to her bedroom, Rupert in one arm and she held the photo in the other. She laid down on her bed and she watched as Rupert curled up on Michaela's pillow. She stroked him a couple times before she looked at Harley's photo again. She let out a shuddered breath and closed her eyes. Harley had become everything over the months they'd worked together. She became every spare minute of the day as she worked as hard as she could to reach deadlines and targets that she'd been set. Every conversation had been Sam talking about Harley, but Sam couldn't see the problem.

"I miss her," Sam slurred and not for the first time she wasn't sure if she was talking about Michaela or Harley.

"Harleen, we shouldn't be out here."

"Sam, I know, but it's going to be a long time until I can feel the sun on my face," Harley said softly as they walked outside of the building. "Thank you for doing this."

"I'm sorry I had to rotate away for a week, Arkham and Sharpe thought it was for the best," Sam told Harley.

"Did you sort things out with your partner?" Harley asked curiously.

"No, she's gone to stay with her brother for a couple of weeks," Sam admitted, though she wasn't entirely certain she was telling Harleen that information.

"I'm sorry," Harley said softly and touched Sam's shoulder. The doctor pulled Harley into a hug and once more, the Clown Queen's bloodlust grew. It wouldn't take much to just break her neck-

"Don't be sorry, no, stop being sorry," Sam sighed. "Harleen, anything I can do to help you, I'll do it." She held Harley's hands and smiled at her.

"Sam, you've done so much for me," Harley said sweetly. "I can't possibly ask for any more."

"I just wanted you to know how I felt," Sam replied.

"You know he'll kill both of us for what you've just said," Harley whispered. "You can't say things like that, Joker has eyes and ears everywhere. If he heard it-"

"Harleen, he can't… he's in a straightjacket all day," Sam told her. "He can't hurt us."

"You're right, you're right, I'm just… after everything he's done to me," Harley whimpered with fake sadness and anxiety. "You… are the only one who's ever made me feel safe and I don't want him to destroy that."

"He won't, I promise," Sam smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind Harley's ear. She leaned forward over the desk and Harley bit her lip. She knew what was coming and she wasn't happy about it. She had to do this, Joker would go mad, but she had to seal the deal. She let Sam kiss her, it was nice and almost chaste, but it made Harley sick to her core. Sam mistook her disgust for acceptance and pushed forward with the kiss for a minute before Harley pulled back.

"There might be one thing you could do for me," Harley said after a short pause.

"I love her, Rupert, I'm in love with Harley Quinn," Sam whispered.

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A/N: Oh Sammie...

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