A/N: Holy crap guys! Thank you so much for all of your reviews! I was so worried about the last chapter and you completely blew those worries out of the water! Thank you so so so much! And because of that, have another chapter.
The warning for this one is very sexy times, if that's not your cup of tea, jump to the page break. Some violence but I don't think it's too much considering who they are haha!
Again, thank you so so much guys!
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Chapter 21 – Little Revenge – Part 3
Silence filled the room as Sam's body hit the floor and Joker watched with a bemused smile. His eyes then fell to Harley and he frowned as she stood motionless. The job wasn't over, they had work to do and fun to make. He noticed that she was tense and lost in her own world, but he knew what she was thinking, he just wouldn't ever acknowledge it. Besides, he still had his own questioning to do.
"Now you see, this is where you lack my finesse," the Joker said slowly and he moved over Sam with his own knife. "Where's the art? The message? The showmanship? Let's give people something to think about."
Harley didn't respond, she didn't watch for a minute and just tried to absorb what had happened and what she had done. She wasn't sure why it took so much for her to see Sam die, she didn't understand why her body ached, but she knew she couldn't ask the one person that could tell her. Maybe this was why Joker hadn't killed her? Had his lies and manipulation bled through into his reality? Maybe that's what had happened with her and Sammie? After all, she'd spent a lot of time building Sam up to get them out of Arkham, she'd been denied that run of freedom and Sam had played a part in the kidnap of her son. Maybe he hadn't killed her because he couldn't kill her. It would've been like killing a piece of himself. Harley felt this whirl inside her mind and she leaned back against the desk.
It was then that she found there was silence in her head. She found that the annoying psychiatrist in her mind was hiding and so far down that Harley couldn't pull her up to torture her some more. Killing Sam, the thing that Harleen had so attached herself too, had depleted her other side to such a point that she could barely find her. Finally her eyes fell on the Joker as he carved into Sam's skin and she felt the fire in her flare up again.
"You… you knew," Harley whispered.
"Say again, pumpkin pie?" Joker asked as he expertly carved a jester hat onto Samantha's clavicle.
"All this time and you knew…" Harley muttered.
"You need to speak up before daddy gets angry. Again."
"Killing Sam would destroy Harleen," she finally said loud enough for him to hear. The Joker stood and walked to her. "You knew all this time that killing the doctor was the only way to shut Harleen up."
"I guessed," Joker chuckled. "Princess, you are strong, but Harleen's persistent and loud. We got two birds with one stone. The annoying doctor and Harleen gone in one fell swoop. Without killing you, I can't kill her, and while there are times where I really could just do without you, I need someone to feed and change the baby. But I can still sure as hell traumatise her into silence."
"Did you ever care about her?" Harley asked. "I made Sam love me, and Harleen, but I didn't feel anything apart from pity. Did you care about me and Harleen or is this all just coincidental?"
"Harley, baby, pumpkin pie," Joker purred and pulled her against him. "I wanted Harleen's body and your brain. I got that. I made that. She was gutsy, she played me at my game and lost… lost beautifully, but lost all the same. I got you as my prize and it was worth every damned second. Even if you do make me want to bludgeon you to death with my gun every time you call me 'puddin'. But sleeping with Bruce Wayne is something I couldn't ever let Harleen get away with. So I'm glad she's paying for it now."
"Mistah J?"
"What now?" Joker growled and looked down at her. She reached up and kissed him hard, she slipped her tongue into his mouth and pushed his jacket down his arms.
"I need you," Harley whimpered as his hands grabbed at her ass and thighs.
"Now those are some of daddy's favourite words."
Harley's heart raced as Joker put her on the edge of the desk and pushed the ECT machine onto the floor, crushing Samantha's skull. His mouth was attached to Harley's and he didn't leave it. He dominated her mouth, he took what he wanted and his ego grew with each of her moans and sighs. She was a fine instrument and he knew exactly how to play her. Her legs hooked around his hips and her hands started pulling at the buttons on his shirt. Joker pulled her hair free from her pig tails and his hands then made short work of pulling off her top. His mouth finally travelled down her neck and he bit and sucked at her soft flesh. Harley stroked her hands up his chest and over his tattoos before she stroked downwards and started to trace his Joker tattoo.
"Get up," Joker snarled and pulled her from the table. Harley turned round and braced herself against the table. This was going to be rough and it would probably hurt, but god, she hadn't wanted him this bad for such a long time. She felt him pull her booty shorts, fishnets and panties down her legs and she bit her lip. His hand pushed between her thighs, his chest leaned against her back and as he stroked and rubbed her, his mouth bit at her shoulders and back.
"J, please," Harley gasped as two of his fingers slid inside of her.
"Oh yes, baby, daddy likes it when you say please," Joker growled and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. He broke the skin and his hips bucked against her, making her low moan turn into a loud plead for more. He pumped his fingers inside of her a few times before he pulled his hand out and pushed his fingers into her mouth. He grew impossibly harder and finally released himself from his pants and boxers. He rubbed his erection against her core and finally pushed hard inside of her. Harley cried out in a bit of pain, it had been a while after all, but it was soon over-ruled by pleasure. His hand left her mouth and tangled in her long hair. He used that as leverage to slam his hips against hers and she pushed back to him desperately. His free hand slapped her ass hard, leaving red hand prints.
"Oh god, daddy," Harley shouted out and she threw her body back against his chest. His hand went from her hair to her throat and he rasped his metal-clad teeth over her jaw and earlobe. He groaned loudly and he thrust faster, he didn't falter when she suddenly began to tense and whimper. He started to rub and press at the little nub between her legs that caused her so much pleasure.
"Jay, please," Harley gasped and her breathing became faster and her body trembled.
"Go on baby, come for daddy," Joker growled into her ear. Harley pressed back against him and a few seconds later she cried out as she fell. He held her tight against him as she trembled and her back arched. He was still inside of her and kept slow and shallow thrusts to let her enjoy the slow burn.
But then he lost his patience and he needed his own end. He pulled out of her, spun her around and put her up against the wall. He slammed back into her hot soaked depths and he took what he needed. It was just a merry coincidence that she enjoyed it too. One hand pulled her breasts free of her bra and his mouth bit and sucked at them. Her nails raked down his back, leaving a slight blood trail where she broke the skin and her muscles gripped at his dick. She threw her head back against the wall and the pain just pushed her higher.
"Yes, come on, puddin', come on," Harley groaned. "Oh fuck me, daddy, fuck me harder!"
"You want more?" he growled and pushed away from the wall. He threw her down on the table and his hips continued to jar into hers. He pushed the barrel of the gun into her mouth and her wide grin around the metal made him groan. Harley snatched the gun from the table beside them and emptied the chamber of all but one bullet. She yelled out as heat pooled and coiled low in her abdomen. She put the barrel of the gun back into her mouth and pulled the trigger.
"One down, daddy," Harley groaned. "Ya better hurry up before my brain's go all over ya face."
"Bad, bad girl," Joker laughed. "Do it, pull the fucking trigger. Do it!" He roared at her and his hands on her hips pulled her down to meet his aching cock. Harley cried and her back arched as she edged closer and closer. She pulled the trigger and was met with just a click again. She laughed wildly and it melted into a squeal, Joker growled furiously and he leaned forward and bit and sucked on her neck. He heard the gun click again and he became impossibly harder. He reached forward, threw the gun from Harley's hands and put his around her neck. He watched her gasp and struggle to get a breath, he allowed her small amounts of air but not much. He watched her gape and her hands clawed at his fingers. She could take it, he'd deprived her of air for much longer before, but the pretend struggle definitely did it for him.
"Take it, dirty whore, take it," Joker spat. "Oh fuck. You want daddy to fill ya up? Huh? Is that what you want?" He didn't let her answer but saw her eyes roll back in pleasure and he released her neck. She came as she took a big breath and his movements became erratic.
"Yes, do it," Harley groaned as waves rushed through her. "Come on, daddy, let go, let go now."
Joker grit his teeth and he snapped his hips into her, desperate now for his release. It was hanging just in front of him, like the proverbial carrot on a stick, but he just couldn't get there.
"I love you, puddin'," Harley groaned and he finally spilt inside of her with a roar. His hands pulled her down onto him so he was as deep as he could be. He let out an almost pained groan once he'd finished and he smoothed his hands up Harley's waist. He lifted her upwards and he kissed her gently. These were the moments she lived for, when his crazy calmed and he could be loving and gentle. When he looked at her and saw someone he loved, rather than tolerated.
This is why she stayed.
"Come on, we've got a Bat to play with and then we're getting out of here," Joker said quietly before he helped her to her feet. He tugged up his boxers and pants. Harley got dressed as well and pulled her hair back into pig tails. She saw her reflection in the one-way mirror and ran her hands over her new love bites, bruises and ruined lipstick. Blood had dried into her clothes and she giggled excitedly.
"What's gotten into you? You shouldn't have the energy," Joker smirked. He looked like the Cat that had a bowl full of cream. He moved like a snake towards her and ran his fingers over the bruises on her neck. Her fishnet tights did a good job at obscuring the marks on her thighs, he put her puddin choker back around her neck and he grinned at his little creation.
"Mine," he growled possessively.
"Mine," Harley giggled and wriggled back against him.
"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you when we get home," Joker said and at the hint of threat, Harley's eyes widened.
"Let's get home then," she almost whispered.
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Joker watched from the television screen in Sharpe's office, he was leaned against the desk, Sharpe bound and gagged at one side of the room and Jeremiah Arkham was strung up by his wrists. Frost stood at the doorway, guarding the room to ensure that no one was going to disturb the Joker or his plans.
"Now, you see, this is where Harley lacks my experience and imagination," Joker sighed. "She's letting Drake rest between bursts, she should be stabbing her, goading her, anything. But she's letting the cuckoo bird recuperate. You agree, don't you, Sharpie?" a muffled grumble reply came from the old man and Joker rolled his eyes. He pushed away from the desk and walked to Quincy. He pulled the material from his mouth and dragged Sharpe towards the TV.
"Say again?"
"You're a monster, Drake only tried to help Quinn-"
"I'm the monster?" Joker gasped in mock-offence. "You're the one using the crazies to run your little experiments on. I was one of them, Quinzel was one of the poor interns you bullied into trialling it."
"Whilst you manipulated her into being your whore!" Quincy yelled. Joker waved his finger at Sharpe and punched him square in the jaw.
"Whore is such a… vexing word," Joker smirked. "It implies that she's of easy virtue and whilst that's true, it was only ever easy virtue for me. However, her saying no didn't stop your wandering hands did it, Arkham?" He rounded on the man suspended from the ceiling and flicked his razor open. The recording of Harley's torture of Sam still played in the background.
"I didn't-"
"No, not my Harley, you wouldn't dare," Joker chuckled. "She'd have torn your hands straight out of your wrists. It's the other interns that got that special treatment. How furious would their families be if they knew that their daughters only got to be doctors because of your dirty hands?"
He walked around and twirled the razor around his hands. He looked back to the TV and grinned as Harley slapped Sam. It made his pulse race and he stretched the tendons in his neck with a jerk of his head. He licked his metal covered teeth and turned back to Sharpe and Arkham.
"So, whose idea was it to get Waller involved?" Joker asked. "I can't imagine the great Quincy Sharpe would've wanted to give someone else the honour of breaking Harley Quinn by taking her baby? So that leaves you, Jerry-boy, but then you probably would've been the one trying to dig out Harleen. So who did it? Who made the phone call?"
"She appeared, we didn't call her," Arkham grunted.
"Are you very, very sure?" Joker purred and poked the blade into Arkham's cheek. "Because I'd hate to cause unnecessary suffering."
"I'm s-sure," Arkham stammered through the pain. "She knew, I don't know how. But she just arrived at the dating scan." Joker scored the blade across Arkham's mouth, giving him a wide 'grin'. Blood oozed and the clown watched with intrigue as Arkham screamed.
"You beast!" Sharpe shouted.
"Now, now, Quincy, remember my little promise about your family, well that's all about to kick off unless you play nice," Joker said slowly. "Yes, we're destroying your hard work, but I promise it's for the greater good. I'm gonna take the Batman down with your pitiful little pit of hell."
"I did everything you asked for," Sharpe replied. "I got you everything you needed. What more do you want from me?"
"What a stupid question," Joker laughed. "I don't want anything except to watch you suffer as you watched us suffer." He pressed a button on the remote of the TV and it changed to an image of Sharpe's house. One of his henchmen walked up to the door, forced his way in and gathered Sharpe's family together.
"Leave them alone, they are nothing to do with this!" Sharpe begged.
"They're everything to do with this," Joker cackled. "They're the people that you do all of this for. Apparently. Y'see, I've learned a few things since my son was born. One of them is that if a man, or a mouse, tries to convince the psychopathic clown to leave the family alone, it's normally because they're ashamed of something that'll come out once they're dead."
"Your son…"
"Oh yes, we've got him," Joker nodded. "Safe and sound, far from here and his mommy is very, very angry that you took her child. See, she may be a murderous, sick and demented cheerleader, but she's a brilliant mother. Took to it like a duck to a frozen pond, a deer to a butchers knife. But you stopped her having her first two weeks with him. You have no idea how much she wanted to be here, but I needed her to stop the Batman for a time. She's very good at that."
Joker turned off the recording just before the woman's death and he switched it to the CCTV of Harley and Batman fighting with a legion of his goons. He smirked seeing Batman being pushed to the ground and Harley took pot shots with her baseball bat. She was having too much fun and the game didn't end with Batman dying, not tonight at least.
"He's right on schedule, if there's one thing I can rely on, it's Bats not letting me down by a second," Joker laughed. "For all the laughs, he's the only one I can truly depend on."
"So why are you bothering with us?" Sharpe asked.
"Because I get to decide this," Joker smirked and switched back to the video of Sharpe's family. He sent a quick text and just seconds later shots rang out and Quincy's family lay in a dead heap. "Hurts having it all taken away, doesn't it?"
"You…"
"Go on, say it," Joker laughed.
"Basta-" there was another bang and Joker shot Sharpe in the head. He turned to Arkham and shot him in the stomach, his death would be slow and lingering.
"Now be a good boy and wait for the fun to really start," Joker snarled. "Frost, start phase 3."
"On it Boss," Jonny nodded. He pulled his phone from his pocket and called Deadshot. "It's time, grab Harley and go. Tell Boomerang and Croc to start Phase 3." He headed out of the room and waited for Joker to finish up. The Clown doused the room with petrol and walked out of the room. He lit a match and tossed it to the floor. He walked away just as Arkham started to scream for help.
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Deadshot met with the Riddler and they ran through the building to find Harley still fighting with the Batman. The assassin watched as she back flipped and rolled out of the way of the Bat's punches and Batarangs. He was definitely impressed by her fitness and ability, but then she had been working for this for a while now. The Bat was down and Deadshot started to shoot at the hero as Eddie bundled Harley out of the room.
"I ain't done yet!" Harley shouted.
"Yes you are, Phase 3's starting," Eddie told her.
"Get ya hands off me, Nigma!" Harley said angrily and pushed away from him. Eddie grunted and caught Harley as she tried to run passed him.
"If you want to see your son, you go right now," Eddie said lowly. "Because the Bat will put you in Blackgate and the Joker will kill you."
"Do not threaten me!" Harley snapped. She moved out of his reach and darted away down the rat run hallways. She knew Arkham Asylum better than anyone and she also knew where Joker's electrical charges were. It was time to blow this building sky high. She started pressing detonators and smashing alarms. She knew the Bat was behind her, but she knew where to hide and where to slip away from him. She ducked and dived and avoided the caped crusader. They had a couple of minutes before the building would blow and not even Batman would survive that.
"Harley!" Floyd yelled and she flew at him. She giggled excitedly and grabbed his hand, dragging him through to the meet up point where Flag would be. "You're gonna get us killed by your boyfriend!"
"Husband! And I'm not leaving until we've had our fun," Harley said.
"I don't care, I'm getting' you outta here before his pasty ass comes and beats the shit out of me," Deadshot replied. "You gotta get to your kid before this all goes nutty."
"What's happening at home?" Harley asked, now worried for Jack's safety.
"Nothing. Yet."
"You threaten my babies and I swear to god-"
"I saw what you did to Drake!" Deadshot interrupted.
"No one betrays me, no one helps take my baby from me," Harley snapped. "No one touches me when I belong to Mistah J. No one threatens my family. You're the assassin, don't tell me you've got morals now."
"I don't kill women or children."
"And? I don't play by your rules," Harley told him. "You're my friend, you could've killed me but you didn't and I thank you for that. But now I'm employing you for a job. If you can't do that, I'll make sure you never shoot straight again. What you saw in Midway? That was Harley-lite, Diet Quinn, sugar free, hypoallergenic Harley, just me and my bat and gun. Now… now you're going to get fully caffeinated, sugar heavy, heart attack inducing Harley fucking Quinn. You're going to see what Waller didn't get."
"Nah, this ain't you, this is all him," Deadshot said. "You're different when you're with him."
"This is who I am, Floyd," Harley replied. "I have a baby to protect and defend. I'm not the same person that you knew. This is who I am."
"This is who he makes you," Deadshot snarled.
"You ain't scary, Floyd," Harley giggled. "Scary is my puddin' when I fuck up or things don't go his way."
"Scary is gonna be the end of your life if you don't get moving right now!" Deadshot shouted and he grabbed her arms. "You have a baby to get home to, go now."
There was an explosion behind them and Harley grinned. She ran towards their planned emergency escape route and Deadshot was beside her all the way. They reached one of Ivy's tunnels and found Flag, Riddler, Croc, Boomer and a few surviving goons. But no Joker or Jonny Frost.
"I'm not leavin'," Harley told them.
"Yes you are," Floyd groaned. Boomer opened the back of the van, Deadshot and Croc bundled Harley in and the doors slammed shut behind them. Flag jumped into the driving seat and started to drive away. More explosions rocked the building above and as they finally emerged near the bridge road, Harley could just about see the Asylum crumbling and then engulfed in flames. Her heart stopped and she felt her stomach turn over.
"No… no, no, no," Harley mumbled. "No, please. Stop the van, Flag. Stop it now!"
"No." Croc held Harley against his chest and Deadshot and Boomer started to contact Ivy.
The drive through Gotham took a stupidly long time as Flag tried to throw anyone that might have been following the van, but eventually they got to the Club. Harley wasted no time in getting to her baby. She pushed passed anyone in her way and burst into the apartment. She saw Ivy sat on the sofa with Jack and the Hyenas in their corner. A second later, the animals jumped to their feet and were all over Harley. She crouched down and cuddled them before she finally got to her baby.
"Harley?" Ivy asked quietly. "Where's…? The news reported the explosions."
"I don't… he's not with us," Harley whimpered. She sat beside Ivy and the Hyenas fought to get as close to her as they could. She looked down at Jack and she kissed his forehead. She stared at her son and he gave her a little more comfort that things would be okay. It didn't take him long to want a feed and Harley took him to her room.
"Did no one try to get him out?" she heard Ivy challenge.
"Hey, plant lady, don't you be startin' on us, they were his orders," Deadshot said. "We need to grab some stuff and the baby and we gotta take her away."
"And I ain't getting slaughtered like Drake to avoid Harley bein' upset," Boomer huffed.
"For gods sake, you're all ridiculous," Ivy hissed. "Get out, I'll look after her. You know she's not going anywhere now, right?"
"I'm not leaving without June," Flag told Ivy. "My job was to get Quinn and the kid as far away from Gotham as Waller could get us. I'm doing that, Ivy."
"My, my, aren't we persuasive?" Red laughed, her husky seductive voice in full play. He walked into her space and she just smirked at him. Deadshot and Boomer both knew far better than to push Ivy, they knew about her power over plant pheromones and mind control. If Flag knew, he didn't care.
"Fine, have your child," Ivy laughed. "She's not much fun now she doesn't have Enchantress inside. Go, I'll sort out the money you're owed."
"We've got to-" Flag started, but Ivy blew patch of green spores from her hand into his face and Rick's face went blank for a few seconds.
"You're going to go and let me look after her, aren't you cupcake?" Ivy smiled.
"Yes Miss Ivy," Rick drawled. The green woman waved her hand and her vines released June who ran to Rick. He wrapped his arms around her, turned and headed out of the apartment.
"Go, all of you. Even you Eddie," Ivy told them. "She needs to be looked after and as Joker's either dead or just not here yet, I'm doing it. Go."
A few hours later and Harley was asleep on the bed with Jack on her chest. She'd changed into a silk red night dress and was very reluctant to put her baby down. Ivy had stayed with her until she was in a deep sleep and then had gone to try and make sense of the situation of staff and money owed. The hyenas were laid beside her and the events of the day had taken its toll and she was exhausted mentally and physically. She was woken by something moving over her body and lips being pressed against her neck, collarbone and mouth. Slowly Harley started to figure out it was her dream and she looked up to see green hair and green blue eyes.
"Puddin'!" Harley squeaked and threw her free arm around him.
"There's my girl," Joker smiled and kissed her hard. He kissed Jack's hair and held his family against him.
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A/N: Did you make it guys? Are you okay?
I hope you enjoy this one, I hope the first half wasn't too much.
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