Prompt- the scene where joker electrocutes harleen, Dr. Quinzel's strapped to the gurney & before he electrocutes her, joker decides to "tease" her for all the times she teased him during their sessions, revenge, so he puts the belt in her mouth then goes between her legs and eats her out.
"'You helped me? By erasing my mind what few faded memories I had!"' He paused, stroking a hand through his hair, "'No. You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion. Is that the medicine you practice? Doctor Quinzel?!'"
She breathed rapidly, not knowing what to expect from him, "'What're you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr.J?'"
"'What? Oh, I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya really, really bad.'" He snapped a leather belt and placed it in her mouth, "'I wouldn't want you to break those perfect porcelain capped teeth when the juice hits your brain."'
Harleen stared at his flopped over green lock of hair, wishing she could stroke it back behind his ear. She couldn't help it. Even when he was threatening her life she wanted to kiss him, hold him, undress him. Her eyes cast downward, she'd never seen his chest before, only felt it in her hands the few times they'd peck their lips together in the therapy room. But now she saw his bleached skin chest, several tattoos on top of a toned, buff chest, broad shoulders, and inviting chest girth. A body she wanted to put her hands on. A body she wanted to rest her head on and with her fingertips she wanted to trace the endless 'HAHA' tattoos.
Joker rose the two electroshock therapy knobs to each of her temples. Harleen looked nervously between the two tools she inflicted on him. Knowing what was about to happen, knowing the pain and what it would do to her brain. She tried to brace herself for the pain but if this is what Mr. J wanted, then this is what Mr. J would get.
"Wait," Joker growled, catching her eyes as he stopped the electric knobs before they hit her head. Thinking of something else as his eyes grew dark. He looked around at his henchmen who still littered the room, holding heavy deadly machine guns she helped bring in.
"Leave." Joker spoke one word and all of the henchmen left, all except one.
"Boss, we shouldn't leave you alone. Just incase-" Mr. J fired off a gun that immediately hit the henchmen in the head. He fell over without another word. Harleen couldn't help the jump and little squeal that emitted from behind the belt in her mouth. Her ears were ringing from the shot of the bullet. Mr. J sighed contently, eyes excited about the murder. His breathing grew heavier as he squeezed the gun in his hand, muscles straining around the murder weapon. He laughed, muttering something that sounded like, "that felt good," under his breath. He rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath as the excitement of the murder rolled through his veins.
Opening his eyes, he turned back to her, seemingly remembering she was still in the room. That they were alone. He strolled over, bare feet quiet eyes unblinking. His hands slammed down on either side of her head, face tipped over hers again, metal teeth gleaming as he smiled. Green hair dangling on one side, begging for her to brush it back. Beautiful blue eyes danced across her face, lips turned downward as he studied her.
"Do you know what you do to me?" Joker growled, eyes dark, "You make me feel things. Well, doctor, even for your incompetence, you've read my files, how do I feel about feelings?"
Harleen tried to form words around the belt in her mouth.
"I don't know what that meant." Joker cocked his head to one side, "But here's your answer, I don't like them. Have gotten by alone and I intended to keep it that way and then you." He sauntered around the table, until he was at her feet, "My little experiment. A little fun I couldn't pass up and you were so much fun, doctor." He placed his hands on her ankles, swiftly pulling off her heels, "After a bit of flirting, everything I asked of you, you ran to get. Everything. I kept trying to push the limits, see if you wouldn't get what I asked of you but each time you came up with everything!" He laughed humorously shaking his head as his hands traveled up feet to her calves, "Which I appreciate, truly. I wouldn't be here without you. A thank you note is on its way to your home. But then something I never expected happened," His hands reached her the edge of her skirt, "this little part of me awakened."
Harleen stared at him in awe throughout the whole story, she was trying to listen to his every word but his rough hands on her legs were so distracting. Harleen gripped her teeth hard around the belt as his fingers reached the bottom of her skirt.
He placed one hand over his heart in shame, "This little part in my chest. That I thought was long gone. That I thought was to destroyed to still be beating, lit up. The empty house was suddenly filled with lights. The candle with only a speck of wax left, enflamed. I had to be around you. Craved you, grew angry as you walked away. Asked you for more time and, as previously mentioned, you jumped at the chance. So I got to see you everyday for an hour." His two hands grasped the end of her skirt and started to shimmy her out of it. Harleen mewled around the belt in her mouth.
As her skirt was thrown on the ground behind him, her panties showing, Joker inhaled deeply. Eyes closing, hands dropping from her body completely. That breath reminding her of a moment not too long ago, when he'd shot the henchmen. The way his muscles curled around his breath, the way he purred afterword. Like that breath alone was enough to keep him alive for a hundred lifetimes. Harleen watched his every move, completely unbothered that her underwear was out in the open to an insane man. It was no secret this is what is wanted from the beginning, for his power she wanted to suffocate on.
"Do you want this?" He purred, voice growing gravely and dark. That certainly didn't help the smell that emanated from her crotch. One of his hands moved up her calf, knee, thigh and stopped there waiting for her response.
She tried to buck her hips up, to scream YES! More than anything! but the belt in her mouth was making it difficult. She nodded vinously, a muffled desperately moaned, "yes" coming out from around the belt.
Joker, seeming unsatisfied, walked around until his waist was right next to her head. He bent down until his chin rested on the surgical table she laid on, his other hands still distracting on her thigh. His free hand moved through her hair once, then took her chin and helped her move her head to look at him. He smiled at her, somehow gentle and lustful at the same time. Harleen's world started to burn. He moved his hand to the belt in her mouth and tugged, moving down until it hung loosely against the top of her neck.
"Yes, I do!" She immediately begged, "I've wanted this from—" The belt was quickly replaced by one of his fingers, she boldly ran her tongue up the long pointer keeping her eyes on him.
Joker moved in a blink, his hand she'd just licked now against her cheek, his forehead on hers. Eyes wild. His other hand still. hadn't. moved.
Mr. J took another deep breath, "I've missed you. I've searched for you. I've worked for you. Now I will get my prize." Joker's lips pressed to hers.
Take me, take everything I have.
She never thought, never believed, that a kiss could bring fireworks and sugarplum's dancing in her head but when Joker kissed her then, she was awake for the first time. Every one of her senses came alive, awakened a darkness in her mind she didn't know she had switched off. Her arms fought against the restraints, wanting to feel him. To feel his heart and see if it was beating as fast as hers. She had imagined kissing him like this time and time again, in the middle of the night when she would wake up blushing in what some would call nightmares, she'd call a daydream. She had imagined kissing him so many times but she never expected his lips to be so soft.
Harleen felt like she never needed to come up for air, that he was her air. That she would suffocate with a smile on her face as she kissed him. But still he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers as his fist banged the table to the right of her head. He growled, now moving his hand to her hair and tangling it in his fist. It's wonderful pleasure wrapped with pain only awakened her further. Joker pecked her lips one, two, three more times. Maybe he felt the same as her. That they were water on a flower, gasoline on a fire, one that needed the other to grow beautiful.
"This is for all the times I thought about ravaging you. This is for the times that I wanted to feel you against me. This is for the times that I tried everything to get my hands on you to no a val." Joker glanced at her locked up hands, "In a turn of events, you are the one that is locked up. You are the one that can't touch me. So I'm going to give you," Joker smiled, "a little taste of your own medicine. And it's going to be bitter grape kind that no one likes."
His hand on her thigh finally moved, to the top of her fabric covered privatest part. He slipped his fingers in, watching her face as his free hand stroked her cheek.
"This is for your short skirts and stilettos." Joker purred right next to her ear, Harleen moaned, warmth heating her core. "This is for all of your teasing. This is for when I couldn't get my hands on you. Well, guess what, doctor?" He smiled, clinching and unclenching one of his fist in her eyesight, "They're free now."
Harleen couldn't stop the desperate moan that abruptly left her throat as his fingers descended to her wet lips. He started to rub his fingers against her, up and down, lips kissing all over her face at every moan she gave him. Joker purred as he felt her growing wetter, as he saw her lose what little control she had left. He slipped two fingers into her and curled them, Harleen bit her lip to keep from screaming.
"Let daddy hear you." His heavy breathing in her ear, sending her that much closer to she edge.
"Oh!" Harleen was shaking with pleasure, "Yes! Please, more!"
Joker pulled on her clit, Harleen couldn't tell which way was up or down, left or right. All she saw was the green hair flopped over her from the way Joker was bent over. All her sense of touch zeroed in on where he was touching her. She gasped. His hands were coal, his mouth gasoline and she burned. His fingers rubbed. More. Harder. Faster.
She was so close, her back was arching as much as it was allowed against her restraints. Her moans filling the room, joining Joker's rough breathing in a lustful symphony. So close, so close. He pulled her clit hard again and her orgasm was only one move away.
Then, he pulled his whole body completely away. His hands, his kisses, his breathing in her ear all gone. Harleen's lustful mind tried to wrap around what just happened, at the cold suddenly filling her disgruntled craving core. She tried to move her head to find him, about to ask him just what the hell he was doing. Her eyebrows pulled together, her shock rendering her speechless.
Joker walked away from her as if nothing had just happened, his hands grasping for the two electroshock therapy knobs and placing them seconds from her temples. He smiled down at her, moving the belt back into her mouth.
"I told you it would be bitter." Joker's laugh echoed around the room as the pain forced Harleen's eyes closed.
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