AN: Worried about how long I'm thinking the next chapter will be...hopefully you'll enjoy this one and force it out of me sooner. Make me do it.


"Let me ask you a question," he drawled out.

He circled me predatorily, I was trembling as I tried my best not to look over the edge of the platform.

I hate heights. Why did we have to be so goddamn high?

Stop being such a chicken.

Leave me alone.

Bawk, bawkbawkbawk bawk!

He suddenly cleared his throat and stopped in front of me. I had to be cold, there shouldn't be any other reason why I was shaking that badly. Here I was, in yet another shady warehouse-

Factory, stupid.

Whatever, same thing.

No, this is a chemical plant. A little different than any old warehouse.

Let me pay attention.

"Would you die for me?"

"I-" I met his eyes, which were sparklingly devilishly.

Answer him!

"Yes," I looked up at him and let a small smile creep out the corners of my mouth.

"Too easy," he said abruptly, not even waiting to process what I had said before he began walking away, contemplating his next question.

I saw the lightbulb go off above his head as he turned around, rounding closer to me.

I looked up at him and he hovered over me, eyeing me carefully.

"Would you live for me?"

His finger ran slowly down my lips, lingering at the bottom and grazing my chin before dropping it completely.

His question confused me, to say the least.

Do you love him Harley? I know you're at the very least obsessed with each other.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely able to muster any volume.

"Let's see you do both," a smile pulling at half of his mouth, he whipped his head to the side and cracked his neck.

I peered over his shoulder and looked at the steam that had managed to climb all of the way up to us.

He turned me around and backed me up to the edge of the platform, the railing had been removed so there was nothing to prevent me from falling. I was scared, and he kept pulling me towards the edge. Finally he let go of me and I leaned forward, trying to weight myself away from the edge.

He gestured to me before opening his mouth and looking wordlessly at the ceiling. I waited patiently but my nerves were spoiling anything that remained in my stomach.

"Do not make this, uh, oath to me when there are so many reasons why you might be so tempted to…go back on your word," he closed the gap in between us and grinned at me.

"I pushed you once, I won't push you this time," his voice was low and hinged on threatening.

I swallowed, and followed the nod he made behind me. I looked, and saw the vats of acid...

…all the way down there…

Look back at him look back at him look back at him.

I'm gonna hurl.

Then don't look behind anymore.

Suddenly it dawned on me, what he was asking of me. I looked at him, and he flashed his brilliant grill at me, cracking his knuckles as he read my every thought.

Regardless of how badly I was shaking, I was oddly calmed by the way he looked at me.

He wants you to jump, Harley.

I know.

Then do it.

I don't think I can.

I think you can.

No, I can't. I can't even look down.

Then look up once you jump.

That's a good idea.

I swallowed, my mouth was a desert. My heart was pounding in my ears and I kept reminding myself to breathe.

He's waiting for you to jump. Best not to keep him waitingggggggggg…

But what if I die? What if it burns?

That's a sacrifice he's willing for you to make. Don't you love him?

I don't know.

Don't you trust him?

I don't know.

Jump. Just jump, Harley.

I leaned back and embraced the air and tendrils of steam that began to scream by me.

I kept my gaze up to the platform I had left as my body fell to the control of my imminent landing. He appeared in my line of sight, following me off the edge and bending over to get a better view of my descent. He grew smaller and smaller as I continued to fall, and then everything went black.

I woke up to my skin searingly hot and wet, arms were pulling me violently from the depths of something dark. I sputtered and gasped to get all the air that I could back into my lungs. My eyes were burning as I forced them apart and all I saw was a blurred face and a streak of green.

And yet, I knew exactly where I was and who was with me. The more I kept my focus on the blur in front of me, the more my eyes adjusted and I could begin to take in details. He was looking at me almost suspiciously, gaging my every little movement. We were so close, I was in his arms and he was clutching me as if I'd break if he let go. I thought he was leaning in and frankly, if he wasn't, I didn't care.

I pushed myself towards him and met him ardently. We latched onto each other hungrily and my tongue roamed his mouth with an entirely different level of conviction.

When we finally broke for air, he took in a breath before his head fell back and he started cackling like the mad man that he was. I giggled along with him for a few seconds before reaching my arms around his neck and pulling his mouth back to mine.

He returned my kiss eagerly while he waded through the chemicals and only stopped when he had to assist me in climbing out.

I was dripping wet and as I looked at my hands and forearms, I noticed I was infinitely paler. I looked at my clown and took in how notably disheveled he was. He was soaking wet too, but the dye from his shirt was running considerably down his hands, dripping small beads of blood red liquid off of his fingertips.

"What do you say we get outta here?" he grinned as he pushed his hair back.

I smiled and nodded at him.

Pulling me over his shoulder, we made our way into the cool air of the night and hopped in his car, eager for our next destination.

Little did I know, it would be some time before we even drove off anywhere. There was tension in the car so thick lingering from our earlier kiss that not only were we both brandishing our knives at the opportunity, but we had already begun stabbing it without even realizing. My mouth was soon at his ear, biting his lobe and grabbing at the damp fabric of his collar.

He let me have a few moments of this before roughly shoving me back into my seat and climbing over the center console and on top of me. He reached down on his left and pulled hard on something, the back of my seat suddenly flattened and I let out a yelp of surprise at the motion. He continued climbing over me, lowering himself until he was practically crushing me again. His teeth dug into the tender skin of my throat and he sucked and bit me until I was sure there was blood running down my collarbone.

I relished the pain he was giving to me, I only found myself enjoying it more and more as he continued. I felt stronger, different than before. His tongue ran down, crossing my collarbone as his hands grabbed my shirt. I inhaled a large breath as he ripped it apart, the buttons dinging the interior of the car as they flew everywhere.

He grabbed my breasts and ground his hips against mine while simultaneously prying my legs open with his own. I moaned as he touched me, I was sweating horribly and I couldn't breathe because of how stuffy it was inside the car. The windows were already fogged up and I wondered if he was finally going to give me what I so desperately needed.

When a hand pushed my skirt up to my hips and began pulling my panties roughly down my legs, ripping them as he grew impatient, I smiled. His fingers returned to exactly where they were before, stroking my heat tenderly as he bit into my neck again.

"Please," I whined, just as impatient as he was.

I heard him snigger into my skin, followed by the sound of him unzipping his pants and the movement of fabric.

I couldn't wait, I pulled my hips up, trying to find his appendage as his lips brushed over my cheek, meeting my own in a bruising kiss.

He let out a small noise of amusement before his hand gripped my throat, slamming me back into the seat and choking me. My eyes were tearing in a matter of seconds but I still managed to look at him. His eyes burned holes through me as he smiled, clearly satisfied with my reaction.

The pressure on my throat did not let up, and just as I thought I was going to black out, he pushed himself inside of me so quickly that what little breath I had left escaped me. His grip suddenly faltered and found the back of my knee, lifting my leg and posting it up and over his arm. He began a painfully slow pace of thrusting into me and I closed my eyes as I felt every inch of him sink into me.

A sudden stinging on my cheek forced my eyes to flutter open, he had smacked me with his free hand and was now frowning at me.

"Look at me," he growled something animalistic.

It was a threat that I had no interest in pushing him to, I continued to look at him with what I hope were my best doe eyes. When the frown began to fade from his face and he began to chuckle, I knew that I had won that round.

He adjusted once more and quickened his pace, giving me exactly what I wanted. I screamed something long and full of pleasure as he pounded away at me.

He dropped my leg and suddenly removed himself from me. He smacked me again, although more playfully this time when I grimaced at him.

"Patience is a virtue, Harls," he grinned, grabbing me and turning me to my side so I faced the door. He came to rest behind me, pulling me close into his body and lifting my top leg, snaking his arm under it and grabbing my throat again.

The position was slightly uncomfortable until he was moving in and out of me, then everything else seemed slightly irrelevant. All that mattered was how deeply he was penetrating me and the ferocity in which he was doing it in.

As he applied pressure to my throat, his mouth moved to the shell of my ear.

"Harleeeeeeeeeeyyyyy," he whispered. "Do you wanna be my girl?"

I nearly came then and there. His hot breath on my neck and ear was quickly pushing me towards climax.

"Yes," I groaned out, not capable of saying anything else.

He kept a merciless pace and I was going to cum if he didn't let up.

"What was that?"

I gritted my teeth in frustration, and tried to keep myself focused on speaking but it was difficult.

"Yes," I whined.

"Do you wanna cum for me?"

I sucked in a ragged breath before responding, moaning until I could form words in my head.

"Oh god, yes," I nearly cried out.

He let go of my throat and gripped my leg tightly, forcing my body to convulse as I screamed. His speed somehow managed to increase as my orgasm ripped violently through me, my limbs jerking as his teeth gnawed into my neck, holding me in place.

"Harleeeeeeeyyyyyyy…" he spoke softly in my ear when I finally came down, his pace much slower now.

I couldn't have said anything even if I wanted to, my breathing was erratic. Forcing me to gasp my air greedily.

"You don't think we're done yet, do you?" he drawled, the tip of his tongue tracing the curve of my ear.

A smile split across my face before he flipped me around and lifted me up with a strength and speed that made me cry out in surprise. Adjusting himself fully on the reclined seat, he had put me on his lap and despite how short I was, I still had to lean forward to avoid hitting my head on the roof of the car.

"Daddy's not done yet," he cackled, raising his hips up and forcing me to ride him. I had gotten the hint, but even on the bottom he liked to control my every movement. He paused momentarily to see what I would, and I took advantage of escaping his merciless pace, riding him slow but deeply as I toyed with the movement of my hips.

His eyes burned through me, and he was the most serious I had ever seen him before. It sent a chill down my spine and I almost blurted out an apology when I realized how badly he was scaring me. My movements slowed down even further, I thought I had done something wrong or maybe said something offensive without my realizing it. Then I realized I hadn't heard any voices since I had woken up in his arms.

My mouth suddenly dropped open in contemplation that the voices were suddenly gone.

"They're gone. She's gone," I said to him, a smile creeping through me.

"Uh- don't mean to ruin this moment of self-discovery but I don't remember asking you to stop now, did I?" a corner of his mouth curled as he bared his teeth at me. The fear slammed into me again at full force, along with his hand, hitting me so hard that he had to pull me back on top of him. He grabbed and yanked at my hair, bringing me down to him where he spoke roughly in my ear, the pace continuing as it never had before.

My cries into his chest as I exploded over him deafened his words, and all I could hear was color and bombs going off in my head.

He gave one last, languid push inside of me and stopped, his fingers holding me tightly to him as he exhaled through a painful groan.

Removing his hands from me so I could sit up a bit, I looked at him, completely spent and expecting him to be as well. Instead he just grinned almost stupidly at me, completely surprising me.

"Sorry pumpkin, daddy likes it rough. I'm sure you've heard the rumors though," he said, winking at me.

"What rumors?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"Jeeze," he frowned dramatically, "and I thought that I was the best lay in Gotham," he remarked, a smile appearing soon after.

"I never did listen to the rumors about you," I said slyly.

He squinted, looking at me with a challenge curling at his raised eyebrow.

"How about my best girl tell daddy," he paused licking his lips as he brushed some of my hair behind my ear, "what exactly…she has heard…hm?"