A/N: This chapter contains a strong M rating for sexual activity and discussion of abuse and neglect.
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It took nearly an hour to push through the mass of Gotham PD that gathered in the asylum - finding J alone in a forgotten interrogation room. It was a large, clean room with harsh fluorescent lighting; a broad two-way window exposing Joker as he sat quietly with his eyes cast downward.
"I need to see my patient." She demanded, standing with her hands on her curved hips as the two heavily armed guards glared at her. They made her no remark; adjusting their guns carefully.
"You are interfering with a major psychological break through! It's imperative that I talk to him."
She glanced over the officers shoulder; frowning at the sight before her. J was shackled wrists and ankles in heavy metal cuffs; blood dripping from his brow onto his pale hands. The guards he had killed didn't go down without a fight.
"That's what's wrong with this place! A fuckin' holiday inn for psychopaths! Batman needs to start putting a bullet in their heads - do us all a favor."
Harley glared at him. "This is no place for politics asshole!" She growled, shoving past him and swiping her badge quickly gaining access to the clowns cell. She stepped inside carefully as to not startle him; closing the space between them with each tap of her stilettos.
"J? It's me."
He didn't stir; his glazed eyes bore into the blood on his hands. Some of it was his some belonged to the dead guards.
"Mistah J, I'm sorry. I knew your childhood had to be bad but I never imagined..."
He looked up suddenly; eyes toxic fire as he glared at her - lunging forward quickly. He was chained to the chair - his attempt to grab her failing.
"J.. It's Harley."
He sat back in the chair; narrowing his eyes. He didn't recognize her; or didn't give a shit who she was. He lunged at her again. Harley yelped; glancing at the guards who kept their back to her at the door. She walked in front of him and knelt - touching his cool fingers with her own as she searched his troubled eyes.
"It's me, your Harlequin."
Joker sat back again in the chair - watching her carefully before realization took over and he smiled.
"Harley?"
She nodded.
"Harley Quinn." He smiled, grasping her fingers through his shackles. "It's your turn." She looked at him puzzled, not sure what he meant. "The game. It's your turn. Tell me something about Harleen Quinzel."
Harley shook her head softly, frowning at him. "You're bleeding. You need a medic. I overheard the fourth guard tell the police Aaron attacked you - he told him Aaron was interested in me and jealous because of our relationship. They'll patch you up."
Joker laughed suddenly grinning down at his girl. "That dreadful bat knocked my teeth out when I killed his pathetic side kick. No one fixed my face up for a long time after that and I'm still here. This is nothing. Tell me about you."
Harley took the chair his opposite and sat down with a pout. Her childhood wasn't nearly as terrifying as his but it still had its moments. Her mother was strict - demanding she bring home straight A's and practice gymnastics every week leaving no time for friends or fun. Her father was an alcoholic - gambling all their money away until he finally left them. Then the boyfriends came - abusive jerks who would sneak into her bedroom after a drunken night with her mother and try to take advantage of her. They usually passed out before they could get very far.
Usually.
"There's really nothing special about me, Mistah J." She assured quietly after telling her story. Joker was all ears - taking everything in as she spoke.
"Oh, Harls. There's something quite special about you. It's just hidden deep inside."
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Several weeks passed before they allowed Joker back into the asylum normally. The fourth guard testified that Aaron had provoked him after a harrowing session with his psychiatrist and they chalked it up to "one of those things that sometimes happens in an insane asylum". He was allotted one hour each day without his straight jacket, which he always chose to spend with Harley and Dr. Arkham took him off his medications again so he could speak with them in perfect clarity.
He watched as Harley stepped into their usual room - smiling as she clicked off the light which disabled the two way mirror. Although Arkham was against it he let their sessions be free from guards or orderlies - giving them an hour of privacy a day.
"Good morning beautiful."
She smiled; reaching up into her hair to unleash the tight bun on her head. Her blond hair fell loose in sexy waves around her shoulders as she made her way to him wearing a low cut lavender blouse with a gray skirt; his eyes going wide at the sight.
"Mornin'," she muttered - straddling his lap quickly as their mouths met - her fingers raking into his hair as she kissed him passionately. He groaned deep in his throat - pulling her into his chest as his hands traveled down her back and to her exquisite ass. A moment later Harley's skirt was around her waist as she fumbled with his slacks - moaning softly as he placed wet kisses down her throat - taking over the task at hand and thrusting himself inside her quickly. He didn't ask permission - she has brought this on herself and she didn't seem to care - grinding her hips against his quickly.
"Fucking hell, Harley." Joker growled, pulling her hair so her head fell back - her neck exposed to him as she moaned. He wanted to fuck her forever - never letting this moment end but she was far more skilled than he wanted to admit and his pleasure was building quickly. He stood up suddenly - never breaking their connection as he slammed her back on the small table in the room. Harley looked up at him with lust in her eyes - completely his as he thrust into her over and over.
She arched her back - reaching her hands up to clutch his neck as he poured himself into her with a grunt; collapsing on top of her body a minute later. "Oh Harley you beautiful vixen." He muttered, kissing the edge of her mouth as he regained his composure. The guards would be back any minute with that fucking straight jacket. He was growing tired of life at the asylum and by the look on Harley's pretty face she was almost ready to really be his.
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Harley's head fell back with a moan as Joker leaned in closer; slipping another finger between her eager legs. They barely talked about him anymore - they barely did anything but fuck during their hour of solitude. Dr. Arkham was getting curious - complaining that Harley never wrote down anything he has to say anymore. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this couldn't last forever. He leaned forward and kissed her softly - circling her clit with just enough motion to cause her to moan into his mouth. She knew one day someone would find out about them and take all of this away from her.
"Tell me about your first time, Harleen." She hated when he called her that. She was his Harley and morning more. "First time?" She asked between sighs of pleasure; he pressed a digit into her further. "Oh gawd, Mistah J.."
"Shhh, baby. Just tell me."
She lifted her head slowly to meet his savory gaze and nodded, blond hair falling down around her face.
"College." She hissed, not wanting to remember the first time a man showed her any real affection. Her mothers boyfriends only went as far as Joker was now with her. She didn't want to think about any of that - just wanting to focus on the pleasure she was receiving now - knowing they didn't have much time.
"Go on."
Harley pressed her legs together trying to block out some of the wonderful sensations he was causing her. It was hard to concentrate. To her dismay Joker shoved her thighs apart again and removed his fingers - glaring at her for a second before he fell to his knees and replaced his fingers with his tongue. She touched his hair - crying out softly as he pushed her back into her chair and moved deeper into her sweet center, lapping it up like a delicious ice cream cone.
"Tell me." He demanded against her thigh as she obliged and opened her mouth to speak. "I got my first D my second semester of college. The professor, Greg was a jerk - deliberately giving me a bad grade so I would have to see him after class." She let out a sharp sigh once his mouth found her clit again, her hands fisting into his green hair. "So I went to his office after class and demanded an explanation for the D. He told me if I wanted an A in his class - an important class that I needed to become a psychiatrist - I had to fuck him on his desk everyday the entire semester."
J leaned back to look at her; smiling despite her troubled look at the thought. She went on to explain that he was very unattractive and rude; forcing himself on her in the small unkept office. Just like when she tried to tell her mother of the abuse at home he assured her no one would believe her at the university. So she let it happen. Day after day until the class was over and she received an A. No thanks to her academic abilities - after a week she didn't even bother writing the papers anymore. "You poor beautiful girl." Joker assured with a frown; leaning up to kiss her quickly as her tears began to fall. Her mind was strong - suppressing all the fucked up shit that had happened to her through the years but thanks to him and their relationship the real Harley Quinn was about to surface.
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Three days later they sat quietly in their room - the straight jacket on; her hair pulled back in a long ponytail down her back. What he wouldn't do to grab that ponytail and fuck her into next week. Their hour was up to quickly anymore.
"Dr. Quinzel. I live for these moments with you."
She smiled, leaning across the table to steal a quick kiss from her clown prince. The guards were there but ever since Aaron's demise they didn't stick around close to the couple.
"Is there something you could do for me?" He asked sweetly, looking up at her with sad green eyes. Harley was smitten - her heart swelling in her chest at the thought of helping him with anything. She loved him. "Anything! I mean, yeah..."
"I need a machine gun." He said quickly - seriously as she searched his eyes and nodded. "Alright, Mistah J."
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Fin! Maybe. For now. That last part had a bit of dialogue from Suicide Squad. Not mine. Let me know what you think! I'll prob add what wackiness ensues after she gets him said gun up to when they *spoilers* jump into the acid vats. Fav part of the movie! When he takes his jacket off and jumps in after her? Sexy as hell. Enjoy! Review! Sorry it seems rushed!
