Author's Note: This chapter contains violence, harsh language, and smut.


Harley managed to make her way back to the hideout, bruised, beaten, sore, and tired. She nodded at the henchmen she walked by, they knew she was in no mood to trade witty banter. She opened the door to the bedroom, "Puddin," she called out quietly, "you home?" There was no response. She sighed and slowly made her way into the room. She knew she would be punished. She made her way into the bathroom, slowly peeling off the wet, torn, bloody costume and after examining it she threw it into the trashcan. She looked at her body in the mirror, examing the old yellowing bruises, and the fresh new purple bruises. She examined her multiple cuts, one being on her right breast. They were all rather small for the amount of blood that came from them. She started the bathwater, pouring in her favorite bubble bath. She untangled her pigtails and slid into the bathtub and emersered herself in the scent of rose petals and citrus. She leaned her head on the bath, and closed her eyes and thought of happy times.

A pair of hands lovingly touched her shoulders, "May I bathe you?" his cold breath fell on her neck, and she smiled.

"Of course Puddin."she sighed.

He put his hands in her hair and then shoved her under the water. Harley gasped for breath as her mouth filled with the sudsy water, she clawed for the side of the tub with one hand, trying to push the Joker away with the other, but it was useless, her hands dropped and she stopped struggling to breathe. Joker pulled her out of the water by her hair and held her head to his chest, laying a knife delicately on her throat, "Where are my diamonds, Harley?"

She let out a cough of bathwater and gasped, "Batman….Puddin, I'm sorry..."

"DAMN THAT BAT!" Joker released her and turned away, throwing the knife into the wall. Harley sat up and coughed up the rest of the water, shaking. She looked at him, he had only a purple towel wrapped around his waist. His gaze fell upon her as he cursed beneath his breath, her upper body exposed. His eyes caught the cut on her right breast. "Did the B-man do that to you?" he leaned over and touched it softly. She merely nodded with a slight whimper. He shook his head, took off the towel and got into the bath with her. "Only I can touch you like that." he kissed the cut gingerly. Harley leaned her head back, it was the moments like this that reminded her why she loved him so foolishly. "Anymore?" he asked quietly. She stretched her leg out, hanging it on the side of the tub, to reveal a deep cut on her inner thigh. A smile spread across his face as he leaned in to kiss her thigh. She went to move her leg back but his hand pushed her leg back down.

"Puddin'?"

"Shut up, Harley." He said sternly and she bit her lip. He breathed heavily, and grabbed her other leg, and wrapped it around his waist.

"Oh, Pudd-"

"GODDAMNIT, HARLEY! DON'T RUIN IT!" he lunged at her, clasping his hand sternly over her mouth. "Oh.." his voice softened as he realized this position had allowed his dick to rub against her clit, making him even harder. He grabbed her cut thigh with his free hand and at the exact moment she winced from the pain he shoved himself inside her. She let out a muffled scream, and he began to laugh under his breath, as he shoved himself deeper inside her. He moved his hand from her mouth to her right breast, squeezing the fresh cut firmly, and Harley wailed in her high-pitched voice. The mixtures of her pain and pleasure screams were music in his ears. He looked down at her, her head thrown back as she moaned even louder, her body heaving and wriggling from the pain he was causing. He let out more laughs and then leaned into her, biting her left breast so hard he tasted blood as he finally came inside her.

He let go of her and wiped his mouth, standing up and leaving her lying in the tub. He grabbed his bathrobe and slipped it on. "Harley, do me a favor would you?" he extended his hand to her, pulling her out of the tub, and handing her a fluffy green towel.

"Yes, Mistah J?"

"DON'T BE SUCH A STUPID BITCH TOMORROW." He slapped her across the cheek and she fell to the ground, "Do everything you can for that money, threaten his family, kill him, whore yourself out, I don't care, but don't come back here without that money."

"Y..yes..Puddin." she whimpered, as he left.