AUTHOR'S NOTE: A lot has changed in this chapter! So pay close attention previous fans :D ENJOY! & Don't forget to REVIEW!
I.
Harleen sat just staring quietly into the vent that created a huge ruckus. Apparently, she hypothesized, very stupidly, something was wrong with the air-conditioning because not only was it awfully cold in her apartment, the vent was forming it's own orchestra in her living room. Sebastian glanced at her and the vent disdainfully, trying to sleep it off but just mewed at Harleen.
"I can't do anything about tonight. It's too late for that." She whispered, unusually energetic. She got up quickly and drifted into her office.
She stood in the doorway like a lost child and stared piously at the work that was still scattered across the oak desk. The computer beeped occasionally and her radio in the corner played soft music.
Sebastian crossed between her legs and pounced upon the desk and soundlessly fell asleep.
"I don't have time for this tonight," She wheezed and began to collect her belongings into her briefcase when a paper fell on the floor.
She quickly picked it up noticing it was one of the medical forms, still blank in all it's inifinte blasé glory and just as she tucked it into her briefcase, along with the rest of her files, she remember he mentioned Jack…
Her first session reverberated instantly. She then recoiled in anger, knowing the forms needed to be finished soon but then she plopped her tired, achy body onto the desk and clicked on the computer.
"Jack..." She announced silently, flickering her eyes to her computer, "I wonder if…"
She quickly logged back on her username and entered in the search engine, Jack.
Of course she didn't expected to find much, especially with such a general first name. And just as she thought, it was all too common and all too boring of a first name she found her endless searching had takened her to page twenty two of Google's search, until she noticed that old photocopied articles had been posted. Nothing stuck out in particular until out of some misplace curiousty drove her to click one of the articles at random.
"Jack Napier, World Renown Engineer, discovers the use of Stem Cell research to stop influx of Cancerous Diseases but is denied by SBE"
"…no. way." She trailed, her eyes flickering at the picture on the left hand side of the webpage.
Quickly, she grabbed her specs and adjusted them, squinting her eyes with scrutiny.
In the picture were three men, posing for the picture obviously but were all smiling at the lens while shaking hands. She didn't know the two older men but she instantly recognized the other by his youthful looks and crooked smile. It was unmistakably him!
"Well I'll be damned!" She whooped quietly, stirring Sebastian, she confirmed, by the vague creases that were dimpling in his cheeks but he wore no face paint and his hair remained tame.
He wore a plain black suit, and his hair was neatly combed over and his face was absolutely flawless. His smile bore pearly white teeth and genuinely, she thought, he looked…happy.
She scrolled down the screen to read and scan the article. It was all too shocking, she thought quietly to herself and found that he was the first to challenge the SBE (Society Broadcast Engineer) Committee to research the embryonic cells of fetuses for the use of fighting cancer. He was a former graduate of Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a masters degree in general Engineering and was said to devote his life to cure for cancer but was rudely declined of course by of which they pronounced it was "unethical".
Later he found himself working in the "eco" friendly companies involving the use of biological and chemical research to infectious diseases…
"Why the fuck…" She cursed, trying to mend together the broken past of such a studious man. "did you…?" her voice trailed off.
Lazily, she pressed the back button and then scanned the former screen and then found something almost too disturbing. The link read:
"Jack Napier pronounced dead"
Her heart leapt at the click of her fingers and quickly read the article.
It was informing the citizens of his residence in New Jersey that he was found dead by the over dosages of various pills. The police say it was possible suicide but autopsy can't be confirmed due to the wishes of his family…
"Family?" Harleen was confused.
She continued to read and found that since he was no longer in contact with his mother or father, but his wife, Katherine preferred that his body be buried without examinations because she claims he wouldn't have wished otherwise.
The article continued but Harleen stopped reading. She was rubbing her temples, trying to piece together this man's life but found it incredibly hard, especially due to drowsiness that was attacking her senses but before she decided to get ready for bed she scribbled his former address on a notepad and tossed it in her purse.
Harleen went to bed shortly thereafter, haunted by the former pristine life her patient used to have.
II.
The next morning was better than her previous morning. She'd actually gotten up on time and arrived early to work.
However, her morning was screwed out of the disturbance of her office door having been unlocked.
Harleen was sure she locked it before she left the other day and the potential thought of someone ransacking her office filled her mind as she desperately turned the knob, expecting the worst.
When she came through the threshold, everything was intact –nothing had been moved or misplaced, however there was a vase, sitting proudly upon her desk, with array of blood red roses.
"These must be from Coleman," She assured herself, in a low whisper when she reached her desk, setting her briefcase on the floor. She dipped her head over, and took in the rich sweet smell.
Then she noticed a note attatched and read carefully:
See you soon – J
"You bastard." Was all that escaped her angry, pursing lips. She ripped it off, seeing that lettering was a beautiful cursive blood written note. It wasn't the simple fact of receiving the roses but it was the fact that that creep had gotten out of his cell! And how in the world, she wondered, did he even get those roses!
That's when Harleen quickly turned her hips around, heading quickly out the door and making her way to the lowest level of Arkham.
III.
She tapped on the thick glass that surrounded his top security cell, peeping in on him.
The Joker was sitting lazily on his back with his hands folded behind his head and his right leg folded over his left, tapping his foot occasionally
When he heard the noise, he looked up for a moment and then found Harleen standing before him, with a peeved off expression on her face but nonetheless he smiled wickidly with his ripped cheeks.
"So you got my note?" He laughed and pranced to the glass.
"You mind telling me how you're getting out of here, hm? Or should I inform security of your nightly trips outside of the cell!" She said with a very ghastly tone. Her eyes were a fiery blue, vibrantly lighting up her pale face and her lips tightened at the corners.
"But I wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you, Doc." He joked, and saw that she had his note, ripped and crushed in her hands.
"Ah," He frowned slightly, "Why'd you rip it? I thought you'd like it." He was giggling uncontrollably.
"This isn't funny, Joker!" She said through gritted teeth.
"I wasn't trying to be, babe," He said flirtatiously, "I was just simply thinking about you. That's, ah, that's all."
"That's not the point," She snapped, "The point is, if I ever catch you out your cell, you're dead."
"Ohhh! A threat," He laughed gaily, clasping his hands together, " getting angry already!"
She sighed loudly, checking her wristwatch again seeing it was exactly 7:45 am.
"I'll see you in five minutes." She said angrily, walking away and disappearing up the elevator.
IV.
It was true. She undeniably angry with him not only because he was violating security measures but that it proved against her better judgement that he was capable of escaping—which presented a very interesting question –why, if he could simply get of his cell, just drop it off in her office and not leave entirely? He could've easily slipped out of Arkham, certainly not long yet to be noticed by security cameras, but nonetheless he could've escaped!
It also brought to her mind how he did he write in his own blood his note? Did he obtain his weapons back? Was he hording them somehow? She had to find out before her anger peaked dangerously.
She reached the room, slinging her briefcase in her hand and slammed open the doors catching the attention all of his occupants –the Joker, and his gaurds' attention.
"Uncuff him." She commanded, as soon as her body entered the Audiotory Room.
Both of the guards gave her a serious look, speaking of rage and frustation but not one of them budged. Harleen could've spit bullets.
"I said," She repeated, "uncuff him. Now."
"That is out of our jurisdiction Doctor. It's for you protection." One of them answered, unwaveringly as they turned to leave for the exit and Harleen felt her fist ball up and as she dropped her briefcase on the floor, glaring at them.
"So help me God," She growled, "if you walk so much as one more inch out of this room, I will see to that you won't have your job here any longer!"
As if she was reliving the other day of work, the usual overwhelment boggling down her patience, her nerves unraveled at the ends and her mouth twitching uncontrollably—how hard is it to simply listen?
"Now," She said, feeling a shudder run through her ice cold viens, "take him out of those handcuffs."
Without another word, or another look at that, they approached the Joker, whom was stifling between his hysterical giggles and released him of his bonds.
"If he hurts you, lady," one of them said but Harleen snapped in regression, throwing him an angry look.
"If he hurts me, I'll be sure to tell whoever reviews the tapes I allowed you to take his restraints off."
They exited the room, slamming the iron door behind and them and then Harleen, still standing, breathing heavily, turned her gaze.
"Why so…serious"—
"What are you hiding?" She snapped.
"What ever to you ah, haha, do you mean?"
"I mean," She approached him, unafraid, and stooped to his eye level and stared hard into his own, "how did you get your blood on that note –because I do know very well in fact that the room you're in, that cell, has no sharp corners, nothing remotely curved so much as to bruise your skin! You're hiding something aren't you?"
He began to laugh instantly, throwing his head back but Harleen grasped his collar.
"Do you know of the corollary of what you've done?" She snapped, seeing that his amused expression had only morphed into an even more humored look of laughter, "I am trying very hard to keep you from facing the death penalty –or is that what you want?"
"How," He cooed, thrusting her hands off him, "ah, very noble of you Doc, but I won't be around here long enough to see my next court date!" He squeled in excitement seeing her eyes flash dangerously.
"Where is it?" She asked, more calmly.
"What-ah?"
"The knife, Joker. There's absolutely no doubt about it you've swindled it into your cell somehow."
"Oh, ah, that, that's a secret,"—
"On all that his holy," She threatened, pushing her face closer to his, unaware that his amusement was pushing onto futher dangerous ground when he directed his attention to her lips as they pursed, "you will tell me how you go that knife and you will give it to me"—
The Joker without hesitation made his move swift and easy, taking her lips into his own, thrust his cramped body from the seat, pushing roughly on her face.
He wasn't entirely surprised of his actions, he's been hording all these lustful tendencies to the back of his mind but the time was now that he make his move on Harleen's most vulnerable state –her anger.
Harleen was taken by complete devastation when she felt her control over the situation become utterly overcome by her defenseless of the circumstances at which she instantly regretted having him cornered without this handcuffs –all because she thought a little freedom might make him trust her more. Oh no, she pleaded on the inside of her mind as she found this lips less oppressive than she expected, this was not how this was planned.
He continued by shoving his tongue in her mouth pushing her roughly by his wrist and his powerful body. He then quickly ensued with force by grasping her neck roughly and then pulled her forward to swathe her growing fear of excitement.
She broke free, pushing her off of him, and she bumped into the adjacent wall, wiping her wounded mouth on the back of her bare arm.
"What the fuck was that!" She cursed, pointing at him angrily as she readied herself to leave.
Harleen's body was shaking uncontrollably, both to the growing excitement that beginning to build between her legs but also from her loss of control during the situation.
She let herself become like an open wound, ready to receive any homebound infection and as the Joker saw it fit to intervene and dominate over her vulnerability.
He watched her stumble backwards, fear stricken with torment but angry as hell. He laughed as she reared her hand back to slap him but she refused the urge and instead she gathered her clipboard from the floor, throwing him a nasty scowl.
"Don't you ever," She threatened, shaking like a leaf, "pull a stunt like that again or I'll"—
"What?" He joked, licking her blood from his lips, savoring the metallic taste, "Does it frighten-n you," He stood now, approaching her, already ready to attack his prey, noticing that fear was welling behind her angry façade, "to admit you actually…ah, enjoyed it?"
"Enjoyed?" She scoffed, feeling her cracked lips drip a little more blood, "Nothing about that experience was gratifying so I"—
"Ah, Ah, Ah," He wagged his finger, practically reeling from the anger that leaked from her shaking voice. He knew she was scared of him now, as he towered over her, "But you kissed back"—
"Naturally! But that doesn't mean"—She stopped in the middle on her sentence now beginning to attend her briefcase and clipboard laying strode across the floor, near the chair.
Harleen's eyes were receding their usual dominance over their conversation so he knew he had her on a whim, begging him not to continue but how could he resist an opportunity such as this?
She then quickly attempted to leave the room but instead he slammed into her, against the metal walls, holding her down and covering her mouth.
"Shh, shh, shh," He cooed, caressing her throat with soft fingers, "I just wanna have some fun."
Harleen squirmed helplessly, seeing that now she was no longer angry but absolutely terrified –what if her mother and Coleman were right?—what if she couldn't handle the Joker? What if he killed her right now!
She fought hard against him, attempting to push him off but no matter how much strength she mustered up he wouldn't budge. She could feel his body's weight being pushed on top of her own, cutting off her circulation and oxygen supply. She was gasped now, forcing his lips off her own by biting his tongue.
He snickered within his throat and he scrambled clumsily to find her hands so that he may push them away and continue the fun he was already basking in.
"My, my," He said hoarsely, "I never knew you liked it this rough!"
The Joker, then quickly, wringed both her wrist in his hands and slung them over her head and then pressed his body harder into hers by spreading her legs apart, chewing his hips into her own. He enjoyed hearing her suffocate under his grasp.
"But then again," He said, cunningly, "it's always those, ah, those quiet ones that get ya."
Harleen was shivering as his tongue wrestled freely into her mouth and she suddenly felt herself give into him. She was utterly powerless, and without effort she allowed him to continue his assault upon her, feeling exceptionally immobilized under his control but undeniably turned on by his belligerent erotic nature. He pressed his lips against hers again, licking and biting her chapped lips.
Harleen's screams were muffled by his mouth covering her own and then she felt her exciment grow, within the bosom of her fear, by arching her back and buckling her hips into his own and then, forcefully grinding roughly against his groin.
This feeling was irrational, she told herself, as she fought hard against the excitement that was ransacking the flesh between her thighs. She was begging her hormones to remain at bay, however her body was doing otherwise.
She began to bite back and kiss aggressively, shoving her tongue back into his mouth. She moaned as her excitement was reaching its peak and to the Joker's dismay he was beginning to feel feverish. He leaned in softer now and then, slowly, loosened his grip on her wrist, the shifted some of his body's weight off hers but by doing so she suddenly kicked him swiftly in the groin.
She fell to the floor, no longer supported by his strong hands, and sat slumping her neck over, breathless and panting. She was fearful of the feelings that were consuming her and so she quivered, not being able to control the shakiness in her step or breath as she stood.
She watched him stumble to the floor, holding the delicate area between his thighs and gasping for air. His face was twisted with anger and he laid on the floor, holding himself, steadying his breath.
Harleen ignored the feelings that were beginning to blossom inside her stomach due to mind over matter – she wouldn't all herself to fall prey to the carelessness of a virgin's hormones.
Instead, without saying anything, she quickly appropriated her attire by pulling her skirt down and adjusting her shirt. Harleen then quickly existed the room with her things in hand and successfully slamming the door loudly behind her frantically clicking heels.
Harleen had to get hold of the security tape before Jeremiah reviewed it…
OH NO! What ever will Harleen do? She knows very well that her body is craving for release but her mind is telling her otherwise –is she truly falling for the mad man or is it just fluke?
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Sneak Peak; Chapter Five: "Jack Napier"
"Can I help you?" She spoke quietly, shyly tugging at her clothes as Harleen closed her car door.
"Ah, yes," Harleen said, pushing her hand forward to shake the stunning woman's hands, "I'm looking for a Katherine Napier? Do you know where I could find her?"
The woman shook Harleen's hand regardless and nodded solemnly.
"That would be me. Is there something wrong?" She said, walking now towards the mailbox and Harleen began to follow, clearing her throat.
"I know how terribly rude this must be, coming here unannounced but I was wondering if you could tell me a little about your late husband-Jack." Harleen asked
