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Warnings:
There is a reason this story has the rating it does.
Graphic content ahead.
Proceed with caution.
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Chapter 3
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"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all." ― Oscar Wilde
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She was very young the first time she visited the circus.
She was so young that she couldn't even recall if the very first memory of it was completely genuine. Part of her wondered if she had fabricated pieces of her memory. What she was sure about was that the memory was one of the most captivating things her young mind could grasp.
Bang, crash, boom!
There was so much noise, so much movement. There were people all around her, above and below her. No matter which way she turned, there was something new to entrance her, something amazing.
As soon as she passed through that tent, every single one of her senses were amplified to the extreme. The colors around her were so bright, so intensely beautiful. What entered her mouth stung her taste buds with such amazing fervor, lingering in her throat and mind. Her fingers found so many new textures, some fluffy and some pointy.
The people around her were dressed only like they would in stories. Bright make up, luxurious fabrics and ostentatious shapes. Every presence was different, but every feeling that they contained inside was on display for all to see.
They didn't despise how different they looked from everyone else.
No, they relished in it.
And in comparison to everyone else, they were the only ones that portrayed themselves for who they really were.
Everyone else was just a bad photo copy of each other.
It was only during those few brief moments in time, Harley had been allowed to come out and play. Every year after that, Harleen would beg o be allowed to go to the circus, and she would spend all night there. When her mother was feeling better, she would allow it. Her mother even took out a beautiful costume that she had made for Harley all by herself.
Everyone adored Harley when she dressed up in her little circus outfit, the bright diamond pattern rivaling all the colors on her cheeks. She was allowed to run, skip and jump as much as she wanted. She could remember how much she smiled, how much she laughed.
It had been so much fun to be free.
The adults at the circus adored her; the ones in the bright, bold outfits. They liked her so much better than those walking mannequins. They would smile whenever she came near. They hugged and kissed her cheeks, they gave her sweets and gifts. She was the cutest little girl they had seen, the living embodiment of everything that the circus meant. Her smile was enough to lift everyone's spirits.
Harley was not allowed to come out when the circus was not in town. Normal adults didn't like Harley, they liked Harleen.
Harleen acted like a normal little girl … Harleen looked like a normal little girl.
So in those few times when she was allowed to let Harley out, she slowly became aware of how different the two entities were. As she got older, Harley became less and less acceptable even with the circus as a backdrop.
She had to be Harleen, the quiet little girl who did what she was told.
That was because Harleen would never hurt anyone … let alone bash open someone's head with a rock.
Harleen would not use the blood all over her face and hands as finger paint.
Harleen would never have been able to overpower someone who was twice her height and three times her weight.
Harleen would not laugh as she watch the life drain from the eyes of the registered sex offender that decided upon his next victim.
But Harley … Harley would have done it gladly.
"Harley" was a phase, or so it was called later. It was something that she went through as a child, a result of naïve energy and innocent understanding. That was the explanation people would make for her.
Harley was wild, unnameable. She was the sweetest, most lovable thing when she was happy. But make her angry, and she was a monster.
There were only a few people who knew the complete truth.
The truth of what happened that night.
Only a few knew the truth of how the man … the vermin … was a presence that no one wanted, and that wherever he went people suffered.
Only a handful of people came upon to witness the scene in the mere seconds after it happened.
Only a small group could see that the first one to acknowledge the truth about him was a child.
And that child was the only one brave enough to do anything about it.
She never asked for the clowns to cause a distraction while the acrobats whisked her away. She did not tell the fortune teller to hide her while the strong men washed away the scene. She did not expect the animal trainers to let the lions out of their cages while the bearded ladies cleaned her up. She never told the fire eaters to torch her dress with half of the tent to get rid of the evidence.
She had asked for none of it, but they gave it to her anyway.
Why? Because, they loved Harley.
Harley, not Harleen.
When the fires died down, the papers spun the most amazing yarn.
Amazingly, there had been absolutely no casualties in the fire that caused all the animals to escape … save for one.
The remains of the escaped convict were taken away just as the circus people gave Harley back to her mother. They had rescued her from the flames that had destroyed her clothes. Everyone was simply happy that no one else was seriously injured, and the show could miraculously still go on.
The events of that night were completely lost to time. Those who knew the truth had nothing to back it up. They would not tell the truth even if asked, because everyone knew the truth.
There was a fire.
Animals escaped
A criminal died.
That was a good enough explanation as any.
However, Harley never told anyone that the man had not been trying to hurt her that night.
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"Man plans and God laughs." – Yiddish Saying
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She was dreaming.
She must have been drugged.
Well, she knew she had been drugged, but after that … she may have been doused some more.
What other explanation could there be to what appeared in her brain?
It had to be a dream, since she knew for a fact that in real life she did not have giant floppy rabbit ears sticking out of the top of her head, nor did she have a fluffy white tail. And there was certainly no version of Harley—that she knew of—that was a two-dimensional cartoon character with eyes triple regular size. And as much as she enjoyed it at home, she would not run around a large flower meadow wearing nothing but a red and blue bow on those bunny ears of hers.
There was a chance that she may devour as many cute carrot-shaped lollipops she could get a hold on—especially if they were cute and tasty enough.
None of that explained why Bunny-Harley suddenly pulled a cellphone out of her ear when it started ringing, nor why she gathered a bunch of her burlier, jester-hatted male bunny followers to leave their cozy red and blue meadow and invade the neighboring forest. This forest happened to be made up of entirely physically impossibly twisted trees, with trunks made of purple neon lights, and fuzzy, sparkly gold leaves. She just picked up her bat and walked straight ahead.
Bunny-Harley and her merry troupe then came across a fortified cave, where all the crooked rats of the forest kept their goodies. They were able to infiltrate their cave quite easily, but as soon as they arrived, Bunny-Harley found that someone else was trying to steal all the goodies as well.
This other thief was none other than her notorious rival, Lion-Joker.
There were pictures drawn all over his white fur, his giant radiant mane was bright green, and when he curled his lips back he revealed silver fangs. Bunny-Harley didn't like him at all; this big kitty was trying to butt in on her fun. When he roared, all of Bunny-Harley's troupe ran away, and the white lion dragged Bunny-Harley off to his den to devour her.
Only as soon as they got to Lion-Joker's, he transformed from a scary lion into an even scarier new form. Just like her, he turned into a human shape with lion ears and a lion tail. His wild green mane was even more radiant when she saw how his claws and silver fangs remained as he licked his lips at her.
Silly Bunny-Harley ran when she thought he was going to eat her, only to be shocked that once he finally caught her, he didn't eat her at all.
Well … not in that sense, anyway.
And that was where things became fuzzy for Bunny-Harley.
The strangest thing was that right after Lion-Joker pulled a cherry out of the little flower between her legs … that was when he started f**king her.
This was definitely a dream.
Because how on earth could she have her cherry popped and be deflowered?
That was just physically impossible.
Yeah, completely.
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"If you give the devil a hair, he'll want the whole beard." – Yiddish Saying
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What woke her up was a beeping noise.
It was her phone.
You gonna get that? We want to sleep …
Sleep still was fogging over her mind when she moved her hand toward the noise. Harley's hands were dangling off the side of the mattress, so using her hands to look for the device was only a small movement. Her fingers found the stiff material of the harness that acted as a case, and eventually she brought the little beeping object to her face.
It was still very dark, so she winced when the little light appeared in front of her eyes. She turned around onto her back, using the pillow to prop up her head while she held the phone above her. Her eyes blinked for several seconds before she saw that … she had "One New Message".
YOUR SERVICE WITH THIS TELEPHONE PROVIDER HAS BEEN TERMINATED.
That was when the message swiftly disappeared, and the phone went black.
Damn it!
Harley had only one measly little chance of help—and how did they help?
She gave you a great big shove under the bus, that's what!
Who agreed to her deal anyway?
Not me.
Without another thought, and without looking up, Harley hurled the phone away from her and towards what she hoped was a wall. She heard a satisfying crash, and closed her eyes with a smile after knowing the thing had been destroyed.
Wait … why do we need her help again?
Oh yeah, we're just fine … aren't we?
Harley shifted around under the covers, trying to snuggle back into the warmth of slumber.
Yep.
No complaints here.
"Oh, shut up …" Harley felt herself whisper.
She was really getting tired of them talking all the time.
However, she never expected a reply, nor did she expect it to be so sweetly smooth as it purred into her ear, "Kinda hard to do without speaking."
Oh … no.
HOW THE HELL HAD SHE FORGOTTEN ABOUT HIM?!
All sleepiness forgotten, Harley's eyes opened widely as she sat up almost immediately.
An opposing force immediately pulled her right back down and she flopped back down on the mattress. Almost as soon as she tried getting up again, a firm weight pressed her back down. There was a smile against the pulse on her neck as arms came up to push down on hers.
"Morning," was the whisper in her ear.
Good morning Mistah Jay!
How Harley had managed to forget about the man she'd just had sex with was something she would have to work out later.
Wait, they did have sex right?
If you mean penis into vagina ... then yeah.
Well, that wasn't really certain ...
Was there something else other than his dick that he shoved up your—?
You had sex, just admit it.
She suppressed a moan.
Stupid, stupid Harley—that was her that time.
Wait, morning? How long had she been asleep?
Finally opening her eyes, the blonde found an all too familiar pair of blue eyes staring at hers, the face of the kingpin of Gotham only a hair's width away from hers. She could feel him grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"So, which one of those voices is acting up?" he asked her softly.
Harley paused. She didn't recall telling him anything about her brain companions. Last time he asked a question like that, she let something slip.
With a mischievous smile, she simply blinked innocently. "Voices?" she echoed.
His hand came up to cup her head, stroking her jaw line. "Better question is; which Harley am I talking to right now?"
Harley froze at this question. What did he mean, which one?
That was it!
Not only did this person completely screw up her robbery, he dragged her away from the scene … and had his way with her.
Like you were complaining?
Harley was mad, and she was not going to let that slide! All of the events of the previous evening came back to her as she became aware of how sore her body was. Her limbs ached all over, and she could feel the bruises and scabs forming where her skin had been broken.
She wouldn't be able to dance for a week!
That is … if we ever dance again … oh yeah, are you still trying to get out of here?
Harley concealed her irritation in a sly smile.
She wanted answers!
Wrapping her legs around his torso, Harley jabbed a finger in a spot on his spine. As soon as she felt his arms go limp for a split second, she took the opportunity to strike. Once she was sitting upright, she planted her knee directly at his throat and made sure to put her full weight on his upper chest.
If the weight wasn't enough to keep him still, no air in his lungs would help.
She was only too disappointed to see the clown laughing his head off. "Regular Harley then," he muttered.
Maintaining her sweet persona, her eyes glistened at him from her position. The least she could do was have some fun.
"There's only one Harley …" she sang at him, reaching her arms above her to stretch.
She was completely aware that the only thing covering her modesty was a thin veil of her own hair, and even that was only partial. The faded pink and blue strands were only hanging over her one shoulder from her movement.
Harley made absolute certain to accentuate her bare breasts by arching her back in the process.
If her strength didn't overcome him, she needed some kind of back-up.
As she brought her hands down her waist sensually with a moan, she turned on him to flick her fingers over his nose. "And this Harley is the one who's going to snap your neck if you don't answer some questions … "
To her chagrin, the clown simply brightened at this, coming to attention. "All ears, dearest."
Her face instantly wrinkled, and she glared at him with a growl. "Stop calling me that!"
"What, you don't like 'dearest'?"
"No."
"Honey better?"
"No."
"Sweetheart?"
"No!"
"How about—?"
This time she smacked him, clean across the face. The only reaction was more laughter. Harley growled internally; she was in charge of this situation, darn him! She was the one that held him in the death grip.
Why was he still smiling!
There was another gleam on his face as he turned back to look at her. "Oh … I love when you're feisty—do it again, do it again!" he taunted, taking a bite out of thigh right next to his neck.
Harley flinched at the bite, and moved to hit him again. Only he was still smiling.
Damn it.
He liked it when she hit him.
The threat of pain or death would not work with him.
Pushing him away from her, Harley gravitated over to the edge of the bed, removing all contact from him. She took a brief examination around the room. It was much darker than before, but everything looked like it had before she passed out. There was no day light streaming in through the hallway as it had before to brighten it. The sun was probably set, but she didn't know if that meant it was really late or really early.
It had been about midday when she arrived, right?
Although she was only departed from him for a fraction of a minute, it took almost no time for her to feel a set of warm hands wrap around her stomach. She was pulled firmly back against his rock solid chest, and Harley suppressed a whimper of pain.
Owie …
Mistah Jay was actually being gentle—for him, but Harley was just still so sore.
"Where are you going, hm?" he muttered.
Harley instantly began squirming, smacking at the hands around her waist. "Let go!" she protested, not caring how immature it was sounding.
She didn't feel him smiling, but she was released. Immediately using her newfound freedom to take a defensive stance almost like a predator. However, her bed-mate seemed to like this and took it as initiative. There was a primal light in his eyes as he closed in on her.
To keep the distance between them, Harley placed a foot on his chest to stop his movement, holding onto the bed's foot board to hold her stance.
"Here kitty, kitty …" he purred.
Images of her dream flashed in front of her eyes. The image of him with a large, fluffy mane haloing his face and sharp pointy teeth came and left before she could stop it.
He's the kitty here, not you …
"Not a kitty!" she exclaimed. Harley didn't know who exactly she was talking to, but at that point she didn't think it mattered; all parties needed the same information. She knew she was pouting, and she knew she was whining, but she really didn't care.
Harley was more preoccupied with the figure in front of her.
That very same figure who rose up onto his knees to tower over her, allowing her foot to remain on his chest. She was fully aware of how he could have moved it at any time he wished; he did not want to.
He was toying with her.
He was teasing her, just like a cat with a mouse.
Or a lion with a bunny ...
And he liked it a lot.
Harley did not know if that was such a good thing.
It was then that Harley was bluntly reminded of his state of dress … or in his case, undress. There wasn't a single piece of cloth on his entire form. The form in front of her was nothing less than a sculptured statue of a man. Sleek, chisseled abdomen illuminating the pale marble of living flesh that he labeled as skin. The bold dark lines of all the tattoos all over his body stood out even more.
From the all of the sketchy "HA HA Ha"s etched all over his left forearm and pectoral, to the set of flaming aces adorning his neck, everything seemed so magnificently intense from where she was positioned. The faceless skull wearing the tri-pointed hat on his other shoulder only seemed to laughing at, even more than the toothy grin stretched across his navel. She knew there had been more of those, the smiling lips. But they didn't seem as intimidated as the very word sprawled right across his upper abdominal muscles.
Oh, you could scrub laundry on those …
Like we do laundry …
Harley found her eyes trailing down south, and was so happy that her own leg was in the way to block her view of … that.
But he saw her.
Just as the word said, the "JOKER" was even more pleased that Harley took the moment to scan over his figure. He said nothing, but she could see it in his eyes. Her eyes narrowed on his in defiance; he would not get to her that way.
He refused to draw attention to it though, allowing her to wallow in her fury. "No?" he echoed, feigning disappointment at her admission. "Not a kitty? What would you prefer, then? Bambi, puppy or how about—?"
Harley cut him out with an exasperated "GAH!" before she kicked him in the abdomen and jumped off the bed in a rolling motion.
There was no way she'd keep giving him what he wanted!
Only as Harley felt her feet land on the floor, she felt a yelp fall out of her mouth as she began to fall down sideways. With a bang and a crash, she gripped a hold of the only thing within reach. The side table fell over with her, thankfully it took a majority of the blow from the fall before she landed awkwardly entirely on her arm.
Seeing a swift movement behind her, Harley felt the lights from above slowly come on. As soon as she could see, she realized that she hadn't even tripped over anything. What the hell … ?
Your legs just gave out, sweetie.
It was a fun night …
All she could hear behind her was laughter as she lifted her face from the plush carpet. "Will you just shut up?!" she snapped over her shoulder.
The green-haired god of figure sat up in all his naked glory, completely at ease with his state of undress as he came over to her. Harley did her best to hide her blush at seeing the full frontal nudity of the man before her.
And in particularly, that organ that was just laying there between his legs. She turned away from him to hide her blush with her hair.
You had sex with him, and you're embarrassed about that?
I didn't have to look at it …
Surprisingly, the only thing that came to her mind at first was the fact that he was completely hairless from the waist down. Somehow, she'd pictured that bright green hair down there around …
What shall we name it? Little "Jay"?
Hey … what part of "Little Jay" is little, hm?
The only thing she could see was his feet standing next to her form, but by his shadow he cast she could see him crossing his arms over his broad chest, cocking his head to the side. "Need help down there?"
She refused to look at him, refused to acknowledge him.
She did not need him!
No she did not.
No debating that …
Such a strong difference between "need" and "want" …
Restraining a growl, she litterally felt like biting down on the carpet fibers beneath her.
Although she was still face-down on the floor, she felt that it was more dignified than her alternative. His state of undress reminded her of her own—or at least what was left of it. What remained of her fishnets were still firmly on her legs, as were her studded over-the-knee socks. So at least she was somewhat covered, even if her body was twisted awkwardly on the ground.
As she pulled her arms out from under her, she found the fingerless gloves up her arms still on as well. They were absolutely filthy and in tatters, but still there.
Attempting to push herself up with her upper body, she was heard an all too familiar cackling coming down closer to her level. "I can't help if you don't ask …" she heard taunting in her ear.
She swatted at him with her hand, only to feel her face slam into the floor again. The Joker nimbly moved out of the way, completely unfazed by their activities. It was completely unfair! Even then, she could feel the strain against her body from just laying there. Her nipple ached as it brushed up against the carpet—the one he had … bitten.
Her insides quivered.
No. No. No!
"I don't want your help!" she bit out, refusing to look at him as she willed her legs to move again.
"Oh no?" he asked. She felt soft fingertips start to trail up the back of her leg, beginning at the very base of her ankle and tracing its way up.
Harley resisted a shiver, feeling her skin begin to tingle.
"No, I do not!" she gritted as she finally figured out how to shimmy herself just slightly.
With one swift movement, he simply laid himself down next to her, only he positioned himself on his side like he was posing for one of those ancient Greek statues. He held his torso up with his elbow underneath him. She was deliberately avoiding looking at him, but it was pretty hard seeing as there was a painfully obvious limb of his dangling so carelessly next to her.
It seemed that almost every aspect of his body was made with one design feature; direct all eyes directly to his masculinity. Even the way the dip in the muscles outlining his lower abdomen were pointed downwards in an inverted point, a point that was the very thing that defined him as male.
Well, one of the things, anyway.
That was inside you last night …
I know!
Well … it could have been last night—we still don't know what time it is.
I know!
The tool that he had used to brand a red hot impression inside her body was just so damned intimidating. She had taken plenty of anatomy classes in the past, so she knew what the "standard" was when it came to the male form.
The Joker was not standard … in any regard.
The shaft itself was a good few inches thick, and that was even before it was the full size. Inwardly, Harley couldn't help but note how beautifully sculpted it was. Without a single blemish or disfiguration, it almost looked like it was too perfect to be real.
Despite her attempts to move away from his touch, she felt his fingers press down on he back of her thigh to hold her down. She was stopped dead without consent, and she let out a groan.
She didn't hold back her groan this time, seeing as it wasn't out of pleasure, it was out of annoyance. Burying her face into the carpet, that was actually very refreshingly clean, she smacked her hand against the floor repeatedly, muttering to herself.
Harley was pretty sure the words "damned", "infuriating", and "clown" escaped the muffled scream she said into the floor.
She just didn't care anymore.
All she wanted was to rob a bank—was that so hard to ask for?
"Hm, Harley dearest?" he prompted. "I didn't hear that."
His fingers skipped over the firm skin of her rear end and landed on the small of her back. When she realized a majority of her movements were next to hopeless with him doing that, she let out an exasperated sigh and smacked the floor.
"What are you doing?" she moaned in annoyance.
"What's it feel like?" he teased, his hands simply trailing up her spine some more to reach her shoulder blades and then neck.
Feels like heaven, that's what!
"Okay, why are you doing that?"
She felt him lean over, his weight resting against hers as he dropped an open-mouthed kiss onto her neck. "I'm trying to distract you," he almost sang into her skin.
"Can't you find someone else to irritate?" she snapped, lifting her head up for a second before burying her face into her arms.
She felt him clasp the side of her waist, and the next thing she knew she was facing the ceiling, arms falling around her head. "Now Harley, why would I do that?" asked the figure that loomed above her.
Harley felt him bury his face into her shoulder, and he said absolutely nothing as he began sucking on it. It took all of her energry not to let out all the noises that were attempting to come out of her throat.
She really did want to start purring like a kitten.
You aren't a kitten though.
Yeah, you're that other thing …with the floppy ears.
She could do nothing but stare at that way too tall of ceiling above her, that and that very pretty excuse for a window …
All she could hear were the animal like sounds that escaped his throat radiating through her ear as he devoured her skin. Harley attempted to push him away, but she realize that the sudden movement onto her back had started to take its tole—she was a tad dizzy.
Too tired to fight him, Harley felt her head fall back onto the carpet. He held a firm grip on her as his attentions were trailed downwards to her breasts.
Well, that's what you get for shaking them in front of him …
Harley felt herself suppress a moan. He was sucking so gently … This was the one that he had bitten not too long ago. A nice scab was adorning it and making it swollen and painful. But instead of making it worse, he simply lapped at it like his ministrations would heal it. His tongue rough against her sensitive skin, and Harley had to hold onto him tightly when he pulled the entire thing into his mouth. While his lips sucked, the tip of is tongue made circles and figure eights around it, all awhile his teeth tickling the skin around he outside.
This time, she couldn't help the lovely sigh that came from her lips.
You were escaping … ?
I was?
The Joker didn't even bother putting his weight down on her, knowing that there was no way she could move even if she wanted to. In fact, he even pulled her back away from the floor as he simply slid her into his embrace. Her entire front was pressed into him, his head buried in her chest as they laid almost sideways on the carpet.
His lips pulled away from her tight nub and found its way to the other one.
Harley felt her eyes go back in her head.
And she thought she was dizzy before?
She him pull her legs possessively around his waist. For the sake of stabling herself and not falling over, she had no choice but to lock her ankles together. While his hand that was positioned beneath them came up to cup the very top of her thigh, the dip in her skin where leg ended and her rear began. She felt her muscles inside flexing in anticipation.
Her body still wanted him …
His other hand was still wrapped around her waist, remaining at the small of her back for the longest time. Only, his fingers then began to crawl over her skin like a spider as they finally came in contact with her backside. He squeezed down immediately, not even trying to resist being harsh.
Harley felt herself suck in a breath when she felt his fingers delicately inch its way down even further.
Oh no …
Oh yes, yes, YES!
Ducking down even further between her thighs, those agile digits finally found their prize. And that happened to be the still very tender folds of her core. All he did was run his fingers round and round the outter lips, and she could already feel the hot liquid lathering up inside.
He used two of those agile extremities to harshly pass through her heavenly gates. He did to so suddenly, that Harley felt herself nearly shriek as her hips bucked into his hand. He received absolutely no resistance once inside.
Oh, that felt so good …
This time, she did not try to restrain the mewing that trickled out of her lips.
She felt blood rush directly to her nether region, enflaming the skin in heat and moisture. He deliberately avoided her most sensitive little nub, making sure to very slowly slide in and out of the pale flesh. With every deep stroke, he accompanied it with a gentler one that curled up towards her center. He steadily grew faster and bolder. Her body reacted to it positively, letting out enough hot nectar to take away almost any resistance that was left.
Her eyes were heavy as she clung to his back, shaky fingers digging into his flesh. This only seemed to encourage him, because he immediately released her neck and began trailing up her jaw.
"Not a kitten, hm?" he whispered as his mouth got closer to her mouth. "Not a kitten indeed …"
Harley was the one to initiate the kiss this time, wrapping her hands around his shoulders. Completely taking control of the situation, she used what was left of her strength to push him back onto the floor on his back so that she could climb over him. Her lips covered his own and she instantly began to nip and pry at them for entrance. She wanted to taste him again.
"Patience …" he scolded into her mouth.
Only he pulled his lips away, and his fingers became completely still. She whimpered at the lack of attention, attempting to kiss him again.
His free hand came up to place a finger on her lips. "Ah ah," he tisked. "Harley has been a bad girl …"
She pouted her frown as she let out a small tantrum. "I have not …!" she whined.
"Yes you have, babydoll," he whispered, eyes gleaming.
Harley squirmed against his hand. She whined and mewled when he refused to yield to her. Legs on either side of him, she bent them even more as she opened herself up to him. She pressed down into his hand, bucking her hips so as to feel him even further inside of her. "You're being mean …" she protested.
Only he pulled his fingers from her center, and she instantly missed the warm contact; she felt completely hollow without him there.
She shook her head violently, burying her head into his shoulder. "No, I want more!"
"That's not how we get what we want, baby," he instructed in a growl, curling his other hand around her hip. "No crying, no pouting."
Looking up to his eyes, she was suddenly determined. "But I—"
"If Harley wants more, she has to ask …" he instructed, keeping eye contact.
Ask?
Was that it?
"Can you—?"
Only he cut her off with a fierce glare. "No," he said, and Harley suddenly felt his tone become dark. It wasn't as playful as before.
She looked down at him with confusion.
He said ask.
Had she not done that?
"You say … "Please"," he finally instructed.
Harley finally found her eyes caught up with his. "… please?" she whimpered at him from behind a heavy lip.
"Please … who?"
"Please Mistah Jay …"
"Please Mistah Jay … what?" he whispered, chest heaving as his face came closer to hers. "What does Harley want from Mistah Jay?"
That was a good question.
What did she want?
You want him to keep f**king you, little you idiot!
The words came out of her mouth before she could fathom their intensity. "Harley wants Mistah Jay to touch her," she said breathlessly. "Pretty, pretty please."
The darkness in his eyes intensified, and she realized how much more the warmth inside of her was pooling when she was caught in his gaze.
"See, now, was that so hard … ?"
Harley felt her world turn around completely as she found herself on her back again, her legs still caught around the waist of the man above her as he slid his hands into the crooks of her knees so he could pull her legs apart and position himself between them.
It took Harley absolutely no time to realize the change, notice the pulsating engorged flesh that was prodding at her entrance. She let out a sigh of relief and a giggle as she clung tighter to him. "Pretty, pretty, pretty please," she babbled incoherently.
Only he seemed to hear her beckoning, as she felt such a terrible heat scorching her entrance. This time she could look down to where they met to see what was "knocking" at her door. It was so big, so much bigger than just a few moments ago. Everything about him was extreme, from his size to the speed in which he was able to present his stimulation.
That was for her.
That was for her …
Yes ... that's for yo—mother of all things holy!
He was not gentle as he invaded her, coming in so swiftly that she barely had time to collect her breath so she could let out a terrible cry. She didn't know if she was in pain, but she did know it felt so very good. It felt even better than before. Although he did it so quickly, he did take a moment to pause as soon as he was completely inside. He filled her up so much she could feel him pushing against her very stomach, a prominent bulge forming there.
It had been so wonderful that she couldn't help but close her eyes when she started to spasm with pleasure. She could barely see him above her her eyes would not remain still, but she did notice how he closed his eyes deeply for a split second and let out a growl that was completely inhuman.
Dropping her legs, he fiercely took a hold of the floor beside of her as he began to move. His inward thrusting was met by a cry each time it hit her deepest darkness, followed by a whimper as soon as he pulled away. Her noises were only amplified and intensified when they clashed with the brutishly untamed howls that he was producing. They were only hushed just a fraction when she felt his lips descend down upon hers.
His tongue savagely tore apart the inside of her mouth, and all she could think as she was just about choking on the warm wet appendage was how much she wanted it inside further. The sounds that she groaned into him were only even more exaggerated had how harshly he was sucking.
It felt like he was sucking the life force out of her.
As much energy as he took from her body, it was only replaced with the completely and total elation that was the clouds inside her brain. There was no way she was on the planet anymore. She had to be flying.
The movement was much too intense, to harsh. Bucking back and forth between them, the amount of carnal force between them enough to break bones or rip flesh. And that was exactly what happened when she found her her hands digging into his back, finding absolutely nothing else to hold onto.
His movements became slower as she felt her breath hitch. She was getting closer, she could feel it. This time, he was drawing it out longer.
He was teasing her again.
All she could do was giggle.
Yes please.
That had been her that time.
Harley wanted to brace herself for the wave that was about to hit her. However, she never had time. The moment she thought of it, she felt her body begin to shiver and shake. It was coming faster than she had anticipated.
She pulled her mouth from his as she realized how her teeth would clench. Every single muscle inside her body tensed up and trembled, and she could almost see every nerve in her body lighting up from how overly stimulated they were becoming.
The howls that pierced through the the room only started to make her voice harsh as soon as she felt that one, last, deep … horrific push.
She felt teeth digging into her shoulder as that sharp, biting heat penetrated every crevice of her insides, permanently burning a signature into her.
Harley felt herself wheezing rapidly as her body collapsed on itself onto the floor. Her head was stretched out behind her as she noticed how much the furniture was dancing in her line of vision.
She felt the warmth slide out of her insides and she instantly was made aware of the other shallow breaths heaving along with her own. A steady hand came up to cup her face and turn it towards the figure that loomed above her.
As she blinked up at him, she could see a large green halo shining from above him. She giggled as she attempted to chase it with her hand.
"Lion …" she babbled.
His voice was raspy in her ear, but as charismatic as ever. "Lion?"
She bit her lip as she nodded enthusiastically. "Hm-hm—my big lion …"
"Oh, Mistah Jay is the lion, hm?"
Her nose wrinkled as she felt something tickling her nose. "Lion … king of jungle …"
"That's right," he agreed thoroughly. "So what is Harley?"
Stretching her arms over her head, she realized how sleepy she was when she responded. "Bunny rabbit," she answered as she gestured to her nonexistent pigtails. "Can't you see the ears?"
There was nibbling on the edges of her mouth as she heard a reply. "Bunny, hm?"
"Yep, bunny."
As Harley attempted to blink the clouds out of her head, she heard him reply, "Maybe now, my little Harlequin … but we shall have see what I can turn you into. 'Cause I wanna hear you roar for me …"
Roar … ?
Why roar, she wondered?
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"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever." ―Mahatma Gandhi
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There was one person who knew everything that happened the night of the fire … that fire that provoked Harley the very first time.
That was the same person that never allowed Harley out again, the one who locked her away for a very long time.
But not out of fearing Harley, but fearing something else entirely.
Harleen was the only one allowed after that "traumatic" incident. Harleen stayed as far away from other people as humanly possible, and this person made sure of it until their dying breath. Harley couldn't hurt anyone if there was no one to hurt.
When Dina Quinzel begged tearfully, her daughter agreed to be "Harleen" from there on out. That was because she knew that if anyone found out, they would take her away from her mother.
They would lock her mother away and hurt her again.
All Harley would see of her was the frail, lifeless entity from the opposite side of a door. She would be an entity that had once been ambitious young woman, an exceptionally talented actress. She had been such a brave a young woman too, brave enough to run away from her wealthy and overly controlling parents.
Brave enough to elope with a man forbidden to her, and was just as equally dangerous to her health.
Dina had been the same woman who drifted in and out of rehab with the same husband that would die of an overdose only weeks before discovering that he would be a father. She was a woman that was heartbroken when her parents refused to let their nineteen-year-old daughter inside from the rain when she was eight months pregnant, freshly released from prison for "killing" her dealer in an intoxicated rage.
Harleen was the only thing that Dina loved, the only thing she had left in the world.
To keep her near, her mother was slowly killing herself from the excruciating work and abuse from those supposed to be protecting her. Harleen, the pale ghost of a little girl that Dina shielded from the rest of humanity, was the only thing that was left in her world.
But Dina had a daughter that was also ... quite unruly.
Harley fought for control.
Harley emerged many times.
Harley killed many times.
And Harley won against Dina.
Dina covered for Harley, telling others that she was behind all the acts of violence and that she was intoxicated again. Even if she had been sober for years, she would still confess to it.
Each and every time Harley came out, Dina would be placed in a cage and baited like a wounded animal. They pumped her full of chemicals, and left her a sobbing mess in the corner. Harleen was left to watch. It did not matter that she wanted to hug her mother. They would not let her.
But Harley was eventually silenced … for quite a long time.
All it took was seeing her mother smile at her so softly, her arm outstretched towards her daughter, as the life slowly faded from Dina's eyes.
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"Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn't roar?" – Friedrich Schiller, Die Verschwörung des Fiesco zu Genua
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"Are you going to give me an explanation?"
Sigh.
"Hm … nope."
Pause.
"I told you that I would stay out of your way, Ms. Quinn, but I also told you that you needed to remain low profile."
"I am remaining low profile."
"'Pratts Found Butchered in Their Home'?"
Laugh.
"My name was nowhere near that newspaper article."
"Your name was not, but you were."
"That's something only you can see, boss lady."
Pause.
"They were beaten to death—hearts were painted with their blood all over their home. Did you really think you could hide this from me?"
Giggle.
"I wasn't trying to hide it. Consider it an audition. Do you like what you're paying for?"
"On the contrary, I'm beginning to reconsider our terms. You did this against orders."
Laugh.
"This is not funny, Ms. Quinn."
"Yes it is. You were the one complaining about funding; I just gave you more money than even you know what to do with—as unlikely as that sounds."
"The Pratts' money?"
"Well, it's your money now. Seeing as that the old fuddy-duddies had only one heir, all of that dough goes right to the state—which is you in this case."
"If there is an heir, then why would they give up this much money?"
"That "heir" is none other than someone whose identity you erased a few months ago."
Pause.
"Their granddaughter … who had the pleasure of playing with them one last time."
Giggle.
Glare.
"Come on, did you really not know about them?"
Pause
"I did."
"Of course you did. You know everything. But …?"
"I was not aware that you even knew who they were. The Pratts disowned their daughter before her death."
"But not their granddaughter … they forgot her."
Pause.
"You're welcome, boss lady."
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(Author's Note: Thank you for all your kind words. I cannot express how truly dear your reviews are to me, nor can I explain how much they push me forward.
I apologize for the delay in updating, but as many of you are aware, life gets in all of our ways. I realize this one is a little shorter than the last, but I can assure you I added many things for "fillers" so to speak. The fillers for me might just simply be a lot of HxJ smut, but I see no one complaining about that ...
I do hope to keep going with this one for a little while, although I cannot guarantee weekly postings. I wish to make sure my chapters are all of the same quality, so I take longer sometimes. I will update as often as I can however.
Your feedback has been quite helpful with this chapter, and I can only humbly ask for more about this one. I have my own plans in store, however I am never afraid of more options. How about in addition to telling me what you liked about this chapter, you also give me suggestions for what you may like to see in the future? I cannot make guarantees, but I will read all of them and take them into consideration. Although, I must warn you that this is from Harley's prospective, so you probably will not be getting Mistah Jay's point-of-view, unless it really calls for it.
Please note, although I plan for these two to be hitting the sheets more than a few times, I will be getting these two out of the bedroom in the immediate future, so try coming up with something outside of that topic. The scene here was not planned, but as is life.
I left a few unanswered questions in this chapter, like I will with many. If you guess correctly to them, I will confirm them for you. As for what those questions are, well ... he he he.)
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