Chapter Two - Struggle for Control

He had her, he knew he did. He pushed the throttle of the gas on the red & black motorcycle harder as his eyes peered out of his red helmet, night vision locked on to try to find just where Harley had gone. His search had taken him all around the city of Gotham, until finally; he spotted her in an alleyway, stooping down low to tie one of the laces on her red platform boot. The motorcycle gave a cry of protest as Red Hood leapt from the seat to land into the mouth of the alleyway.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked as nearby, his motorcycle finally crashed sideways into a building. Harley's head snapped up as she looked up in shock, seeing Red Hood standing there.

"How did ya get here, when I heard ya & B-Man arguin' back there?" She asked confused as her hand pointed behind her.

"I knew where you went all along," he answered, stepping towards her slowly. She had that look of flight or fight on her face; he could almost taste her fear at being caught. & she was so very close to home, too. "You need to be locked up, Harley." His leather boot clad feet finally brought him to stand in front of her, his helmet tilting down menacingly as he looked at her.

"Ya can't make me go back there, I've been good! Sorta…" Harley answered desperately as she looked up into the empty eyes his hood made. "Please, don't make me go back there. I can't… I can't stand hearin' him anymore."

"That's not your decision," he grinned behind his mask as his hand shot out to grip her arm, just as she flipped herself backwards. She had anticipated the attack. Her boot caught him under his helmet & knocked it up his face a bit, rendering him unable to see. Once she landed on her feet again & saw him reaching for his helmet quickly to fix it, her boot lashed out again, causing him to stumble backwards.

He fell right onto the concrete of the alleyway on his backside, causing the mask to shake loose & roll to the side. Harley took a sharp inhale of breath as she looked over the features of Jason Todd. "You?!" She howled with a cackling laughter, doubling over as she mocked him.

"Shut up," Jason growled as he jumped to his feet & used his sudden movement to grab at Harley. He shoved her back into the wall of the building to her side, pressing his front to hers. "You have to pay for your crimes," he added gruffly as his thigh pressed between hers. She gasped, looking up at him as he twisted her arms back & over her head. But it was her legs that were the dangerous parts of her anatomy. His thighs locked down around one of them, his one foot twisting back around her ankle to leg lock her so she couldn't thrash out at him.

"This is cozy & all, Jay, but I gotta ask. What are ya gonna do now?" Harley asked with a smirk, looking up at him as he looked to the side where his helmet laid, where his communication with Batman was.

He cursed under his breath, putting more of his weight forward on her. "If we have to stay like this all night until someone finds us, we will," Jason answered her, looking back down at the side of her face.

"Sounds like a plan. So tell me, Birdie Boy, what makes ya tick?" Harley asked, her intent to annoy him was obvious just in the way she asked. She didn't try to struggle against him, he had her strengths locked in his leg & she would be stuck like this until he eased up.

"Shut up," he answered her with a huff as his eyes closed & he leaned forward to press his forehead to the cool surface of the concrete he had Harley pushed up against. He could see her looking up at him when he opened his eyes, could see the way she looked at him. What was really starting to get to him was the warmth he felt between her legs, the way her body gave way under his, & the way if he looked down, he could see the small mounds of flesh that made up her breasts inside her corset. He cursed silently under his breath as she wiggled her hips slightly.

She felt the pressure building along the thigh he had wrapped in his legs, causing her to lift one of her eyebrows as she looked up at him. "Are you…"

"Yes, shut up," he responded in a growl, but only heard her cackle in response. He growled again & rolled his blue eyes, pressing his body against hers even tighter. It had been so long since he had felt a woman's body like this; it was only natural that he respond this way. To be mocked by Harley Quinn had driven him over the edge.

He let one of his hands fall from her wrists as he grabbed her chin & tilted her head back to look up at him. All the laughter died from her throat, but he could see it echoing around in her bright, clear blue eyes. He could feel her heart beating heavily in her chest, so tightly pressed against his. & he could feel against his thigh that she was growing hotter between her legs.

"You like this kind of shit, don't you? I forgot, the Jokers fuck puppet," he growled to her softly, seeing her cheeks redden under the white face paint. "That's right, you like to be hurt, punched, beaten, smacked around," Jason laughed down at her, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes. His eyes remained serious, causing Harley's hips to squirm even more, as if she really wanted to get away. He could tell she didn't. He could tell she wanted him, by the way her tongue rolled across her lower lip, & how her hips wiggled, but pressed down into his thigh as well. The way her heart raced the closer he dropped his lips towards hers. He was in complete control over this, & he knew it.

"Jason… what are you doing with Harley?" A voice from the mouth of the alleyway came suddenly, shocking both Harley & Jason. Jason lurched backwards at the sudden appearance of Robin, which gave Harley enough time to shove him backwards farther to stumble back against the wall while she jumped up to grab the lowest rung of the fire escapes ladder above her so she could pull herself up. Before Robin or Jason knew it, Harley had breached the top of the building & had disappeared into the night.

..::*::..

"I had her, & Damian let her get away!" Jason's gloved fist pounded on the desk between himself & Bruce Wayne, who didn't look frazzled or even shocked. He remained cool & collected, looking up at Jason Todd as he sat calmly in his chair, his fingers steeped as he listened.

"That's not how I found them," Damian responded from the corner of the room behind Jason, who responded in a low growl that was thrown over his shoulder.

"Jason, enough," Bruce said, trying to defuse the situation. "Damian, why don't you head to bed? It's getting early." Damian huffed, but moved out of Bruce's large home office. "Jason, Damian said you were getting… intimate with Harley. You know how dangerous that is. It's only a matter of time—"

"Before she & Joker get back together, I know," Jason rolled his eyes. "It wasn't like that, at all."

"Then why weren't you wearing your helmet?" Bruce countered as he stood up, moving around the desk towards Jason.

"I told you, she knocked it off! Look, I'm going to find her. & I'm going to kill her if I have to," Jason retorted, following Bruce with his eyes before he pulled away from the desk & moved towards the large doors. "I don't answer to you anymore, Bruce. Remember that. You didn't have it in you to save me, so don't think I'm returning the favor. I want Joker, dead. & if I have to use her to get it, then I will."

Jason Todd slammed the door of the office behind him closed, causing Bruce Wayne to scowl.

..::*::..

Harley had finally made it back home, after checking, double checking & triple checking to make sure she hadn't been followed by Batman, Jason Todd or Robin. Satisfied that she was not being followed, she climbed in through an opened window & stood up straight, looking around her apartment. It was quiet, even the hyenas didn't rush to meet her.

She moved to flick on a light switch, only to find that the lights weren't working. She scowled, looking around the room she was in, before she felt something hit the back of her head, causing her to sprawl forward to land on the bed.

"Miss me?" She heard a voice, his voice, cackling at her. "Oh, Harley Harley Harley, what am I going to do with my Harls?" She felt the light weight of Joker's body press on top of her back, his hips pushing painfully against her backside. "Leave me to rot inside Arkham; did you think I'd stay in there?" She heard him laugh as she started to struggle underneath of him.

She felt his hand slide up her side as he felt her soft skin, causing it to crawl as she moved to get him off of her. Her hips rolled, & he moved up, only to let her spin underneath of him. She felt his thin, bony fingers knot into her hair above one of the pig tails so he could yank her head back, causing her eyes to open & look up at him. He clucked his tongue as he scowled down at her. "We're going to have to talk about your dress code, Harley," he said in a stern voice as his hand started to roll up her stomach to her side. "You know I don't like anyone looking at you, at what's mine."

"I'm not yours!" Harley was finally able to spit out at him as she began to struggle back harder, only causing Joker to laugh hysterically. The sound of boots pounding on the hardwood floor of her apartment caused both Harley & Joker to still.

"What's this?" Joker asked, before she felt his weight instantly lift off of her. Red Hood had him by the back of the jacket, & was shoving him against the wall.

"Don't touch her," Red Hood said heatedly behind his mask before he slammed Joker back into the wall heavily again. Joker slumped down to the ground, & Jason lifted his hand out to Harley. "Let's go," he commanded her, & Harley didn't hesitate to scramble off of the bed to take Jason's outstretched hand. He pulled her to him & grabbed her around the waist so that he could roll with her in his arms out of her opened bedroom window. Harley could feel the tears stinging at her eyes as she buried her head into Jason's neck, her arms wrapping around his strong ribcage. His arm shot out as they rolled, & he shot off a grappling hook to snap them up into the air & start swinging away through the streets of Gotham.