To be honest, I've done with this for about a week, I just wanted to watch you guys suffer. I'm evil, I know. Hope you enjoy...I know I did. *wink wink*

Chapter 5

The two of them sat there in silence. Harleen saw the strap fall and her heart immediately dropped. "Oh, fuck my life!" she thought. A smile started to creep onto The Joker's face. She slowly slipped her heels off because she had the strange feeling that she was going to have to run soon.

"Well, well would you look at that," The Joker said. Slowly, he shrugged the jacket off.

"Would it be too much to ask you to put your straitjacket back on?" Harleen asked, softly. The Joker chuckled and stretched out his arms. "Why? Are you scared?" He asked.

"Not really," she lied.

Suddenly, The Joker stood up and shouted, "Liar!" Harleen immediately stood up with him.

"What I think is, Harleeeen," he started to slowly walking towards her and she started to walk away from him, "That you are terrified."

"And what, Mr. Joker, do I have to be terrified of?" she asked. She was now on the other side of her desk.

"What I'm going to do to you. You don't want to die, do you Dr. Quinzel?"

Harleen bolted for the door as fast as she could but somehow strong arms stopped her. Immediately, she started fighting him.

"Let me go!" she yelled. The Joker picked her up over his shoulder and carried her back to the desk. It was as if her struggle was meaningless and it was. He would never let her go.

He sat her on her desk and nestled himself between her legs.

"Come on, Dr. Quinzel, answer the question. Do you want to die?" he asked. Harleen's fist connected with his jaw. He only laughed and pinned her arms down. Tears started sliding down Harleen's face.

"Answer the question, Doctor."

Finally, Harleen gave up. "Please don't kill me," she begged, slumping over and resting her forehead on his chest.

The Joker rested his chin on the top of her head and said, "Oh, sweet face, I'm not gonna kill you," he grabbed her ponytail and yanked it, making her look at him, "I'm just gonna make you scream."

Before Harleen knew what was going on, his mouth covered hers forcefully. He didn't waste any time thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Harleen was frozen with emotion. She was scared, confused and most of all, turned on. She had never been more aroused in her life. The feeling of having him pressed against her and the taste of his tongue was intoxicating. Soon, her tongue start wrestling with his, causing him to growl into her mouth. He let go of her hands and started to slowly creep his way up her skirt until he reached her-

"Oh shit," he thought. She really wasn't wearing any panties. When his hand came in contact with her lady bits, Harleen was brought back to reality.

She used all the strength she had and pushed him away from her.

"Mr. Joker, we have to stop," she said, wiping her mouth and closing her legs.

"Oh, Harley, I'm just getting started." He reopened her legs as he pushed her in her back. Before Harleen could do anything, his mouth connected with her cunt and she let out a soft gasp. She immediately began to grip the side of her desk. She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood.

The Joker's enter two fingers inside and as he sucked hard on her clit. Harleen couldn't hold back anymore and yelled, "Oh fuck!"

The Joker hummed against her in approval. He was harder than ice but he did his best to subside it. Harleen withering in pleasure from his mouth was enough for him for now. It didn't take long before the coil in Harleen's groin started to tighten and The Joker was relentless. The pleasure was starting to overwhelm her sense so much that she felt faint.

"P-Please, s-stop. T-too much," Harleen started pleading as she tried to push his head away from her, but he stayed put. Instead, he pulled her closer and wrapped her legs around his neck. He curled his fingers and Harleen saw white. She didn't care how loud she was anymore as she convulsed against her desk.

Slowly, she started to come down for the clouds and her breathing started to steady. The Joker stood up and suck her juices off his fingers one by one. He smiled to himself as he saw Harleen looking dazed from his assault. Her pale skin was flushed and had a single tear stain down her cheek. He pulled her up towards his body and held her face in his hands.

"I told you to watch that smart mouth of yours, Harley," he gave her a quick kiss before going to pick up the straitjacket.

"Can you come help me put this on, wouldn't want the guard to get suspicious?" he asked but Harleen remained in her dazed state, "Doctor!"

Harleen snapped out of it and said, "Huh?"

"Can you help me with my straitjacket?" he asked again.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She hopped off her desk and her weak knees almost made her fall.

"You okay, Doc?" The Joker asked, amused.

"Shut up," Harleen mumbled as she strapped him in.

"And she's back," The Joker laughed. Harleen scowled at him before go to open the door to her office.

"I'm done for the day," she said to the guard, who happened to be The Joker's employee, before leaving. The guard looked at The Joker surprised.

"What did you do to her?" he asked.

"Let's just say the Good Doctor will have a lot to think about tonight," The Joker laughed.

Harleen sat in her car for a good 30 minutes, thinking. She had never been more confused in her life.

"I seriously just let a psychotic clown eat my soul out," she thought. She tried to ignore the throbbing of her sex as she relived the moment in her head. She knew that she was doomed but she wanted to forget that it ever happened.

Suddenly, she heard a knock at her car window that brought her out of her thoughts. She looked and saw her father, Frank Quinzel, and rolled down the window.

"Hey Pop," she said.

"What you doing out here in the cold, baby girl, come inside before you get sick," he said.

Harleen gathered her stuff and got out of the car and the two of them walked into Frank's apartment.

"So what made you decide to visit your dear old Pop?" Frank asked as they sat on the couch.

Harleen sighed and said, "Just wanted to hang out with my favorite Pop."

"Well, you pick the right time, I'm about to watch the game, you want to put some money on it? I could use a new TV," he said.

Harleen rolled her eyes and laughed, "You won't be saying that when you pay for my next hair appointment, old man."

For those few hours with her dad, Harleen almost forgot about earlier. Almost.

I'm not that experience with writing smut but I think I did a good job. You tell me. See you soon. Smooches