Chapter 2. Why Aren't You Laughing?
"Cover my thoughts in gold I'm your flower watch me unfold...My vulnerability..Letting you consume me" – Alina Baraz. (Unfold)Eight months. Eight bloody months.
It had been eight months since she'd been robbed of her precious jewel.
Eight fucking months.
Wrapping herself up in satin royal purple sheets, she reached over for a purple pillow, it being the closest thing that held her lost jewels scent. Humming loudly to her princess favorite song playing in the background that she had on repeat for the last few days, she inhaled deeply.
She sighed at the erotic thoughts that took place in the sheets that she was currently cuddling as her mind began replaying themselves over vividly. She frowned as her lower regions clenched in want.
Harley was a collected of beautiful things; Diamonds, jewels, handbags, guns, etc. She loved the thrill of collecting rare items, taking pride in owning or stealing them. Every intricate diamond or ruby in her possession was treated like a child, with intricate care, as if the gesture itself brought her great pleasure.
However..
Lately, it seems as though every item had lost some shine, every ruby paled due to dust collecting on the rare objects, signifying negligence to their care. This was something that was out of the ordinary to the usually extremely neat and careful conditions they were usually in.
She was..sad? Angry?
Well, she didn't really know how she felt.
Emotion was something that was foreign to her, warped from the traumatic change in her life, her mind something lost to her years ago. Yes, she was human, but her mind was corrupted to see the world differently, more clearly. Some people would call her insane, others would say she was just lost or broken, just a ghost of her former self searching for the way back.
She felt the old her was a living dead girl, coexisting just to be tamed.
But now..
She'd never felt so alive.
She'd been awaken, shown life in a different perspective, a real one. She learned how to live the life she was blessed with, to not be a piece in a machine of her life, but be the entire machine. She was taught that without pain, pleasure, REAL pleasure, was nonexistent.
She was showed the darkest pleasures the world had to offer, the addicting freedom it dangled before every humans life..It was like the sweetest drug for the highest price.
And she was addicted.
In this world, she ruled.
She was a Queen, a force to be reckoned with, with hells angels on her side. She ruled with an authority of a man, as much as spread fear into the hearts of men in Gotham City with unwavering dominance, but with the sex appeal and looks of a goddess. Her beauty a statement of her transformation, her rebirth.
Her rewards for giving in to the temptation?
The world, at her feet.
The devil himself.
A King, worth living or dying for.
'And a princess..' She bit her lip dejectedly.
Out of everything she acquired, all the diamonds and jewelry and every expensive dream that a woman could possibly ask for, nothing satisfied her at this current moment, the reason simple.
Her most prized possession was gone.
Stolen.
Right from her very hands.
She growled possessively. How dare someone touch what was hers?
To take what rightfully belonged to them?
The only diamond she saw fit for a queen, and she was robbed of it. Her toy, her living gift from hells angel himself. How dare someone disrupt her kingdom, disrupt her happiness?
She wrapped her legs tighter around the pillow and breathed deeply, searching for the warmth that had been void for the last few months, driving her insane. She moaned softly, reminiscing the feel of a body replacing the pillow, long purple hair tickling her nose as she rubbed her face in the crook of a tattooed neck. The soft giggles that would reach her ears, that she would swiftly turn into moans from sensual licks and bites she would aggressively place on a soft jawline.
Biting her lip, her fingers found their destination and she almost gasped at how moist she was.
It was rather sad really, how just a thought or a dream of her missing lover would have her on edge, make her whimper from lack of satisfaction, or upset her completely. Life was a strong drug, but her precious princess was an drug of her own accord.
And Harley was hopelessly addicted.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she began to rub torturously slow circles around her sensitive bud, licking her lips as she thought of the salty taste of her princess' skin, quivering against her lips as Harley took advantage of her sleepy nature.
She couldn't help the moan that escaped her.
Very vividly, the body of her princess spread deliciously in a submissive position decorated her eyelids. Her mind played tricks on her as the familiar dominating smell of her kings cologne flooded her nose, making her wetter. She gasped as she slipped a finger inside of her throbbing womanhood.
It's funny, only they could bring her to this.
To shred her of her control, making her give in to pleasure willingly without care of consequence.
Biting her lip, her pace changed as she lost herself to her minds game, imagining the feel of her kings eyes burning through her soul as he watched his Queen and Princess play, his own manhood throbbing in his hands as we watched the erotic show, made only for his pleasure.
If she didn't know any better, she would swear she heard his dominating growl in her ears.
She quivered as her fingers worked at their own pace, wetting the sheets beneath her.
'If you want daddy to take care of it you know what to do..' She could practically hear him purr in her ears as she imagined it was her princess fingers inside of her instead of her own, torturing her as her lips were caressed open by his throbbing cock.
'Harley, you don't hear daddy talking to you?' Her princess would whisper seductively, knowing Harley couldn't say a thing in her current state, her princess quickening her motions to render Harley speechless, while his cock ruthlessly thrusts deeply in her mouth.
She loved it when the worked against her.
"Ohh please Mistah J.. pretty please?" She all but screamed aloud as the pressure built to a dangerous level while her mind melted the threads of reality and hallucinations. Reality a thing of the past, she gave herself fully to the hallucinations, and for a moment things were as they should.
She felt her high surging. She imagined his piercing eyes, her wicked tongue.
She knew he'd purr dangerously at her words, he took pride in making his girls beg. 'Delicious' he would say, before giving into their pleas, knowing he couldn't keep them starved and wanting for long. She knew her princess would lick her all over, paying rich attention to her aching breasts. She imagined her wet tongue finessing the bud to do her bidding.
She almost exploded as she thought she felt strong cold hands snake tightly around her neck.
"Look. At. Me."
Snapping her eyes open she almost screamed as her eyes met with very real, very angry, ice blue eyes, lidded over with dark lust.
'Oh my god, how long had he been here? Did he..' her mind froze up as she felt his hard member against her now soaked flower, rubbing against it roughly. She tensed as his hands tightened around her neck, significantly telling her she was no longer in her world of pleasure, that this was real, and he was really there.
When had he gotten there?
She knew better than to think this, after all this was his domain. She couldn't hide from him if she wanted to. He knew this house as he knew himself, but more importantly he knew her. She had no idea he'd be home, this time usually being taken up by his meetings with his employers and investors. She usually had this time to herself.
But then again, sneaking up on her was his thing.
He liked being unpredictable, untraceable.
She whimpered as he continued roughly rubbing against her.
Well, no use trying to figure out how did she not hear or feel him get in to bed with her, nor undress.
Now was the time to analyze the situation. She was busted sure, but she knew the trouble she was in, so now she feared what punishment she had in store.
She didn't know if she shivered out of fear or sexual excitement.
She watched him helplessly, eyes locked onto his as he slowed his movements to a torturous pace, his eyes shredding her sanity. He loosened his grip and she gasped, needing the air. He growled dangerously at her
"Puddin! P-Please..I was j-just.." her sentence died as his grip tightened again. Another low growl surfaced, and she couldn't help the hopeless whimpers pouring from her lips when he used his other hand to rub his own circles around her sensitive bud, making her squirm.
"Say it again." He forced out through clenched teeth, and Harley began to wonder if he was torturing himself more than he was her.
She bit her lip, knowing exactly what it was he searched for.
After all, he loved when they begged.
She bit her lip painfully.
"P-please Mr. J..pretty pretty PLEASE!" She blubbered out, angry at how easily she gave in, how he managed to turn her into a puddle without doing anything to her. She screamed when he roughly entered her, no warning, no words.
"Talk to daddy baby, tell me what you feel.." he whispered in her ear as he slammed into her ruthlessly, making her a liquid puddle of broken cries.
"O-oh g-god..I..Mistah J!" her Brooklyn accent oozed out, her cries muffled by his hand on her throat. He grunted as he kept his pace, sliding in and out effortlessly as her walls were soaking wet, her previous self pleasuring the cause of her flowers waterfall.
She was drowning him, and she knew it.
But he knew he was stealing her soul.
His hips jerked wildly now, his control slipping with every other stroke.
"You what!? You didn't hear what the fuck I said? I said.." He trailed off as he stopped her hands from reaching his hair, he knew she was trying to find solace in his soft green tresses against his brutal thrusts.
He knew she loved pulling his hair.
"Tell daddy how you feel.." he quickened his pace when she didn't reply.
He slammed her hands down above her head, using the hand he had around her throat. He used his other hand to grip her thighs painfully, pushing fully inside her again. She screamed, knowing he was leaving bruises with his tight grip. Her eyes fluttered closed as the sound of flesh slapping harshly together filled her ears.
How could she answer him like that?
He was shattering her, possessing her.
He was relentless.
"LOOK AT ME!" He moaned out harshly, making her eyes snap open.
She could tell by the look in his eyes that she had to try, and she had to try fast. Her senses were high and her body tingled deliciously in anticipation for release, release that he would graciously bless her with.
If she only said those few words..
Her need pierced through him from her eyes, and he bit his lip to keep from giving in.
"Please Mistah J! P-please..I need it. Ohh god.. P-pretty please daddy! I'll do whatever you want Puddin! P-please! I can't take it anymore!" She cried hopelessly, her sanity close to breaking. Tears pricked around her eyes as she gazed into his snowy eyes, desire and desperation screaming in its depths.
It was beautiful, and he couldn't hold back any longer if he tried.
Releasing her hands he griped her hips fully, slamming deeper into her than before, touching places that weren't touched before. He knew what she wanted, and he gave it to her. He growled harshly as he felt her sharp nails rake down his back painfully.
"M-MISTAH J!" She screamed loudly in his ear, her Brooklyn accent making his cock twitch inside of her.
"That's it baby.. that's it..Cum for daddy. Let go.." he grunted out.
His own release nearing as he felt her hands snake through his hair, gripping unforgivingly as she screamed out her release, his name being chanted over and over in his ear making him shred that last bit of control he held onto.
He threw his head back and laughed loudly, his hips bucking as she squirted on his dick. Her molten hot juices spurting against his stomach as he rubbed her clit feverishly.
"God Harley.." he bit out as he let go, his hot seed coating her walls violently. She trembled underneath him while her flower squeezed his seed out of him as she pulled him deeper within her. He bit her neck harshly.
"So fucking good.." he mumbled in her neck, fully spent.
She giggled in his ear, the motion making his now flaccid cock slide out of her. He growled, rolling off of her to lay on his side, facing her with an elbow propped up to support his chin.
She knew he was angry.
"So you wanna tell me what all that was about?" He glared at her.
She knew the rules, no playing alone unless he was there to watch. There was to be no pleasure without him, he wanted the pressure built up until he was there to relieve it.
"I.." how could she continue without starting an argument?
He glared at at her and she knew she couldn't lie to him.
"I miss her..and I started thinkin of her..well, of you both a-and I.." she stopped as he saw his eyes darken. She knew the mood was ruined. She whimpered as he sat up abruptly, hopping off the bed as he grabbed his clothes.
She frowned dejectedly.
""I'm sorry puddin..I-I just miss her so much! And I know they're not treating our princess right! It's not fair! She hasn't been away from me this long! Who knows what they are doing to her?! What gives them the right to take what's mine?! What gives.." she was cut off as he wrapped his hands around her throat, no longer sexually as before.
"You mean OURS! You don't think I'm tired of your ass sulking all over the place?! God! You're not the only one who's angry dammit! You don't think I wanna set half of Gotham on fire to smoke her captors out of the hole the cowards are hiding in?! You don't think..." he cut himself off, though they both know what couldn't be said.
He missed her.
Her constant absence was a constant reminder of his failure, his disappointment. Her absence was a dead ringer of a broken promise, his biggest mistake so far.
He was just as hurt as Harley, he felt the same rage of losing something so precious to them both. He was just as confused about his emotions as well as she, and here she was being selfish.
She felt a twinge of guilt.
"I'm sorry puddin..I won't bring it up anymore" she whispered brokenly.
Meeting her tear-filled gaze he relaxed his grip around her throat, his features softening at her heartbroken expression. He hated when she was like this, he loved it when she was happy and full of smiles, laughing at his cruel jokes. He loved seeing his queen happy.
So why wasn't she smiling?
Lately her light had dimmed dramatically, and he frowned as he realized he still couldn't fix it yet.
He hated not pleasing his queen, though fully knowing he was trying his best.
He had searched high and low, surfing the crime world for information of his missing property, killing and interrogating anyone he could get his hands on. He tore through the streets of Gotham in a blinding rage, releasing his anger onto the fearful town as he prowled for answers.
He hasn't been to sleep correctly for months on end, Harley's constant crying and pestering was more than enough to motivate him to over exert himself on his search. He was fueled with blinding hot anger.
No one got away with touching his property.
For months he got nothing. Even in the grimiest parts of the black market, nothing of use came up. No one had any idea what was going on, except for the fact that some of the top 'badasses' were also disappearing without a trace. The Joker knew this was related to his missing property, and he heeded this information with caution.
Someone was making the bad guys disappear, and no one knew why.
Until now.
Frost, his most trusted and loyal henchmen had been sent to scour the rest of Gotham for information, using brutal force as persuasions; Frost was something out of a horror movie, handsome looks, lavish lifestyle, perfect assassin. The Joker could say Johnny Frost gave him a run for his money in the ruthless department, which is why he kept him close. Not only that, but he was skilled and swift with everything he did.
A week after he was sent out, the joker had received a text from frost.
'Returning home boss. Got a treat I think you'll enjoy.' He read the message over and over.
A Simple text, but the joker knew better. He knew frost had found something.
Today was the day he'd be returning to the hideout, and for the first time the Joker was anxious. He knew he'd get the job done, he just didn't think it would take this long.
Cupping her face gently, he thumbed away a tear that escaped her blue orbs that were dancing with sadness, making his stomach churn uncomfortably. He clenched his teeth angrily at how her sadness affected him so much.
"Harls, You think I like seeing my queen upset? It's disrupting the kingdom. Those damn babies haven't stopped howling since last night, and I had to shoot in the air for them to shut up." He grumbled.
She smiled, gushing in the thought of how smart her babies were. They always knew when she was having a bad day. She searched his eyes and only found truth in his words.
"They know you're upset, and even they don't like it. I will make them pay baby, I will make them pay for stealing from my queen. Heads will roll..you have my word." He looked at her seriously.
She relaxed, her tears now gone. How could she forget that it wasn't just her who was robbed, that she wasn't the only one who suffered from their princess' absence. How could she be so selfish? She kissed him softly, her apology thick on her lips.
"I know daddy, I'm just impatient..I miss those luscious lips of hers" she smiled wickedly as he bit his lip at the mention. Their princess was an addictive drug indeed.
And sadly they both suffered from severe withdrawals.
He laughed deeply, smacking her ass as he kissed her back.
"Now daddy has a meeting today, and I don't want any disruption ok doll? Why don't you take the babies out for a stroll, and you can take her Lamborghini out for a drive, just so she can have something to be angry about when she gets back" he smiled inwardly as she laughed, his happy Harley retuning fully.
"She's gonna kick our asses. You know she can tell if anything was touched. Obsessive compulsive ass" Harley was smiling fully now, her hope fully renewed for the moment. Getting up, he watched as she swayed her naked ass purposely as she walked to the bathroom towards the shower.
God, they were going to drive him insane.
Putting his clothes on he glanced at his phone, the LED light flashing as a message dinged onto his screen. He smiled darkly as the word 'Frosty' flashed across the screen of his phone.
*One new message*
"I'm here boss, I made myself at home in the theatre room"
He smiled, hoping the news would ease his jumbled nerves. He didn't wanna have to shoot frost in the leg for wasting his time. Closing the door behind him, he stalked downstairs towards the meeting room, knowing that was were he would find his right hand man.
Glancing up, Frost grunted his acknowledgment towards his boss, eyeing him carefully. The jokers clothes were wrinkled, and his lips were smeared with red. He looked tired, his hair disheveled and his bloodshot eyes danced wildly with annoyance and something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Whatcha got for me Johnny boy?" The joker growled out, his tattooed hand covering his mouth with a intricately drawn smile. Johnny cleared his throat carefully.
"Well boss, it seems like I was right. This wasn't a coincidence. She was taken purposely. The purpose still remains unknown, but I've zeroed in on a possible location"
He watched as the jokers eyes widened, his breathing heavier as the promise of death bled through his eyes.
"It seems that the badder you are, they stamp you with a 'terrorist' charge, then they dump you to this ground zero type spot. It's top secret and heavily guarded. It's supposed to be somewhere deep in the swamps of Louisiana, surrounded by marsh swamps with alligators and shit"
He cringed as his boss cackled loudly, sensing his anger rising, but not at him. He knew this laugh well, it was the promise of painful death of those who dared cross the clown prince of crime. He briefly felt remorse for those who were in the line of his revenge, knowing just how ruthless his boss could truly be.
The City of Gotham world burn at the fiery hands of The Joker, and Johnny Frost would be there with gasoline to feed the flames. He knew his boss would stop at nothing to retrieve what belonged to him, and he knew there would be death and destruction in his wake.
He licked his dry lips in anticipation.
Blood will run in the streets of Gotham, and he would bask in the ambiance. He knew his boss was insane, and his methods may be a bit barbaric, but he didn't care. Life with the joker brought excitement to his life, and he didn't mind a few dead bodies here and there.
"Ohh and another thing boss, the bat may possibly be involved with our brothers of crime disappearing along with your gal. I think they're all being held up at the same place for the same reason. That was all I was I was able to get before.." he trailed off, noticing the joker inching closer.
He cleared his throat.
"Before my..methods became simply too much for the poor sap, and he keeled over." He laughed slightly, as he thought of the man choking on his own blood as he slit his throat slowly.
Glaring at him, the joker laughed harshly.
"You were never the best negotiator frosty boy! You just can't help yourself can't you?! What am I gonna do with you?!" He slapped his shoulders softly, showing his appreciation for his successful work. His joking manor making Frost relax slightly.
"I guess I just can't help myself.. " he smiled wickedly.
He knew he was pushing it, but he had to make sure, so he wouldn't slip up around Harley, so he asked.
"So boss, am I keeping his information to myself? Or.." he trailed off, not wanting to antagonize him.
"Yes. I don't want to get her riled up before I can put a fool proof plan in place, and I don't need her distracting me. She's already driving me insane with her ridiculous sulking, and I don't wanna have to shoot her out of frustration" he snorted, while Frost rolled his eyes.
He knew his boss would never admit it, but he knew her saddened state affected him greatly, in more ways than one. Frost knew that her happiness and safety meant everything to him, which led to Frost being the sole protector of her when they went on heists or to public places. His job was to guard his bosses girls with his life.
They were his bosses most prized and sought after possessions, he entrusted their safety and protection in Frosts hands, and he guarded them with every fiber of his being. The girls held their own special place in Johnny's heart, though he would never admit it.
They were the light to their dark castle, their different but similar personalities illuminated the walls and brought a taste of normalcy to their dark world. They both treated him more of a brother than a worker, and they tolerated no disrespect when it game to his honor. He chuckled remembering the few deaths by their hands over guards getting too lippy with him.
'Frosty the Snowman' was what they would call him, and though he would glare harshly at the childish nickname, he found he missed their antics. He missed the childish way the newest girl would hug him tightly after every heist, thanking him for his protection though they didn't need it, both being heavily skilled in combat and gun control.
He missed their light, Harley's dying out due to her missing half.
This, was simply unacceptable.
He was here to protect them, and he failed miserably.
He clenched his fist in anger. No, this will not do at all.
"Boss.." his voice demanding attention, ringing with determination and formality.
If the joker had eyebrows, they would have lifted in surprise at his tone. Frost rarely got serious with him, for fear of his forever changing mood.
He turned, facing him fully, to show he was listening.
"We will get her back, I'm willing to lay my life on the line. I will not fail you this time." His words rang with the promise of destruction, to which the joker smiled wildly.
He threw his head back harshly, his cackles echoing off the walls of the lavish room.
"And get her back we shall..Even if I have to burn a trail of death through Gotham to get her! Prepare yourself Johnny boy! Bring the car around when you're done" he turned to exit, pausing as Johnny spoke.
"Where ya going boss?" He eyed his boss curiously, as his normal demeanor returned to him. There was a new bounce in his walk, and a newfound strength in his talk.
This was the Joker he was used to, and Johnny couldn't be more happier.
"We, my brother in crime..Are going for a little ride" his tone darkened and his hand tightened around the hilt of his pistol, promising vengeance. He turned and walked away, dismissing the topic.
Frost followed the joker towards the weapons room, grabbing miscellaneous instruments of torture, not knowing what the joker had in mind for this random trip.
Johnny could almost die from the excitement.
It would seem that the time for revenge was here. He welcomed it with open arms.
"Let the games begin"