I DONT OWNZ THE BATMAN CREW...Thats Chris Nolan and DC Comics.

It had all started with that confrontation several weeks ago, Harleen remembered. She knew that who she was becoming was not the same woman who had entered Arkham. She found that when she passed a mirror, she was not looking at a psychiatrist, but a poorly drawn caricature. It was her day off, but she longed to be at Arkham, alone with the Joker. Having a day off was not something that Harleen had ever really looked forward to, even before him. She did not have many friends, forsaking them for a quicker route through college. She did like to swim and was quite good at gymnastics but they were really exercises that she went through to relieve her mind from the emptiness in her life. It was Saturday and though she could not honestly call herself Harleen that is who she checked in as as she entered the gym.

Routine, always her life had consisted of concise measured steps. There was no interrruption in any course of Harleen's life that could not be properly categorized, filed, and put away. Her family was a strict one of old Catholic origin and she was brought up to be mannerly and rule abiding. As she deftly hoisted up another weight she realized that this woman, Harleen Quinzel, was not going to be going by the book much longer.

After another repition she retired to an empty aerobic room and began arranging the mats. She came here every Saturday and sometimes the staff would stay to watch her routine. Today, however, most of them had other things that required their expertise and she was left to her own devices. She did a a forawrd roll, sprung onto her hands and did a handstand. She twirled onto one hand and then held it out maintaining her balance. A few moments and she lowered one leg downand the other, a slow cartwheel, a backward roll, backflip one handed, running faster now...a giggle? She was sweating and almost stumbled as another giggle escaped her lips. She fell onto her butt and found herself nearly going hysterical with laughter. Her hand, still clinging to the desires of a more rational woman, clapped over her mouth. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes as let herself lay down on the mat.

And then she let loose another hysterical laugh that absolutely terrified her.

The grocery store, a perfect place to be civil, Harlee-Harley thought. She reached for a cart and pushed it inside. Tan and orange was the theme of the store and she found that it comforted her. Perhaps, heading here had been a good idea. After the incident she had gone to the locker rooms, taken her shower, changed and sat in her car. She made no motion to start said car but instead replayed the moment in the aerobics room over and over in her head. What had been so goddamn funny? She wondered where the sound had come from and when had she ever laughed that way. She shivered as she thought of one particular moment when she had giggled like that. She had waited until awhile sitting their in her chair eyeing him. She wanted to know so badly what made him do what he did. How did he escape reality but snap back to it so easily? He was a god in her small world, completely in control but at the same time reckless and unbound. She wanted to taste freedom like that. That day's conversation had revolved around control. What did it mean to him? Why chaos? What did he have to gain from all the destruction he caused? He licked his lips slowly as she tossed questions his way.

"Chaossss,uh,let's see...I love it. I want the world-uh to see everything as it...really is." He bit his lip lightly and glanced up at her, his grey eyes catching her blue ones. Unspoken words passed between them and she could not help but try to put back away the sessions of before. She had to try to hold onto herself before she became like him.

But what if being like wasn't so bad?

What if she liked it?

"And what is chaos, to you?" He grinned widely knowing that she was trying to forget the previous session, trying to forget how close she had become to letting everthing go. Looking into his eyes she felt as if she were being hunted, as if she were stumbling around in some dark place with no hope of finding the lights. He chuckled lightly his whole body tensing and releasing under the straightjacket like a spring.

"What is chaos to me? Let me think about that..." He swayed from side to side, a snake dancing to hypnotize its prey. "Chaos is freedom. To do, say, think, as you see fit. Don't you want that Harley-girl?"

She did want it. She did want freedom and the way he promised it to her;could it be real?

"Come on Harley what's going on in that...uh head-ah yours?"

"Tell me...do you like..." Her palms were sweaty and her thighs were even more so. Her whole body felt like a molten syrup. She wanted to know so badly what it was like to be wild, to have a feeling like that run through you, to be able to have...him. She pulled her hair tie off and let blond curls swing loosely against her shoulders. She removed the labcoat one button at a time. The gentle silken blouse that bespoke of quiet composure was quietly pulled over her head, revealing pert breasts hidden in a cotton white bra. She glanced up to see if he was watching her, watching her body. He was;in his way. His eyes so cold, offering no warmth; was fixed intently on her own. She trailed light nervous fingers over the buttons of her skirt and heard him gorwl hungrily. A wide grin graced her lips as she danced seductively out of her skirt; panties, skirt and bra followed suit. She walked over to him staring him in the eye as she undid his straightjacket.

"Show me, show me everything."

And he did.

He crooked a finger and beckoned her to lean in. He licked her, in that same spot. He let a languid tongue caress her neck slowly inching ever closer to her collarbone. She said letting her head lean back of its own accord. He stiffened at her sudden change. It seemed he did not like her relaxed. He shoved her roughly to the ground. She briefly wondered how he had gotten this strong, when it had happened. Her head fell against the padded floor with a soft thump but it had not lessened his intent. He grabbed her by the throat squeezing painfully until she could hardly breathe and feel the jagged edges of his nails digging into her. Then he kissed her. Soft, yet dry lips pressed harshly against her own. She opened her mouth in surprise and he took the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. She gurgled trying to take in more breaths but he only squeezed tighter as he brought his knee up in between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head partly from hair deprivation and partly because of the pleasure that was shooting into her. Finally he released her throat and began nipping and licking down her collarbone.

"Joker,"she whispered as laved his tongue under her collarbone.

He rose up and looked down at her. SMACK. Her face whipped to the side and instant pain enveloped the entire left side of her face. A tear rolled down. He took her heart shaped face in his hands and turned her to face him. She nodded, understanding what he wanted from her. He let wandering scarred lips bump and slide to her stomache. She whimpered softly but kept her mouth closed. She blushed because she could already feel that she was incredibly wet;she had been since she walked into the room and heard his voice. She felt scarred lips caress her and she bucked into his mouth. He pinched her hip hard making her breath catch in her throat.

God, his tongue! She wasn't quite sure how tongue could do what his was doing, and that thing with his teeth butshe relished the feeling of his tongue probing inside her. She couldn't help but let her hands thread through his hair silently begging for release. Upon the intimate contact the Joker froze. She tugged harder expecting him to resume his ministrations but instead he got onto his knees and looked aown at her. His hand resumed its position around her throat;he leaned in real close so that she could hear him whisper.

"You don't make any fuckin' moves,uh, got it;not unless I tell you."

"Yes...yes, Mister J."

"Better."

She watched him stand up to remove his jumpsuit, and she watched as her hands went to finger herself. He eyed her coldly but continued to drag the zipper down. She blushed at the harsh look but continued to pump two fingers into herself. She watched as a lithe and evenly muscled frame revealed itself to her. The way he stood, as if he were leaning back, made abs seem more defined. She licked her lips letting loose a moan as she hit her sweet spot. God, how she wanted him. She laid back down as he stalked over to her, her hand pumped faster and she could feel her heart trying to escape her ribs.

"Mistah J..."

He let on foot rub lightly over her left breast caressing the nipple in a teasing manner. She gasped as she inserted another finger into herself struggling to find osme release, but she knew she could find none, not until he took her.

The foot stepped down hard on her stomach until she cried out in pain, tears welled at the corner of her eyes.

"See what your,ah,probleeem is, that,uh,you're too easy Harley-girl! I mean come on!" A swift kick to her side but still she groaned from some modicum of pleasure. She found that despite his kicking her she still wanted more. She didn't care how she got it, but she knew she had to get it.

"I'm too-ughh-I'm easy...I know-uhhhh-but...I still want-"

He pressed his foot down on her pussy and rubbed. She froze and then began to shudder as he moved his foot up and down. She could hardly stop moaning, but this is what he did to her. He made her feel as if every nerve ending were on fire, as if her heart was too big for her chest, as if there weren't enough air in the room. He removed his foot and without thinking she reached out to grab it. He growled and kicked her hand away. "Get on your,uh,knees."

She rolled onto her stomach and then crawled up to him wrapping an arm around his leg. She looked into cold slate grey eyes that showed nothing, save for malice. He grinned widely and she found a small smile of her own forming. She let her hand trail upto his hips letting her eyes catch his. Could she...? He made no motion to stop her and so she took his half erect member into her hands. She had not been in many relationships, never really found a man who awoke any sort of real feeling in her, and so it took her some time to find a rhythm, but despite her irregular rhythm she found that he was whimpering, moaning, in her hands. She licked the tip of his cock; tentatively.

Pain, exploding past her eyes, making everything go black for a few seconds. She fell onto her back, clutching her face in agony, but he was not finished yet. He got onto his knees and grabbed her by the waist laughing hysterically as he did so.

"Fair,uh,warning this,ah, is gonna hurt." And then in one quick thrust he was inside of her, filling her. He was not gentle. He did not say any loving words like old boyfriends had. He bit her left breast harshly as he fucked her. He growled like a beast holding one of her arms above her head as he pulled out and pumped into her again. She felt as if her whole body were hurting but at the same time filled to the brim with pleasure. She wasn't sure if she should feel sickened, ugly...but oh, the things he...

SMACK.

"You...stay here with me,understood?"

She felt him pull out of her, whimpered at the loss. He stood dragging her up by her arm. She winced but moved with him, letting him throw her against the wall. He grabbed her by hair and bit her ear painfully. She whimpered and she could feel the scarred grin stretching across her flesh in a wicked caress. Lifting her legs to fit around his waist he let gravity and the wall impale her on his cock. She cried out at the penetration but he did not let up but instead moved faster inside her. Her head bumped against the padded wall constantly as he sought his release. She felt as if her body and her mind were connected ,both contending with this animal of a man.

"Oh, please, please Mister J!"

He fucked her mercilessly until er toes went numb, until her eyes went wide and unseeing, and all over her painful bruises that ached deliciously as he pumped into her. And ever the mantra,"Oh please, oh please, please, please, ple-"

He used a free hand to squeeze against her throat, again forcing his tongue into her mouth. Blacking out she could fell him explore her mouth, quickening his pace as he practically fucked her into the wall. And then she felt it...sudden wave of pleasure overriding everything, as he let go of her throat a hoarse cry escaped her lips. He pulled out and let her slide to the floor, cumming on her chest in thick spurts. She couldn't move, felt numb and tingly at the same time. She looked up at him through heavy eyes, she grinned, swiped a good amount of the white fluid from her chest and licked her finger closing her eyes as she did so.

"Now Harley, how do you feel."

"I want more."

She remembered him grinning before dragging her by her hair and beginning the whole mad process again.

Finally she turned the key in the ignition letting the car purr to life. She took the usual route home and got there at around five o clock. She lived in a decent part of town so she never really worried about burglars or murderers. She began to unpack the groceries and rested them on the stoop as she fumbled for her keys.

"Hey, you Harleen Quinn, right?"

Harleen whipped her head around seeing a man in a clown mask and a blue jumpsuit. Startled she dropped her purse and began to edge away from the door.

"No, girly look Joker sent me. He says now that he knows he can trust youse...there's some things ya gotta get done. Undastand?"

She smiled and retrieved her keys from the ground.

"Let's talk inside."

A/N Okay...so if you guys are expecting a Harley Quinn similar to the one from the bat comics...that will not happen. I plan on making Harley an increasingly unstable character...well not coocoo for cocoa puffs crazy...but just...hmm well it's kind of hard to explain. she just won't be as silly as you know her from the cartoon/comic. and sorry this chapter took so long...i made it a little lengthy as an apology.