The master bedroom was large enough to make two bedrooms. It was longer than it was wide and carefully decorated with chic dark-colored furniture and hardwood flooring. In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, covered in throw pillows and on either side of it, end tables with large, clear glass lamps. A huge window stretched across one of the walls revealing a beautiful view of the outdoors. But neither Joker or Harley was paying any attention to the view or room's the interior design.
Joker pushed Harley onto the bed, immediately he was on top of her kissing her hard on the mouth. His make up covered lips pushed hard into her's, so much so that it was painful. But Harley didn't mind. She returned his rough kisses, slipping her tongue into his mouth and running it across the bumpy scar tissue inside. Her hands felt the outsides of the scars as well, feeling every bump and crease that made them up, smearing her fingers with red paint.
Joker's hands could not seem to rest in one spot like Harley Quinn's. He frantically wound them in her hair, pulling out the hair pieces and letting the tangled, uneven hair loose. He felt across her side and positioned one of her legs so that it was easier to touch at the stitches which remained on her thigh. Of course, he could barely feel them due to the thick leather gloves he wore, only the feeling of a hard line across her usually smooth flesh. But he was not about to waste time removing the gloves yet.
Harley's hands slid off of the scars and onto the collar of Mr. J's purple coat. She began to work at removing it when he pushed her hands away. Confused she tried again, he pushed her away, this time holding her hands down as he began kissing down her neck. Hard, fast kisses that made Harley gasp in ecstasy and stained her skin with bright, red lipstick marks.
Joker had just began kissing and exploring Harley's opened mouth again when he suddenly pulled away. He got off of her and walked a few feet from their position on the bed before stopping. Harley still laying there watched Mr. J, confused. He just stood there, his dark eyes shifting around the room unable to focus on one thing. His hand clenching in to fists and the unclothing, almost like an involuntary movement. After a few moments of watching him Harley sat up.
"What's wrong puddin'?" she asked, genuinely concerned about his strange behavior, "Puddin'?" she repeated after he didn't answer her question.
She rose and went to him, wrapping her arms around him from behind and nuzzling against the dark fabric of his trench coat. It did not seem to have any affect on him, Harley moved so that she was facing him and took his twitching hands in her own.
"Mistah J," she tried to get his attention.
Harley moved his hands so that they rested on her waist and then slid her arms around his neck.
She stroked a few strands of hair out of the mix of sweat and white grease paint on his forehead, "Kiss me again," she encouraged him.
With that his eyes met her's, thinking she had successfully distracted Mr. J from whatever it was that had suddenly upset him, she smiled. She was wrong. Joker shoved her off of him, knocking her harshly into one of the end tables by the bed. A large lamp slipped off it's surface and crashed onto the floor shattering into pieces.
Harley Quinn made an attempt to stand again but Mr. J shoved her against the wall, her vision swam from the sudden knock to the head and she slid downwards. Joker straddled her lap and grabbed the sides of her face for a rough kiss. His tongue filled her mouth and slid back her throat making her choke a little. Then he began working at her bottom lip, sucking, pulling and biting down it. It hurt much worse than before, but Harley did her best to remain quite. Obviously Mr. J's mood had changed, and it was no longer and good one. Screaming when he kissed her might only make him madder.
She didn't make a sound until Joker grabbed her hair and jerked her downward onto the glass-covered, wooden floor. The pain became worse when he layedacross her biting her neck. Harleylet out short shrieks and gasps feeling the shards of clear glass being forced into her mostly exposed back. And she found that struggling beneath Mr. J made it worse. She bit her lip, holding back an pained sob and closed her eyes tightly so that no tears could escape. After a few minutes Harley felt Joker sit up again, she still kept her eyes shut until she heard the familiar metallic click of one of Mr. J's many knives. When she opened her eyes it was at her throat, the blade touching her lightly, enough to draw a small amount of blood.
He wouldn't, Harley told herself. She tried to convince herself it was all part of the game, Mr. J would never do more damage than a harmless little scar to his Harley Quinn. He was just playing games with her. Her mind raced frantically. She looked at Joker with pleading blue eyes. He grit his teeth, the red smile painted on his mouth was beginning to fade. Most of it had been wiped on to Harley, exposing the Joker's pale flesh underneath. The scars on one side of his mouth twitched in any angry snarl revealing his stained teeth. Most of them appeared bloody now, whether it was her blood or his mouth bleeding, she did not know. Harley's frightened adrenaline rush prevented her from noticing if she was bleeding.
The knife twitched in Joker's hand scratching slightly at Harley's neck, another line of blood rose to the surface. Suddenly he moved the knife downward, so quickly Harley gasped unsure of which way the blade was headed. Instead of using it to slit her throat he ripped opened her tank top before pulling her roughly up and into a standing position.
The top fell to the floor as she was forced up. He pulled her close, his mouth crashing painfully hard into her.
Harleyfelt somewhat relieved to hear the knife he had been holding fall to the floor. Joker relaxed a little more, the kiss becoming less and less rough until it was almost normal. Harley, pleased with his sudden display of normal affection and assuming the worst was now over, began to kiss back. She brought her arms that had been pinned down by her sides up to caress his scars again.
Obviously he did not want her to do so. Joker pushed her backwards, this time she didn't completely fall. She stumbled for a moment, trying to regain balance and avoid the busted lamp on the floor. But it seemed just as Harley had steadied herself Mr. J hit her, hard.
She fell, but thankfully grabbed a fistful of the comforter on the bed before she went down. Her knees still made contact with the jagged pieces of glass beneath her though. Harley cringed at the pain in her knees only a moment before feeling something dripping down her face. Blood. She brought her hand up to touch it, steadily traveling out of her nose and down her lips. Harley Quinn stared at the red liquid on her finger tips, she could not believe Mr. J hit her that hard.
She stood up, the shards of broken lamp fell out of her bloodied knees and onto the floor again.
Beginning to get mad she asked, "What it wrong with you? Huh?"
He just stared at her in that strange way, like a dog ready to attack. His head tilted to the floor but his dark, piercing eyes facing upwards, watching her.
Harley stood waiting for an answer when Joker ducked behind her. In one hand he grabbed a fistful of her hair and in the other he held a large hunting knife to her throat.
"What's the matter Haaar-ley?" he cooed in her ear, "Am I making you mad?"
Harley noticed something odd about his tone of voice. She had listened to him taunt his victims before, herself included. But this voice seemed unfamiliar, it was not full of confidence or his usual ironic "comforting" tone. The Joker's voice seemed almost... shaky.
"Hmm?" he pulled her closer to him.
He felt hot pressed up against her. She could feel he was unmistakably hard. Harley wondered why he was doing this to her, or to himself for that matter. He clearly wanted her as much as she wanted him right now, why wouldn't he take her?
"Well ya know what makes me mad?"he asked, "Little girls that talk back," he shoved her again.
After Harley fell he picked her back up by the hair and slammed her into the opposite wall. She screamed when he sunk the knife deep into the drywall, just missing her face. He silenced her with yet another hard kiss, this time roughly grabbing her chest as he did.
Harley felt a strange mixture of emotions, she felt scared of him right now, frightened by what he was capable of doing next. She was angry with him for hurting her and yet she wanted him more than ever. Her body betrayed her as it reacted to him groping her, she moaned. The anger and fear faded fast, replaced with her unchanging love for Mr. J and her overwhelming lust. She hated herself for being so easily swayed as they slid down the wall.
On the floor again, Joker tugged of her shorts off. She watched him as he began to remove his several layers of clothing. She thought the sudden burst of violence was finally over now.
His lips repainted with her blood he removed his trench coat, vest, tie and stopped halfway through his shirt buttons before he crashed onto Harley Quinn. More kisses, rough but normal for her "puddin".
She opened her eyes when she felt him move awkwardly on her. While he continued to kiss her, Joker fumbled with his trench coat laying beside them. He pulled out another knife. Harley panicked and tried to free herself, but it was no use. Joker held her down in a forceful kiss.
Then he retracted the small blade and began to decorate her left arm. He didn't not cut that deep, just enough to be painful and leave a ribbon of blood across her delicate arm. Harley gave in, letting him do whatever he wanted.
*pants* Easily the most difficult chapter I've ever written. Sorry it doesn't feel finished, since it was technically all foreplay. I thought I'd leave more to the reader's imagination.
Obviously this is more of Joker struggling with his feelings for Harley. I have no intention of making this a lovey-dovey romance of a fic but I like these scenes with Mr. J. I think Harley brings out a tiny little bit of humanity in him and he hates it.