AN: This chappy contains ADULT material. like...sursly. :D Ye been warned. ;D

Mad Love, Clairemarie

Harleen swayed on her feet as the load bang came again. Her head snapped up at The Joker to see his reaction, as if that was going to confirm anything. He just stood there plainly as if there was no sound at all. Her heart pounded in her chest against the white lab coat she now grasped on to desperately. She didn't understand why her mind wouldn't let her make any movement. It was a knocking at the door. Yes. All she had to do was turn and open it. Yes. But she wasn't able to move her legs. As if the intimate staring contest had paralyzed her. The Joker smiled a coy smile and shifted his weight to move towards her. Still no movement from her legs, just slight trembles. He leaned in close making his face level with hers and cocked his head to the side.

"Eh, you going to get that or am I going to have to be the adult here?" He said in a low, scratchy voice. Harleen shook her head and stepped back. "Uh, I'll..." She started, turning around. She heard him chuckle behind her. The pounding came again, so Harleen ran to the door now. With a giant tug, Harleen pulled the door open. She set a smile on her face as she was now face to face with Sam. "Har...er..., are you alright?" He asked, worry spread across his tanned face.

Harleen shook her head, and looked seductively up into his green eyes. "I'm fine Sam. I can handle one rowdy inmate." She cocked an eyebrow up at his confused expression. "It's just, well, since Dom got hurt and all they called me down here to take care of everything." Sam's hand slowly moved to his gun holstered onto his hip. Harleen could tell he wasn't looking at her anymore but to the unmoving man behind her. She placed a hand on his broad chest. "Sam, really it's fine. I have him under control." She heard a snort behind her followed by a 'I wish'. A shiver ran down her spine.

"It doesn't matter. He's coming with me to solitary." Sam pushed passed Harleen, and pointed at The Joker. "You, come with me now. You didn't think you could injure an officer of the law and get away with it, did you?" Sam said in an indignant tone that irked Harleen. He just sounded so pompous.

Sam grabbed him high in the arm with a tight clenched fist.

The contrast in men was incredible. Sam's big body, built with broad shoulders, and a triangular frame. His tanned skin that was soft to the touch, and his black hair that was cut into a short crop in the back with the front long. He was positively mouth watering. But she could not deny the surge of heat that consumed her body when she looked at The Joker. He was tall and lanky but built with deft muscles. His medium length dark blonde hair hug in curly locks. The tips left reminiscence of a once green dye job. He, up until this moment, repulsed Harleen. At this moment, she didn't even notice the scars. She did notice, however the casual way he stood, slightly hunched. He was, different. Kind of perfect, in his own way.

Harleen shook out of her thoughts when Sam pushed passed her with The Joker now in cuffs. Sam shot her a sympathetic look and Harleen smiled at him with her eyes. "We'll talk after this." Sam said to Harleen with a feigned stern tone.

After the men left the big, cold metal room, Harleen pushed past the remaining guards going straight to her office. Breathing heavily, she ran past Betsey, the large nurse, at the receptionist desk. Flipping through her celebrity gossip rag, Betsey didn't give Harleen a second glance. Harleen's heels clicked loudly as she sprinted down the long hallway to her tiny office.

Finally reaching her door she quickly opened it and slinked inside. Closing the door behind her, Harleen pressed her back up against it's coolness. Her back was burning. In fact it felt like her whole body was on fire. Suddenly memories of last night came rushing back to Harleen. The warmness of Sam, his large hands engulfing her smaller ones, his wonderfully plump lips capturing hers. Remembering how her hands instinctively went up to Sam's large neck. Harleen closed her eyes to steady herself. The moment she closed her eyes, the feeling of Sam's soft, short black hair grew into a longer, curly cut. Her fingers intertwining into the green tipped hair. In her mind Sam's large body became more lanky. Large bulky appendages became more slender, not as soft. She could feel warm breath on her neck where she was holding "Sam's" head. And instead of Sam's smooth deep voice, she heard a scratchy chuckle. "You keep holding me like this, Sugar, and I can't promise I'll keep my hands to myself."

Her heart thumping a rapid thump thump thump, thump thump thump. She then realized the thumping wasn't her heart, is was a slight knocking on her door. Her eyes snapped open and widened as she turned to grasp the knob. Slowly cracking the door open a bit she came face to chest with a shiny badge. "Are you alright?" Sam's smooth voice, whispered. Harleen gasped and snatched Sam's large hand in her own and tugged him into the office.

Sam allowed himself to be tugged by the smaller Harleen. "I just wanted to make sure you were..." Sam was cut off by Harleen covering his mouth with hers.

Her fingers drove themselves up his muscular torso. Sam's breath quickened as he captured her little hands in his. "Harleen, are you sure..." "Shut up." Harleen gasped. As she covered her mouth over his again. This time not waiting for a reaction, she started to unbutton his uniform. Sam stopped restraining him self as he felt her tongue urge it's way past his lips. As she worked the buttons on his shirt he lifted her effortlessly and carried her over to the desk. Her red shoes wrapped around his dark trousered behind. His muscles tensing, as her cool, pale hands slid his shirt down over his tanned, muscular biceps.

Harleen didn't know why she did what she did. Something inside her lost it when she started to picture The Joker in her memories of Sam. She felt wrong for even letting it emerge into her thoughts. But it crept in, he crept in, like a burglar, steeling passionate moments. Why did his dark eyes invade her thoughts. Why did she feel...right... in the moment? She felt as if she needed to clutch onto his curly blonde hair. She needed to lick the smile off his face.

With a wordless command Sam started hiking Harleen's skirt up. The rush of cool air on her legs sent a chill though her, or was it his large hands now roaming their way up her slender thigh? No matter what was causing the chill, she didn't want it to stop. A tight coil started to spin in her lower stomach. Panting, Sam boldly kissed her neck right behind her small ear, then trailed down across her reached down and undid the belt that confided Sam into his pants. The loud clink of his belt made Harleen jump a bit. For the whole time there were no words spoken between the two, just loud breathing and audible shallow swallows. Harleen's pause made Sam pause as well. His hands resting on the backside of her thighs and hers on his large broad chest. Sam's face, close to Harleen's softly spoke into her small ear. "I want to do this. But..." Harleen looked up at Sam's dark features. His dark heavy brow covered a bit by his longish black hair that was now a little damp. She traced his scruffy, squared jaw bone. Then kissed his plump lips.

Harleen squeezed her eyes shut as she kissed Sam. Her mind started to travel away as Sam slipped his hands up Harleen's skirt and slipped her white cotton panties off her white legs. Doing the same thing, Harleen pushed Sam's black boxer shorts off, exposing his tanned perfect ass. She thought about a longer set of legs standing in front of her. The soft touch of Sam's hands turned rough in her mind. Can you feel how hard I am for you? The voice in her head said in a scratchy deep voice. Harleen's hands instinctively moved down and clutched his perfect member. Sam gave a low growl as he scooted Harleen's now naked bottom closer to him on the desk.

The manly noise pushed Harleen even further into her ridiculous thoughts. I'm not going to be gentle, Doll-Face. You're going to come for me. Scream my name, sugar. Sam slowly pushed her legs apart and entered her slowly and gently with another grunt. Harleen wrapped her legs around his bottom to make him go deeper. His powerful body moved in and out of her with ease. "Harder.." Was all that Harleen could squeak out. With the command Sam grabbed her leg and threw it over his shoulder for better access. Now laying her down onto the empty desk Harleen moaned as he went deeper. She wrapped her hands around his thick neck as she matched his movements. Her orgasm started to slink it's way up her thin legs. Sam pumped a little faster as he cupped one of her now exposed breasts. You're going to come for me Doll-Face. Sam's eyes found Harleen's closed eyes. With his large, soft, free hand he traced her bottom lip. "Come." Harleen grunted out of her plump pink lips. "I can't...Uh...Harleen..." Sam moaned as he tried to pull out. Harleen's orgasm exploded as her eyes flew open. She looked into Sam's eyes. Coming back down earth she realized that Sam was holding his orgasm. "Har..." Sam said pained. She let her legs loose a little and he slipped out of her and spilled himself with a loud moan. Their breathing was ragged and sparse. Sam's head rested on Harleen's as they gathered themselves. Harleen smiled as she pushed his damp hair out of his eyes. "That. Was..." Sam gave a big sigh as he smiled and cupped Harleen's face and kissed her forehead lovingly. Sam pulled Harleen up into a sitting position.

Sam slipped on his boxers and buttons his trousers. Harleen sat there watching him. His movements seemed just like his love making, calculated, structured, always planning out his next move. She thought it was funny. Sam bent down and slipped Harleen's legs into her panties and scooted them up her legs. "...thank you..." Harleen said standing up and pulling down her skirt and re-buttoning her blouse. Sam smiled up at her with his sparkling emerald eyes. "I...uh... I want to see you again." Sam said awkwardly buttoning his uniform. "See me?" Harleen asked. Sam started tieing up his dark blue tie. "Uh, yeah. I mean, out of work. On a date...again." Harleen laughed. How could such a large man (in all aspects) be so small? "Sure Sam... I'd love to." She said pulling her long blonde hair back into a tight bun. Sam flashed his striking white teeth. "Awesome! I mean...yeah, cool." Harleen laughed as she watched him having trouble with his tie. "Hey turn around." Harleen said standing behind Sam. Her arms hardly reached around his large frame as she started the tie process. Sam smiled embarrassed. "I usually...never untie this thing. I was never taught how to do this. Heh." "Squat down a little will you?" Harleen said laughing and trying to get around his large shoulders. "Hah..sorry. It's not my fault you're built like a fairy." Sam joked. Harleen slapped his shoulders. "Shut up, and let me do this."

Sam seemed so easy to be around. No shivers. No wobbly legs. No mesmerization. Just easy. "There. Good as new." Harleen said going around Sam to his front to straighten out the dark blue tie with her small white hands. Sam dipped his large finger under her small chin to lift her face to his. "I like you a lot Harleen." Harleen smiled.

She should have felt bad. She should have some remorse for picturing a murderer fucking her while this gorgeous, perfectly sculpted man made love to her. But now looking up into his beautiful eyes she didn't feel bad at all. She just had one of the best orgasms she's ever had in her life. No remorse. "I like you too...Sam." Harleen said turning away from him grabbing her while lab coat and throwing it around herself.

A crackling came from Sam's walkie-talkie. "crrr...Smith! Come in Smith!...crrr" Sam ran and grabbed the device. "Shit!" He exclaimed. "Smith to Walker. WHAT?" Harleen laughed at the sound of his utter annoyance with his colleague. " Uh...me and the boys were wondering if you're getting drinks after shifts over?" Sam rolled his eyes. "...I'm going to kill him." Sam said to Harleen. She smiled and walked over to him. She wrapped her small hand around his large one and pulled the device down bringing his head to hers. She brought her lips to his and said. "Get out of here. I'll see you later." She said smiling then lightly pressing her lips to his. She felt him smile in the kiss. She pulled away and handed him his hat. "...okay..." Sam said with a giant grin on his face. Turning toward the door he left.

Harleen's smile faded as she let out a giant sigh. Placing her hands on her hips she looked around at her office. It looked as if nothing happened. But something did. Harleen realized that she was oddly attracted to a murdering psychopath. Something definitely happened.