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Chapter 2

I had her bent over a metal table, one hand wrapped around her wrists and the other hand pushing her face down so I wouldn't have to look at her. As I felt my hips collide with her nonexistent ass, I frowned deeply; my thoughts elsewhere. I thought she would've moved by now; I thought she would've tried to get away. But no, there she had been. She had been right there in one of Gotham's parks for children, happily pushing…the child in a swing. If I thought about it, I could see how much love was in her face. She showed no fear, and for some reason I liked that.

"P-Puddin!" Harley gasped from somewhere in front of me.

I let go of her face to smack it. "Shut up!" I screamed. I then resumed pushing her face down. I didn't need her to go and ruin my moment.

Coldly, I stared down at the back of her head. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to remember the night that I had taken That One. I remember the frightened look she wore as I pulled her into my lap. The sudden urge I had to press my mouth against hers and make her never want to leave. That damn angry look that I found so attractive that passed across her face when she realized that I had drugged her. I chuckled to myself; I did like it when she got angry. That little crinkle over her nose was fucking cute, and I never thought anything was cute. The next thing I remembered, I was undressing her. It hadn't been hard to do. It's not like she could struggle. And then I just sat there a watched her. Didn't touch her; I just watched. Next thing I know, I'm on top of her, her barely conscious but still managing to cry. Once I finished, I got off of her feeling like slime. Funny, I thought my conscience had died a long time ago. It had gone away with him, the old me, the weak me.

I was jolted from my thoughts as Harley screamed something unintelligible. I looked down to see her back covered in white. I frowned again. When did I come? She went limp and peered back at me. "That was amazing Mistah – Where are you going?"

I zipped up my pants and walked out of the room. I needed to go cause some damage.

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I screeched with laughter as I walked down the sidewalk, with a loaded submachine gun in my hand. The citizens of Gotham cowered as the ducked into alleyways only to find my henchmen ready and waiting for them. Oh how I enjoyed their screams. I heard a particularly gruesome one and turned with excitement as it got closer. However, a brief feeling of horror washed over me when I saw who. No. She could not get hurt. She was not supposed to get hurt.

The nameless, faceless hench looked at me. "Heh, Boss, look what I found. I think it's an admirer."

Before I could kill him or reply, Ophelia's elbow went straight into his crotch, and he dropped her. I took this opportunity to scramble toward her, gun forgotten. I grabbed her and snatched her up. Trying to think of something to say, I snickered.

She looked at me with a mix of expectancy and fear.

Instead of something malicious, I found myself mumbling a greeting to her softly. "Hello, Ophelia."

She looked confused.

"I've missed you." Oh no you haven't.

Ophelia said nothing, but just stared at me some more. I noticed her forehead was bleeding, and I cringed. I didn't like to see her hurt. This certainly was disturbing. I liked to see everyone hurt. What the fuck was wrong with me? My balls seemed to have evaporated.

Before I could ask Ophelia to assist me in finding them, I heard that fucking voice behind me. "Let her go, Joker."

I spun around, dropping her in the process. "Ah, Batsy." I sneered, "Just out celebrating my release! I don't see the harm in that."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed her scurry toward the frozen crowd of people who had been trying to inch away during my little…confrontation. Fucking bitch. I didn't mean that. Yes I did.

The all-wonderful Batman glared at me. Hmm, some day I would find out who was under that cowl, but not today. No, this was way too much fun. "I'm sending you back to Arkham, where you belong."

"You're all talk, Batsy." I smirked, "From what I can see, you're in danger yourself."

"What do you –"

He was interrupted by the van that struck him down from behind. I clicked my tongue, "Ah, ah, ah, Batsy. That's why we look both ways before going across the street." Turning, I attempted to find Ophelia in the crowd of frightened do-gooders, but I gave up. Aimlessly, I called out, "See ya later, Dollface!" And hopped into the van.

I noticed Harley was glaring in front of her and gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. But I didn't really care about her. Rolling my eyes, I banged on the dashboard. "Well fucking move!"

She obediently floored it and away we went.

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