Jack's scar twisted upward as he gazed into the steaming blood that was sloshing in the stained white bucket.

"She cause a fight?" He muttered, wafting the metallic scent towards his nose.

"Kicked Jonathan in the balls," Bane's mouth displayed a hint of a smirk.

Jonathan grimaced, "I still find it hard to believe that a guy like Dent doesn't have a wife or even a girlfriend…are you sure he only had his mother?"

"Johnny-boy, you haven't developed a little man-crush on our traitor, have you?" Jack taunted, looking up from the bucket.

Jonathan's face blushed a bright red and I felt the urge to save him.

"No, Jonathan's not gay, J," I said, remembering our time in the nurses office.

Jack's dangerous eye's flickered from me to Jon.

"I'm choosing to ignore how you know that, Harls."

Jack lifted up the bucket into the back of the car and slammed the trunk down, causing me to jump. He tossed the keys to Bane before pulling me into the back with him; he pulled me onto his lap with his strong, pale arms and held me close to his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and I smiled against his warm body.

"Harls?" I felt his voice vibrate in his chest.

"Yes, Pud?"

He lifted my chin up, his dark brown eyes locked onto mine and my heart fluttered.

"After tonight, it'll just be you and I battling against the order of this city."

I pulled back slightly. I glanced over at Jon and Bane in the front, where they were quietly discussing something between them. I looked back at Jack and he nodded grimly, the passing street lights dimly light his undecided expression.

"But we can't case a place by ourselves, can we?"

"It's called hired help, my little harlequin, expendable yet dependable thugs with guns. We'll run this city in no time, there's no one to stop us," he snickered into my ear.

I smiled and ran a hand through his dark green hair, pulling his lips to mine. His powerful mouth overtook mine, greedily pushing and taking as he squeezed my body against his. My free hand snaked down to the front of his jeans and massaged his growing bulge; he grumbled something into my lips before lacing a hand into my hair and forcefully tilting my head back.

His teeth devoured my neck, his tongue lapping over every inch of exposed flesh. When he finally released me, I looked into his eyes and saw his raw hunger. I smiled and ran both hands through his hair, reveling in the way my touch affected him. He looked down at his massive bulge and then back up at me, expectantly.

I cock my head to the side, feigning innocence with resisting the urge to giggle. A wide smile spread over his face.

"Why don't you make Daddy J happy?" He said in his low sexy voice, while he lightly took my shoulders and pushed downwards.

"What ever do you mean, J?" a small burst of giggles escaped my throat as I crept down to the floor boards.

I got down on my knees in front of him and found my spot between his legs, nestling my chest on his erection and staring up innocently at him. He leaned down close, to where his lips loomed painfully close to mine, while he undid his jeans.

"Suck..my..dick," he breathed then straightened back up, his chest bouncing as he chuckled.

He pulled it out and then leaned back, putting his hands behind his head. I happily took it in my hands, kissing up and down the shaft lightly and nipping the inside of his legs thorugh his jeans, making him jump.

"Stop screwing around Harleen," He snapped and I winced.

I licked his warm flesh up and down with gingerly pumping his hard rod. He grunted softed.

"Harls," He warned.

I knew I was making him wait too long, but I couldn't help wanting a little power over him every now and then. He was completely at my disposal now, he didn't get to call the shots. I rebelliously bit his thigh, which seemed like a good idea until his hand met the side of my head. I yelped as blackness crept over my vision in one eye, but quickly shook it off.

I shakily took his cock back into my hands and began to obediently swirl my tongue around the tip. His hot precum wept onto my tongue, his taste was addicting and my body ached for more of it. His groans were growing impatient; his fingers tangled into the back of my hair as he made me take in more of his hard cock. I sucked and licked at his throbbing flesh as he jammed in and out of my throat, I gagged and sputtered, involuntary tears streaming down my face.

"Swallow," He grunted.

I swallowed hard and he groaned; I felt him explode inside of me, his seed gushing down my throat. He slowly pulled my head back and I slumped against his leg, panting and wiped a trail of drool that still connected my lips to his softening dick. He put it away and zipped up his jeans with a smile on his face; he softly pet my matted hair and scooped me up into his lap once again. I absentmindedly rubbed the aching side of my head, trying to dull my mounting headache. He watched me doing so and tightened his arms around me.

I knew he was sorry for when he hit me, he…he just couldn't help himself sometimes. I snuggled deep into his chest and tried to ignore the fact that he had been getting more violent with me.

"Arkham Asylum at it's best," Bane grunted as he pulled into the parking lot.

"Isn't it swarming with cops, Pud?" I piped up.

"That's why we're going into the back," He said already annoyed with my questions.

We climbed out of the car, but Jack stopped me and Jon.

"Bane and I are going to go in and get him, you two stay here," He ordered.

"But, Jack, I—" I started.

"What did you call me?" He snapped.

I forgot we were on a job so I restarted, "But, Joker, I wanted—"

He closed the space between us with two long strides; I grew quiet as his powerful warm body towered over mine. I leaned against him and slipped my arms around his waist.

"Harley? Dear?" He smiled sweetly, "Did I ask what you wanted?"

My smile faded and my arms dropped as his sweetness dissipated into a scowl. I backed away from him and sat down on the warm hood of the car, watching as he and Bane quickly jogged into the asylum through a back door.

Jonathan hopped up onto the hood beside me, it had been a while since we were alone.

"How's your Psychology studies?" He leaned in closer to me.

"Believe it or not, I still study on my time off. I don't know why…it's not like I'll ever need a job with Jack…erh, I mean, Joker," I sighed and laid down on the cooling metal surface.

He laid down beside me and I could feel his eyes on my face as I looked up into the starless night. He brushed a stray hair out of my face.

"You never know.."

I glanced at him and saw how sweetly he looked at me. I smiled at him, but felt a pang of guilt, an emotion I didn't know I had any longer, spread through me. His blue eyes hungrily consumed mine and his lips turned into a smile as well. I had to warn him.

"You need to get out of here, Jon," I whispered.

He furrowed his brows, "What?"

"Jack and I are going solo tonight…and I don't know how he plans on taking you guys out of the picture, but I don't think he's gonna let you go free…" My voice trailed off and he slowly nodded with understanding.

"I've planned for this day…I actually have a job lined up at Arkham. It's just.." He stopped his sentence but the way he looked at me, told me the rest.

"I'm sorry."

"Please?" He whimpered, his lips close to mine.

His longer brown hair fell across his forehead and his dark blue eyes burned into mine. He had on a white button down shirt with the sleeves pushed up and a black tie dangled down, I felt my heart quicken..he was handsome…but he wasn't Jack. Then I thought of the times Jack hit me or yelled at me with no good reason. Jack said he didn't care what I wanted…and right now, I wanted Jon.

"Just one kiss," I said feebly.

He pushed his lips onto mine, his tongue begging for entrance. I felt myself getting wet as his tongue roamed my mouth, his little moans of his pent-up ecstasy coming loose. I hugged him closer to me and he pushed himself on top of me. His hands shakily ran up and down my sides, he needed me. I pulled back and I saw the need and desire in his eyes, I felt his ready bulge twitch against my crotch. I felt in complete control over him, a power I never had with Jack.

"Let's get in the back seat," I suggested and slipped off the hood.

I grabbed his tie and lead him to the back of the car, before we slipped inside, I took the time to bite and kiss his neck.

"Oh god," He muttered and slammed me against the side of the car, ready to burst.

I smiled and shoved him into the back of the car, clamoring in after him. I pinned him down, pressing my crotch against his. I slowly stripped off my shirt and then my bra, revealing my bouncing breasts to his gleaming eyes. I grabbed his hands and slowly slid them over my stomach and them placed them on my chest, giving him full access. He softly moaned as he caressed and squeezed them, I tilted my head back, enjoying his sounds.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed my hands over his chest. He suddenly sat up and pulled off his shirt and tie, leaving his surprisingly chiseled abs open to my hungry eyes. His tongue swirled over my bare nipple as he started to suck and nip, causing the lining of my panties to get soaked through. I started to grind myself onto his hard erection, more groans escaping him.

"Mmmm, Harley…Ohh," His pleads became desperate.

I pulled away from him, long enough for me to strip my shorts and damp panties off and for him to peel off his pants and boxers. He went to pounce on me, more than ready to be inside of me, but I stopped him. I straddled his lap and slowly went down on him, sinking him deep inside of me. He tilted his head back and groaned loudly as my wet pussy slid down his cock. I pulled back up, his tip barely in my entrance and my fluids dripping back down his shaft.

"I don't know if we'll have time, Jon….we might as well stop now," I smiled teasingly.

"Two can play at that game," He smiled and suddenly flipped me onto my back.

I gasped at his sudden strength and looked up at his hungry eyes. He straddled me and rubbed my throbbing pussy with his long erection. I groaned and arched my body upward, he seemed to be pleased with himself, until I pushed him off, straddling him once more; harder this time, he wasn't going to over power me again, this was my time.

"Beg," I ordered.

"Make me," He playfully smiled.

I slid down his cock once more, this time, painfully slow; while keeping him inside of me, I leaned down and traced his lips with my tongue before licking and nipping his neck. I purposely contracted around him, feeling his voice vibrate onto my lips.

"Please, Harley," His hips bucked up, trying to pump into me, but I slid off of him.

"I'm sorry, what did ya say?"

I reached down and gently stroked his warm cock.

"Harley, please! Ahh!" He yelled.

I loosened my grip, "Well I guess you—"

He grabbed me and roughly flipped me back onto my back, he ripped open my legs and I gasped as the air hit my open pussy. He pushed his lips onto mine as he thrusted deep inside of me, causing an almost whine-like moan to rip through my throat.

"Oh, Jon," I muttered as he pumped faster and deeper inside of my throbbing pussy.

His lips enveloped mine and my hands burrowed into his brown hair, forcing his mouth harder onto mine. His hard cock sliding in and out so fast became too much for me; I arched my back and groaned into his lips as I pulsed hard around him, pleasure waving over my small body. He grunted and shuddered, exploding his seed inside of me. He pressed his whole body weight down onto me, keeping himself deep inside of me as I still twitched around him.

"You need to get outta here," I murmured into his lips.

"I don't want to…Harley come with me," He pulled back and cupped my face in his hands, "We'll be happy together, if you stay with the Joker, you'll go crazy just like he is."

"He's not crazy," I feebly tried to defend Jack.

Jon frowned and shook his head at me.

"You should know better than any of us the truth. He's just going to suck you down with him; a crazy man can't love Harley, no matter how much you want him too," He said bitterly as he started to get dressed.

"Don't you dare say that," I seethed, throwing back on my clothes angrily.

"Stop shitting yourself Harls and—" he started.

I backhanded him across the face before he could finish.

"Get out of Jack's car, before I make you regret opening your mouth," I hissed and pulled out a hidden knife from under the seat.

He looked from me to the knife and then back at me with a disappointed look in his eyes.

"I guess my offer is too late."

I watched him leave through the car window, wondering if he was right. Would I be happy with him? As I slid the knife back into place, I knew the answer would be no. I could never be happy with anyone else besides Jack, my heart was attached to him in a way that I could never love anyone else, even if I wanted to. I could never leave him.

….

"Harls, do me a favor and pop the trunk for Daddy J," Jack purred with excitement as he strolled in front of Bane.

A struggling Dent was slung over Bane's shoulder. I unlocked the trunk so Bane could stuff the tied up and gagged body into the small space and Jack loomed nearby, laughing his cackling laugh. I ran up to him and jumped on him, wrapping my legs around his waist. His strong body didn't even stumble under my weight and his hands happily gripped my ass.

"And to what do I owe this sudden show of affection?" he raised his eyesbrows.

"I'm madly in love with you Joker," I giggled, kissing his face lightly all over.

"Even my scars?" He growled and nuzzled his face greedily into my chest.

"Especailly your—"

"Where's Johny-boy?" He asked suddenly, his eyes searching around the car.

"He left," I shrugged.

He looked at me like he knew I was lying about something, but I smiled sweetly back at him.

"Alright….Bane! Let's go!"

Jack gently tossed me into the back as he got up in the front seat.

"Let's go….to the Narrows police station," He tried to keep his cackles down.

The Narrows has a police station?

…..

"I swear to god, I didn't do anything!" Dent yelled as soon as the gag was pulled out.

The Joker responded with a sharp kick to the ribs.

"I kept our deal!" He sputtered out.

"No, no, no,no….no you really didn't, Dent, ole boy," Joker crouched down besides him.

Bane sat on the roof ledge beside me, I watched as he shakily injected his arm with a syrupy green substance, which calmed his nerves instantly.

"What is that anyways?" I tilted my head to the side.

I had seen him do this multiple times, always the green fluid, but I never knew what kind of drug was that color and texture.

"It's just something I got hooked on in jail…I call it Venom," He grunted.

I nodded and my eyes wandered back to the Joker torturing Dent.

"You see, the deal was…to release ALL the CRAZYS out into the city…not just the ones you see fit," he spat, kicking him over and over.

I pranced over to where Puddin ranted.

"Ya know, I never liked you, Dent," I smiled as blood seeped out of his lips as he coughed.

Dent muttered something, but it was lost in his blood.

"What was that Harvey?" Joker feinted sincerity as he knelt down and cupped a hand over his ear.

"I said….I don't deserve this! You two are sick bastards!" he yelled, choking on his own spit.

"Such harsh words from an asylum's janitor," Joker snickered.

"Harls, plug up the spot light. Bane tie our little friend here up while I ready our…paint."

"The what?" I asked and he grabbed my chin and turned it towards a large dusty spotlight.

It looked like it hadn't been used in years and had been wheeled up to the roof for storage along with other articles of forgotten junk. I grabbed a rag and whipped off most of the dust and grime; I found a plug and an outlet and grabbed both of them, pushing them together. I shrieked and dropped it as it sparked, but a beam of light flickered on.

"Woah…why do they have this anyway?" I stumbled back from the light.

"How should I know?" Joker grunted.

I watched Bane attach Dent spread eagle across the light, his silhouette made an X in the sky.

"Now, let's get you more comfortable," Joker snickered again as he took his knife and cut off Dent's gray janitor suit, letting it fall to the floor.

He was left with only his socks and underwear on, until Joker roughly cut both of them off as well, leaving him stark naked. I giggled as his less-than-impressive member was exposed in the night air.

"It's art time, girls and boys!" Joker clapped his hands together and grabbed a brush.

He dipped the brush into the blood and started to smear it over the left side of Dent's body. As he went over his mouth, Dent gagged and spat.

"What kind of paint is this? Is it…is it blood?" He spat some more.

Joker chuckled, "A very special…type of blood."

"It's a gift from your mommy!" I exclaimed, relishing the look of utter disgust waving through his face.

"My mother? Oh god, you didn't….dear god no," He sobbed, his tears making a clear trail down the blood.

"Hey, watch the water works! It'll ruin my master piece!" Joker smiled.

"You're all sick! Sick and pathetic criminals! I swear to god, I'll make you all pay for this!"

"What are ya gonna do? Clean us to death?" I giggled as Joker wrapped an arm around my waist.

"No..I'll be a cop, a lawyer, the goddamn DA if I have to! You won't get away with this forever, you fucking twisted clown!" He yelled but Joker ignored him.

"Say Harls, how long do you think until that light starts to get our pal here a little…hot under the collar?"

"Hopefully soon, I'm awfully tired, Mista J."

"Ah! Hey, this thing is getting hot…ahh! Get me off of this thing!" Dent's screams grew louder as the sizzling of his bare back against the hot glass grew more and more prominent.

The blood that was dripping off of him, bubbled against the light.

"TURN IT OFFFFfff! Turn it off so I can make that fucking smirk of yours into a creepy-ass smile, you son of a—AHHHHHH!" His threats dribbled off into incoherent screams and yells of agony.

"If this is a police station, why aren't there any cops around?" I peeled my eyes off Dent.

"Oh they're coming, just not from this station. All the good cops form this station is out in Gotham, helping rein in the mentally unstable and everyone who was left, is so corrupt that they could care less what we do up here….As good of a show it was, unplug it Harlequin, he's about to the brink of death."

I was puzzled but did what he said anyway; Dent had been knocked out from the pain and visible bloody blisters had formed on his back.

"Why did you—"

"Because! I want him alive…yes, as much of a traitor as he is…I believe him when he says he's going to try to make me pay. And," He pulled me in close to him, his lips brushing against mine, "That just sounds too fun to pass up."

He switched his attention onto Bane, strolling towards him.

"Bane I have a job for you…it's going to be the last job I ask of you," Joker said monotone as he bent down to pick up a spare brick.

Bane blinked at him, not knowing how to respond.

"What is it?" he warily asked.

"Catch."

The brick hit Bane square in the chest and caught him off guard, causing him to trip and stumble backwards until he hit the ledge and flipped right over it. I rushed to the edge, but he was no where to be found, not in the air or splattered on the ground.

"Well that was anti-climatic," Joker mused beside me.

I backed away from the edge, pulling Joker with me.

"Anyways, I think Dent is right…it's time my smirk turn into a smile," He said as he wrote something in the leftover blood on Dent's right side.

He walked over to the fire escape as I read the red words.

TwoFace.

- review please! I'm sorry for the wait! My everlasting love for my own personal Joker takes up most of my time :P anyways! Review!