Chapter 22

Although we only had forty inmates in residence, with the lack of staff and the severity of the cases, it made for a busy and exhausting day. As the only two doctors in residence myself and Dr. Zahir ran around like chickens with our heads cut off. There were medications to fill and distribute, which was no easy task. I got stuck administering to Victor Zsasz and it took myself, two security guards and an orderly to hold him down. I ended up having to inject his medications as he refused to take them orally. After the incident I found myself thinking about petitioning Doc Arkham to order medications in suppository form in the future. Bet he'd swallow his damn pills then! I also got stuck medicating the patients in the special containment units which was a bitch and a half. Luckily I had the opportunity to speak with Waylon Jones a few times in the past and he seemed fond of me so he complied like a good Croc, but when Basil Carlo doesn't want to take his Benzo's how do you find an appropriate place to inject a guy made out of clay much less successfully hold him down? Victor Fries was thankfully compliant, I had absolutely no interest in donning a parka just to administer meds. I didn't even attempt to get into Charaxes's cell, he was one of the few creatures in the asylum that truly scared the piss outta me. It was a goddamn nightmare.

The orderlies were responsible for bringing the inmates their meal trays, and being that we had no option to order out the staff got the same magnificent dining experience our inmates enjoyed. Which is to say I'd rather eat wet cardboard. Actually I think it's possible I waseating wet cardboard. Good thing I had the forethought to pack a few PB&J's, granola bars and some snacks. Once the inmates were fed and medicated we had about an hour to recoup. Sedatives and anti-psychotics made for sleepy little wackos.

Our reprieve was short lived however. I had to rush down to Maxie Zeus's cell to talk him down from yet another violent psychotic break then quickly to Arnold Wesker's cell to stop Scarface from beating on his "Dummy." Arnold "The Ventriloquist" Wesker was an interesting case and I was kind of disappointed when he was reassigned to another doctor once I took on Joker's case.

I barely had time to think about what had happened in my office with Mr. J earlier that day. I was glad I had packed some turtlenecks in my overnight bag. It was much less obvious that I was hiding something than if I had been wearing a scarf. When I did have a few moments of peace I entered the ladies room and pulled down the collar of my shirt to examine the marks. The impression of two large hands were very obvious as were the angry red love bites on the left side of my neck. I caressed the marks and shivered and my nether region clenched involuntarily as blood flowed to the area. God I had to get a freaking grip on myself, I had a job to do.

The snow hadn't let up, there was over a foot of it outside and it was still coming down. I noticed as I looked out of one of the barred picture windows in the common room that the branches of the trees were heavy and drooping with the weight of the snow. That didn't bode well. If branches started coming down it was a very good possibility that we would lose power. I didn't relish the thought of being cooped up with the most dangerous crazies in the asylum in the dark for the next few days. We did have backup generators and emergency lights, but it would limit our ability to be a fully functioning facility and would undoubtedly create a slew of new problems.

Although I was in the same ward as Joker for much of the day, I didn't really have the time to talk with him, which was actually a good thing. I'm not a great actress and I wasn't sure I could hide how I was feeling just then. It was too fresh in my mind. I felt his eyes following me as I carried out my work however. The intensity with which he was watching me did not go completely unnoticed, I discovered later. Around four in the afternoon Jonathan Crane complained of a stomach ailment and I had to escort him to the infirmary. There was no medical doctor on duty, so I had to examine him myself. He was lucid today which was a blessing. I had Jonathan lay on one of the beds while I felt around his abdomen for any lumps or swelling. If Jonathan had appendicitis or something equally serious, I didn't know how we would deal with it. He'd have to be airlifted, if a helicopter could even get here in this storm. As I examined him Jonathan lifted his head and addressed me.

"Harleen?" I glanced at him as I continued my exploration of the affected area.

"Yes Dr. Crane?"

"He's gotten to you, hasn't he? I see the way he looks at you." I tried to keep my face neutral.

"I don't know whom you are referring to doctor." He sat up abruptly and I stepped back cautious of the potential for an attack of some kind.

"Don't be coy with me Harleen." I felt I wasn't in immediate danger so I took out a stethoscope and stepped towards Jonathan to continue my examination. As I did so he quickly shot out his hand and grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled before I could jump away from him. "I KNEW it! I could tell the clown was on you! Harley, that man is a predator and he looks at you like you're a juicy steak being served to him on a silver platter. He has plans for you my dear, I'm quite sure of it."

"Jonathan, my personal life is my own business and I would appreciate it if you'd butt out." I looked him in the eye. "You're not actually sick are you? Was this all a ruse to get me alone?"

"I had to speak with you without that hyena watching. What else was I to do?" I sighed and put the stethoscope away.

"Well you can zip back up then, since you're wasting my time on an exam you don't actually need."

"I apologize for my deception, but you need to hear me out. Please Harleen, as your mentor and friend just listen for a moment." I huffed out an exasperated breath.

"Fine Jonathan, just get on with it already. I'm swamped today as it is."

"Very well. I know the Joker better than you do. I have worked with him and seen him outside of these walls. You know he's using his chameleon-like coloration to charm you. He always leaves a wake of destruction and ruined lives behind him. You, Harleen, were one of my finest students. You know as well as I do that he's a textbook psychopath. He doesn't feel things like you and I do, he has no guilt, no conscience, and no remorse. You know he can't actually care for you. How can you let yourself be manipulated by him like this?"

"Look Jonathan, you really have the wrong idea. I pushed him too far in session and it caused him to get…aggressive.I didn't report it because this case is important to me. I'm writing a book about the Joker and it could make me millions! So, I play his little game." I shrugged. I could tell by the look he was giving me he knew I was full of shit but he didn't say so.

"Harleen, I know what a passionate girl you are, it's one of the things about you I found so appealing. But the Joker will never love you and trust me when I tell you he will destroy you. If he doesn't kill you, which is highly likely, he'll destroy that brilliant mind of yours. As someone who genuinely cares for you I needed to at least try to get through to you." I had finally had about enough of this conversation.

"Jonath-" He waved his hands in front of him in a stop motion and interjected, effectively cutting me off.

"Harley, I have a friend. He's the director of one of the most prestigious asylums in all of Europe. I have already spoken with him and there is a position waiting for you if you choose to take it. He has agreed to pay the relocation costs and can provide you with adequate housing." He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his jumpsuit and shoved it into my hand. "I hope for your own sake that you make the right decision."

"Jonathan, while I really do appreciate the concern, I'm not moving to Europe." I tried to shove the paper back at him.

"Please Harleen, keep it and think on it. That's all that I ask."

"I'm not going to mention this to Mr. J and if you know what's good for you you'll keep this to yourself. And you better act sick when we get back to I.T."

I brought Jonathan back to the west wing. Joker watched me carefully as I locked him back up in his cell. I could tell by the look on his face he was suspicious. I turned and flashed him a wink and a smile before getting back to my duties.

It was after eight when I finally finished my last set of rounds and was able to grab something to eat and change into comfortable clothes. Since I didn't relish the thought of sleeping in a half sitting position all night I decided the therapy couch was out. So on the way back to my office I grabbed a spare mattress, pillow and linens from A Ward and set up a makeshift bed on the floor. It wasn't going to be the most comfortable night of my life but it would do.

I changed into my pajamas. The pants were pink cotton with cartoon bears printed on them and the long sleeved top said "Daddy's Little Girl" with another cartoon bear to one side. I brushed out my hair and intended to leave it down, but stray pieces kept falling into my face as I tried to read my book and I got annoyed. I split it down the middle and put it up in two fluffy pigtails high on either side of my head. I had the overhead lights off and was using my small desk lamp as a reading light. I was on my belly with my legs kicked up and swinging idly behind me as I read an awful Harlequin Romance novel.

After a little while my eyes started to droop and I could feel myself nodding off every few minutes. I was startled awake by the sound of my doorknob jiggling followed by my door opening and quickly closing shut. I flipped over and was totally shocked to see Mr. J standing there.

"How did you manage to get out of your cell Mr. J?" I pulled my legs in so that I was sitting Indian style and cocked my head to the side as I puzzled out how he possibly could have made it all the way from I.T. to my office in the main building undetected. He had a strange almost awed look on his face for a moment as he gave me a once over, then his face split into a huge grin.

"I have friends in low places, dollface. Don't you just look adorable?" He knelt down on the edge of the mattress, followed by his hands so that he was on all fours as he eyeballed me. "Daddy's little girl, eh? Why don't you come here to Daddy. Right. Now?" He grabbed my legs and I squealed a little as he pulled me towards him so that his body was hovering over mine. He continued looking down at me. "I like the pigtails, Pumpkin. You look so very sweet and innocent." His face took on that predatory gleam again. "I just love defiling the innocent."

He was on me then, the length of his body pressed fully against mine, his lips and tongue probing my mouth. I could feel his member stirring to life and my body responded by flooding my panties with fluid. He broke off the kiss to grab the hem of my shirt and rip it over my head. His eyes took in my body for a moment before he leaned back down taking one of my nipples into his mouth as his hand toyed with the other. I moaned breathily and ran my fingers through that glorious green hair. He moved his mouth to my other breast, grabbed the hardened nub between his teeth and bit down, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to make me whimper. His hand explored my sides. He raised his head to examine the scars on my side and grinned as he looked up into my face.

"You'll have to tell me about these sometime. But not now." I reached for the zipper on the front of his orange jumpsuit and slowly pulled it down. I wanted to savor this. It was like unwrapping that first present on Christmas morning. I gently pushed the fabric over those rippling shoulders and down to expose his abdomen. He leaned back onto his knees so that he could pull his arms out of the jumpsuit. I had an amazing view of those abs I had been dreaming about for the past month and I ran my nails down his stomach. Apparently at this point I was moving too slowly for him, because he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms and panties and pulled them off in one motion. It was disconcerting to see the way his eyes raked across my body. I was suddenly a little bashful, I felt so exposed. In the past most of my sexual experiences had happened in the dark.

"You are something else, Harley." He ran his hands up my legs until they reached my knees. Gently he spread them then leaned forward to place his lips against my tummy. He slowly worked his way down to my pelvic bone and I pushed my hips forward in anticipation. He stopped suddenly and I opened my eyes to look at him. He wagged his finger at me

"Naughty girl, all good things to those who wait." He nibbled the insides of my thighs as I squirmed with impatience. He slowly moved his hand to my cleft and ran a single finger from my moist entrance to my sensitive hood. My breath caught in my throat. He watched my face as he circled his thumb around my clit.

"Oh Mistah J." I said breathily as I bit my lip and grasped my breasts with both hands.

He started slowly by inserting one of those impossibly long fingers inside of me shortly followed by a second. He curled them and hit that tender spot most men didn't know about or couldn't be bothered to find and I gasped. He smiled as he rubbed the tiny ridges of my g-spot and my hips bucked trying to get him further inside of me.

"Tut, tut Harley. Daddy is going to have to teach you about patience, isn't he?" He removed his fingers and I pouted as I registered the absence of his warmth. I never realized how hot his hands were. "Let me make something clear, Pumpkin. I am in control here, understood?" I bit my lip again and nodded "Now if you're a very good girl, Daddy will reward you. If you're very naughty, you'll get a spanking. Do you understand?" I nodded again. "No Harley, I want to hear you say it. Do you understand?"

I looked at him through lowered lashed and replied, "Yes Daddy, I understand."

He plunged his fingers back inside of me and started working them back and forth. I threw my head back and he increased the speed of his thrusts. I was quickly approaching climax and my vaginal muscles began to tighten on his fingers. Not slowing his pace, he leaned his head down and took my clit into his mouth and rolled his tongue expertly over it. I was done for. My body shuttered as I let out a loud groan of pleasure, my muscles pulsating. When my tremors ceased he pulled his fingers out and placed them into my mouth. I slowly ran my tongue around his fingers licking my juices off of them. He pulled them back out and he raised himself up onto his knees as he finished unzipping his jumpsuit and quickly wiggling out of it.

Finally, all my fantasies were realized. I stared at him in all his naked glory. My eyes followed his happy trail down to the thicker patch of green hair above his throbbing cock. He held it in his hand and slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft as I gawked at him. It was hard and white with faintly blue veins running along it. The head was smooth and slightly purple in color from the blood engorging it. I didn't want to wait anymore.

"Mistah J, please." A wide grin broke on his face.

"Please what Harley? Tell me what you want."

"You. Please Daddy, please fuck me."

That was enough to satisfy him. He positioned himself so that the head of his cock was just barely touching the swollen lips of my pussy. He rubbed it up and down my wet slit before slowly pushing inside of me. His breath hitched as he did so. Once the head was in he paused a moment while my body adjusted to his size, then plunged himself to the hilt. I felt him hit my cervix hard and I gasped both in pleasure and in pain. He began thrusting as I wrapped my ankles around his hips. He leaned down and savagely kissed me and I moaned into his mouth. Sweat had begun to gather on his forehead and upper lip from the exertion. He picked up his pace as he thrust one arm under my back and used the other to grip my hip.

"Open your eyes, Harley." He said between thrusts.

I obeyed and stared directly into his intense green eyes. He was breathing hard. I was so close and I could tell he wasn't far off himself. He whispered in my ear.

"Come for me Harley. Come for Daddy."

My orgasm was so powerful it felt like every muscle in my body contracted at once. I cried out his name as I shuddered and my vaginal muscles contracted hard around him. He chuckled, grunted then stiffened as I felt him reach his own climax, his warm seed spurting inside of me. He collapsed on top of me panting hard. I brushed a stray lock of sweaty green hair off of his forehead as I felt him softening inside of me.

"Jesus Christ, Harley. If the rest of my stays in Arkham had been anything like this, I don't think I would have bothered escaping."

I giggled as he pulled out of me and rolled onto his back. I propped myself on one elbow and looked into his eyes.

"That was amazing, Mr. J." He looked at me as if that should have been obvious.

"Of course it was. Any job worth doing is worth doing well, after all." I lay down and draped an arm across his chest."

"Look cupcake, as much as I'd like to stay, security is due for their rounds in twenty minutes and if I'm not back in my cell all hell is going to break loose." I gave him a pouty little frown.

"I know Mr. J, get going. I'll try to get you out of your cell for a while tomorrow." He kissed me.

"Thanks for understanding." I watched him longingly as he dressed. He winked at me as he slipped out into the darkened hallways of the asylum, then I was alone again basking in the aftermath of utter bliss.