Chapter 33

I kept scanning the water behind us trying to locate any coast guard or police boats in pursuit, but so far it seemed we had gotten away clean. My heart was still hammering in my chest. I had killed someone. Not just anyone either, but my best friend from college. I was shocked that I wasn't freaking out. Freaking out would have been a normal healthy reaction for a sane, rational woman to experience post-homicide. The fact that I felt nothing other than the adrenaline rush, indicated there was something seriously wrong with me. I wasn't remorseful, I wasn't horrified, I just had this weird sort of apathy towards the entire incident. Maybe I had lost my mind after all. Well there was certainly no going back now. I knew before I set out on this crazy escapade that I wouldn't be able to change my mind at the last minute and go back to my normal life. They'd throw me in the slammer the first chance they got. On the other hand, I saved the B-man's life so he kinda owed me one, right? Maybe they'd cut me a break. Whatever, it was too late to worry about all that now. Whatever happens, happens. No use letting it torment me when there was nothing I could do to change it at this point.

I leaned over the driver's seat and tried to yell over the loud rumbling of the engine hoping Ivy could hear me.

"Red, we're good! No cops. Where are we going?"

"To ditch the boat. I have a friend who works in the marina. He's the one who got it for me in the first place, he'll get rid of it." She yelled back. "There should be a car waiting for us when we get there. From there I can drop you wherever you need to go."

"Good thinking Red! I'll tell Mistah J!" I wobbled to the rear of the boat where J was sitting with his knees apart and his arms stretched along the top of the bench seat. I leaned over to talk to him when we hit a pretty big wave and I was knocked off my feet right into Mistah J's lap. I went down with a squeal.

"Oof! Sorry Mistah J." He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me more firmly onto his lap.

"That's okay Poo. Were you trying to tell me something?"

"Yeah, sorry. I just wanted to tell ya that Red has a car waiting on us at the marina. We should be there soon." He gave me a sly smile.

"Then we still have a few minutes for this?"

He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Usually kissing J was like making war but this time, for the first time, he was gentle. It was strange at first, unexpected from him but it was extraordinary. My heart was fluttering so badly it felt like it would just explode outta my chest. His tongue darted out and ran lightly over my bottom lip before gently probing inside of my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself as close to him as was humanly possible. He opened his eyes and I stared into their dark depths as his hand began to slide up my side towards my chest. His tongue and lips grew more insistent as I felt the boat slow down. I suddenly heard Ivy making gagging and retching noises behind me. I broke the kiss and swung my head towards her as I asked,

"Red you ok? Ya seasick or something?" She gave us an agonized look.

"Please, for the love of all that's green, do not ever do that in front of me again. Seeing you get it on with the clown makes me want to lose my lunch!" She squished up her face and shook her head as if trying to dispel the image of us making out from her mind. Mr. J gave her a cheeky grin.

"Jealous Pammy? Were you hoping she might mist your fern? Too bad weed-girl, I got to her first." He stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry at her. Pam just rolled her eyes and responded in mock dejection.

"Oh, yes J I am terribly jealous of the pasty faced, psychopathic clown that's incapable of true emotions. This is all going to blow up in your face and I just want to be around to see it happen." She said smugly.

Mistah J growled and abruptly stood up, spilling me off his lap and onto the hard floor of the boat. I jumped up in between them before they could get their hands on each other.

"Hey! That's enough you two! Hello? Does anyone else remember that we just broke outta Arkham, released all the inmates and left dead bodies behind. Does the whole 'cops are looking for us' situation sound vaguely familiar to ya, hmmm? Can we maybe get out of here first and measure our dicks later?"

They glared at one another but backed off. We had pulled up to a darkened marina. I was pretty sure we were at the Port Trinity Place Marina which wasn't far from Central Heights. Red cut the engine and we slowly drifted into one of the slips. True to her word her friend was there to help us first climb up to the dock and then to take the boat off our hands. There was a black SUV with tinted windows idling in the parking lot awaiting our arrival. We quickly headed over. Ivy hopped up front and J and I took the backseat. There was a portly Asian fellow at the wheel who smiled widely at Ivy as she hopped in.

"Exciting night Miss Ivy?"

"Yeah, you could say that. Xinyi, you hear of any heat on this side of town looking for us?" He continued grinning like a Buddha.

"No Miss Ivy. I think you're in good shape. The Triads will distract any that come sniffing your way." Joker leaned forward and addressed our driver.

"Well you seem a happy fellow! Love the name by the way. If you ever get tired of working with the plant and find yourself looking for work, here's my card. My organization could always use a man like you, Xinyi." He handed the driver a Joker card. He took it looked at it briefly and tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket before addressing Pam again.

"So where to, Miss Ivy?" Ivy turned in her seat to look at us.

"Harley where can I drop you two?" I glanced questioningly at J.

"Sandy Hook if you please Pam. We have a little place on Cask Street that will do for now." replied J.

We rode in silence, tensions between Ivy and J still riding high. They really disliked one another so it was kind of a testament to how much they both cared about me that they were restraining their urges to kill each other.

Sandy Hook is the most southern point in Gotham City, an island only slightly larger than South Point Island where Arkham stood. Sandy Hook was home to Gotham City Stadium where the Gotham Knights played. A little contrived, doncha' think? As was typical in the Eastern part of the country, while the stadium was a magnificent structure, the areas that surrounded it were dilapidated tenements and row houses full of poor minorities and warehouses in disrepair that rarely seemed to do any business. I was surprised he had a place down here. There was a fair amount of foot traffic through this neighborhood when people from out of town decide they don't want to pay the $35.00 fee to park at the stadium. That's when they unwittingly park on one of the dirty side streets and walk the eight blocks to the stadium. Those folks rarely have a car to come back to after the game or concert, although sometimes the local kids will just steal the tires and rims. They should consider themselves very lucky if they manage to hang onto their wallets and avoid getting scammed by shady ticket scalpers. We pulled up in front of a large warehouse, no more distinguishable than any of the others on this street. J hopped out. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around Red from behind and gave her a squeeze.

"Thanks for all your help Red. I'll call you when I get a new prepaid." I kissed her cheek and quickly followed J down an alley as I heard the SUV pull away. We came to a steel door with an intercom on the wall next to it. J hit the button on it and waited a few seconds until a voice said,

"Yeah?"

"Battling Butler." He replied. The door lock buzzed and J turned the knob and pushed the door in. "Fair warning Poo, the boys aren't going to know what to make of you. This should be an unnecessary warning but don't take any crap from them."

He strode into the room and I followed closely behind him. My eyes roamed around the large space. For the most part it looked like a typical warehouse. It was stacked full of boxes, crates, and piles of supplies. There were two forklifts and I noticed a pulley system hanging from the tall ceiling that I guessed was used for moving whatever merchandise was inside the crates. There were tables filled with guns, ammunition and explosives. One corner of the room was filled with fifty gallon drums of some kind of highly flammable liquid, maybe gasoline? There were about twenty to twenty-five henchmen moving about the warehouse. Most of them were big, ugly thugs that were lugging boxes and assembling weapons, but I noticed a few working at desks with computers who didn't quite fit in. I knew J had tabs on the whole city and I had to guess these were his computer hackers and information gatherers. J was smart, he knew muscle only went so far. You needed brains to back up the brawn in this operation.

J stepped aside so the henches could clearly see me. I was still spattered with blood and brain matter from killing Di and I had an open wound on my arm that was still bleeding slightly. I must have looked a sight because every set of eyes on the room were glued to me.

"Boys this is Harley, Harley Quinn. She'll be joining our odd little family. You'll be showing her the ropes over the next few weeks. But know this, Harley is mine!If I find out anyone has been disrespectful to her, I'll tear out your lungs! Understood?" He walked over to another door passed through it and came out moments later holding several wads of crisp one hundred dollar bills. Two he threw to the henchmen.

"Tonight the entertainment is on me boys. Go find something fun to do and don't come back until tomorrow night. Rocco?" he shouted out the name. A chubby Italian fellow in his late thirties, early forties with a boxy flat top hairdo waddled over.

"Yeah boss?" he threw the other two wads of bills at him.

"Roc, I need you to stay behind for a few minutes. Harley is going to make you a shopping list. Her place is gonna be hot for a while so she'll need some basics until we can get in there. Harley, while I go get the first aid kit ready let Rocco know what you'll need. Give him your sizes and an idea of what you like to wear." He looked up at his henchman, "You think you can get Betty to help on this? You guys have a teen daughter, surely she'd be better suited to the clothes shopping."

"Sure boss, my Betty loves spending money. She won't mind at all."

"Good man. If you'll both excuse me." Joker walked out of the room as I made a list of basics. Shampoo, soap, conditioner, a hairbrush, deodorant, toothpaste etc. I gave him a list of my shoe and dress sizes and made some notes on what kind of style I had and handed it to the chubby cheeked henchman. He seemed like a pleasant guy if maybe a little on the nervous side.

"Thanks, Rocco. I really appreciate it." Actually I was more surprised that Joker had even thought of it. He tended to be a little egocentric, I was touched that he actually considered my needs. Then again, I did just save his ass from a psycho shrink that wanted to basically dissect his brain, but still it was somewhat out of character for him. I couldn't hide my smile as I stared off moonily in the direction Mistah J walked off to.

"So, um, Harley. You and the boss are like, together or something?" I glanced over at him.

"Yeah, Rocco. Something like that."

Joker came back into the room carrying a small first aid kit, a bottle of alcohol and a small sewing kit. He sat down at a table nearby and beckoned to me. I sat down as he started to examine the wound.

"You're going to have to take this off so I can stich you up Pumpkin." He tugged at the arm of my costume. Rocco was still there looking mildly uncomfortable and was rocking back and forth from one foot to the other.

"Um, boss did you need anything else or can I go now." J looked up absentmindedly and waved Rocco off.

"Go on now, Roc. I have work to do. See ya tomorrow."

J got straight back to work once he heard the door close. I partially unzipped the front and wrist of my suit and carefully tried to pull my injured arm out of it. The blood had mostly dried and peeling the fabric off of my skin smarted and I cursed under my breath. Finally, my arm was free and J started cleaning up the wound. It wasn't a super deep cut, but it was deep enough that it required stiches. He slid me two Vicodin as he sterilized and threaded the needle. Not seeing any water handy I dry swallowed the pain killers knowing this was going to hurt like a bitch. He swiped the cut with more alcohol and asked,

"Are you ready?" I nodded, "This isn't going to tickle kiddo but I'm going to need you to hold still. Can you do that for me Harley?" He looked into my eyes and I stared back at his.

"I'll do my best Mistah J."

I bit my lip to keep from screaming as he passed the needle through the skin surrounding the wound and carefully began stitching. He had a good hand for sewing I was surprised to discover. I suppose when you've had as many fights with the Batman as Joker has, you learn a few things about first aid. It didn't take long, only about ten minutes but once he was finished I was feeling woozy and black spots were starting to pop up in my field of vision.

"Uh, Puddin? I think I might pa-"

That was as far as I got before I blacked out. When I came to, I was lying in a bed. It was queen sized by the look of it but it was a bit musty smelling and had squeaky old springs that groaned as you moved. My bladder was screaming at me to get up and empty it immediately. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up on shaky legs. I located a small lamp and flicked the switch. I was in what must have at one time been an office. The interior wall that held the door had huge windows that had been painted black for privacy. There was a recessed ceiling that had florescent lights that apparently hadn't worked in decades. Various filing cabinets and stacks of papers cluttered the floor and there was another door at the far end of the room. I walked over and opened the door happy to discover it was a bathroom. I was still in my costume which I had to shimmy most of the way out of in order to use the facilities. I should probably ask Vincenzo to install an emergency zipper in the crotch of the next one. Once I was finished washing my hands and dabbing at the blood spatters on my makeup and suit, I decided to go find Mistah J. I opened the door and peered down the hallway.

It was quiet, eerily so. I saw a door at the far end of the hallway, it was cracked slightly and yellow light was spilling out into the darkness. I tiptoed down the hallway and peered through the crack in the door. Joker was bent over a desk scribbling away. He was in just his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his purple pinstriped suit pants with the suspenders dangling down on either side of his chair. His feet were bare and one of them was furiously tapping away on the wooden floor. I felt like I was violating his privacy so I stepped back and gently knocked on the door, causing it to swing inward slightly.

"Come in."

He didn't look up as I walked towards him, he continued scribbling whatever brilliant ideas were currently spewing from his brain. There were no other chairs in the room and since he was bent over I couldn't sit on his lap so I carefully perched on the edge of the desk and crossed my legs as I glanced over the pages strewn across his work space. There were scribbles and doodles in crayon on most, some of the Batman, Robin and the rest of the Bat Brats. Some were rough sketches of city officials and the police force, others were outlines of death traps or makeshift maps of banks and buildings. The rest were filled with his crowded scrawling print, spelling out plans and ideas, formulas and mathematical equations I couldn't even begin to comprehend. After a few moments he finally stopped writing and looked up at me.

"Well, finally awake I see. You know, you almost spoiled my plans for tonight." I looked at him sheepishly.

"Sorry for passing out on you Puddin. Thanks for takin' such good care of me." He slowly looked me up and down in my costume. When our eyes met again his expression was wolfish, with that dangerous toothy grin and sly eyes peering at me.

"My, my. Remind me to give old Vincenzo a bonus when we go to pick up your new suits. He did do a hell of a job on it." I gave him a quizzical look. "Well we can't have you running around in this one now that it's been slashed up. I have a reputation Harley, a brand to protect. No, we have to have you dressed to the nines and looking fine if you're going to be seen on my arm."

"Thank you Puddin! So you really like it? I designed it myself, although Vinny improved it a whole bunch."

Joker stood from his chair and stepped out from behind his desk to position himself in front of me. He placed his hand on the edge of the desk on either side of my legs.

"Oh I more than like it Poo, it couldn't be more perfect." He placed his hands around my neck. I thought he was going to squeeze. Breath play was a thing with him, although I admit I didn't mind it. "And now I'm going to do what I've been thinking about doing to you since I first saw you in it."

His fingers dug into the seam on the ruff at the back of my neck and gently pulled the Velcro apart and tossed the collar aside which revealed the ring on the front zipper. He hooked his index finger in it and slowly pulled down on the zipper until it stopped just below my navel. Next he grabbed my left hand and placed the tip of the index finger of my glove between his teeth and pulled. He repeated the process with each finger until my glove was off and he was able to access the zipper at my wrist. He did the same with my other hand then slowly peeled the leather off of my shoulders and down my arms until my torso was completely exposed. He crushed his lips against mine as his hands explored my body, caressing the scars on my side. His expression turned mischievous and with one hand he brushed all of his scribbled plans onto the floor as he grabbed me around the throat and leaned me back until he had me pinned against the surface of the desk. I heard him slide a drawer open and withdraw an object I couldn't see in my peripheral vision. I felt something cold gently prick the skin of my side and he slowly drew it up in a line. The pressure wasn't enough to hurt, but the look on his face was beginning to make me a little nervous. I squirmed underneath him.

"Harley, do you trust me?" I did, I was probably completely out of my mind to do so, but I trusted my man. I looked him directly in the eyes.

"Yes Puddin, I trust ya."

He grinned as he held up a medium sized knife that glinted in the light of the desk lamp. He placed the tip of it directly in between my breasts and drew it down my chest. It didn't pierce my skin but the possibility that it could got my adrenaline pumping. He stopped at my navel where the zipper ended.

"Well, since we can't use this suit again I suppose I may as well just cut you out of it Harley."

He pulled up on the fabric at my pubic bone and drove the knife through the leather. The knife must have been very sharp on at least one edge because it cut through the textile like butter as he brought it downward. I felt the tip of the knife brush my nether lips and I quickly drew in a breath and held it as he worked. He paused to lift my leg and remove one of my boots. With that done he casually threw that leg onto his shoulder as he worked the knife into the bottom seam and slowly, gradually cut the suit open until the knife intersected with his first cut. This time he did cut me, albeit accidentally, shallowly on the inside of my thigh. I didn't complain but I did whimper a little. He leaned his head down to the tiny cut and lapped at the blood that was welling up there. He switched legs. Once he had the costume thoroughly shredded he set the tip of the knife on the seat of my G-string and drew it slowly down my cleft. I shivered involuntarily as the blade dragged across the satin. His eyes were getting that predatory glow that usually meant he had almost had enough of the foreplay and was ready to get down to the main event. He sliced through the strings on each of my hips and roughly ripped the small handful of fabric from my body. One of them caught as he tore and I felt it roughly drag along the crease of my thigh, rubbing the skin raw as he did so. He took his open palm and gently placed it on my stomach. He rubbed the smooth skin there. He leaned down and kissed the area, then swiped his tongue across it once before looking up at me and holding my gaze.

"I'm going to ask you again. Do you trust me?" I was nervous, I didn't know what he was going to do but yes I trusted him.

"Yes Mistah J."

He placed the knife against the skin above my pubic bone and continued to look at me as he made the first cut. This cut was not shallow like the one on my thigh. This one was intentional and he wanted it both to hurt and to leave a mark. I squirmed as tears began to blur my vision. He pressed the blade down again and made another cut, this one larger than the first. I felt hot tears stream down my face and run into the edge of the cowl I was still wearing. He continued his torture with two more agonizing cuts. I couldn't see what he was doing through the tears that were freely flowing now. Then the cutting was over and I felt his tongue and lips slurping at the blood that was steadily oozing from the wound. It hurt but felt kinda good at the same time. My sobs turned into hiccups and as he continued lapping at the blood and I suddenly felt him enter me with two fingers. Through all that pain I was surprised to discover that I was still aroused and ready for him. He curled his fingers until he was once again on my G-spot and I moaned despite the discomfort from the cuts. His mouth moved from the wound to my clit and my back arched a little at the sensation of his tongue manipulating me. I looked down and caught a glimpse of what J had cut into my skin. It was a heart with a capital J in the center of it. I swooned to think he had marked me as his own, as his property. There was a time when we first started working together that his possessiveness disturbed me. Now I was simply elated to think of myself as his. I was so close to coming, but I wanted him inside me when I did. I lifted my head and looked at him.

"Please, Puddin. Your little girl needs you inside of her." He growled in the back of his throat which sent vibrations through my already sensitive flesh. He stood and unbuttoned his fly, he didn't even bother with his shirt. He grabbed both my legs and threw them over his shoulders as he rubbed his length against my moist slit. "Oooo, I've been a good girl. Daddy please, I need you, now."

With one swift forward thrust he buried himself balls deep inside of me. He groaned and threw his head back as a strange expression briefly crossed his face, one I couldn't quite read. He began to thrust, slamming his hips into my ass with such force I slid an inch upwards on the desk. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me back towards his hips as he pummeled me relentlessly. He was fucking me like he was angry at me for some reason. I lifted my hand to brush his cheek but he shook off my touch. He leaned forward so the tops of my thighs were pressed to my shoulders. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down above my head with one hand as the other closed around my neck, squeezing off my air. I finally reached my climax just as the black spots began to obscure my vision and my muscles clamped down around him throbbing and clenching his cock. I heard him grunt in response. I felt his body stiffen and felt the warmth of him pulsating as he ejaculated inside of me. He didn't release my throat only clamped down more tightly. I gazed at the odd look on his face, of both ecstasy and frustration as the world went black around me.