A/N – This chapter is sexually graphic and includes some non-consensual scenarios.

Chapter 7 – Filling the Hole

Harley knew there was something wrong. She was aware of it even before she was subjected to her current uncomfortable position. He was too manic, too hostile and as her present predicament indicated, he was clearly far too sexually aggressive. It had been going on like this for days. At first she hadn't minded. Any attention from J she could get she usually savored, but she had allowed things to get out of hand. She would have liked to be able to voice these thoughts but the ball gag strapped around her head prevented her from saying anything at the moment. At least her arms had finally stopped screaming in agony and had finally gone numb. Joker had her bent over a bondage horse, her torso and ankles secured to it with thick leather straps. Her arms were tied behind her and were being wrenched upward towards a ring in the ceiling to which her bonds attached. She was blindfolded and gagged and was currently being brutalized from behind by a very overzealous Joker. This was the fifth time already today that he'd fucked her and she was well aware at this point that her pleasure had absolutely nothing to do with the current state of things. He was basically just using her as a receptacle for his own masturbation. She was sore and her body had stopped producing fluids hours ago. She wasn't ready for his current assault and as he entered her raw vagina again she screamed beneath the gag. She struggled as tears streamed down her cheeks. She felt him slow his thrusting. He leaned over her bare back, his lips millimeters from her ear.

"What's the matter cupcake? Are you trying to tell me your pussy's sore? Do you want Daddy to stop?" He sneered fiendishly.

She rapidly nodded her head. Suddenly she felt him withdraw from her. Normally she enjoyed using a blindfold in bed but today was a different story. He was purposely trying to be cruel to her and today the blindfold was being used more as a form of torture than of pleasure. He moved so silently she couldn't get a bead on where in the room he was until she heard the distinct sound of him sniffing a line of coke. She freaking knew it! Up until now he must have been hiding it but today he was apparently so high he'd gone beyond the realm of caring what she thought. She tried to yell at him under the gag but it was no use. She turned her head to the right as she felt a breeze brush past her. She listened but still couldn't pinpoint where he was. She jumped as she felt his hands grab her buttocks and begin to knead the flesh.

"Harley, Harley, Harley. I know you must be a little sore so I'll tell you what, I'll give your poor, swollen pussy a little break." She felt him lightly run his fingertips over the battered flesh of her nether lips. "But Harley, Daddy still has needs." She felt the hardness of his shaft press against her left ass cheek. "So we'll just have to improvise."

She heard him spit into his palm and moments later she felt the tip of his penis probing her asshole. She struggled against her bonds. It wasn't that they had never had anal sex before, they had, and in the right atmosphere it could be quite enjoyable. But today she was tense, dehydrated and simply not ready for it which meant it was really going to hurt. He paid no mind to her protestations but began slowly pushing his way through the tight outer ring of muscle. She was clenched tightly, as if that was going to keep him out. He chuckled meanly.

"Harley, the more you fight me, the more it's going to hurt you. So relax, baby, and enjoy the ride."

He pressed forward more forcefully and finally he was able to get the head of his cock inside of her. She screamed under the gag as he slowly pushed himself more deeply into her ass. She was dry and it burned her insides as she felt him plunge inside of her, inch by agonizing inch. Finally, he stopped moving forward as she felt his balls resting against the tender flesh of her labia. He moaned as she involuntarily clenched her muscles down on his cock.

"Jesus Christ, Harley. You're so fucking tight."

He slowly pulled his length completely back out of her then repeated the process. Harley stopped struggling, but tears slowly dripped down her cheeks. He was right, the more she struggled the more it was going to hurt so she tried her best to lie still as he began to thrust. The first three minutes were the worst. The lack of lubrication was horrible and it felt as if he were tearing her apart from the inside but eventually her body began producing at least a meager amount of natural fluids, easing his entry and alleviating the worst of the pain. He quickly increased his pace, slamming into her as forcefully as he could manage, his balls slapping against her pussy as he ravaged her. She could hear him growling in the back of his throat as he plundered her asshole. She thought it would never end as he continued his assault on her, but finally she heard him grunt as he slammed forcefully into her one last time. She felt his body stiffen and felt the throbbing of his cock deep within her as he came inside of her. She had thought he would pull out but once he climaxed he went right back to pumping himself inside of her and she could feel him hardening again. She whimpered. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. As he began to thrust a violent banging came from the outer door of the lair. He tried to ignore it and continue fucking Harley but he had sent the henchmen away for the day and eventually the incessant banging threw his concentration and he lost his erection mid-stroke.

"God damn it!" He growled. "You get in the mood and suddenly company shows up!" She could hear him putting on his bathrobe. She yelled in protest. She wanted him to untie her already. "No-no, Harley-girl. Daddy's not done with you yet. You just stay right there."

He noticed her hands looked like they were beginning to lose circulation so he loosened the slack on her arms before he went to see who the hell was disturbing him at this hour. As he walked down the stairs towards the door his right nostril began leaking a steady trickle of blood down his face.

"Ah, shit! Perfect timing for a nosebleed."

He grabbed a rag off of one of the tables pressing it against his nose and looked out the peephole. Harvey was standing outside of his door looking very annoyed. Joker swung the door open and Two-Face strode inside the warehouse. He spun and glared at J.

"What the hell J? Where the hell were you?" He yelled in his deep gravelly baritone. Joker raised an eyebrow.

"Well you're not Harvey at all. Hey there Twoey, long time no see. Ya know I was really right in the middle of something when you decided to stop by unannounced."

"Shut it clown, just answer he damn question!" Joker pulled the towel away from his nose and it seemed he had stopped bleeding already. He tossed it aside before answering.

"I'm not sure what you're referring to Two-Face. Where was I meant to be?" Two-Face slapped his hand down his face in frustration.

"The god damn sit down, J! You skipped out and now there's a power vacuum developing! The smaller families are already fighting one another and if you don't get your head out of your ass and take control of your business you stand to lose it. The last thing we need is another war on our hands." Joker shrugged.

"Why didn't you just call me?"

"I did asshole! I've been trying to reach you since last Thursday!"

"Oh, sorry about that Twoey, I forgot that I have been incommunicado. Smashed my phone. Heh." Two-Face scowled at J.

"Well get a fucking new one. We need another sit down, and you had better be there this time. Us Rogues have to stick together, J. We need a show of force and for that we need you. You always know just how to pull the rug out from under everyone." Joker's lips quirked over to one side.

"Yeahhhhh, about that. Um, bad news buddy. I kinda have scheme block right now."

"What the hell is that?"

"I'm just not feeling inspired. I haven't been able to come up with a new gag or scheme in weeks. I don't know what's come over me."

"Well you need to hurry up and get over it J, because it looks like for the first time in a long time the Maroni's and Falcone's are working together to de-throne the Clown Prince of Crime. Word has gotten out about your little meltdown J, and the families see you as weak. They think right now that you're easy pickings. Everyone knows you hold the lion's share of Gotham. You're making yourself a target."

"How the hell did anybody find out?" J screamed.

"You killed one of Black Mask's dealers, you idiot! They sent someone to ask around about him and discovered the mess you left. Oh, by the way, Black Mask is pissed and is requesting restitution for the kid you kackked."

"Oh I knew Roman would get his panties in a bunch over that if he found out. Fine, how much is he asking for?"

"$250k."

"Is he out of his friggin mind? $250 for a street dealer?"

"Told you, J. Easy pickings." Joker scoffed.

"Fine. When do we have the next sit down?"

"How long will it take you to come up with something?" J shook his head.

"I don't know. A week at least."

"Fine, I'll put out the word that you're calling the sit down for next Friday. Make sure you bring Harley too. People are either scared of her or covet her, either way she adds to your mystique. Where is Harley anyway." Joker just realized he'd had her tied up in the bedroom alone for the past thirty minutes.

"Shit, she's gonna kill me. Harv, hate to do this to ya, but you've gotta go now. Things around here are about to get ugly."

Two-Face wasted no time, he had no interest in witnessing a Joker/Harley domestic.

"Later J. Next Friday, don't forget!"

The door closed and J ran up the stairs to untie his very pissed off girlfriend. He released her arms first which may have been a mistake because she was able to rip the gag off.

"You pasty faced sonofabitch! How dare you leave me tied up like this?"

She ripped off the blindfold as he released her ankles. She kicked backwards the moment she was free and the heel of her stiletto caught him squarely in the nuts. Joker cradled his damaged testicles and went down on his knees with a groan. She managed to free herself from the remainder of the bonds, stood and punched J in the face.

"You ASSHOLE! You've been doing coke behind my back? What else have you been lying to me about?"

She turned and walked into the closet to change clothing and pack an overnight bag. Once he was actually able to speak again he squeaked out an answer as he continued clutching his sack.

"Nothing Pumpkin, I promise." He watched as she emerged dressed in jeans and a sweater with a duffel bag over her shoulder. "Where are you going?"

"None of your damn business Mistah J! And for future reference, ball gag or not, no means no!"

She slapped him across the face, hard, and stormed out of the hideout. He rubbed the red hand mark on his face as he watched her stomp across the warehouse slamming the door behind her. He sighed, when it rains it pours.

Across town in the Palisades Doctor Leslie Thompson had just finished a thorough examination and battery of tests on Bruce Wayne. The family waited on edge as she prepared her diagnosis. She flipped through her notebook and addressed Alfred, Dick and Damian.

"So I have reviewed the test results thoroughly and I can attest that there is no underlying neurological condition that's contributing to Bruce's memory loss. That leaves us with a rare form of transient global amnesia. As such there's just no telling when he'll snap out of it or what might bring his memory back around. We'll just have to monitor him and be patient." Dick wrung his hands.

"Leslie, that's not good enough. We need Bruce back. Gotham needs its real Batman back. The families are already close to war!" She shook her head.

"I'm sorry Dick, I know that's not what you wanted to hear but it's the truth. He could snap out of this tomorrow or a year from now. There's nothing you can do to speed up his recovery, I'm sorry to say."

"Yes, well thank you for your expert opinion Doctor Thompson. We truly appreciate your time and effort." Said a sad looking Alfred Pennyworth.

Bruce was currently sedated in his bedroom. Once safely home, Alfred had gotten him showered and shaven, dressed and settled back into his own room before meeting with Dr. Thompson.

"I'll be back by tomorrow to check up on him. Call me if there's any change."

She turned towards the door and Alfred escorted her to her vehicle as Dick paced the cave. Damian watched him idly as he fiddled with his IPod.

"There has to be something we can do to jog his memory."

"Tt. Stop your crying Grayson. Gotham doesn't need a neurotic Batman so you need to get a grip. Until father recovers we're Batman and Robin whether you like it or not."

"I know, I know Damian. I'll do the job until he's recovered but the sooner that is the better. Surely something will help him remember who he is. I'm going to go find the old photo albums. You coming Dami?"

"Tt. Why not. At least I can chuckle at you in your booty shorts and pixie boots."

"Hey don't knock the pixie boots, they were totally groovy back in my day."

"Tt."

Ivy peered out the peephole to see her best friend standing there. She opened the door and waved her inside.

"Harley, what are you doing out at this hour?"

"Hoping I can crash here tonight."

Ivy scanned Harley's face and body. She seemed okay, which was unusual. Usually if Harley came to crash she was beaten half to death and bawling hysterically.

"Of course you can Harls. Mind if I ask what happened this time?" Ivy noticed the odd way Harley was walking. "What the hell did he do to you?"

Harley went on to explain about what had been happening with Joker since she had left Ivy's. She explained the state of the hideout when she got there, the state of J, the shrine, the depression, the drugs and alcohol.

"Yeah Red, so apparently he's been doing a ton of coke behind my back which makes him do some pretty unusual shit."

"So why are you walking funny?"

"Coke makes him horny and very sexually aggressive, almost predatory. Ridiculously so. He about banged me raw over the past few days." Ivy chuckled.

"I'm surprised you're complaining."

"Yeah well, he took it too far tonight. Left me tied up by myself for a half hour while Harvey was over! I thought I was going to lose circulation in my hands." Ivy noticed the bruising around her wrists. "Worst of all he took my ability to consent away by gagging me and ignored me when tried telling him no." Ivy's eyes grew round at first, suddenly narrowing as her brows drew together.

"Are you saying he raped you?"

"No Red, nothing like that."

"Then what was it like?" She said sarcastically.

"I wanted to stop, he didn't. I was just too sore to continue. So he decided to use a different door. I didn't want him to but he did anyway."

"That sounds like rape to me." Harley rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't rape Red. We were already engaged in a consensual act. Power and mind games are all part and parcel to our regular sex life. He just took it a little too far is all. He still pissed me off though."

"So what are you going to do about it?" Harley shrugged.

"We're going to have to talk about the drugs. I can't live with him like this. I know he's still hurting. I can see that he's chasing the high. He's been abusing anything that gets his adrenaline pumping or releases endorphins, including my poor va-jay-jay, to battle the emptiness he's feeling. He's doing anything he can to fill the hole left by Batsy. I wish there were a pill I could give him that would make him feel better but also take the fight out of him a little." Ivy giggled.

"Well it's not a pill, but I have a suggestion." Harley looked up at the mischievous grin spreading across Ivy's face.

"Ooookay. So spill it already."

"You still have that jar I gave you?"

"Actually yeah, it's in your spare bedroom in the dresser. I forgot to bring it home last time I stayed over, why?"

"Because you're going to give it to J." Harley raised an eyebrow.

"Mistah J is not going to smoke pot, Red. Are ya nuts?"

"He doesn't have to smoke it. He doesn't even have to know he's ingested it. C'mon Harls, lets grab a few wigs and go to the grocery store. We need to pick up a few things." Harley looked very confused.

"I don't understand, what are we doing?"

"We're making J a batch of my special brownies. It'll make him feel good, mellow him out, take the 'fight' out of him and reduce the sexual aggression significantly. He may even put on a few pounds in the process. From what you've told me he could use it right about now."

"I don't know if this is such a good idea Red." Ivy shrugged.

"Right now it sounds like anything is better than a coked up Joker. Give it a try. It's completely natural and there's no chance of overdose. I think you'll be pleased with the results. He may even be a little nicer to you."

Harley rolled it around in her head for a while before making a decision.

"Ah the heck with it. Let's do it." Ivy smiled.

"That's my girl! C'mon, let's get going Harls!"