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A few months passed and now it was coming up to a year since I was admitted into Arkham. Harley and I continued to see each other every other night for our make out sessions. We started to get to know each other quite well; I found out that she use to live with her drunken aunty since her parents died in a car accident when she was little and that she was a trophy winning gymnast. Harley never asked me personal questions, but left it up to me if I wanted to tell her which I'm thankful for. Unfortunately a few months back, Oswald was released from solitary confinement and was now in his cell next to mine. But fortunately he remained quiet, fearing that an outburst would cause me to act violent which I really wanted to do to him but I couldn't risk not seeing Harley. No doubt if I attacked Oswald again I would be sent to solitary confinement myself and that wasn't worth missing out on my kissing sessions. That's all what is though, just kissing. We don't take it much further than that but there have been times I've come close to ripping her clothes off with need. I sigh at the memories of them heated moments when I hear the door of the session room open. To my joy, Harley came in with a smile on her face and with a miserable looking Dr. Arkham behind her, causing the smile to be wiped off my face.
"What's he doing here?" I growl as he takes her seat, forcing Harley to stand. "Haven't you ever heard of manners? Let the lady sit down!" I yell causing the oldest to give up his seat. Happy that the blonde has her seat back, I turn to the arrogant men for answers.
"As you know patient 299..."
"Mr. Joker!" Harley snapped, interrupting the older doctor.
"Excuse me?" Arkham growled.
"Dr. Arkham, this is MY session that you are interrupting! When speaking to MY patient I INSIST you call him by his name, NOT his patient number!" That's my girl!
"Every well Harleen!" He snapped, spitting her name then turned to meet my evil glare. "As we know...Joker..."
"Mr. Joker!" I laugh, enjoying the agony across his face when he said my name.
"Mr. Joker! It's nearly a year since you have been with us here at my asylum. Since this is the longest you have been here, without escaping, and you are probably not accustomed to our yearly reviewing scheme. After every year of a patients stay, we review their progress and see if any has been made. We also review the doctor assigned to you to see if they are suitable to continue their work. Your review will be at noon tomorrow and I suggest you behave yourself if you wish for your stay to be a comfortable one!" Is this bastard threatening me? I see Harley go to say something but before she could, Arkham turned to her. "And I suggest you get his file up to date and to get your notes organised! I will be seeing you both tomorrow!" Before one of us can say something, he left.
"That bastard!" Harley stated as she turned her gaze from the door. I go to say something but suddenly she was above me, kissing me. "God, I missed you so much" She breathed between kisses. I told her to go home at the weekend to relax, to take a break from staying here at night for our sessions in her office. Although now she looks fresher and more relaxed, back then I regretted sending her room while I lay in my cell alone for two nights thinking about our kisses.
"You look well baby" I whisper into her hair as she rests her body next to mine.
"Yeah I had a homemade spa weekend but it was boring without you there" she moaned. Well lay there for a minute or so, wrapped in each other's arms till she broke our silence. "Mistah J?"
"Yeah toots?" I ask as she pulls away and looks at me.
"I'm sorry but I really need to do some work for this review tomorrow and there are going to be some question you're not gonna like but I have to ask them" her face looked sad and gloomy. I thought about it for a second but came to the conclusion that if I wanted to keep her as a doctor I would need to answer them.
"Ok cupcake you can ask away if you stay here, I don't like it when you sit in that chair so far away from me" I smile, kissing her nose. Harley's eyes soon filled with happiness as she grabbed her folder and pen then sat up on the chaise.
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to Puddin"
"Puddin?"
"Urm... yeah..." she spoke shyly. I don't think she meant to say it, it must have slipped out. Puddin... puddin... as in dessert? I would love to give you dessert my dear.
"I like it" I smile to reassure her. Reading her pen, Harley smiled to be trying to make it less professional as possible to relax me.
"Childhood?" I sigh hearing her question. I hate these questions! I hope you know how much you mean to me Harl.
"To be honest toots, I can't remember. I've made up so much bullshit about abusive fathers and run away mothers that it all kind of sinks in together" I say watching her scribble it down. Thankfully she wasn't pushing me hard for answers, more like she was just accepting them.
"Why do you do the things you do?"
"Because I'm insane" I roll my eyes.
"Come on Mistah J"
"What? Isn't that what they want to hear?"
"Well yeah..."
"Ok then, why do think I do it?" I ask remembering her last answer from our first ever session.
"I use to think it was because you wanted to stand out from the crowd, that you wanted everyone's attention so you could show us something... but now I'm not so sure you want to stand out, I think you have to. I think you are trying to show the world what is in front of their eyes, that they are deluding themselves to reality. You are like an anarchist, fighting off the dooms of society, forcing people to see what isn't right about our daily lives. People won't understand because they have been brought up to turn a blind eye, brought up in a black and white world. That it's right or wrong. You are trying to tell them that if they look close enough between the two, you see grey. You are not insane, Mistah J, you just see things differently to them. You see the world in a different light" Harley's words shocked me. No one has ever come to this conclusion before and for once, it was the right one. I stare that her for a moment in amazement then I quickly kiss her on the cheek. I knew one day you would realize what I'm fighting for Harley but now it's time for you to decide. Are you deluded like they are or are your eyes finally open to the horrors out there?
"Very good Harl" I leave her to decide that one, the last thing I want to do is make her go insane.
"Sexuality?"
"I think we both know that answer" we laughed together. As I stare at her looking at the paper, I see Harley's eyes grow large.
"Urm... I think that's enough questions" she stutters.
"Harl..."
"So did you miss me?"
"Yes I did. What is the question?"
"What film did they show this time? Don't tell me it was beauty and the beast again" she laughs nervously. I quickly grab her arm and gave her 'I'm not joking' stare.
"What does it say Harley?"
"Batman" she whispers. I close my eyes and remove my hand from her arm with a sigh. I'm not ready to tell her yet but I've got to tell her something!
"Ok Harl... he is the most deluded of them all. Half of my victims would be alive and walking if it wasn't for the dork knight!"
"You're saying that he is preventing you from getting your point of reality across so you have to resort in forcing your opinions in a violent way? Causing hundreds of deaths because of one man is unwilling to listen to you"
"I knew there was a reason I wanted you as my doc" I smile.
"Oh and why is that?" She asks coyly ash her finger makes circles on my chest.
"Because I knew you would understand," I smile "plus you are fucking hot!" She giggles as I lay kisses on her neck.
"That's all I need to hear!" She beamed as I pull her closer.
"Great coz I'm missing out on my kisses!" I lay on top of her and we began kissing. After a while and many kisses later, we hear a buzzing noise and feel a vibration coming from her coat pocket. It was her alarm from her phone, reminding us that our session will be ending soon. Much to my annoyance, I move off her and allowed Harley to stand from the chaise.
"I'm gonna be in my office tonight, reviewing your file if you want to drop in" she winked as we both walk over to one of the doors.
"See you later baby" with a one final kiss, she left me in the room.
Harley was lying on the bed, watching the opening credits of a movie when I walked in. Standing over the bed, I give her a kiss and move over her to my stop on the bed. Resting my head on her shoulder, I notice a file on the table next to the bed.
"Is that my file?"
"Yep" she smiled and she snuggled her back closer to my chest. I stare at it for a moment and wondered.
"Can I read it?" Harley's actions stopped for a moment as she pondering on my question. Seconds passed until she reached for it and pasted me the brown paper folder. Lying on my back, I sit up to rest my back on the head board and opened the file.
First name: Unknown
Middle name: Unknown
Surname: Unknown
Aliases: The Joker, Jack, Jack White, Mr White.
Sex: Male
Age: 30-35
Relatives: Unknown
Summary: Much is unknown about The Joker. Highly intelligent and very cunning. Considered to be very dangerous and hostile towards others.
"That's what was in the file when I was assigned to you" Harley said, knowing I was reading the first page and worried I was mad at her.
"Don't worry toots, if I read something I don't like I won't be mad at you" I wink as I turn to the next page to her notes that are written nice above the lines.
Prefers to be called by his name, hates to be called by his patient number. Requested me as his doctor for reasons unknown. Rather have me figure out his feeling and thoughts than tell me himself. Hates it when people don't answer his questions. Believes he can't be cured, believes he is sane. Lies about his childhood to manipulate people to make them pity him and to make them do his bidding. Loathes the 'suits' upstairs. Likes to make jokes out of any subject no matter how bad the subject is. It was our first meeting and I was playing around with her on that day so I decided not to make a fuss out of it. As I read lower down the page, the notes seemed to change their tone.
Seems to enjoy our sessions. Gets jealous easily. Responded well to the trust exercise. Eager to learn more about people by asking questions. Always punctual and happy to start our sessions. Regards how others are feeling. No longer trying to manipulate people, starting to see things from others eyes. Always regards the feelings of his fellow patients. Capable of caring for others. Although he has threatened and killed many, he insists he would never torture or rape women/children and considerers that as a crime. AsI look below the paragraph; I see one line that shocks me. I read it over and over in my mind.
I, Dr. Harleen Quinzel, in my professional opinion, believes that The Joker is sane.
I stare at the worlds before me as if they weren't real. She believes me! She actually believes me! You can see it too Harley, you can see the grey that I have been trying so hard to show everyone else. You are the first person to ever understand what I'm saying. It fills me up with joy to know that finally someone sees what I can. If she can see this, then others can too. I go to close the file when a slip of folded paper fell out from its bindings. I take a quick glance at Harley, unfolded the paper and stared that the wonders in front of me. There on the page was a heart with the letter J, a plus sign and the letter H inside of it. Below that was a realistic sketch of my face and words next to it. They read 'Mistah J is handsome!' in fancy writing. Do my eyes really look like that? I stare at the handsome man in front of me, shocked to think it was meant to look like me. She thinks I'm handsome! Quickly folding up the paper and tossing it into the file, lean over Harley and placed the file back in its original place.
I hover over Harley for a moment, unable to take my eyes off her as she watches the movie. She truly is a beautiful woman. I place lips over her neck and start kissing deeply, happy when I was rewarded with a sweet moan escaping from her parted lips. My hands started to wonder over her precious stomach and made their way to her perfect breasts, deepening my kisses as I squeeze them. Her moans became louder making me harden behind her perky bottom. While one of my hands continued massage her breasts, the other slowly moved down her front and slid under her pyjama shorts. As soon as I felt them, I slid my hand under her panties to discover her shaven pussy. Letting out a moan of approval, I slid my fingers over her slit and quickly found her clit. I squeezed it between my fingers as my other hand dipped under her tank top, pinching her nipples. Hearing Harley's moans increase and her wetness dampening my fingers slightly, I removed hand from her panties and place it on her bottom. I chuckle hearing her whimpers but soon hear Harley moan again as I push her shorts and panties down her ass. Not wanting a moment longer, I push a single finger into her tight pussy. Harley threw her head back with a moan as I started to pump my finger into her, matching the rhyme of my other hand squeezing her breast. Removing my lips from her neck, I stare down at the blonde as I slipped another finger into her. Harley moaned loudly as she looks into my eyes.
"Fuck Harley, you are so fucking beautiful" I say as I pump her hard with my fingers. I could feel her walls getting tighter around my finger as she moved her hips, matching the speed and power of my pumping fingers. "That's it baby, cum for me" I whisper to her as I lower my face to her chest and took a nipple into my lips, sucking and licking it.
"Mistah J!" Harley cried out as she came, pouring her orgasm onto my fingers. I slowly pull them out as I lift my head to look in to her eyes. The blonde's face was all red, her hair was everywhere and sweat was forming on her forehead but to me she looks like an angel.
"You are so fucking perfect Harley Quinn" I breathe as I capture her lips.
"No you are, especially if you are going to do that again!" She laughs pulling away from our kiss. I stare down at her as I feel something lightly brush my hard cock. I look to see Harley's hand there gentle stroking it through the jumpsuit. Suddenly, she attacked my neck with kisses, causing me to fall on top of her. I lay there on top of her, digging my hard on into her as she pushes my clothes down my arms. With Harley still attacking my neck with kisses, I turn my head to the other side of the room and notice the clock on the wall. I immediately took my weight off her and stared into her eyes.
"Harley baby, it's late" I said nodding over to the wall. She looked at the clock and sighed, knowing what I'm saying is true.
"Aww!" She huffed as I stood from the bed.
"I know toots, I was having fun to but we have that review tomorrow and we need to be on top form" I smile down at the sex goddess before me.
"I know Mistah J" the blonde frowned. I quickly lifted her head up to see mine.
"Hey you, turn that frown upside down!" I laugh causing her to smile. "Besides we have plenty of time to be naughty tomorrow night" I wink at my girl causing her to blush. I bent down and gave her a long, deep kiss to fill both of our desires for now.
"Goodnight Mistah J" Harley whispered as I pulled away and walked to the door.
"Goodnight Harley Quinn" with that I walked out the door and left the office. I stood under the vent for a second, looked down the corridor and back to the vent again. I'm gonna need a cold shower; there's no way I'm crawling through a shaft on my belly with a hard on! With the decision made, I slowly walked down the corridor with a certain babe in my mind.
Soooo... go on tell me was it horrible?
That was my first ever sexual scene I've EVER wrote!
You could say that Joker popped my cherry!
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