"You sure you don't wanna stay at home with me?" Joker teased Harley as she was leaving for a night out with Ivy.
"Don't worry I'm going to miss you Pud', but I'm also going to be enjoying myself and talking trash with Red" she reassured him.
"I'm sure I could make you really enjoy yourself" he whispered seductively.
Her knees went weak from the hot air brushing against her ear and the way his hands stroked up her sides. She took hold of his wrist and placed them firmly against his chest whilst giving him a stern look, he raised a suggestive eyebrow and she sighed and shook her head as she was reaching behind her to open the car door.
"I just don't want a bunch of sleezeballs bothering you" he admitted, pulling her hips to him.
She caught her breath when she felt him brush against her bare inner thigh and she damned herself for the itch that settled between her legs. He clearly knew the effect he had on her and he gave her a sly smirk as he looked down at her lustful gaze.
"Reds waiting" she cleared her throat.
"At least take this with you" he reached for his shoulder holster and handed her his own personalized gun.
"Wow, thank you" Harley looked down at the gun in awe, admiring the fine lines and shiny metal of the powerful firearm, her fingers tracing the embedded classic card joker on the handle.
"Be careful with it though, not careful using it no, shoot everyone for all I care, but you know… be careful not to scratch it or break it"
"I promise I'll treat it as a treasure". She said as she stuffed it down her handbag.
"Bye, I'll see you later" she pecked his cheek before taking her seat in the back of the black and gold Bentley.
"Remember no drinking and look out for yourself!" Joker yelled as the car was rolling down the driveway.
"He's really protective of you, you know that right?" Rocco, Jokers right hand and the current driver of the car, said.
"I know" Harley scoffed but smiled.
"He's never cared about anyone before you, he didn't care about people getting themselves in trouble or even dying, not even the men working for him. In his life people are just puppets, filler extras, and expendable. I've never seen him value life as much as yours, not even his own".
The following silence left room for loud thoughts, and Harley looked out at the dark backstreet passing by, letting his words settle.
"Yeah, I forget sometimes but deep down I always know". She smiled down at her knotted hands in her lap, reflecting over The Joker and her love for him… and his supposed love for her.
She met up with Red right outside the club and almost tripped her over with a power hug.
"Ready to get hammered and dance our asses off?" Ivy asked with a laugh as they both cut their way through the line. Luckily Ivy had had a few nightly meetups with the bouncer over the past month and they both were invited straight in without payment.
All memory of Jokers rules against drinking were long forgotten as Harley noticed tonight's offer on pink martinis.
A couple hours later the blonde and the red head were bent over laughing at their table littered with martini glasses and mojito soaked mint leaves.
"My ankle sprained pretty badly but I guess I got lucky, I don't think he could pee normally for about a week."
"Harley, I don't want to hear about your sex stories with the clown" Ivy exclaimed with a disgusted look on her face.
"But you tell me all the details about you and Harvey" Harley giggled.
"Well, I and two-faced-bitch-boy is history now" she retorted.
"For good?" Harley grinned knowing the on and off's of Harvey's and her friends relationship.
"For good" Ivy confirmed, raising her glass to the statement and clinked it against Harley's empty one.
"Talking about single life" Ivy nodded towards a man hunched over the bar, bulky muscles ripping under his shirt and tattoos covering all visible skin.
"I'm going to go fix me a warm bed for the night" she winked at Harley and began her stumbling way towards the bar.
Harley watched her friend as she was flirting her way through the conversation and then saw them leaving the club together, practically already jumping each other. She realized that she was on her own now and that she should probably call it a night and get as much sleep as possible before having to get up the next day.
She knew she was supposed to call either Rocco or Joker or any of the henchmen to come pick her up but her intoxicated brain couldn't figure out how to unlock her phone and she figured it was early enough to safely walk home. At the moment she was more concerned of putting one foot in front of the other rather than what was lurking in the shadows. Her vision was foggy and the swaying of her drunken mind made her motion sick. She leaned against a building, pushing the bile back her throat before attempting to walk home again.
She thought she had slipped and fell but soon realized that she was being carried. She tried to fight whatever was holding her but before she knew it she was placed in the trunk of a car and it all soon went black.
The clocked flashed 2 in the morning and Joker was pacing his office with quick steps as he tried to call Harley for the tenth time. He stopped to take a deep breath and ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Oh that girl is in for such a spanking when she finally gets her disobedient as home he thought. Wait, why should he patiently wait for her… she was the one out enjoying herself on the expense of his patience and she couldn't even pick up her goddamn phone?! Now he was going to go straight to the club and bring her home himself and then punish her for making him do so.
He was laughing at all the ways possible for him to punish her all the way to the club but upon entering the laughter subsided as he soon realized the absence of his Harley.
"You thought you saw her leave?"
"Y…ye..s" A frail, young brunette waitress stammered as Joker held a crushing grip around her wrist.
He growled darkly and disjointed her wrist by twisting it back sharply before realizing her.
He stomped outside and looked down the empty road ahead, he raised his gun and shot a dumpster bin and then went off at the streetlight above him, laughing distressingly whilst doing so. Releasing his anger on his surroundings cleared his mind and an idea struck him. He had implanted a tracking device in Harley's phone when they first met and he praised himself for his own genius.
She opened her eyes and was instantly blinded by a bright light. The room stench of death and acid, and after a short moment she realized that she was laying on a cold and hard surface. She attempted to open her eyes a second time and now when her eyes had adjusted to the light she could make out her surroundings. The walls and floor was of the same sort, dirty white, clinker tiles and the room was completely empty of furniture expect a dusty old sink that seemed to be leaking and a broken tub smeared in dark gore.
Her mind was still foggy and she struggled to make sense of the situation, the last things she remembered was Red chatting up some dude and then it all went black. She didn't know if she was supposed to be scared or worried or if this was dream or not. Her train of thought was cut short when a door creaked behind her.
Heavy footsteps enter the room from behind her and soon enough a man is crouched over her.
"What a pretty little thing you are" the man says creepily.
His face is swollen and heavily scarred, greasy black strands of hair is clinging to his balding scalp, and when he exposes his yellowed, broken, teeth a rotten stank leaves his mouth.
"Wish I could say the same for you" she retorts with a disgusted look on her face.
"Feisty to" he chuckles.
"Why am I here?" she asks, desperately trying to remember how she got here.
"I've been watching you for a long time Miss Quinn and tonight when I saw you walk down the mean roads all alone I just couldn't help myself. You see, I saved you."
"I don't need saving, I can handle myself just fine" She spits.
"Oh but you do. You needed to be saved from you own life, you're free now… free from the madman that held you hostage".
It all dawns on her now and she pushes herself up from the floor.
"He freed me from the chains of society and I will never be as free as I am when I'm with him".
"Is that what he told you?" he says in pity. "Poor, poor girl" he coos as his hands reach out for her. She tries to bat him away but he's much stronger and heavier, he grabs hold of her wrists in one hand as the other reaches for her waist.
"Get off me!" she struggles but he has her locked in an iron grip.
She goes for the basics and shoves her knee up his between his legs. As the man falls to the hard floor with a loud thud and curses whilst curling into fetal position a loud clapping echoes of the walls. Harley turns around and her heart stops when she spots her Puddin' standing in the doorway.
She runs to him and almost knocks him out as she sobs into his warm chest.
"Ya, ya get off of me" he mutters trying to sound annoyed whilst prying her off him.
"How did you find me?" she blinks up at him with pooling blues.
"Intuition" he says, holding her to him.
He places a finger under her chin and tilts her face up before lightly brushing his lips against hers. She pushes up against him and locks her hands in his hair to steady her as the kiss intensifies. A sound from behind them interrupts them and they both turn to look at the man rising from the floor.
"Don't do it Harley" he warns her.
Joker takes a quick look at her to insure himself that she isn't falling for the man's tricks before firing a sharp shot to man's knee. He falls to the floor yet again and screams loudly as another bullet hits his right shoulder. The couple walks up to the bloody mess of a man and stares down at the sad sight that he is.
"Is it that difficult to keep those chubby hands from touching other people's stuff?" Joker asks, shaking his head from side to side.
"You don't deserve her" he bravely spits back.
"Oh that I already know" he chuckles. "But she still belongs to me".
Joker follows the man's gaze and notices the way he looks at Harley and her only, this only cause more laughter to erupt and he bends down to the man forcing him to look at him instead.
"I suppose you think that you're a better candidate for my girl?" he asks, his voice dripping in venom.
"I…I… ye…yee..yes" the man stutters in fear.
Now The Joker breaks out in a full fit of laughter and an eerie aura sets in the room.
"Let's just kill him off and get back home" Harley pleads, rubbing his arm trying to calm him down.
"Oh but I have other plans" he says wickedly.
He notices Harley's confused face and chuckle deeply.
"I think my little harlequin is still deemed to be punished for obeying me" he's tone of voice sending shivers through her body.
"I'm sorry daddy, but it wasn't my fault". She pouts her lips and flicker her eyelashes at him, feign innocence.
"No, nothing ever is" he says sarcastically.
Before Harley can speak up his lips is on hers and lust lay heavily in the air.
A tired whimper brings them back to reality and an idea hits The Joker.
"How about we throw him one last show before he dies, give him something he really wishes for" he sneers down at the body, kicking at his busted knee just to watch him curl up and squeal.
Harley quickly catches on Jokers idea when he brings her in for another scorching kiss.
"You sure about this Pud'?" she asks when pulling away for air.
"You don't want me?" Joker asks in mock offended.
With those words all thought of the situation is forgotten and Harley throws herself in for another suffocating kiss.
"So easy" he thinks out loud, luckily for him it only comes out in a dull whisper and Harley doesn't acknowledge it.
Her lips stray from his mouth and makes their way along his jaw before nibbling at his throat. His hands travel up her dress and cup her bum, squeezing it before playfully slapping one cheek. She yelps as the vibration sends a jolt of pleasure through her and a warm feeling settles in her stomach.
Her short fingers are fervently working on the buttons of his shirt and as it comes off fully she takes a moment to appreciate his taunt abs tensing underneath his flesh. Her gaze follows each and every line of tattoos marbling his perfect pale skin, bending and moving with each flex of his muscles.
Suddenly she is grabbed and brought down to the floor, his body towering over her. Her dress is discarded in one quick move and Joker growls in appreciation when he notices that she isn't wearing a bra. Her nipples are already erect from the chill air but he still teases them to tighten even more with the silver grill on his teeth. She whimpers and arches her back as the cold metal envelopes her sensitive bud but moans when she feels a warm flood of lust between her legs.
She moves her hands down to work on his belt whilst his teeth bite down on her neck, bruising and sucking causing the blood to surface. She whimpers in anticipation when she feels his length resting against her thigh and he emphasizes the excitement by thrusting up, pressing his aching hard on against her soaked cunt earing himself a broken moan and scratches down his back.
He lightly brushes his fingers against her panty line causing her hips to jolt up before ripping them clean off of her. His chuckle comes out thick with lust when he feels just how wet she is for him.
"I've seemed to found myself a little exhibitionist" he muses.
He looks over his shoulder to check on their audience and a feeling mixed with jealousy and power hits him when he notices the man's desperate face expression. He looks down at the woman beneath him as he takes himself in his hand and teases her opening. Her eyes are firmly locked on him, pure desperate lust swarming them, her lips slightly parted, and her chest heaving quickly.
"Please" she pleads and blinks her eyes, trying to stop the tears threatening to spill.
"Beg properly" he orders.
"Pretty please… aghh!..Daddy"
Her body tenses as he pushes himself, inch by inch, inside of her tight warmth. Her walls struggle and he know it hurts her to some degree but it doesn't take long before she's begging him for more and faster.
A thin sheen of sweat covers his chest and a single droplet threatens to spill from his upper lip. Harley tangles her hand in his hair and brings his face down to hers, licking the sweat from his upper lip and earning herself a tug on her lip.
The sound from their wet bodies colliding and sliding against each other is bouncing off the walls and mixes with the grunts and moans emitting from them both.
Meantime the dying man on the ground is struggling against ignoring and looking at the captivating scene in front of him.
"Jealous?" Joker taunts the man, grinning wickedly as he delivered an extra hard thrust causing Harley to groan loudly in pleasure.
She proceeds to bring her legs around his waist and push him down deeper inside her. He laughs at her desperation and gives her what she wants. Forcing his incredible length all the way inside her and reaching the very end of her, causing her to whimper in slight discomfort.
"Ahh… shit" Joker can feel how he is nearing his end but he need to bring Harley down with him.
Trying to refocus from the pleasure he pushes up and hit her g-spot right on, causing her to yell his name and squeeze him tightly. He can barely move inside of her now because of the way her walls tighten around him on each stroke. He spreads her legs wider and continues to stroke past her g-spot and hits her cervix hard on each thrust, bringing his hand down to rub her clit.
The sensation of his fingers rolling her bud of nerves makes her head spin and she's now trashing all around him trying to comprehend the pleasure hitting her.
"Fucking hell" she exclaims as she rides out her orgasm around him, panting and pulsating beneath him. He releases on a grunt the second she's done and falls on top her.
"Shows over" Joker announces after getting dressed and ready to leave.
He shoots the man twice in between the eyes and proceeds to call out "curtain call" followed by loud laughter.
"Let's go home" he tells Harley and then leads her out of the building to the car.
"You know what Puddin'? That was the best punishment ever" Harley giggles as they're entering the car.
"Oh, that wasn't your punishment" he says as he's revving up the engine.
"So I'm not getting punished?" she asked with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"I'm a man of surprise, you won't see me coming when I choose to attack" he explains, shifting gear and accelerating down the dark streets of suburban Gotham.