Author's Note: I started a new job today, so not a hugely important chapter now, but the next one will be filled with all that wonderful violence and mania that comes from Joker and Harley going on a date. Now I have written smut into the end of this chapter, I'll put a page marker where it starts and ends so you may skip it if you wish. Keep in mind I don't write a lot of smut, so it may not be good.
Chapter Nineteen.
Harley frowned at the news channel playing in Jokers apartment, the blue light of the television was the only thing illuminating the room, as the woman on the news droned on. "Furthermore, Harleen Quinzel, kidnapped victim of The Joker is known to still be in his clutches. Police have declined to comment, though have made past statements of their determination to retrieve Doctor Quinzel safely" Harley turned the television off.
It was time, she decided, to make it known that she was Harley Quinn, and she was definitely not a victim. Harley turned and walked determinedly down the hall, knocking on Joker's office, before entering the room quickly. Joker was sat behind his desk, sharpening a large knife, an ominous look in the dim room.
Harley perched herself in her usual seat on the edge of his desk "Mister J, the reporters are still saying I'm a kidnapped victim. I think we should do something to show them who Harley Quinn is" She said, sending a beaming smile to him.
"Let's put on a little show" Joker sung in a slurred voice, before laughing wildly. "Mmm, yes, I like it. I like it, I like it" He purred, his voice like velvet. "Well I have an idea Puddin, I think my dressing room could use a little decorating" Harley grinned mischievously with her words.
Jokers shark toothed smiled beamed at her, his eyes sparking with a dark light "My Harlequin gets what she wants. Yes, we will, uh, join the party the gallery is throwing" He decided, a cackle filled with violence sent a thrill down Harleys spine. Harley clapped in her excitement "I'll call Scary Poppins to have her make us something special" She trilled.
"Daddy has to call his men, to make some arrangements for our little date. Go call Eileen" He dismissed, before motioning Harley forward with one finger. He pulled Harleys wrist abruptly as she leaned in, causing her to fall forward into his lap. She shrieked with laughter as the Joker cackled and kissed her deeply, then shoved her off the floor onto her feet.
Harley blew her usual kiss at Joker as she danced for the door, beaming as he mimicked shooting it from the air once again. Harley made her way to the kitchen where she made the call to Eileen. Harley only had to tell Eileen that she and Joker were going to a special event, before she told Harley that she would have clothing sent over the following day, and hung up without saying goodbye.
Harley spent the day with Joker, they plotted their date, as they had come to call it, Harley had the idea to invite the reporter who had caused the idea in the first place; they needed their guest of honor after all. Harley only needed to suggest the idea to Joker, before he made a phone call and declared that she would be invited.
When Harley's part in the plan was complete, and Joker was busy in the garage discussing the plan with his goons, Harley decided it was time she spruced up her hair finally. The ends had split from the chemicals, and she desired more colour to her look.
Popping downstairs to tell Joker, he had ordered one of his goons to drive her around, before pressing a shining golden gun into her hand. Harley had kissed him feveriously, without regard for the audience provided by the goons, and slipped the gun into the inner pocket of her jacket. A beefy man with an extremely crooked nose opened the door to a blacked out SUV for Harley, before sitting in the driver's seat without a word. Harley took it upon herself to chat constantly, telling him where to go around her nonsensical stories. Harley enjoyed watching his reactions to the ridiculous words that poured from her mouth.
He pulled up out front of a high end beauty salon, where he again opened the door for Harley, and informed her that we would wait there for her. Harley skipped into the salon, the strict looking blonde woman at the front desk raised an eyebrow at her demeanour. The salon was exactly as a professional salon should be, brightly lit, gleaming white floors and walls, and a strong smell of perfumed hair products.
Harley flicked one of Joker's many credit cards onto the shining chrome front desk "I want my hair done now" She said, throwing a beaming grin at the woman, letting a little malice seep into her expression to ensure the woman would do as she was told. "Do you have an appointment?" The woman questioned, sounding thoroughly bored. Harley leaned across the front desk as far as she could, allowing her shiny red jacket to slip slightly, so that her beautiful golden gun was on display "Not yet" She sung.
The womans dull eyes widened almost comically as she took in the gun, she pressed her lips together tightly and nodded, her head shaking like a bobble head doll. "O-oh, yes, yes of course. S-something just opened up. Please, right this way" She stuttered, looking panicked. She stumbled from her seat in her tall heels and lead Harley to a nearby salon chair, whispering to a stylish blonde man frantically, throwing quick glances at Harley.
The man nodded, and walked up anxiously behind Harley. "H-Hi, I'm Nick. What can I do for you today Ma'am?" He asked, shaking in his nervousness. Harley laughed, which only seemed to increase his anxiety levels. "Harley Quinn, nice to meet 'cha" she announced cheerily. "I want a little… excitement!" She said, throwing her hands out dramatically.
Nick still looked terrified, though he had stopped shaking, which was a good thing. "Can you trim the ends for me, and add some colour to the bottom half, Nicky? Blue on one side, pink on the other" She said, swinging her legs up into a cross legged position on the sleek black chair, and leaning back. Nick didn't attempt to talk to Harley, so she told more of her insane stories laughing when his face gave away his thoughts of humour or fear. When Nick began applying the dye, Harley's thoughts drifted to the colours she had chosen; pink and blue, the colours that had seeped from Harley and Jokers clothes along the surface of the chemicals.
Lost in the swirling colours of her mind, Harley snapped back to attention as Nick finished washing the dye out of her hair. She began humming an eerie tune as Nick carefully dried her hair, touching her as little as possible. He looked incredibly anxious as Harley studied her hair in the mirror.
Her hair looked healthy, it was light, bouncy, and soft to the touch. The colouring in her hair was beautiful, like candy floss, she thought delightedly. Harley began clapping, bouncing in her seat slightly "I love it! Good job Nicky" She cried, beaming at him. His relief was palpable as he exhaled and thanked her, making a quick getaway.
Harley twirled to the front of the store, watching the colours of her hair blur in front of her face. Harley skidded to a stop at the reception desk, swinging herself up to perch on the edge, next to the still terrified receptionist. The receptionist handed the card to her with a shaking hand, before saying goodbye quickly. Harley would bet the woman hadn't even charged it, she thought, laughing as she left the salon.
Bounding to the car, Harley jumped in, startling the guard, who nodded at her and started the car without a word. Harley sung loudly as she was driven back to Jokers apartment, the only thing left for her to complete her desired look was to add some colour to her skin, in the form of tattoos.
Harley was vibrating with excitement by the time she was back home (home, finally home, a voice in her mind said) and she raced past the goons gathered on the couches in the corner. Harley was bouncing as she waited in the elevator. Stepping out into the lounge, Harley caught sight of Joker sitting elegantly on the expensive couch in his black pants and suspenders (yet without a shirt).
Harley hurried over to him, pouncing over the couch to straddle Joker "Puddin'! What do you think?" She squealed twisting her head to make the colours twirl. Joker grinned, he laughed shortly, reaching out and pulling at a strand of hair. "Spectacular, baby" He slurred lowly, he threw his arms out to the side "Gimme a twirl, Harlequin!" He sung. Harley stood and spun for him, giggling delightedly.
Joker growled and stood, pulling her close, he pressed a kiss to her head before lifting her and twirling her once again. Harley was dizzy with delight as Joker released her and sat back onto the couch. "Want to give me my first tattoo, Mister J?" She asked, sitting beside him and swinging her legs over his lap. He bared his teeth at her in a grin, running his tongue over his silver teeth.
"I'll turn you into my work of art" He declared, laughing loudly as he stood. "Wait right there babydoll, I'm going to get my supplies" He added, walking from the room with a hint of a swagger. He was back quickly, having set up a small tattoo machine, with the dyes arranged on the glass coffee table. He snapped on a pair of purple gloves, a flash of Joker pressing the ECT machine to her head appeared before her eyes; dragging a loud laugh from Harley.
He swiped a sanitising wipe over Harleys cheek, just under her eye, and turned on the machine. With the tattoo gun raised her leaned in "This may hurt" He drawled, laughing loudly. Harley beamed at him "I can take it, Mister J" She said, mimicking her words from what felt like a lifetime ago.
The pain buzzed through her brain as Joker worked on a small tattoo on her cheekbone, though Harley never let her grin drop as she watched him work. He leaned back and examined his work "I can really see love all over your face when you, uh, look at me" He rasped, his voice wrapped in velvet. He cackled at his joke and raised a hand held mirror out for Harley.
Harley gasped in delight, a red heart was printed on her upper cheek bone, it was beautiful. "I love it, Puddin'! Oh please, there are two more I want right now!" She blurted happily, running her finger along the mirrored image of the heart. Joker laughed, a sound like daggers wrapped in silk, dangerous and heavenly.
Harley described the tattoos to Joker who pushed Harley down and began working. They spent the rest of the day in a hazy world of their own, Harley felt alive with the combination of buzzing pain and Jokers laughs at her gasps, whines, and occasional giggles wrapping her in a blanket of pain and ecstasy. Joker seemed to delight in the mixed pain and pleasure he was giving Harley, and added a tattoo of his own design to her back, telling Harley it was a surprise.
Harley stood shakily once he was done, she dragged him into a kiss, before bounding to the bathroom to study her new artwork. Lining just above her underwear, in the delicate space between her hip bones, was a swirling tattoo that read 'Lucky You". Pulling her shirt off entirely, Harley studied the next tattoo, a wonderful calligraphy just below her collarbone close to her left shoulder read "Daddy's lil Monster". Finally Harley turned her back to the mirror, arching her head to read the elegant scrawl in the middle of her shoulder blades that Joker had decided to add. "Property of Joker" it read surrounding a shaded skull in a Harlequin hat. The Joker was a wonderful artist, his linework was smooth and elegant, swirling in elegant whirls along her skin. She couldn't be happier with the art.
Harley slipped hurriedly applied a tattoo cream to her new work and after applying clear bandages, ran from the bathroom, slipping on a silken robe as she went. She jumped at Joker where he stood in the lounge, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as she peppered his face with kisses "I love them! Oh Puddin', they're perfect!" She said, her voice jumping in joy. Joker laughed slowly, cupping his hands around her behind tightly "Going to show me how happy you are, baby?" He growled.
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Harley laughed and bit at Joker's neck, earning a rumbling growl as he carried her to the bedroom they shared. Joker threw Harley down onto the large circular bed roughly as he hit the light switch, causing a hazy golden glow to settle upon the room. Joker stalked forward and joined Harley on the bed, shedding his pants as he walked. Harley stripped from her robe, throwing it to the side.
Joker groaned as he leaned forward and bit roughly along Harleys neck, licking along the imprints his teeth left. He moved down her body slowly, nipping at her skin and licking away the blood he drew. "You like it when it hurts, baby?" He questioned, running his nails along her thighs. "I like everything you give me Mister J" Harley breathed, clutching at the bedding beneath her fingers.
"You take your eyes off me and I stop" He muttered, as he ran a finger up Harleys center, she moaned at the contact "Please" She managed, Joker gave his shark toothed smile as he plunged two fingers into her, hooking them and dragging them out slowly, his eyes never leaving Harleys as she gasped and struggled to keep her heavy lids open.
Joker lowered his head and flicked his tongue over her clit, grinning at the noises Harley made when he began to pound his expert fingers into her, his tongue never ceasing its ministrations. Harley was a mess, almost coming undone with every movement. As Harley began to peak, he pulled away entirely, his hair ruffled as he sat up.
"Hands and knees" He ordered, his words slurring lowly in his desire, Harley hurried to comply, breathing quickly in anticipation. Joker wrapped a fist around Harley's hair and pulled it roughly, arching her neck back. She moaned again, feeling Joker's large erection press against her crotch. "You don't come until I say so, got that baby?" He commanded, pressing at her entrance. "Anything you say, Mister J" Harley managed, attempting to press herself back upon his member.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh" Joker tutted, pulling back slightly "Bad girl" He said, before raising a hand and spanking it firmly across Harleys behind. Harley cried out as he repeated the action twice more before slamming himself into Harley without warning, causing Joker and Harley's moans and groans to fill the air.
Joker continued at a punishing pace, one hand still pulling Harleys hair back, as the other reached around to rub expertly at her clit. Harley let out loud moans as he grunted harshly behind her. He felt amazing, every stroke shot a jolt of electricity through her body. Harley lost all sense of time, focusing only on the sensation of Joker pounding inside her, his hand rubbing at pinching at her cilt. She called his name, begging him not to stop.
Without warning Joker flipped their position. He lay back and pulled Harley back on top of him "Ride" He growled breathlessly, his tight muscles bulging. Harley gasped and lowered herself back down onto his large cock slowly, throwing her head back at the sensation. She traced his tattoos with her nails, before resting her hands along the tattoo of his name on his stomach, and began bouncing steadily.
Joker breathed heavily below her, his eyes dark with lust, never leaving hers. He raised his hand and gripped her throat tightly, choking her with just enough room for her to gasp in breaths. "Please Mister J, I'm gonna come" She pleaded, never allowing her pace to falter "Did I say you could?" He rasped, thrusting up suddenly. He began thrusting wildly, his pace never allowing Harley to grasp onto a steady rhythm, making her a mess above him; panting and gasping his name.
"Please Puddin', please" She pleaded again, running her nails harshly down Joker's chest, earning a growl. "Beg Daddy J for it, Harley" He ordered, never letting up on his intoxicating pace, his hand still clenched tightly around her throat. He brought his other hand to her clit once again, rubbing random patterns, causing an increase in Harley's desperate cries.
"Please Mister J, please. It's so good, I need to…" She begged, her words spilling out nonsensically. Joker grinned "Come for Daddy" He said again, his voice gravelly and low. He grunted and tightened his grip on her throat as Harley threw her head back, she called his name loudly, as she clenched around him. She spasmed slightly and collapsed on top of him, gasping for air.
Harley moaned again as she pulled off him, twitching as his still rock hard erection left her. "Show me what that pretty mouth can do, Harlequin" He ordered, watching as Harley slid down his body. She stared him in the eyes as she ran her tongue up his length, swirling her tongue around his tip, she tasted herself on him. He groaned and gripped her head, pushing down.
Harley took him into her mouth, bobbing up and down slowly before she relaxed her throat and took him all in. She was rewarded by a lengthy groan, as Joker growled her name and fisted her hair. He began pushing her head rapidly, guiding her head as she sucked, swallowed, and swirled her tongue. His groans increased quickly as pushed her head down as far as he could, Harley moaned around his cock, the vibrations increasing the groans Joker emitted as he came heavily down her throat. Harley swallowed quickly, licking the Joker thoroughly she pulled herself up and collapsed beside him.
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Harley panted as she rested her head on Jokers bare chest, her body slick with sweat. Joker inhaled deeply, exhaling heavily over Harleys neck. He pulled a pair of cigarettes from his bedside drawer, and placed one between his lips. Harley took one of her own, lighting it, and Jokers, before laying back and exhaling the smoke slowly. She began laughing, Joker soon joining her with his own manic laugh as they lay naked in bed, smoking slowly as bruises and thin trails of blood covered their bodies in twin expressions of their love.