"Doc, I did it! I got a Philosopher's Stone from Harry Potter!" Midoriya celebrated as he emerged in the Sanctum Sanctorum through a green portal. He looked around and saw that Doctor Strange came floating down from the second floor.

"Great, hand it over," Strange ordered, drawling it out. Midoriya passed the stone over readily, hoping against hope that this would heal his soul. "Before we test the validity of the stone, let's first do a couple of diagnostic spells to see the status of your soul," Stephen said as he made a few hand gestures that felt like a tickling sensation on Izuku. He then did a few more as he made a visual representation of the young lad's soul. It was still chipped and had Desiree attached, but it looked a little better than before, and by that he means a little, microscopic. "Just like I hoped, your soul is mending on its own. Not fast enough to be fixed in your lifetime, but a little bit."

"Sorry again, master," Desiree said sadly, hanging her head.

"Hey, none of that," Midoriya commanded as he picked up her head by her cold chin. "This isn't your fault, you didn't know."

"But I did know, kinda! It's my fault that you're like this."

"Yeah, it is, kind of. But we're gonna fix it with Doctor Strange's help, right, Doc?" Izuku asked, turning his head to look at the former doctor.

"Yes, if only to get you out of my hair with a clean consciousness," Strange snarked as he casted a few spells on the Philosopher's Stone. "Hmm, yes…this could work," he muttered to himself before teleporting the three of them to a new section of the Sanctorum, Stephen grabbing a specialized artifact from a pedestal. It looked like a large hourglass with the top exposed and it had a spruce-wood flair to it. He dropped the Philosopher's Stone into the top, it stopping halfway through the top portion of the hourglass magically, suspended in air by orange magic. He poured a bit of specialized magic into the top and it flowed over the stone like sand over a rock. It then began the process of filtering the magic from the Philosopher's Stone. "If my process is correct, which it is, then within an hour you should have your soul fixed, Midoriya."

"That sounds great, sir!" Izuku whooped, wondering how best to pass the time. "Got any games for me to play?"

Doctor Strange rolled his eyes as he soundlessly transported them to the basement, right in front of the old CRT television that had an NES on top with a controller. Strange casted a few spells and the NES and television turned on to life, the screen slowly turning on as the Super Mario Bros. 3 title screen came forth. The controller floated mystically over to the greenhead's hands, which he took readily. "Have fun for the next hour. I, on the other hand, need to make sure that the distillation process goes smoothly," Stephen said as he teleported away, leaving Midoriya and Desiree alone to play innocent games with each other.

"So all I have to do is just stay still?" Midoriya questioned, standing in the study of his sorcerer friend with said sorcerer and Desiree.

Doctor Strange nodded his head, holding a blue orb in his hands. "It's quite simply, really. As I said before I'll be pushing this into your sternum and it'll pass through your skin, mending your chipped soul within a week or two. Do not think this is a free pass to make wishes again, mind you, as that will make us do this process all over again," he warned as he suddenly pushed the orb into Midoriya, it passing through easily.

A chilling sensation washed over the young man, who then shivered at the feeling. "Woah! A little warning next time, please," Izuku requested, making the "please" gesture with his hands.

"Sorry, didn't want to risk if your body rejected it," Stephen said ominously, smoothing out the wrinkles on his clothing. "Well, it was nice knowing you, Midoriya."

"Huh?"

"It's not safe for you to keep going to this universe, or any universe for that matter. But I can't stop you, and I have a feeling you'll keep finding reasons to see me, is that correct?" Midoriya nodded along with his sex genie. Strange sighed as he massaged the crook of his nose, "Try to make it bi-monthly visits, please?"

"Nah, Doc, you need friends and to get out more. I'm really the only friend you know outside your sorcerer groupies."

"Did you seriously just call my coworkers and I groupies? Like we're in a band or something?"

"You can call it 'The Mystic Arts'…I like the sound of that!" Midoriya uttered cheekily, Desiree agreeing.

Strange just groaned.

This was not what he wanted.

In another universe, in another life, Mr. J was suffering. Ever since he injected himself with TITAN his blood has been poisoning him, killing him slowly over the months, at least that's what the doctors and nurses have been telling them ever since Hugo Strange has been importing them. It hurt Harley to watch her pudding develop a cough that spat up blood, it hurt to watch him wheeze for breath some days, it hurt to watch him slowly die. There was nothing she could do to help him, she wasn't smart like Mister Freeze or the B-Man, who could probably cure her pudding if they knew (and if they gave a rat's ass).

But Mr. J was somewhat prideful, not wanting help from them until it was the last thing he could do. So he sat on his mini throne, his face all kinds of fucked up as he coughed up more blood. He made a strained face as he sighed to himself, "Harley, I'm not getting any better, we need to contact and manipulate Mr. Icebox to help me," the Joker began, "In exchange we'll tell him where we're keeping his wife."

"Okay, pudding! I'll go tell one of our goons to send—"

Without warning a whooshing sound emanated from within the room, a green fluidic portal opening up. A box fell out of it with a note attached before it closed, unsettling the two individuals.

"What the hell is that?" Harley asked as she carefully got close to it. She read it before turning her head back to her most favorite person in the world. "Mr. J, it's addressed to you!"

"Give it to me, my dear."

Harley grabbed the box and skipped over to her sick man, the Joker reading the note:

Dear the Clown Prince of Crime,

Inside is a temporary cure to your affliction from the drug TITAN, combating the disease for a day or two. If you want a more permanent cure, call the number enclosed inside.

Sincerely,

Deku

"Who the hell is Deku? And how does he know about TITAN? Not even the media knows…" the Joker pondered as he opened the box and found two vials inside, both blue in color, and a piece of paper with a phone number on it. "Harley, drink a bit from one of them so I know it's not poisonous," he said as he offered one of the vials.

"Okay!" she said as she took it, downing a bit of it. "Mhm! It tastes like a melted blue raspberry slushie that you can get at Big Belly Burger!" Harley enthused, wanting to drink more.

"Give it back, Harley, this 'Deku' person could be telling the truth for some reason. Why help me, I have no idea," he said as he snatched back his cure from the girl's hand, downing the whole thing. Miraculously he felt 10x better already, he felt like he was younger, more vibrant than before.

"Pudding, your face! You look perfect!" Quinzel said as she handed over a mirror to her beloved. He looked at himself to see a perfectly unmarred face, just like how he used to look before he took TITAN. He decided to laugh dramatically in triumph like he used to, to see if his cough would come back. After laughing hard for the next twenty seconds he knew this temporary cure was the real deal.

"This Deku person knows their stuff, I simply must get a more permanent cure before this wears off," he said, mostly to himself, as he took out his smartphone and called the number inside.

"Joker?"

"The one and only! I'm guessing you're the 'Deku' guy, right?"

"Yep. How's the temporary cure treating you?" Deku asked, sounding like pubescent child. This is something he could manipulate.

"I feel fantastic! I could use a mind such as yours, you know," Joker said, "Why, you could probably give Bats a run for his money."

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm good. I'm sure you called for a more permanent cure, correct?"

"Correct correct, my good sir! What do you want? Money, guns, Harley?" the Clown Prince of Crime listed inanely.

"Actually yes, I'd like Harley. You give me a night with her and you'll have a cure to your affliction the next morning."

Joker looked over to his sidekick, who was looking intently at him. "It's not like I can't replace her. It's a sacrifice I am willing to make."

"When and where, Deku?"

"Are you sure about this, Mr. J? I don't like the look of this place…" Harley voiced her concerns, finding herself in a spruced up room in the abandoned GCPD, specifically the holding cell area. There was a clean Queen-sized bed in the center of the room with a night table that looked out of place due to its newness. There was a note on top that read:

No weapons or men with you. Wait until the portal appears, alone and harmless.

Sincerely,

Deku

"I'm sure, Harley. If I want to be cured we need to listen to this 'Deku' teen for the time being, until we can cap him in the head for his helpfulness," Joker sinisterly plotted through the phone.

"How do you know it's a teenager in the first place, sweetie?"

"It's all about how they speak, my dear. He wasn't gruff and stoic like Bats, nor did he sound mature. It sounds like his adam's apple was finally coming through, to be honest," the Joker revealed his thought process. "Whatever age he is doesn't matter, I don't care whether he's a newborn baby or an elderly man you can easily push down the nursing home stairs, you will follow whatever orders he gives you when the time comes, understand?" he commanded threateningly.

"Yes, Mr. J!" she enthusiastically listened. "I just hope he's not into weird stuff…" she trailed off, really not wanting this "Deku" guy to be into scat or piss, but most especially the former. She didn't get to ponder for long before another green portal opened up before her her. She watched as a young man with green hair and diamond-shaped freckles came out of it. He looked no older than sixteen, and had a bit of baby fat on his face. "You're 'Deku?'"

"Got a problem with that?" Deku asked, the portal staying open behind him.

"No, just thought you'd be taller," Harley admitted before she sighed. "So what depraved acts do you have in store for me?"

Deku smiled ferally, "Oh you'll find out. We have all night after all," he began before looking to an empty corner of the room. After a couple of seconds of silence he then commanded forcibly, "Take off your clothes, get on the bed, and then on your knees." Deku watched as she stripped sensually, clearing putting on a show for him by teasing him. Her fat, juicy ass seemingly got bigger when she pulled off her skirt and her knickers, which was a little damp from his boldness. She got on the bed and onto her knees, waiting for her next order. Deku grinned with satisfaction as he unzipped his jeans, kicking it aside as he stripped to his underwear. He took that off as well to reveal his 7 inch cock, which Harley looked at with apprehension and shock.

"God, you're bigger than Mr. J! How do you keep that hidden?" she asked curiously, poking it with her index finger and seeing it bob up and down eagerly, leaking a bit of precum. It was engorged with blood, covered in criss-crossing veins, and looked powerful.

"With magic," he half-joked, being partly serious. "What should I do next, Desiree?"

"Make her suck your cock, she looks like a good little whore who can please her man," Desiree spoke up from the sidelines, being in the room ever since Midoriya entered through the portal.

"Suck my cock, Harley," he ordered, mentally twitching his cock so it bobbed up and down like earlier. Harley tentatively grabbed the base of his cock, it feeling thick and meaty. She slowly began to stroke it, much to the unamusement of Deku.

"Master, she's not listening. Force her to," his sex genie guided sadistically.

"I said to suck, Harley. So," he grabbed her head and pressed her mouth against the tip, forcing her head down up to the 6 inch mark, "suck!" he commanded, feeling her wet and moist cavern that was her mouth/throat. "God, another inch and you'll be deepthroating me," he mused, using his hands to move Harley's head to better pleasure himself. "Do I have to do everything? Get moving!" he ordered. Harley finally got it through her thick skull and began to go up and down on his cock, sucking and moving her tongue to better pleasure Deku.

She briefly stopped to come up for air, a trail of saliva connecting her mouth and his cock. "God, you're big! How does it feel?"

"Sugar, she's not even stroking you while she breathes, correct her," she said loudly, knowing that the former psychologist couldn't hear her.

"What are you doing, Harley? Stroke me or this will take longer."

"Sorry, Deku," she apologized, beginning to jerk him off with her dominant hand. "How long is this gonna take?"

"Until I cum," he answered, feeling slightly bad for her before Desiree chimed out.

"Nuh uh, sugar! She signed up for this to save this Joker guy, so she should be ready for anything you'll dish out," Desiree argued, crossing her arms. "She's in a long, long night."

"Ah, fuck!" Harley Quinn squealed in pleasure as she got railed by the young stud. They've been at it for hours now, non-stop orgasms for the both of them. He was currently pistoning in and out of her like a machine, and it felt incredible! He was hitting every nook and cranny of her pussy, hitting her G-spot especially, which caused her eyes to roll to the back of her head in ecstasy on every successive hit.

"God, Harley! I don't know what Joker is thinking, but he is a fool for not indulging himself with you!" Izuku praised as he gave her bum a hard smack, leaving a nice red handprint on the woman.

"Don't talk bad about Mr. J! If he wanted to he could kill you!" she reminded, meeting back every thrust by pushing back.

"Shit, you're so tight!" he complimented, grabbing at her breasts to suckle on. His tongue circled around her areola before he applied suction to the nipple, which felt godly to Quinn. Mr. J never did this with her, not even when they were trying for a baby. He wasn't even half as active as Deku was, and it was making Harley see stars. "Where do you want me to cum?"

"On my tits!" she answered immediately. Deku pulled out quickly and Harley stroked him until completion, him cumming all over her breasts and painting them white with his spunk. It flowed like a river, covering all that she had. It was quite hot, almost scalding, but it felt good.

"That was good, that was good," Deku repeated himself, feeling quite good from the sex. He got up from the Queen-sized bed and went over to his pants that was on the ground. He rifled through it until he pulled out a blue vial of (presumably) the permanent cure. "Give this to the Joker with regards from me. I've made it in a plastic test vial, just to make sure he doesn't drop it and break the only chance he had to curing himself," Deku explained, passing it to the sweaty and tired Harley Quinn. She took it and held it tightly, as if not to drop it accidentally.

"You did well, sugar," Desiree praised, clapping him on the back. He didn't focus his attention to her, however, as that would make him appear crazy.

"Thanks, Desiree!" he mentally told her. It was quiet in the room until Quinn spoke up:

"Thanks, Greenie," Harley said.

"You know, I have a friend who calls me exactly that," he began, pulling on his blue jeans.

"Oh really? Is she pretty?" she asked as she got on her stomach, waving her legs through the air as she gazed at him.

"Yeah, but she doesn't dress up much, or at all for that matter. She's an inventor, if you must know."

"I like that in a lady, being smart I mean," Quinnzel explained herself, getting off her stomach to put her clothes on. "It was nice doing this with you, Deku," she thanked, watching him put on his shirt and pull out a sleek gun-looking device. She saw him pull the trigger and a portal open up like from before. "Woah, that's awesome! You sure you don't want to work for Mr. J and me? We can pay you handsomely for stuff like that," she offered.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't find myself working with criminals too often, so this was a one-time thing, Harley," he said as he readjusted the V-shaped device on his sternum. "Have a good life, and say hi to the 'B-Man' for me," he farewelled as he left through the portal.

"Bye bye, Greenie," she said to the empty room, already missing her potential fuck buddy. She looked at the plastic vial of the cure for her Mr. J, and she gripped it tightly as she then made her way back to her pudding, her steps lighter than years.