Mr. Atwell worked at a bank job, a bank job that he hated. He thought about that movie American Psycho a great deal, the freedom of killing everyone in the building...but instead he had gone to therapy. And then, not that long ago, his therapist had dumped him. Now he just lived with his urge to massacre. Atwell was a small unasumming looking man, with thinning blonde hair and glasses. Nothing to look at really. Someone who could easily dissappear, but one day he promised himself, everyone would know who he was, everyone would know his name.
He walked into his apartment, not bothering to turn on the lights, but as soon as he had shut and locked his front door, he realized the television was on. Frowning, he walked into his living room wondering if maybe he had left it on when he stopped in a panic. He saw the shadow of a man sitting there, his legs crossed while he bounced his foot, watching TV. The show he noticed was some cartoon and the man sitting here was nibbling on microwave popcorn. “Who are you?” Atwell hissed. He glanced around swiftly looking for anything he could use as a weapon.
The man patted the space next to him. “Shush, sit down. This is the best part!”
Atwell stood still and started to pull out his cellphone from inside his jacket pocket when a large handgun suddenly appeared over the top of the couch pointed directly at him. “No talking and sit down,” the intruder ordered and then added, “Atwell.”
Atwell dropped his phone at the sudden appearance of the gun. The phone hit the floor with a loud clack. Atwell hurriedly came around the couch to comply and sat down. He glanced at the man next to him; the light from the television showed white pale skin, a long sharp nose and chin, bright red lips and a large grin. The man was wearing a Pinkie Pie baseball cap.
The man threw a piece of popcorn into his mouth, snickering at the cartoon before he turned around to face Atwell. “So, you like cartoons?”
Atwell frowned. “Ah, not really...”
“Ah, too bad, you're really missing out. Some of the old ones have some classic comedy!” The man rested his arm along the back of the couch, the gun's barrel coming to rest on Atwell's shoulder.
“So anyway, Mr. Atwell, you used to be a patient of one gorgeous and very funny Dr. Quinzel?”
The man looked startled. “Ah...yeah, a while ago.”
“Have you seen her recently? Sent her any flowers? Trying to romance her?” The man on Atwell's couch turned around to face him, a very large (and not quite humorous, in Atwell's opinon) smile on his pale face. The smile was startling and Atwell suddenly felt very sick. “No, I haven't?”
“Hmm...now how can I believe you Atwell, buddy, old pal? Hmmm?”
Atwell started to open his mouth when suddenly the man turned around swiftly and a dagger was slammed into the top of Atwell's knee. Atwell screamed and Joker leaned forward, bringed the hand up from holding the knife and covered his mouth. “Oh now, now Atwell...let's have a nice little talk about your relationship with Dr. Quinzel, okay? Okay.”
Joker slowly let his hand down, Atwell whimpered in pain, but Joker giggled and ripped the knife out of the banker's leg. Atwell let out a startled scream of agony.
“Let's get started,” Joker said with enthusiasm as he rubbed his hands together. “I have at least one other guy on my list to visit tonight, then I need to get home to the missus. You know how that can be.” Joker grinned and then stabbed the knife in Atwell's shoulder, a few drops of blood splattering his face. Joker started to giggle. “Well, maybe you don't...seems to me you're living the bachelor's life here. So, where were we? Oh yes...Dr. Quinzel.”
When Joker left, the sad Mr. Atwell was choking on his own blood. Poor man, really didn't know how to take a joke, Joker giggled to himself as he hopped down the stairs.
Joker skipped down the street whistling while he made his way on foot to an apartment building where the very rich Alfred Baker lived. Mr. Baker had issues with stalking. Let's see what he knows! Joker giggled to himself.
When he arrived at the building, Joker kicked the door into Mr. Baker's apartment to find the man taking “care” of himself. Joker made a face, wrinkling his nose while he held his weapon on the naked man. “Let's make this short, not really fond of talking to a naked man. Well, unless it's Batsy just because that would be hilarious. I do agree with Mark Twain though...naked people have little influence on society. So my dear chap...been stalking my girl? She is a looker, but you know, Mr. Baker? I'm a jealous man and I really don't appreciate another many man trying to move in on what's mine...you understand?”
Mr. Baker frowned, shivering in the cold as he tried to cover his privates. “Your girl?” he asked in fear and confusion.
Joker narrowed his eyes taking in the scrawny, unshaven man with a six hundred dollar haircut. “Nah, it's not you.” Then he shot Mr. Baker in the head.
Joker took a deep annoyed breath before looking at the Hello Kitty watch on his wrist. “Time enough for one more.” He grinned, pulling his pinkie pie hat down low and set off for Mr. Baldwin's house.
The explosion that went off behind Joker while he walked home didn't affect him at all. He didn't even jump, his hands buried in his pockets. There was a splatter of blood across his nose and along one cheek that he hadn't bothered to wipe away while he walked down the street.
Shoot...three hits, three misses. It hadn't been any of those guys. He was snarling for a moment, rage and jealousy mixing into a hot burn in his blood. He hated the fact that someone was moving in on his girl, though that part of him only cooled down because Harley clearly wanted nothing to do with whoever this was. The rage, however...no, that was not going anywhere. It was bad enough some goon was trying to romance her away from him, but he clearly had issues with women. Joker needed to find him quickly, but he should have known it was not going to be that easy.
Nothing ever is, he thought to himself. He could hear sirens in the distance and he snickered. Well, it wasn't a total loss! Tonight had been fun! He grinned wider and started to sing under his breath. “Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name...” skipping while he walked.
Harley woke up in the morning to find Joker wrapped around her. Smiling contently she huddled close to him. He felt good, hard muscled arms around her body keeping her safe, the wonderful smell of his skin, the beat of his heart...she loved him so much. His madness didn't seem strange to her, it was just part of his wonderful make-up that made him...him.
After a few minutes of being nestled against him, she started to get up, thinking to put some coffee on, but Joker yanked her against him with a whispered, “No.”
She giggled letting him snuggle her and hold her hostage in his arms. When he wanted to cuddle, there was no denying him, it was like that with most things. Once Joker had made up his mind, there was no changing it, but it wasn't just that...she loved the way he was “possessive” of her...though not controlling, Joker never controlled anything in that way....but he felt that she belonged with him. And she felt the same say, Joker belonged with her and if anyone tried to get between that...she would kill them, just as he would kill for her.
Closing her eyes, letting Joker hold her close, she dozed back off in the security of his arms.
When they finally did get up, it was to Bob bringing in a dozen donuts for them.
“Bob, my lad, you are a gentleman and a poet!” Joker chuckled sitting up as the donuts were laid carefully down on his lap.
Bob grinned and did a curtsy in his bright purple and orange tutu before he left them alone again. “You just made Bob's day.” Harley giggled sleepily. She yawned sitting up, her blonde hair a tousled mess as she rubbed her eyes, but she looked adorable.
Joker gave her a lopsided grin reaching out to rub her head. “Well, anyone who brings donuts deserves a kiss.”
Harley giggled, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. “No kissing Bob, I might get jealous!”
Joker wrinkled his nose at Harley grinning. “Ooooh, does my baby get jealous of her Mr. J?”
He laughed then proceeded to feed her donuts while she fed him. He smeared frosting on her lips making her laugh, grinning widely. She did the same to him until he pushed the box of pastries aside and attacked her!
He nibbled her all over, leaving a sticky mess on every inch of her. She was squealing, begging him to stop by the time he grabbed her up, wrapping his arms under her rear, lifting her up and took her to the shower with him.
While they showered together, Joker washed her hair, his touch tender and gentle, then surprised her by shaving her legs. He startled her at first by leaning out and grabbing soemthing from the sink, coming back with one of his many straight razors. Her heart had pounded so hard when she saw it, uncertain what he intended to do, but then he dropped to his knees, soaping up her leg.
She watched the way he carefully, but swiftly and expertly ran the razor over her legs, using the razor like an artist, placing her foot on his shoulder while he worked. Not once did he even nick her; the man knew exactly how to handle the razor.
His green eyes traveled up her leg to gaze into her blue ones as a slow smile formed on his lips. After the shower he pressed her up against the bathroom wall, stroking her chin with his thumb, staring at her lips just before he gave her a kiss that made her toes curl. “My poopsies...” He giggled against her mouth, his lips sliding down to her neck. Harley closed her eyes, arching her neck. He pressed her shoulders back with his hands firmly on them, his mouth traveling down her neck to her collar. He bit her playfully, just hard enough to make her jerk. He moved further to her breasts, letting her shoulders go so he could cup each breast with his hands. It was slightly painful, but not enough for her to want him to stop—that luscious mix of pleasure and pain that he and she both enjoyed. Pressing her breasts together, he played his tongue and teeth over her nipples, He kept at it until she was writhing against the wall. With a heated whisper against her ear, Joker whispered. “You like that?”
Harley whimpered. “Oh yes, don't stop...”
Joker ran the flat of his tongue up her throat, then whispered again. “Say the magic word...”
Harley's blue eyes pleaded. “Please, Mistah J, please...”
With a wicked grin, Joker grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom, giggling madly. He tossed her onto the bed, dropping onto her after she bounced a little. Watching the way her breasts jiggled, the smooth creamy texture of her stomach, her legs...she was all his...oh he was going to kill this man who was after her...she belonged to him!
Everything about his Harley turned him on so much, especially the fact that he was responsible for her tranformation...that she changed to be with him...what man couldn't love that!
He was about to crawl onto the bed and finish his breakfast when Harley rose up on her knees placing a hand on his stomach. “Wait...”
He started to ask why, but she found a better way to explain herself than talking. Grasping him with one hand, she guided his shaft into her mouth with a low groan of pleasure. Joker's eyes rolled at the warm, wet feel of her lips and tongue on his erection. Harley ran her hands up his flat stomach, then down again. He thrust his hips just a little making Harley grin, running her tongue along the bottom of his erection, then flicked over the head of his shaft before she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked deeply on him. She grinned, bobbing her head up and down, listening to the way Joker moaned, his hands moving into her damp hair. His hips thrust forward slowly with her sucking. She grabbed his rear pulling him closer. She took him deep into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed. She loved him so much, loved the way he felt in her mouth, the way he surrendered himself to her. She felt him coming close, throbbing against her tongue when he pulled away.
Panting, Joker looked down at her grinning. “You are in trouble now, pumpkin!!”
She giggled and squealed as Joker launched himself onto her. They were both laughing and wrestling until Joker got her pinned under him, holding her hands on either side of her head, grinning like a mad man. “You're mine, sweet cheeks!!!!”
Harley giggled. “Always!”
Joker growled playfully nuzzling her ear. “Mine, mine mine!”
They made love slowly and passionately. Joker took his time enjoying the way she felt. She was so wet, so soft and yielding. She loved the way he fucked, the way he rotated his hips to make sure she climaxed more than once. She knew he liked to hear her scream.
Harley was all aglow with his attentions, while her puddin was laughing and giggling.
When she came again, she let out a loud cry that Joker covered with his mouth. His own climax melded with hers, their cries mixing together in one long moan of pleasure. Joker wrapped his arms around her holding her tightly.
They spent the rest of the day lying naked together, with Joker drawing pictures on her with a marker. He drew little smiley faces on her stomach and drawing faces on her breasts until they were both laughing. He let her draw little pictures on him, lying back naked on the bed, his hands behind his head watching her while she drew a huge smile on his stomach and then a jester's face on his chest. “Oooo, those are really quite good pumpkin!” Joker looked down at himself. Harley was sitting naked on her knees and grinned. “I'm glad you like them puddin!”
Joker admired himself. “Hmmm...maybe I should get tattoos like this someday?”
Harley climbed on top of him. “Maybe, sugar pie.” Soon they were back to passionate kissing, Joker moving her to rub her against his quickly growing erection again.
Much later, Joker jumped out of bed and stretched. Harley rolled onto her stomach to watch him. She had a lustful look on her face as she watched him get dressed. She loved the way he moved while he walked around picking up his clothing.
He slipped into his pin-striped purple pants, his suspenders up over his shoudlers and a button down yellow shirt, no tie today. After he finished dressing he leaned towards her, grabbed her chin gently and planted a kiss on her lips, rubbing his nose against hers with a huge grin before he turned and skipped down the stairs, his shoes highly polished thanks to Bob. Almost as soon as he hit the bottom step, he started to yell orders to the few goons that were down there, his voice carrying back up to her. She smiled happily. Things were back to normal, though that was when she heard a gunshot and Joker laughed. “Anyone else too tired? Let's go boys!” Harley giggled, well, at least her kind of normal.
She would just stay away from the “normal” world for a while; Martin would give up and go away and that would be that. Maybe Joker wouldn't need her to go out and then all of it would fade away.
Martin was angry. No, correction, he was furious. He had been frequenting all the places he had seen Harleen and she was nowhere to be found. He was sure he hadn't missed her; he was careful in his surveillance of her. If he didn't know better he would assume she was avoiding him! Really? How could she? She must be with that Mr. J of hers...he needed to find this man and kill him.
Martin headed to the grocery store where he had first saw Harleen again wandering the aisles looking for her. His anger had blossomed into a rage when he saw an attractive young woman, curvy figure, blue eyes and long blonde hair. He strolled over to her, telling her how he had seen her across the aisle, she was so beautiful. Giggling, teasing and soon he was picking her up for a nice dinner, except that dinner ended up at his place where he raped and beat her to death, calling her Harleen the whole time.
Martin sat on the edge of his bed, surrounded by the pictures of his obsession, the woman's body at his feet, blood covering him and the bed sheets. Harleen thought she could avoid him, when they were meant to be together?! Did she forget...he knew where she lived. He decided to remind her. He picked up his cellphone dialing, then placed an order.
It was almost evening. The sun was just starting to go down when a knock sounded at the door. Harley's heart nearly stopped. She had been in the middle of painting happy faces on all of Joker's baby bombs—as she liked to call them—while she blew bubbles with her chewing gun. They weren't dangerous at the moment. Joker had said he was fairly sure...not positive...but pretty sure. So supposedly all of them were just shells right now. She was decorating them with little happy faces, sparkles and glitter. Some she had painted hearts on with “Mr. J and H” on them or “Mr. J loves Harley.” She had been admiring her work when the knock came.
Joker was somewhere in the warehouses...she wasn't sure where. He had stayed with her all day, but something had happened with his project and he had to go take care of it himself. (She idly wondered if someone had made a mistake and if so, how many positions would open up for more lackeys to fill.) She had felt safe enough that she had let him go without a word, but almost as soon as Joker had left the knock startled her.
She picked up one of the many crowbars that Joker was fond of and kept handy and walked over to the door. She opened it slowly and exhaled. It was the delivery guy, but her relief was short-lived when she saw the flowers he was holding. “Delivery for Dr. Quinzel.”
She took the black roses and her heart dropping to his stomach. The man gave her a smile. “No need to sign for them this time miss.” Then he turned and was gone. Harley stepped back, closing the door staring at the flowers. She walked over and set them down, pulling out the black card that sat among them. She opened it and a photo dropped out, floating to the floor. The photo was of a young woman who resembled her, clearly beaten to death. Harley picked it up and on the back it read, “You're next.”
Harley stared at the roses, her blue eyes wide. She quickly destroyed them, ripping the card to pieces in a frenzy of destruction. When she was done she pressed herself against the wall breathing heavily. This...no...this wasn't her...what was wrong with her?!
For a moment she thought about going out and finding Martin and taking care of him herself. But another part of her was terrified.. No...she needed to take care of this herself. She was frightened, but she didn't want Joker to know about her problem from her past.
When Joker returned home from where he had been working on his big project, he happily contemplated what he was going to do this evening. His list...then he saw a black rose petal. He frowned, stooping pick it up from the floor. He frowned, rubbing it between his fingers and stared at it. Black roses mean death. He sneered...Martin...whoever this Martin is...Joker needed to take care of him...and soon.
He went looking for Harley only to find she was gone. The strangest feeling came over him...panic. Joker hated it. He didn't like feeling worried.
It wasn't the least bit funny.
He did a quick search looking for a clue as to where his honey bunny had run off to. For a moment he was overcome with the most intense feeling of pure jealously. This Martin was moving in on his girl!! And Harley was gone...had she gone to meet him??
No. He took a few calming breaths. Not his Harley. Never. He blinked in surprise as the realization that quite possibly his Harley had decided to go take care of her Martin problem herself. She had been keeping all of it secret from him...it would make sense that she would try to take care of her problem herself. Well, he would just have to have a talk with her...that is not how this relationship worked!! Only he could keep secrets! And those were only really good ones, usually so he could surprise her!!
Joker made a face and started to arm himself. He was just going to have to go track his baby down and teach her playmate a lesson.
Martin narrowed his eyes watching the warehouse where he knew Harleen lived, waiting, watching. Of course, he could go in there and drag her out, but that wasn't how this game was played. He liked the chase, the capture, the surprise. Plus there were too many variables that he couldn't control by simply going to her place. He had seen the men coming in and out. He couldn't be sure how many were actually in there. But what he wanted was for Harleen to put herself out there, like an animal waiting for the predator to pounce. She knew that was how you played the game...Once she was out in the open, easy for him to take, he would know for certain that she wanted this too...Martin smiled. Hunting was one of his favorite pastimes and he could be patient, he really could.
Harley wore her “normal” clothes. She didn't want Martin to know about her alternate identity because she didn't want her puddin to get in trouble because of her. So here she was out on the street looking in all the places she had run into Martin before. It had just become dark and some of the shops were closing. She chewed her bottom lip. She was dressed in black and red leggings, red and black combat boots, sporting a white t-shirt, a red jacket with a lot of glitter over the top, and had a gun hidden in her pocket. Her hair was piled in a messy bun on the back of her head. She took a deep breath as she walked about hoping to run into Martin.
She stopped to look into a jewelry store. They were closed but Harley was distracting herself with thinking about convincing her puddin to come here and rob the place. There was a really gorgeous black and red gemstone necklace on display. She was leaning in close, her thoughts on how to steal the necklace when she felt an arm go around her waist. “Hey, Harleen. Thought I might have to go hunting, but then suddenly there you were!” She swallowed, turning her blue eyes up to see Martin. He had that smile on his well-groomed face, but her blood suddenly ran like ice through her veins.
She turned, yanking her weapon out. “I want you to back off Martin. I am not your doctor and I am not your girlfriend. I have a guy and I want you to go away.”
Martin looked down at the weapon, raising an eyebrow. “Wow, didn't think you had it in you Harleen.”
She started to say something else when suddenly he knocked her hand out of the way slamming her against the jewelry store window cracking the glass and with one smooth movement he pulled a stun gun out and slammed it against her neck.
Harley gasped, her eyes bugging out, but that was the only reaction she had before she jerked in pain and passed out. Martin smiled slowly. Finally, finally he had everything he wanted! Harleen would soon see that he was the only man for her. And he would still take care of this Mr. J so that she would have no other distractions; Martin would be her world just as she was his. He lifted her up and carried her away.
Joker wore jeans and a t-shirt that read, “I can only please one person a day. Today just isn't your day and tomorrow doesn't look good either” with one of his purple striped jackets thrown over with one of his wide-brim hands on his head. People were jumping out of his way when they saw him while he looked for clues for his Harley.
Joker found his way, following Harley's trail, the old fashioned way, intimidation. Ask a few questions with some little threat attached...like say...threatening to cut their ears off....it was surprising what people remembered! Plus he knew his girl. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out some of the places she might have stopped. He finally came upon the jewelry store with its cracked window, he knew Harely would have stopped to look at the jewelry. He saw the police milling around and he hid as he watched them. That was when he saw it...a gun. The cops hadn't seen it yet, it was off to the side just under a large blue metal mailbox, the light not reaching it. But Joker could tell even from this distance whose gun it was...Harley's.
He turned gazing around. Someone had to have seen something. He saw a homeless man nearby watching the proceedings. His eye met Joker's and he swiftly took off down the alley. Joker smiled slowly. “Ah...a witness...Ooo! I feel just like Batman! Being all detective-like!” He snickered to himself as he causally followed after the homeless man.
Harley regained conscious slowly. She groaned. Her head felt awful! Her eyes fluttered a few times as she struggled to focus. Okay, she remembered going out...Martin...Harley's heart started to hammer in her chest.
She was tied to a chair in the middle of a room. As she looked around, her eyes widened when she saw pictures of herself everywhere! Some from yearbooks...newspapers...the internet...all before her change, before she found her real self and became Harley Quinn. It made her skin crawl. Martin walked over to her and ran his fingers through her hair. She tried to yank her head away from him, but he dug his fingers in and held her head still. “You know...I've been in love with you since before I was your patient. But I suppose you don't remember me...in school I was kind of forgettable...but I never forgot you. Even when you disappeared after Arkham, I never forgot you.” He ran a finger down her cheek.
Harley jerked, but she couldn't move her head far enough to get away from his touch.
“Now you are all mine.” He smiled, but Harley growled. “Mr. J is going to find you!”
Martin dropped down to a crouch to look her in the face better. “Ah...the mysterious Mr. J. I'm beginning to think he doesn't exist.”
“Oh he exists all right,” a voice answered with a giggle.
Stepping out of the darkness of the bedroom, Joker smiled. Harley gasped; she had no idea how he found her, but she was relieved to see him.
Martin stood up slowly smiling as well. “So you are the notorious Mr. J?”
Joker put his leg out and performed an elegant bow. “Indeed I am.”
Then he stood up straight with a grin. “I think we have a disagreement.”
Martin put a hand on Harley's shoulder. “I believe we do.”
Joker shot a quick glance at Harley, his eyes meeting hers for a split second. Harley's heart was hammering, but that look in his green eyes gave her hope. He was here to take her home.
“Martin is it?” Joker began. “You seem to be under the mistaken opinion that my girl is yours...” Here Joker 'tsked.' “She is mine. And I really find it in bad taste to try to force a woman to be with you...I mean, really? Are you so insecure or so dickless that you have to take a woman against her will? I mean, I find it much more fulfilling in a relationship if the two of you are equal partners.”
He smiled at Harley. “Though I have to say I don't like being lied to...well...not lied to exactly, but really...if you can't come your puddin for help then who can you come to?” Joker frowned looking at Harley with a pout on his lips.
“Sorry puddin...” Harley frowned, her eyes terrified. Joker gave her a wink. “Oh, you know I can't stay mad at you, you little vixen.”
Joker turned to Martin. “Now, I don't suppose you would want to just give up and give me my girl back now would you?”
Martin sneered. “She belongs to me.”
Joker smiled. “Oh good. I was hoping you would want to settle this the hard way.”
Martin moved surprisingly swiftly, reaching toward something on the dresser wrapping his fingers around it then flicked it out at Joker. Whatever he threw caught the dim light. Joker saw the thin wire catch the light, a garrote wire a split second before it hit him. It wrapped itself around Joker's arm which only made him grin. He yanked Martin forward causing the other man to stumble off his feet.
Joker slammed the heel of his hand up under Martin's jaw, smashing his teeth upward so that they snapped together when his head was knocked backwards. Martin stumbled back with the hit, but he still had a hold of the garrote that was wrapped around Joker's arm. There was blood seeping through the fabric of his clothing, but Joker ignored it yanking Martin back toward him again with a huge grin. He grabbed his opponent by the front of his shirt and slammed his forehead against Martin's nose, crushing it with an audible crack. Martin yelped, grabbing his nose with both hands which only brought Joker closer again.
Joker twisted like a snake, unwrapping the wire from his bloody arm while he moved behind Martin, successfully wrapping Martin's arms around his body with the wire. Joker leaned against him, his lips against Martin's ear.
“Ooo, I like to play rough too.” Then he licked Martin's ear.
Martin snarled and dropped his weight, yanking Joker off his feet. They hit the ground and rolled. Martin managed to get himself free, twisting to his feet in one fluid movement. He kicked Joker in the stomach. Harley screamed, but Joker only laughed with every kick. He finally grabbed Martin's foot and flipped him up with all his strength while he staggered to his feet. Joker giggled. “You really need to work on that...I've been beat up by the best and you, my friend, are falling short.”
He suddenly dropped down and lashed out with his foot taking Martin in the knee with his heel; he didn't break it, but Martin cried out in pain dropping down. He tried to get out of Joker's reach, but he was too slow.
Joker reached over and grabbed a lamp off the bedside table and smashed it down on Martin.
Martin punched back, his fist connecting with Joker's jaw and sent him sprawling back, falling into Harley, both of them going over. Harley yelped when she hit the floor still tied to the chair. Joker rolled over her and sprang to his feet just as Martin charged.
Joker wrapped his arms around him when Martin's head connected to his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. Joker lifted him up and slammed him against the wall. Drawing a deep breath, Joker said, “Oh now now...so handies and it's only our first date!” Joker snickered.
Martin stumbled away from Joker, reaching over to yank a drawer out of the chest near him and threw it, hitting Joker who raised his arm up just in time to protect his face, dodging to the side to protect Harley from the flying scraps of wood, which gave Martin time to race out of the room.
Joker lowered his arm and grinned. “A chase...how fun...” He pulled out his old-fashioned straight-razor and stalked after Martin.
Harley struggled to get herself free, but lying on her side, her hands tied behind her back, her feet to the legs of the chair, it was difficult. She could hear the fight continuing in the next room. She hoped Joker beat the shit out of Martin. Her heart hammered as she worked with all her might. She need to get in there and help her puddin. And she wanted to get a few licks in on Martin. She was furious at herself for letting this happen. She was Harley Quinn! She had held her own against Batman, Batgirl and the rest of his gang of goodie two shoes! She could do this, she would never let someone do this to her again, she promised herself with a snarl.
Joker stalked into the next room, licking the blood from his lip. More blood ran from his nose and from a cut along his cheek, but he was laughing. “Come out, come out, wherever you are....” Joker playfully flipped his blade back and forth between his hands.
That was when Martin stepped out of a darkened corner with a gun in his hand aimed at Joker. Joker tsked. “Really? Bringing a gun to a knife fight? Besides sweetie...guns are loud...you really wanna bring the cops to our little party?” He lifted a brow in question at Martin.
Martin laughed. “Oh I'm not worried...freak like you? The cops with be thanking me.”
Joker snorted. “Freak like me? Wow, you cut me to the quick!” Joker held his free hand to his heart looking profoundly hurt.
“It's a very good thing that I don't fucking care.” The smile Joker graced Martin with was enough to finally make Martin's blood run cold.
He shot at Joker who moved almost supernaturally fast, leaping out of the way only to land feet first against Martin's chest slamming the man down. Crouching on his chest, Joker chuckled. “Ah, don't look so serious? I'm not going to kill you—yet.” He reached down to grab Martin's forehead. The man flailed, having lost his gun when Joker hit him. Martin dug his fingers into Joker's thighs trying to get the man off of him, but Joker seemed disinclined to move or pay attention as he placed the straight razor against Martin's face and dropped his knees on either side of Martin's head, effectively pinning him to the floor. “Let's see how much fun we can have, hmmm? You need to smile more.” Joker snickerd and started to cut, widening Martin's smile. Martin let out a bloodcurdling scream and Joker patted his cheek. “Oh really, such a baby.” He laughed, waggling his eyebrows at Martin with a crazed glint in his eyes. “This will only hurt a lot.” Joker started to laugh.
Harley gasped in pain once she finally got her wrists free. Her hands were slick with blood and ached, but she paid no attention as she worked to get the ropes free of her legs. She could heard Martin screaming in the next room, which caused her to smile the whole time she worked to get herself free.
She got to her feet with a limp, her limbs numb with having been tied up so tightly. She stumbled to the door just as Joker finished cutting a nice wide smile into Martin's face. He glanced over to Harley, blood splattering his face and smiled affectionately at her.
“Think you can find your way home poopsie? Daddy's not finished here yet.” He gave her a grin and Harley nodded. “Sure thing puddin.”
She limped to the door, glancing over her shoulder at Joker who blew her a kiss.
She arrived home and immediately stepped into the shower. She stayed in the shower, scrubbing her skin until she felt red and raw. She washed her hair several times until she felt clean enough to get out of the water, her pale skin wrinkled. She dressed in a pair of boxers that were bright red with little black hearts all over them and pulled on a red tank top.
She was sitting on the side of the bed brushing her hair out when Joker finally came in grinning like the mad man he was, covered in blood, his eyes having that slight glassy look to them.
“Pumpkin, I have something to show you!” He reached out to take her hand and pull her to her feet. She didn't argue, she simply slipped a pair of boots on and followed him out. He picked her up when they got outside, carrying her on his back in his excitement. Harley giggled holding on tightly, kissing his ear as he pranced along the sidewalk. If anyone had seen them they would have called the police in a panic with Joker covered in blood with Harley riding on his back.
He was practically skipping as he walked her down the street and then set her on her feet, pointing upward. “Tada!! Just for you!!”
She looked up and there, on a billboard, was Martin. He had been nailed naked to the board wearing a huge smile that Joker had cut into his face for him. She could see that there were several deep, not necessarily fatal cuts along his ribs and stomach, but it was clear even from here that he had been castrated, and written all over the board was: “Hahahahahahahahahaha....never touch my girl.”
Joker had an arm around her waist holding her against his side. “What'd ya think?”
Harley giggled and leapt into his arms. “OH PUDDIN!!! You're the best!!”
She covered his mouth in kisses. She didn't care about the blood; all she cared about was that he had come to rescue her and made Martin pay. Joker made a delicious growling noise in the back of his throat pulling her closer, sliding his tongue deeper into her mouth. They stood there kissing until Joker lifted her up again with a hissed, “Let's go clean up cupcake.” He gently held her face in his hand and kissed her before lifting her up and tossing her across his shoulder. Joker carried her home and back into the shower.
Once there, Harley stripped him out of his bloody clothes while Joker watched her grinning the whole time. She did so love that smile.
She tossed his clothing into a pile. She would burn them later, but for now she wanted to pull him into the shower and wash the blood off of him. She stripped herself naked and pulled him under the water.
She soaped up her hands and set to work starting on his chest. “Did he scream Mistah J?”
Harley ran her soapy hands down his chest and over his stomach working her way lower. Her gaze traveled up his wiry muscled body as she whispered. “Thank you.”
Joker laughed. “Thanking me? Pffftt...it was fun!”
Harley stood, giggling. “Still...you came after me and took care of him.” The kiss she gave him was long and passionate, her wet body pressed against his, while his hands trailed down her slick back with a wide grin. “Well, I know a completely delightful way in which you could repay my kindness.” He waggled his eyebrows at her, snickering at he did so and Harley caught her bottom lip in her teeth smiling at him.
Meanwhile across the city Batman was monitoring the police bands when a call came in about a castrated man nailed to a billboard.
Batman frowned deeply when the words written in blood were mentioned...Hahahaha....never touch my girl...
Batman rubbed his chin. Joker had been quiet now for a few months, but now last night and the night before, four men killed. The way they had been killed wasn't typical Joker style though the billboard man had a smile carved into his face. The man on the billboard was found near a grouping of abandoned warehouses...He pushed back his chair and walked swiftly to the Batmobile. It was time to do some investigating, but no sooner had he made the decision than a bleep went off on his computer indicating an email had come through. Batman frowned; only a very few select people had this email. He touched the computer bringing up the email. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly. The sender was Jack Napier. He almost didn't open the email, but he had enough security on his system to put the government to shame. Whatever Joker wanted, he would be a fool not to read it.
Harley was down on her knees, that delightful mouth of hers wrapped around his shaft sucking long and deep. He groaned with a grin, the fingers of both hands kneading her scalp, his hips thrusting forward just a little as she took him as far in as anatomy allowed. His back arched with a loud groan, nearly coming, but he managed to keep control. She really did know how to use her mouth and that tongue. All that bubblegum she chewed really did help with her jaw muscles like she said it did. He jerked when she dragged her teeth along him carefully then sucked him to the back of her throat. “Oh Harley....you are gifted my pumpkin...” She giggled around his erection which sent a ripple up his groin and caused him to giggle in response.
Batman read the message. “Left a prezzie for you on a billboard! But before you go getting all righteous about it, here is the address of our dear deceased friend. And you call me a monster. Really Bats, sweetie, but don't get used to me doing your job for you. Love, Joker.”
Batman pressed his lips together in anger. He knew those murdered had something to do with the Joker. He had felt it in his bones. He stood up and moved swiftly.
Harley was on her hands and knees, grinning over her shoulder at Joker. He ran his hands up and down her smooth back, teasing himself with gazing at her curves, the swell of her hips, the roundness of her rear, his erection just barely touching against her. She was so wet, almost trembling with need for him to take her. He gave her a long, slow grin, savoring the look on her face, the flush of her skin, just before he thrust into her. He would never say it in actual words, but he ached for her. The only person in the whole wicked world that understood him. He would always kill for her.
She arched at the feel of him filling her with a cry that turned into a sensual moan. Pressing hard against her backside, his shaft as deep as it would go, he held her there against him, his fingers pressed into the flesh of her hips. His eyes fluttered, rolling back while he savored the delicious feel of her hot, and wet around him. He finally reached around, grabbing a breast with one hand and squeezed, dragging the fingers of that hand over her nipple which got him a gasp. He giggled in response.
When Batman arrived, the place was already surrounded by police. There were a few of them up on the billboard with a crime scene investigator working to pull the victim down. He watched them, staying in the darkness. After a few minutes of studying the scene, he headed off to the address Joker had sent him. He would return to the billboard if need be.
Joker lay on his back while Harley rode him with earnest. She cried out, driving her hips against him, her fingers digging into the flesh of his chest. He ran the thumb of one hand over her clitoris grinning while he watched her breasts jiggle, the look of pure ecstasy on her face fueling his lust as she drove him to the edge, his other hand gripping her thigh. “Come for me Harley, come again,” he hissed while he worked to coax another orgasm from her.
“Oh yes!” she moaned, her hips thrusting against his thumb and his shaft. Her hands grazed down his chest and over his stomach, her hips grinding against him. He smirked watching her, his girl, always and forever. He caught his bottom lip, groaning. Damn she felt so good...he grinned.
As he stepped into the apartment the first thing Batman noticed was a mixture of smells.
There was the smell of blood and the slight sweet scent of decay. Some of the scents were fresh, others were older. As he silently walked through the apartment, he saw the signs of a struggle, splatters of blood, indications of someone having been dragged. He followed the trail into the bedroom where he found the broken furniture, duct tape, but also the pictures. On the walls were pictures on top of pictures all of Dr. Harleen Quinzel. Batman frowned, reaching out to touch the wall. He saw the broken chair, the destroyed drawer. He sniffed; the smell of decay was stronger closer to the floor. He pushed the bed out of the way...and there was the body. A young blonde woman. Immediately he could see the similarities between her and Dr. Quinzel. A quick visual study showed that the woman had been raped and tortured before her death. Batman wasn't sure all the details of what happened, but a guess would say that this man had somehow gotten ahold of Harley and Joker had come after her. With the man ending up on the billboard.
Batman closed his eyes. He was angry, but also not sure who exactly he was angry with....
Joker was lying on his back, naked, grinning broading, smoking a cigarette lazily with a naked and exhausted Harley lying sprawled on his chest and stomach. He had his other hand in her hair gently caressing his fingers through her tangled blonde hair.
They were lying there when suddenly the door was thrown open and Bob was standing there in a pink tutu looking upset. Harley squeaked, pulling up the sheets, though Joker seemed unfazed. “What is it Bob, dear?” Joker leaned over putting out the cigarette as Bob hooked his thumbs together and flapped his fingers around like wings. Harley and Joker looked at each other. “The Bat.”
They both jumped out of bed, Joker grabbing some pants and started to swiftly get dressed. “Bob, sound the alarm, get everyone moving, might as well give the guys a fighting chance...” Joker giggled then asked as he was slipping his shoes on, “Did you pack the car earlier like I said?”
Bob's head bounced up and down with enthusiasm. Joker grinned walking over and patting Bob's cheek. “Good boy. Go get the car started and we will be right there.”
Bob hurried out of the room.
Harley pouted. “We have to move again! I hate that Bat.” But then she frowned. “You told Bob to pack the car? You knew he was coming?”
Joker giggled. “Ah, pumpkin it's just part of the game. And yes, I sent him a message.” He grabbed her cheeks gently then gave her a big sloppy kiss on the mouth as he laughed. “Didn't want him thinking old Martin was an innocent victim.”
She giggled when he pulled away. “Fine.”
Hand in hand, Joker and Harley skipped down the stairs to the car outside, but just before Joker leaned in to open the door, Batman landed with a thud on the roof of the car. Harley snarled stumbling backward yanking Joker with her. She pulled out her huge popgun, but Joker stopped her, putting a hand against her. “Hey there, Batsy. Find my treat for you?” He smile was very wide, his teeth almost glowed.
“I did Joker. Tell me how he ended up dead.” Batman stayed on the roof of the car unmoving. Harley didn't put her weapon down, keeping it aimed at the Batman.
“Well my dear, dear Bat. That man decided he wanted my Harley and, well, you know how I feel when someone tries to take my things.” Joker giggled
Batman frowned. “I found the apartment.”
“Well, I should hope so. I told you right where it was, Batsy. Goodness—getting old are we?” Joker wrapped an arm around Harley's shoulders pulling her close against him though she kept her gun trained on the Bat. Joker could feel the tremble in her; she really, really wanted to shoot Batsy.
“I did your job for you Bats! I don't know why you felt the need to come all the way over here unless it was to tell me how much you miss me? Was that it? Did you want a kiss?” Joker giggled at the disgusted look on his face. Even Harley had to snicker at how upset the B-man looked at Mistah J's suggestion.
Batman jumped down from the car, causing Joker and Harley to take several steps back. “I found the body of his victim.”
“Well I am sure if you do a little more snooping and put that super detective brain of yours to work, you will find more.” Joker grinned. “A man like that doesn't just have one, you know...”
Batman narrowed his eyes. “I should take you in.”
Joker sighed, clearly getting tired of this little game of back and forth. “We both know you're not going to...not this time Bats. The only proof you have is that I said I did it, but alas! Anyone could have sent that email from Mr. Henderson's computer...I mean...it was hacked wasn't it?” Joker smiled slowly.
Batman glared as Joker maneuvered Harley around Bats and into the vehicle. Joker walked to the other side and leaned his arms on the roof grinning at Batman.
Batman hissed. “You're responsible for those other men too, aren't you...all former patients of one Dr. Harley Quinzel.”
Joker snickered. “They do call you the greatest detective don't they? Good night sweetheart, until we meet again!”
Joker blew Batman a kiss before opening the door and slipping in beside Harley. Batman looked down at the windows to see Harley Quinn giving him the finger just before they drove off into the night.
Batman watched them go, grinding his teeth before coming to a decision. Then with a barely audible “Humpf.” He shot up into the air disappearing into the night.