Chapter Text
January 1976
The air was cold enough that ice had formed on the brick wall across from the bed in the small bedroom. The small night light in their room made the ice on the wall sparkle. It was two days into the New Year, a fresh start for both of them.
Up until these last few days, their entire time back in Gotham City had been difficult. Between the storm and continued added snowfall, getting from the dangerous frigid waters around Arkham Asylum to Gotham had been arduous. Then they had needed to find shelter, clothing, food…the usual necessities. Those first days after escaping Arkham were a blur, a blur of cold, discomfort, and survival, especially after Joker found out that his gang had been taken over by one of his own people…not kept in order while Joker was away…No. This person had taken the gang and made it his, had even put a hit out on Joker.
He was calling himself Candyman, but Joker knew him as Clive Dahl.
Shivering a little, Harley frowned as she stared at the ice, trying not to let her thoughts get away from her. Instead she tried to focus on the now. For example, since there was ice forming on the brick wall across from her, that meant the fire had gone out. Part of her thought about getting out of bed and adding some wood to the fire, but she was warm, comfortable, content, and her bladder wasn’t complaining. If she got up, Harley knew she’d never get back to sleep…maybe it was later than she thought?
Lifting her head, the orange glow of the night light was just bright enough that she could make out the clock face of the clock that sat on the bedside table. It was three in the afternoon, far too early to be up.
Smiling, Harley turned around, careful to keep the blankets on her so that no part of her naked body was exposed to the cold. The frame of the bed squeaked as Harley adjusted her position so that she could lay facing Joker. He was on his back and the blankets had fallen away to expose his bare chest. He seemed unaffected by the cold, but Harley scooted closer and reached down to pull the blankets up over him, as well as press herself against him. His skin was cold to the touch, and with his ghostly white skin, if she hadn’t seen the slow rise and fall of his chest, she might have thought him dead.
Instead of moving his arm and pressing herself up against his side, Harley wrapped her arms around his left arm which laid on the mattress between them; that way she hopefully wouldn’t wake him up. After wrapping her arms around his one arm, Harley wrapped a leg over his hips and laid her cheek against his shoulder. She pressed as much of her warm, naked body against his much cooler one as she could without waking him.
After a few seconds Harley smiled as she felt his skin begin to warm. Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly, trying to clear her mind, and attempted to go back to sleep, but after several minutes of struggling, she simply couldn’t fall back to sleep. Her thoughts were all over the place!
Groaning softly, she carefully rolled back over to glare at the wall.
One reason that her mind wouldn’t shut off now that she was awake was because she was nervous. She hated to admit it, but she was nervous because tonight she was going to get to meet Joker’s gang. Correction: some of Joker’s gang. The rest had defected to Candyman, the man who’d taken Joker’s gang.
Which was why they were living in Joker’s secret secondary hideout. A place that no one knew about other than Joker…her…and now Crane, who had decided to stay with them instead of heading out on his own. Joker had given the ex-doctor a room here in the factory which Crane was slowly turning into a bedroom and laboratory.
Adjusting herself again, Harley tried once more to close her eyes, but her thoughts were too loud.
Tonight they were heading to a place called the Yellow Hospital located on Parris Island near the Tricorner Yards. She remembered reading about it while she was in college. The place had originally been a smallpox hospital for the poor in Gotham and that usually meant immigrants. She wasn’t completely sure of the year, but she knew it eventually closed because of some scandal with a doctor, rapes, and several missing patients…a scandal that involved several murders, hidden body parts, and some sick experiments, and that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg! There had been some sick sexual stuff, torture, drugging patients…Yeah, it had been some pretty nasty stuff. She knew there were rumors that a person could still find dead bodies in and around the hospital grounds. Oh, and she recalled that people claimed the place was supposedly haunted.
Of course it's haunted, Harley thought with a slight shiver.
So not only was she going to some abandoned, haunted hospital on an island, but she was going to be going there to meet with criminals…though she supposed she was a criminal now too…or a criminal-in-training–sorta thingie.
Smiling at the thought of being Joker’s apprentice–or student–Harley blushed. Forbidden romance tropes just like doctor and patient…
Trying to keep herself from giggling, Harley decided she needed to stop thinking so much and go back to sleep. She needed to be at her best tonight. With new determination, Harley closed her eyes, but then more thoughts began to bubble to the surface of her consciousness The last thing Harley wanted was for something she did to cause Joker’s few trusted people to both distrust her and hate her (though there was a small part of her that worried Joker would pick his gang over her, that he didn’t love her…The thought that it might be true suddenly made her heart twist painfully in her chest. She’d given up everything, her career, her life for Joker…but what if she wasn’t as important to him as he was for her? She felt a moment of panic and heartbreak as the thought wormed its way through her brain, slowly destroying her self-confidence. Harley’s dry inner voice whispered to her. “You are so stupid, torpedoed your entire life for a man…for love…why would he want you?”
Her other voice whispered over and over again in her head.
“Damn it,” Harley whispered to herself with a sniff. Her eyes stung as tears started to form at the corners of her eyes. She knew she was being stupid. Like everyone else in Arkham, Harley had read Joker’s files and knew what kind of man or monster he was. If he hadn’t wanted her, Joker would have killed her already. Keeping her alive was of no benefit to him and the sex was so powerful and passionate between them that it had to be more than simple physical attraction.
Using her fingertips to wipe away the tears that were contributing to her face to become chilly, Harley started to roll over when the entire bed suddenly shifted, along with a series of squeaks from the bed frame. Suddenly, a wiry muscled arm went around her waist and pulled her against Joker’s slender, muscled chest. The feeling of his warm body pressed against hers gave Harley a little thrill of pleasure.
It felt so good to be in his arms.
“Why are you awake?” Joker asked. His voice had a slightly confused fuzziness in its tone. He gently pulled his arm free so he could wipe his eyes then wrapped it back around her again and kissed her shoulder.
“I just popped awake,” she murmured wrapping an arm over the top of his arm, her eyes going to the glimmer of frost and ice on the wall. “Of course then I couldn’t get back to sleep…I need to put some wood on the fire…”
“Why not?” he asked, kissing her shoulder again. “I’ll take care of the fire,” he assured her. “Need to take a piss anyway…”
Harley felt a shiver of pleasure ripple over her from where Joker had kissed her shoulder, followed by several more shivers when he kissed his way down her arm, ending with kissing her fingertips, and then suddenly he was gone. The bed bounced a little in protest when Joker got up. Harley watched him when he came around the corner of the bed. The dim light gave Joker’s white skin a golden glow. For some reason she was reminded of a beautiful Greek statue come to life. She couldn't take her eyes off of him, the golden light highlighted his wiry frame, the slender but clear muscles of his legs, arms, and the flatness of his stomach, and then there was his profile–sharp nose, high cheekbones, almost aristocratic. She watched Joker walk over to the small fireplace (the room that was their bedroom had once been the office of the factory manager. The office was like an apartment with its own functioning toilet (a pull string type, not modern) with a clawfoot tub and shower that looked like it was installed in the 1920’s).
Dropping into a crouch, his arms resting on his knees, Joker pulled the ancient fireplace screen back before he picked up the poker and poked around the remains of the fire. When he was happy with revealing the few remaining glowing embers, he reached over and grabbed a short log of wood from the bucket of sticks and logs that sat beside the fireplace. They could have run the heat since they had it, but a power draw of that size might be noticed in a factory that’s had minimum power usage for ages. Harley liked the fireplace. It was cozy and the burning wood smelled nice and it was a little romantic.
Relaxing, the blankets pulled up her chin, Harley’s gaze wandered over Joker’s naked body, to the way his toes pressed against the flooring while he stayed crouched. Her gaze traveled along the muscles of his legs, then up the glowing white curve of his back to his sharp profile. His green hair was a rumpled mess, hanging down to frame and soften his face as he stared into the fire for a few seconds, using the poker once more to stir the embers again before he added a couple of sticks. She could still see the healing wounds, scarring the perfection of his white skin, some of which were still an angry red white others were fading more quickly, but all of them would leave a scar. Thankfully, his sprain seemed almost healed. The limp was still there, but not nearly as noticeable now, but even with the damage he had sustained, the man was gorgeous, Harley thought lustfully.
Pressing her lips together as she smiled, Harley admired how beautiful Joker was, not in any classical sense, but he was unique, and it wasn’t just his coloring. There was something about him, his charm, his laugh, the animalistic sexual energy of the man that took her breath away.
Harley felt a ripple of lust move through her entire body.
Joker stood and glanced over at her, then grinned when he saw her watching him. Harley had pulled the blankets up to rest under her chin so that only her face was visible. Like a cute and sexy burrito, he though affectionately. Chuckling, Joker walked over her and crouched down to steal a light kiss. “Be right back cutie…I’ll make sure the toilet seat is warm for you.”
Harley laughed. “Thanks.”
When he stood again, Harley’s gaze went straight to his crotch which was right in front of her; she couldn’t help but look! The man had a glorious…even mentally Harley couldn’t finish her thought before her cheeks started to burn. But he was really gifted in certain areas of his anatomy and she couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of him naked.
Joker gave her a salute as he stood.
“I’ll be right back sir!”
Laughing, Harley waited for Joker to come back, then as he got into bed she hopped out into the cold air and sprinted for the bathroom.
*
When she returned a few moments later, Harley rushed into the bedroom, her arms wrapped around her naked body, though that did little to combat the chill that permeated the room. She had just started toward the bed as Joker lifted the blankets in invitation, a wide grin on his pale face. Giggling, Harley dived for the warmth of the bed and his body. She had just started to get herself situated so she could snuggle down in bed when Joker rolled her onto her back and leaned halfway on her using his torso to hold her in place. Harley gazed lovingly up at him, feeling that excitement and erotic anticipation growing. His green hair framed his face as he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers.
“Talk to me.”
Harley sighed a little. “It’s nothing, I’m just letting my thoughts get away from me…”
“Harley, tell me,” Joker encouraged her in a soft voice, reaching up to stroke her hair back from her face. “There should be no secrets between us…” He tilted his head slightly, his blue eyes intense. “Now, what’s bothering you, sweets? You’ll feel better if you just tell me.”
Letting out a breath, Harley said jokingly, “Wait a minute, I’m the one with a degree in psychiatry buddy.” Lightly she poked him in the chest.
He grinned at her and shrugged. “What can I say, I learned from the best. So talk.”
Looking away from him while she spoke, her voice soft, nearly too soft to be heard, she felt her eyes sting again.
“I just–what if your gang doesn’t like me? And…” She swallowed hard. Now that she was giving voice to her fears out loud, she felt silly. This must be what some of her patients felt like.
“...you might not love me the way I love you,” she finished slowly looking back at him. “You might…” She sniffed and quickly looked away. “It's nothing, I’m just being silly…”
“Oh Harley, Harley…” Joker cooed softly, catching her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I would burn Gotham for you…I’d burn the world for you…all you would have to do is ask.” He leaned in and kissed her gently. The kisses were small, like butterflies across her lips. When he spoke again, Joker’s lips hovered over hers, but his eyes opened slowly making it hard for her to breathe. “I would rip the world asunder just to be with you and nothing and no one will stand between us Harley–ever. I won’t let it.” Brushing his nose against hers, he whispered. “You own my heart and…I love you…”
Joker kissed her and this time the kiss was even more passionate as he slowly caressed her tongue and lips. He took his time, stroking her tongue and then her lips before once more plunging his tongue into her mouth, sliding his hand into her hair as he deepened the kiss further, the kisses hungry and needy. When he moved to lie between her legs, Harley felt a skip in her heart. The feel of his naked body pressing against her excited her beyond measure when she felt his excitement press against her.
Harley made a soft moan as she returned his kiss with the same level of passion, lightly catching his bottom lip with her teeth. She lightly dragged her short-trimmed fingernails along the backs of his shoulders, which earned her a pleased growl from Joker. When he moved his kisses from her lips to her throat and began a soft sucking, alternated with licks and the occasion gently biting, Harley shivered with pleasure. The room felt almost too warm now or maybe it was the heat inside her. Her heart beat rapidly as excitement pooled in her groin and made her nipples so sensitive that the brush of his chest against her nipples made her squirm; even the air tickling her skin was driving her crazy.
Harley’s heart did another little skip as Joker stopped at her breasts. Taking his time, he kissed and stroked all around her breasts, teasing her, making her frustrated and wanton as he kissed every part of her breasts but the most sensitive.
He was being evil, she thought with a grin.
A little whimpering sound of intense pleasure escaped her lips as rushes of heat coursed through her body. Every inch of her was aware of Joker, the feel of his body against hers, the warmth and satin softness of his pale skin, and the sweet smell of his skin surrounded her (a combination of something sweet and cigarette smoke), the brush of his green hair, the softness of his lips–everything about him sent goosebumps racing up and down her body as Joker filled her senses. His fingertips stroked her breast while he brushed the other with his lips and warm breath. The pulling tickle in her groin made Harley squirm and groan as she whispered.
“Puddin…”
“Just lie still,” Joker murmured with a teasing laugh in his words and then to her surprise Joker started to sing softly against her breast, licking and brushing his lips close to her nipple between breaths.
“My love must be a kind of blind love
I can't see anyone but you…”
Harley sucked in her bottom lip when his warm breath tickled the fine hairs of her skin. Gently, Joker circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, not touching the nipple itself, but caressing the darker pink of her areola.
Singing in a whisper, Joker’s warm breath tickled her skin.
“Are the stars out tonight
I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
I only have eyes for you dear…”
His voice sounded sexy and soothing, adding to all the other sensations that Harley was experiencing at the same time.
After a minute, he turned his focus to her other breast, caressing her nipple with the tip of his tongue, a gentle flick, a loving stroke, while he gently stroked her other nipple, using the pad of his thumb, or his short nail to gently tease her nipple. For the next few moments, Joker switched from one breast to the other, driving Harley insane with need, her clitoris ached and there was a deep tickling need in her groin that was nearly unbearable.
But then he started to sing again while teasing her breasts.
“The moon may be high
But I can't see in the sky
I only have eyes for you…”
Just as she was about plead with him to just fuck her already, Joker stopped playing with her breasts and began to move down her body, kissing a trail from between her breasts to her belly and then to her groin. Suddenly Joker moved, the bed protesting loudly. He pulled Harley closer to the middle of the bed making her squeal and giggle, but then her giggles faded as he disappeared under the sheets and blanket with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. Harley giggled and blushed as Joker spread her legs and settled between them. It was a weird sensation to see him moving under the blankets, touching her legs and hips, but not seeing him. She felt Joker shift his position, placing her legs over his shoulders before he wrapped his arms around her hips and pulling her closer, his voice drifting up to her from under the covers.
“I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here
And so am I…”
When he kissed her knee and then the other, goosebumps raced over her skin. Harley pushed herself up on her elbows and started to lift the sheets away when a shudder took her by surprise and she dropped them. The shudder was created by Joker’s breath, warm against her inner thigh, followed by his lips, his soft red lips, brushing along the highly sensitive skin of inner thigh. He switched legs, repeating the same caresses and creating the same results in Harley who made a soft gasp of pleasure and smiled with delight.
Joker lightly blew a line of warm breath from her thigh, down to her groin, making Harley moan softly. He loved hearing the soft moans she made when he touched her, how responsive she was to his touch; he took genuine delight in making her happy. There wasn’t much light under the covers in the already dimly lit room, but he could see her legs spread, the glistening rosy pink of her inviting him to pleasure her. A lopsided grin formed on Joker’s face. He couldn’t believe he’d fallen for his doctor, so unlike him, but then again, he’d never met anyone quite like Dr. Harleen Quinzel…Harley…his Harley..
A wave of intense love and protectiveness suddenly washed over him. Harley belonged to him…and he supposed he belonged to her now, too. He’d never belonged to anyone before…he liked the feeling.
With a gentle touch, he brushed his fingers along the soft skin where her thighs met her hips, a soft stroke up and down, and then he gently brushed at her curling hair. When Harley jumped a little with a surprise gasp, Joker grinned even wider. Joker gradually drew his fingers down along either side of her intimate lips, a light brush that caused Harley to squirm. “That tickles.”
Joker chuckled, continuing to lightly stroke her, touching everywhere but her clitoris. “Good tickle?”
“Yes…” she said, nearly breathless.
Gently, Joker used his fingers to spread her open, exposing more of the bright, wet, rosy pink of her intimate flower…
(Joker pressed his lips together on a low chuckle when he realized that he was sounding like a poet! As silly as it sounded, maybe being poetic came with being in love–he had no idea having never loved anyone before. He’d tell Harley about it later…though a flower seemed like a good metaphor to him.)
Just as he was about lick her, Harley pulled the covers aside to expose him.
He grinned and looked up her body admiring her.
So beautiful, he thought, his heart twisting at the sight of her. It wasn’t just her body that he loved, it was everything. She was funny, smart, and he could see the potential in Harley for becoming his partner…his partner in everything, someone he could show that the world was just a joke and they were all clowns…Harley understood…she understood him…
With a broad and slightly self-deprecating smile, Joker realized just how bad he had it for her, but how could he not?! Right now, resting back on her elbows, her hair like liquid sunshine, her nipples hard and pink, her body flushed and her blue eyes bright like stars, Harley was a dream…his dream.
Keeping his gaze on her, wanting to see her expression, Joker leaned in and dragged the tip of his tongue along her.
The response from Harley was swift; she shuddered in pleasure, a moan escaping her lips.
Joker’s cock throbbed in response to Harley’s moan of pleasure as well as the taste of her on his tongue. Leaning in, he licked her again and once more Harley moaned, biting her bottom lip as she struggled to remain quiet.
Lightly nipping at her, Joker whispered, “Harley, you don’t have to be quiet…we’re no longer in Arkham…you can let yourself go…I want to hear you…I need to hear you scream…”
Harley blushed…god he loved her blush, she wasn’t just beautiful, but also adorable.
“I, ah…” she mumbled, clearly a little embarrassed as the blush grew deeper across her cheeks. It probably didn’t help that he was lightly stroking his fingers against her wet, pink, tender flesh, light touches that were driving her crazy with need.
Grinning at her, Joker pressed his lips to her clitoris with a tender kiss that made Harley whimper. Perhaps he just had to make it so she couldn’t help but scream?
He loved that look on her face when she was completely consumed with their lovemaking. The fact that he could do that thrilled him. Who’d have thought he could fall in love, let alone find someone who would love him back? He had meant what he’d told her–he would burn the world for her…
…all she had to do was ask.
He was new to this entire relationship thing, but he knew she was the one and her pleasure, her wants–all of Harley–was his number one priority. Batman would just have to understand they couldn't hang out all the time, no more boys’ nights on the town, he had Harley to think about now. She was so much more fun than Batbutt anyway, in numerous ways…
Joker grinned as for a moment he imagined Batman’s face when he saw Harley at Joker’s side. Poor Batsy. Granted, he had his Robins, but none of them could hold a candle to his Harley…his heart…his queen. Smiling, he pulled her body closer, his gaze still focused on her expression. Joker explored Harley with his tongue. While there had been a certain danger to fucking in the asylum, he found it was nice not to have to worry about getting caught. Now he could really enjoy himself with Harley even more. He didn’t move quickly because he wanted to play with her for just a little bit, to tease and indulge her until they were both desperate…
Sucking lightly at her clitoris, Joker watched her with bright eyes.
Harley groaned raggedly, her body writhing as her hands balled the sheets at her sides. The way Joker was gazing at her when he did such deliciously wicked things with his tongue was almost too much. Could a woman have an orgasm that was too intense? She might be about to find out she thought to herself before her brain suddenly couldn’t function because Joker had caught her clitoris with his lips. He sucked gently, the tip of his tongue swirling against her until she came with a shudder.
Without thinking about it, Harley stuck the knuckles of one hand in her mouth to dampen the loud groan she wanted to make. Panting, her knuckles clamped between her teeth, Harley looked down at Joker. His tongue stroked her clitoris and then he sucked at her. The sensation had a tickling effect that made her ache with some indescribable need that only Joker could satisfy. Taking her hand away from her mouth, Harley reached out and stroked her fingers through his green hair. She loved the feel his hair, thick and soft, but she especially loved the way his hair would fall back into place to frame his pale, handsome face. She didn’t understand it, but having her fingers in his green hair while he flicked the tip of his tongue against her intensified how good it felt.
Joker growled with pleasure when Harley climaxed. Her grip in his hair tightened enough that it made him wince as she held his head against her, almost like she was subconsciously forcing him to continue (though there was no forcing, he loved where he was). He pulled her closer yet and used his entire mouth, lips, and tongue with a hint of teeth to eat up her orgasm, to lick up every bit of pleasure he could from her while she bit down on her bottom lip, trying to stifle her cries.
“Puddin…” Harley’s ragged moan was still too low for Joker’s liking–he wanted her to scream his name.
Gradually, moving slowly, like a hunting predator, Joker crept back up her body. “You didn’t scream sweets…I guess I’m going to have to try another tactic…”
Harley dropped back against the mattress with a giggle, her smile as bright as her eyes.
“I dare you…”
“What?” Joker stopped, leaning on his hands as he looked down at her with one amused quirked eyebrow giving him a quizzical expression.
“I said: I dare you,” she said with the dare clear in her tone that bubbled into giggles.
Joker blinked just before a lopsided grin broke out on his face. “Oh, you are on sweets. Prepare to scream your pretty lungs out…”
Giggling, Harley was about to make a quip when Joker sat back on his knees, pushing her legs wide.
He gripped one of her thighs, holding his cock with his other hand and slowly rubbed the head of his shaft against her. She was so wet he had focus or he was going to get lost in just how good she felt. Grinning when Harley took a ragged breath, Joker slid himself into her.
There was a moment, after their bodies had joined together, in which neither of them were able to speak or even take a breath. They stared at each other, their attraction and love burning between them. They were meant for each other, had always been meant for each other.
Releasing Harley’s leg, Joker grabbed her hips and pulled her close, his cock buried deep inside her. He watched as he thrust into her, buried deep, then sliding part of the way out, his erection covered in her fluids, only to thrust deeply into her again with a shuddering groan. He squeezed her hips tightly as he thrust hard into her, long and hard strokes. Glancing up from watching his erection moving in and out of her, Joker couldn’t find his breath. Harley’s arms were over her head, her hair a golden cascade that flowed over her arms and the pillow, her breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts.
There was nothing in the world for Joker that would ever match this moment of intense beauty. What had he done to deserve this, he wondered, and a strange feeling washed over him only to quickly disappear before Joker could hold onto it, identify it, and examine it. It didn’t matter, he thought a second later, because he had Harley…his Harley…
Joker arched his back thrusting deep, yanking her up at the same time, adjusting his legs so that Harley’s hips resting on them. Holding her in position with one hand, on a whim he reached down with his other hand and stroked her clitoris with his thumb. Thrusting harder and deeper, he alternated his attention from rubbing her clitoris to gazing at the way her breasts bounced, to her face, watching the waves of pleasure ripple across her features…She might win the dare, he thought with a grin and then groaned as a wave of erotic pleasure washed over him, making it difficult to control himself.
Harley moaned, tossing her arms over her head as Joker plunged into her over and over, but then he did something different. She wasn’t sure what it was, the way he moved his hips, the way he pulled out a little, only to thrust hard into her. Maybe it was the way he was gripping her hips, or the way his thumb stroked her clitoris at the same time…she had no idea…but suddenly she was overwhelmed.
Just as she started to stick her knuckle in her mouth, Joker released her hips and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders. He leaned down to grab her hands by the wrists. Harley was too startled to say anything as he pinned her arms over her head.
Gasping, Harley looked up at him and saw Joker was smiling at her as he held her hands, thrusting hard.
“I want you to scream,” Joker growled erotically. “I want to feel that scream of yours Harls…” He closed his eyes for a moment, fighting for control of himself. “...I love you,” he breathed.
“I love you, puddin.” Harley whimpered.
“Look in my eyes Harley,” he hissed, brushing his nose against hers. “Let me see and hear you…”
Grinning, his blue eyes heavy with lust, Joker kissed her, a hot, erotic kiss.
Reaching up Harley stroked his hair back from his face and gazed into his eyes as he thrust into her. The orgasm that hit her was sudden, as if she had crashed into a wave. She cried out, starting to put her hand over her mouth, but Joker grabbed her hand and laced his fingers with hers and held her hand to the bed.
Their eyes met and Harley let her cry go, a loud, passion filled cry of pure pleasure. Throwing her head back, Harley rode her orgasm loudly and squeezed so hard that Joker was certain his fingers would bruise.
Joker shuddered with pleasure at the sound of her cry mixed with the expression of release on her beautiful face. He struggled, wanting to last longer, but just when he knew he couldn't hold off anymore, he was suddenly being twisted off of Harley…
He landed on his back with a bounce on the mattress, his eyes wide as Harley, her hair a golden mess, her lips rosy and her skin flush, climbed on top of him. She grasped his cock and lowered herself on him. They both grunted and groaned with pleasure as Joker grabbed Harley’s hips. He groaned and hissed again as she adjusted her position, then she pressed her hands down onto his chest. Her fingers pressed hard into his skin as she arched her back and rode him.
God, what a gorgeous woman, Joker thought with a lopsided grin.
“Now…” Her breath was ragged when she spoke. Locks of her blonde hair framed her face, wild and unkempt looking. Her blue eyes glowed in the dim light as she looked down at him slowly circling his nipples with her fingertips, a succubus come to claim what was left of his soul.
“You are gonna scream for me,” Harley said with a wicked grin on her pretty face.
The grin that spread across Joker’s face was both handsome and slightly goofy.
“Whatever you say sweets…I’m yours…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Abuse me…make me scream…”
Smiling, Harley leaned down to brush her nose against his, her eyes hooded, and then she kissed him, a hot and heavy kiss; at the same time she lightly pinched his nipples. Joker jerked and chuckled against her mouth when she pinched his nipples. Before he could make a comment about how it was going to take more than that, Harley pushed herself up again. She pressed her hands into his chest, gazing down at him with the gaze of a predator. He’d seen that same look in her eyes back at Arkham…Harley was a beast, she just needed him to show her how much of an animal she could be, but thoughts of predators and beasts were lost as she began to ride him harder.
Groaning, Joker grasped Harley’s thighs as her hips thrusted forward and back, her back arching as she squeezed her legs against his side. He had completely lost control, he was at her mercy and he loved it! Reaching up, Joker cupped her breasts, squeezing and brushing his thumbs over her nipples while Harley continued her rocking thrusts, her hands caressing his stomach and chest. He gazed up at her like a worshiper, completely devoted, possessed by her, and obsessed with her.
Panting loudly, Harley dropped down to grab a fistsful of his green hair with both hands as she kissed him, a hard and passionate kiss. Joker moaned softly as he returned her kiss, his cock throbbing when she caught his bottom lip with her teeth. She sat back up and leaned backwards, grasping his knees. Joker nearly came when she bent backwards. Watching her bend back, her breasts bouncing, and feeling her muscles constrict around his erection made him moan loudly.
“Harley…”
Looking at her, bent back, her fingers gripping his knees painfully, her clitoris exposed, wet and rosy pink in color, Joker moaned again, this time with a plea mixed in. “Harley…”
She came back up, brought her legs up until she was in a squatting position which she used to her advantage. Joker’s body jerked in response to her new position ,reaching up to grasp her knees as she thrust and rocked, her hands pressed into his chest, but then she started to piston on his cock, showing off her impressive thigh strength.
“Ah, fuck…” Joker gasped and groaned, his hands dropping from her knees to grasp her rear just as Harley squeezed him tightly and cried out. He tried not to, he really did, but feeling the rush of her fluids, mixed with the way she was fucking him and squeezing…
Joker pressed his head back into the mattress and cried out, a loud, almost pained sounding cry of pleasure.
*
Harley yawned, rubbing one of her eyes.
She was lying on her stomach, one arm hanging off the mattress. She didn’t remember falling asleep after their lovemaking earlier, but she must have at some point. Rubbing her eyes again, Harley saw Joker. He was wearing a pair of dark purple slacks, a pair of green suspenders, and nothing else. He was squatted in front of the fireplace with a cigarette held between his lips, adding a few sticks to the glowing fire. The room felt warm and toasty, which was why she wasn’t freezing despite the fact that most of the blanket and sheets were gathered at her hips.
“How long have you been awake?” she asked sleepily, pushing herself up and running her hands through her hair.
Joker smiled, watching her, the firelight dancing across her naked skin. “Not too long–hungry?”
“Maybe a little,” she said, dropping her feet to the floor and wrapping a blanket around herself.
He stood up and walked over to the small table in the room. He flicked ashes into the makeshift ashtray–an empty can of soda–and picked up a banged up metal mug. He walked over and sat down on the bed beside her, handing the mug to her.
“Coffee,” he explained as she took it. “Careful, it's still pretty hot. You like scrambled eggs?” he asked after taking a drag from his cigarette.
“Ah…yes… yes I do,” she said, confused, but Joker only grinned, smoke rolling from his nostrils. “Lucky for you, I’m pretty good at making scrambled eggs. Not sure why I know how, but I do.”
He took another drag, slowly blowing out a perfect ring of smoke before he spoke again.
“There are some clothes in the bathroom for you…”
Harley blushed, smiling happily at him. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me sweets,” Joker whispered, kissing her bare shoulder. “You’re my girl and I’m going to take care of my girl.” Sticking the cigarette in his mouth, he smiled at her as he reached out and brushed his fingers along her jaw. “Always be mine?”
He tried to ask the question in a flippant way, but his true feelings and fears oozed into his tone despite his best effort.
Harley felt a delicious thrill when he touched her, but what made her heart hurt was seeing the pain in her puddin’s eyes. She may not know his past pains–hell, he didn’t know–but the feelings and fears of that pain lingered in his gaze and in his unspoken words.
Putting her coffee aside, Harley took his hand, turning it palm up. Harley kissed the inside of his palm, then his wrist. She could feel the beat of his heart against her lips. Brushing her lips across his wrist one more time, Harley looked up at Joker and pressed his hand between her breasts.
“I’m yours Joker, and you? You are mine,” she said firmly as her eyes teared up. “No one is going to take you away from me–not Batman, not the police, not your gang…” Harley began to choke up a little as the intensity of her emotions started to overwhelm her. “No one will ever step between us and if they try, I will hurt them…” A single tear rolled down her cheek. “I will. You’re my puddin and nothing and nobody is going to change that.”
Something flickered across Joker’s eyes for a split second, making him look like a little boy, a lost and abandoned soul, made to feel unwanted...unworthy of being loved, lost and alone…a man in need of understanding, acceptance, and love.
All things that Harley wanted and would give him because she loved him.
That fleeting image of Joker’s pain made Harley’s heart break and tears burn in her eyes. She felt so helpless, unsure what else to do. Some psychiatrist she was. Maybe it had something to do with her closeness to the situation and the fact that Joker had fucked her into a blissful oblivion, but Harley still felt as if she was letting Joker down, letting the man she loved down…
Despite that, Harley said the one thing that Joker needed to hear, the words coming straight from the depths of her heart.
“I love you puddin…I will always love you.”
She reached out to caress his cheek with the back of her fingers. Joker surprised her when he caught her face in his hands and kissed her. It was a tender kiss, sweet and emotion-filled with just enough hunger in it that Harley felt a throb between her legs.
After he broke the kiss with a light lick of his tongue against her lips, Joker smiled softly at her.
“I love you my Harlequin, only and ever you.”
Harley smiled sweetly, her cheeks turning pink.
Reaching past her, Joker grabbed her cup of coffee and placed it in her hands. “You should probably drink your coffee and get dressed or I’m just gonna have to throw you back into bed and play hide the sausage all night.” To punctuate his sentence, Joker leaned over to kiss her shoulders before picking her arm up and comically kissed his way down it.
Harley giggled. “Okay, okay, but I do like your alternate plans.”
“That’s my girl.” Joker laughed, giving her a light boop on the end of her nose with his finger making her laugh.
Taking a sip of her coffee–which, to her pleasure, Joker had added cream and sugar to, just the way she liked it–Harley asked. “Where did you get eggs? I thought our food had run out yesterday?” It wasn’t as if they had much in the first place.
“Crane went out and did some shopping at some point yesterday while we were sleeping…well I’m assuming he did shopping. I suppose he could have robbed someplace.” Joker shrugged getting up from the bed which groaned in protest. “Anyway, he brought back a couple of bags of groceries, with coffee and eggs among them. Why don’t you go get dressed and I’ll whip us up some breakfast?”
“Okay, thank you,” she said, taking another sip of her coffee before she stood. She started to hand him the cup, but he waved her off. “Take it with you, it’ll help warm you up faster.”
*
Harley came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, her hair brushed until it shone, barefoot, and dressed in a pair of black bell bottoms, a red snug-fitting turtleneck that was a little too short, leaving an inch wide gap between her top and her pants, her glasses, and some light makeup. She was immediately hit with the smell of cooking eggs along with the sound of Joker singing happily.
“People are strange
When you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
When you're alone…”
Making her way to the “kitchen” which was part of an office space with a conference room on the upper floors, along with their bathroom and bedroom, Harley stopped and listened. Joker really did have a wonderful singing voice, she thought and looked around the corner. There he was, at the stove, having now added a dark evergreen collared shirt to his ensemble. The dress shirt was untucked, unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He was still barefoot and his suspenders were hanging down, bouncing against his thighs as he moved his hips in time with the beat of the song he sang. He stopped singing and hummed a little as the took a sip of his coffee. A moment later, he picked up the song again.
“When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange.”
“You ready? The eggs are done!” Joker called out as he lifted the pan and began to put portions of eggs on three paper plates.
Harley came around the corner, trying to move like she hadn’t been spying on him. No, not her. “Here you go…” Joker picked up a plate after wiping his hands on a towel and handed it to her.
“You should eat all of that–you need the protein.”
Harley took her plate and headed over to the linoleum table in the center of the kitchen. It was a pretty disgusting table, cracked and stained. The color had long faded, so it was hard to tell what color it was supposed to be, but it looked a yellowish grey at the moment.
Just as she sat, Joker yelled, making her jump. “CRANE!! Get your skinny ass in here, it's breakfast time!”
Harley giggled as she dug into her eggs, which were fluffy and salted just right. Making a passionate groan of pleasure at the sensation, she took another bite.
Joker grinned with delight, wrinkling his nose at her just as Crane came in. He looked a little pale, but his eyes were bright and alert. He was dressed in dark brown slacks, a rumpled looking white shirt, and a tweed jacket, glasses perched on the end of his long nose. He looked like the perfect absent-minded professor.
“Evening,” he said as Joker shoved a plate at him, along with a chipped ceramic mug with a picture of Holly Hobby on it.
Crane looked confused for a moment, but took the food and drink and walked over to sit with Harley.
“As soon as we’re all done eating, we’ll head out,” Joker said with a grin as he loaded his plate with the rest of the eggs.
Crane looked surprised as he took a bite of his eggs. He quickly took three more bites and then asked. “How are we going to get there? Walking in this weather doesn’t seem viable…”
“No worries darling, I’ve got that covered.” Joker smiled as he sat down next to Harley.
*
After eating, Joker finished dressing. Seeing him coming out of the bathroom fully dressed, dark purple pinstripe suit, the shirt now buttoned up, a dark, burnt orange vest, with green tie and a pair of black, sharply pointed dress shoes with white spats, Harley sighed in admiration. His hair was mostly brushed back from his sharp featured face, but a few wavy strands had fallen free to frame his face.
Harley suddenly couldn’t breathe when she saw Joker in his suit, he looked so devilishly handsome that Harley knew if he asked her to sign away her soul, she would…perhaps she already had.
“All right, let’s hit the road!” Joker said with a cheerful grin. “We’ve got a city to terrorize!”
Joker’s following laughter gave Harley goosebumps of pleasure and maybe just a hint of apprehension.