"But puddin..Don't you wanna play with me?"
"Of course I do baby, but I need to go work too."
Harley gave her award winning pout, crossing her arms as she sat on the cold kitchen counter watching J put on his purple snakeskin jacket. She hated being alone in their home, or anywhere without him for that matter. All the colour in her life faded away into bland gray colours that fogged up her vision without her lover's presence.
"Do you have to go?"
J saw tears filling Harley's eyes, making him sigh as he strode over and tenderly kissed her lips. Harley responded eagerly, kissing him hungrily so he wouldn't let go. To her dismay she felt his lips part from hers as he slicked back his electric green hair and walked towards the door.
"It's a big heist, Harls. It's not worth not making an appearance."
The door shut.
Harley groaned, laying on her back and staring up at the ceiling. She blew away the strand of hair that covered her face before rubbing a tear away from her eye, sitting up to look at every detail of the room. She needed something to distract her.
Harley almost reached for the knife hidden in her bra when the door aggressively opened, following with a loud slam. Harley blinked seeing her angel standing before her as he ripped off his jacket and tossed his cane aside.
"Let's make this quick, Harls."
Harley squealed, the fireworks of colour returning as she lept into his arms and kissed him hungrily.
This definitely wouldn't be quick.
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Knock knock.
"What do you want?"
Harley slowly entered the office, seeing J at his desk doing paperwork and plans. She strode over and sat on the arm of the chair before lightly kissing his cheek. She didn't know what mood he was in, so she'd may as well be cautious about it.
J growled at her touch, obviously not in the mood for contact. But believe me, it was hard for him to say no.
"Harls, could I pretty please have some alone time?" J asked in a sweet voice, locking his eyes with hers with a grin on his face. Harley nodded, deciding not to further argue, and sadly walked out the door. J sighed, turning back to his work.
Harley heard a loud groan from the office before hearing his angelic voice.
"Harley, get over here."
Harley squealed to herself and skipped back into the room, sitting on his lap this time. J purred in her ear, kissing her forehead for Harley's sake and getting out a big piece of paper with messy writing scribbled all over it.
"Ok baby, what do you think of this plan for batsy?"
Harley skimmed over the writing, then looked at a sketch of what seemed to be Robin tied to something and a man with green hair next to him with a knife or two. Harley giggled, realizing J used her idea.
"You used my idea puddin!" she exclaimed excitedly, putting her arms around her lover's neck and staring into his eyes that looked right back at hers.
"Mm, sure did pooh. It was a great idea I couldn't put it off any longer," J replied.
"So..When will this possibly happen?" she asked, trailing a finger down his tattooed chest.
"Pretty soon, Harls," J answered putting his pen down and putting his arms around Harley's small waist. Harley's finger went over his heart, which was beating rapidly. She loved that she did these things to him.
J smiled and leaned in for a kiss, Harley replying happily and passionately crashing her lips against his. Their lips molded together perfectly in sync as J growled into it and leaned back farther in the seat, bringing Harley's whole body against his as they stopped for a second, their faces millimetres from each other as they both gasped for air.
"I'm all yours.." Harley said seductively with a smile on her face.
"..Daddy."
Harley knew how much J got turned on by her saying that. She swore she saw his pupils dilate as his breathing became heavier and faster paced.
"Say it again."
"Daddy."
A loud growl escaped J's throat, making Harley more aroused by the second. He stood up as Harley was attached to his torso, and they kissed each other hungrily again as J held her butt and carried his girl to the bedroom.
They gasped for air again, their noses touching before J shoved Harley onto the bed and crawled after her. Harley giggled, cupping his face in her hands as he straddled her.
"God damn it, I need to stop letting you into my office."
Harley smiled, knowing how much he wants her. It was an amazing feeling of pure ecstasy, and they've barely even done much yet.
"Cmon, daddy, play with me," Harley spoke seductively, with anything but a serious face. J growled.
"Oh, my dear, I plan on it."
~~
The plan wouldn't stop leaving Harley's mind. She couldn't help imagining how amazing this would be when it worked, and how genuinely happy her puddin would be. The thought of that made her even happier. It was happening soon too, that's for sure. J wouldn't tell her exactly when though, so Harley decided that most days she will focus on practicing her fighting skills. With her lover's help, of course.
"Ok, sweets, right in the bullseye."
J's breath near Harley's neck pushed her confidence even further as three gunshots rang out. Harley blinked, seeing all three in the exact same spot on the bullseye.
"You've got a good aim, Harls! Now, get over here."
Harley skipped to where J went, her ponytails swaying back and forth. She saw three dummies, each one looking like either the Bat or Robin. She giggled at that.
J's arm came around her body as he explained what she needs to do. Harley soaked in every word.
Harley picked up her bat, feeling nostalgia from all the different memories this bat held within it. She remembered this was the very same one Mr. J had when he broke out of Arkham, using it to finish off every last victim that was still breathing. It was the same day Harleen was strapped to that metal table, and he held both paddles near the sides of her head, all sanity Harleen held about to fall into a black hole.
*Flashback*
"I-I did everything you said. I helped you."
His toxic smile spread across his face, a giggle escaping his throat.
"You helped me?"
Harleen nodded nervously, sweating bullets under him.
"By erasing my mind?"
His hands did the talking, as they always did. Harleen saw fire in his eyes as he became enraged. He slammed his fists on either side of her, multiple times, before yelling,
"What few faded memories I had?!"
He somewhat calmed down, running his hands through his hair as he mumbled a "no" and rested his elbow on the table.
"You left me in a black hole of rage and confusion."
There was silence for a moment. The only thing being heard were Harleen's shaky breaths.
He shot up standing straight, his expressive hands making a point as he spoke again.
"Is that the medicine you practice, Dr. Quinzel?"
He fiddled with the purple glove on his hand, before walking over to a machine. Not just any machine. Harleen realized what was coming next. She struggled on the table, trying to figure out some way to escape. Of course there was no hope.
A burning tear ran down her face as her vision was blurred by the radiating lamp over her face.
"W-what are you gonna do? You gonna kill me, mistah J?"
J somehow appeared over her again, his toxic smile haunting her mind.
"What?"
He let out his deranged laugh, that now only sent chills down Harleen's spine.
Her eyes widened when she noticed the paddles in his hands, knowing what was going to happen to her. He was giving her a taste of her own medicine. Harleen realized how stupid it was to perform electroshock therapy on patients, she was even against it. She didn't choose to do it to him. It was a rule in the asylum. But she could've done something about it. All it's ever done for him is kill any faded memories that kept any amount of sanity within him. He could've been fixed, she thought, if he hadn't had electroshock therapy countless times.
His voice interrupted her frantic thoughts, bringing her back to reality as a shadow was cast over his face. The only thing she saw was the scorching light of the lamp and his glistening silver smile.
"Oh..I'm not going to kill you.."
She heard the excitement in his voice.
"I'm just going to hurt you, doctor..Really..really..bad."
Harleen shut her eyes, wishing for it all to go away. She wished she could be at home, even in the alleys of Gotham, anywhere but here.
The old smell of the asylum and the sound of his toxic laugh was all that ran through her mind, his laugh repeating itself over and over in her head.
*End of flashback*
"Harley! Anyone home?"
J's voice brought Harley back to reality, as she saw his face near hers. His eyes sparkled fear, but for only a moment before she snapped back. Harley blinked, before seeing his eyes that sent a wave of comfort over her. She was here. She was safe.
"Okay, you know what to do," he said stepping back and rubbing his hands together. He loved seeing Harley's destructive side. He thrived on all her bitterness and insanity that she held within her.
Harley gripped her personalized bat tightly, all the words and sayings scribbled onto it replaying in her head. She positioned herself in front of the Robin dummy, letting her anger towards him take control as she swung the bat over her shoulder with sheer force.
"Good! Very good. Keep going."
J's voice boosted Harley's confidence as she swung rapidly at each dummy until it was in tiny pieces across the floor.
Harley turned to J for approval, seeing his arms wide open as she squealed and ran in for a hug, dropping the bat on the floor.
J gripped Harley tightly, taking in her scent of shampoo she always used since Arkham. They've come so far together. J doesn't even remember how long it's been since he first laid eyes on her with that tight neat bun and wide framed glasses.
"..Puddin? You can let go now.."
J loosened his grip, letting go of Harley as she stood before him and picked up the bat again.
J admired every inch of her appearance, from her black booty shorts to the loose red crop tee to the fishnet tights and black heels. Everything about her was perfect.
"What's next?" Harley exclaimed excitedly with confidence, watching her angel for a reply.
"Why don't we go look at our big plan, hm?" J suggested, or demanded, taking her hand and leading her to the office. Harley squealed, the sound piercing J's ears. He rolled his eyes, but smiled at her excitement. It was contagious.
He sat in the leather chair, Harley on his lap again as he explained his idea in detail. Harley listened to every word, as well as watching his hands do the talking as a part of the Joker facade. He was so expressive, he didn't need to use words to make a point.
After J finished explaining, Harley squealed (again) and clapped her hands.
"This is gonna be amazing puddin'! If it all goes as planned this would be a dream come true!"
"It will go as planned, Harley. I will make sure of that," J said putting his hand on the small of Harley's back. Harley nodded with a smile, love and lust sparkling in her big blue eyes.
"Of course it will."
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oh my god thank you for over 20k reads i'm deceased
this was a slightly shorter chapter but i really needed to update hah
so finally this story is somewhat going somewhere ?
it's kind of all over the place i'm sorry this writing isn't as good
but it's still okay and it's lovey dovey aNd you get a flashback so there's that you're welcome
i'm gonna make another storY
i'm not stopping this one though don't worry hah
but it will be a harley x joker x ivy !!
i'm excited to write it and i hope you like it :)
k bye i'm tired
also MERRY CHRISTMAS
christmas is tomorrow and i'm not even festive smh
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