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Her figure is hugged tightly by her black and red split-color spandex harlequin bodysuit, complete with her jestress' hat, adorned with two tails that end in white pom-poms at jaw's length. With a hand on her curvaceous hip, she watches as her beloved Puddin' lounges in an armchair, exhausted and sitting as closely to "laying down" as he possibly can. The fireplace before Joker adds an atmosphere to the room that draws Harley's attention immediately to Joker's tired, yet still cynically happy face. The glow shines off his pale white flesh, warming the ice that had grown around Harley's heart.

"Puddin'," Harley says, breaking the silence with her singsongy working-class Brooklyn accent, "Ya look so tired. Can I do anything for ya, Mista J?"

"Hmm..." Joker purrs maliciously, his aloof dismissal soaring over Harley's head.

"I can... get ya somethin' to eat? Maybe put on some music, huh?" Harley saunters over to her lover's lap, sitting without hesitation, crossing her legs as she sinks into Joker's open and careless arms, snuggled against him with her nose against his neck, "Maybe I can... take off some of that stress? I wouldn't mind a Puddin' pop," Harley giggles, tracing a finger along Joker's tie.

"W-what was..." Joker snaps out of his exhausted basking, looking to his sidekick quizzically, "Harley, what the hell was that?"

Harley laughs with a small snort, "Oh! I was just jokin' that I'd show you a nice time with my mouth... and you're my Puddin'... the Puddin' pop is supposed to be your co--"

"No, no! I know what that means..." Joker stands up, forcing Harley to land on the floor, smoothing out his purple pinstripe suit, "I mean the puns, Harley, the puns... you can't just rely on puns to make a good joke!"

"Hey, I'm plenty funny!" Harley pouts, crossing her arms as she sits on her knees, "Not every joke has to be your way in order to be funny... what do you know about..."

"What do I know?" Joker's voice grows from sophisticated and parental to a heated, gravely hiss, "What do I know?!" Joker storms close to Harley, looming over her as she sheepishly smiles in shame. "I am comedy. I am the reason this world will laugh itself into an inevitable death. I am the reason for a lot of things, woman, and I... am the reason... you're here." Joker grins ear to ear, his scars splitting only slightly. In a flash he grabs Harley by her neck, slowly lifting her off her knees until she stands, struggling lightly under his grasp. He watches her writhe in anticipation as he pulls her closer, whispering into her ear, "You like puns, my dear? Disgusting... say it. Say you've disgusted me."

Harley places both hands on Joker's arm, gasping a bit, "I've... d-disgusted... my Puddin'." Harley's throat tightens beneath Joker's grip, "I'm... s-sorry."

"You're sorry? I don't believe you," Joker says, his voice entering patronizing sadism as his eyes trail down Harley's slender frame. His gaze stops at Harley's prominent mons, noticing the fabric of her bodysuit has gotten rather damp, "No... not one bit," Joker presses an available thumb against her mons - just over her clit, making Harley blush deeply. He releases the pressure of his thumb, rubbing his thumb and index finger together, sampling her dampness, "You are, however, rather horny, aren't you? You like puns so much... Harlot Quinn... let's see how deeply you can take a joke. Oh, don't look at me that way, all sad. Why so serious?"

Harley is released from Joker's grasp, falling to her knees, squirming and catching her breath. She looks up in a strangely aroused terror as Joker's slacks drop to his ankles. Harley gasps as his thick, pale cock stands erect, visibly pulsating as dark blue veins compliment his acidic, green hair. A sadistic, perverted grin is painted across Joker's face with too much ease as his gaze pierces Harley's soul.

"Suck." Joker demands, watching Harley's eyes widen with lust and with love.

Harley's heart flips in her chest as she scrambles forward on command, remaining on her knees and licking her lips like a starving calf. Without a word, Harley removes her black, Shakespeare collar gloves and takes Joker's cock in her warm, bare hands, feeling how solid it is. Every twitch of her Puddin's cock is like a strange electricity in her hands that she all too lovingly brings close to her black-painted lips.

Joker lifts a foot and pushes Harley from her knees to her ass, pulling his cock out of her hands and out of reach, "On second thought, I think that's too much of a reward for you."

"Wh-n-no! Puddin', please, let me just..." Harley bites her bottom lip, watching as Joker picks his slacks up off the floor, "Puddin', l-let me... I just... Arthur..."

"What?" Joker hisses, staring daggers at the harlequin at his disposal, "Maybe I am only a joke to you. Don't you remember anything? Nothing at all? Arthur is dead... care to join him?"

"Are you threatening to kill me, Mista J?"

"No, not at all, Dollface," Joker says with a sadistic grin, unbuttoning his blazer and undershirt, loosening his tie before throwing them to the floor alongside his slacks. He saunters cooly toward his ward, his cock sprung, aching, hurting, and leaking. "I'm just gonna hurt'cha... really, really bad."

Joker grabs both sides of Harley's head, slamming her face into his groin, his cock penetrating Harley's mouth without warning. He thrusts harshly yet slowly, holding Harley's head in place with a soul-splitting grin streaked across his lips. He can feel his cock pulsating in her mouth as she moves her tongue, desperately trying to move her head to suck him properly; Joker chuckles softly, holding her head tightly in place. She wants it so badly... the little slut. What is it with her, anyway? She's absolutely... crazy. Joker's haunting smile fades slowly, turning into a vicious, lustful expression.

"You're quite mad, Harley Quinn," Joker purrs, slowly, teasingly rocking his hips back and forth, taunting Harley with the cock she wants so desperately to devour, "Aren't'cha... you're writhing inside. You're fighting and drowning..." he slowly slides his cock further into Harley's throat, "choking..."

Harley groans and attempts to gasp over Joker's shaft, looking up at him through watery eyes, begging with those eyes to allow her to breathe. He's gonna kill me! I can't breathe... this is how I'm dyin', my Puddin's cock shoved down my throat just like everything else! Suddenly, Joker rips his cock out of Harley's throat, leaving her to cough and gasp as she falls from her knees to her ass, gasping a little harder. She finally catches her breath, holding her hand over her racing heart, dabbing tears away from her eyes.

Joker stands watching, his smile twitching and his scars split a bit more. He begins to laugh as he strokes himself, his jerking motion a bit side-wound as he uses his right hand. Using his left, he signals "come here" to his ward, watching with glee as she struggles to stand, regaining feeling in her legs. He backs himself to his armchair, sitting down, placing his hands on the arms of the chair. Joker smiles at Harley as he raises a brow, looking her body over.

Harley's heart races as she breathes heavily, obeying Joker's unspoken lust. She stands wearily, reaching behind her back and grabbing the zipper of her bodysuit. Unzipping, she allows her suit to fall and drape around her slender waist. She stands topless before her love, shy yet eerily excited. She slips the bodysuit down her frame, exposing a thin pair of black panties with lace trims, stepping out of the suit on the floor.

"Well?" Harley asks quietly, "Ya just... gonna... stare at me, Mista... J?"

Joker's cock twitches along with his grin, "Come... have a seat, Harley. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He slowly grips the base of his cock, resisting the urge to stroke. Harley can only gaze in awe at the madman atop his throne, his shaft in hand, waiting for none other than her to satisfy him. "I choose... to let you satisfy me," he says slyly, his grin a mirage of terror.

Harley loses herself in Joker's sinister eyes, coming closer as if he'd never choked her, as if he'd never fondled her, and as if he'd never thrown her aside. Her heart beats for him - any faster and her chest would sound like her classic chattering-teeth gag. She takes off her jestress hood, tossing it to the floor. All that stands lewdly before Joker now is a pale, blonde haired psychopath with black undergarments that slowly fall off her body. Bare before her mad lover, Harley succumbs to the urge; she straddles Joker's lap lovingly, feeling his hot shaft against her aching clitoris. Beneath her pale complexion, Joker can see her beginning to blush.

"Now, now, Harley..." Joker purrs as he slowly grabs both sides of Harley's ass, kneading at her curves, "Why such a serious expression? Smile. Tell Daddy what it is you want, hmm?" he says enticingly, lifting and lowering his hips, rubbing his shaft against Harley's sensitive, dampened slit.

"I... I just... wanna make my Puddin' feel good, is all," Harley says softly, her voice shaking and sultry. "Please..."

"Hmm?" Joker leans close to his ward, pressing his forehead to hers, staring deeply into her blue, bedroom eyes, "One more time, Dollface... you want Daddy to feel what, now?"

"To feel... g-good..." Harley stammers, adjusting herself, slowly lowering herself onto Joker's cock, allowing it to sink inside of her as her muscles contract, squeezing Joker's shaft tightly.

Joker closes his rolled back eyes and allows his facial muscles to slack, showing off the glistening grill on his bottom teeth. "Aa-augh, Harley..." Joker leans forward and buries his face gently into Harley's soft breasts. He can feel her heart slamming against her chest amidst bated breath as he inhales deeply, taking in her full scent. "Mmm, you're even warmer than I remember... you've been keeping yourself revved up for me, haven't you?" His voice is eerie, suave, but also very hot and husky. Harley nods her head down, pressing her lips against his green-haired skull, kissing him lightly, but Joker ignores the gesture.

Harley begins to ride slowly, feeling Joker's throbbing tool pulsate inside her. She stifles her moans, wanting to hear nothing but her Puddin's moans and heavy breathing. It could be like this all the time, Puddin', ya just gotta trust me, ya know? Although... Joker likes it when things get a little rough. "Tell me you love me," Harley whispers softly.

"What?" Joker stops thrusting, looking up at Harley, noticing an eerie grin across her otherwise adorably smiling face, "Why would I say something like tha--"

Harley's hand grips Joker's throat immediately, cutting him off, "Ya'd say it, Puddin', because ya love me!" Harley grins wider, rocking a bit harder on Joker's cock. "Hmmgh, you're pretty hard today, Mista J..."

"Har...ley?" Joker asks in an aroused confusion. This isn't his usual bratty, submissive concubine. This was someone else now... someone exciting. He reaches out for her, one hand on the back of her neck and another gripping her hip. "Harley..." he gasps, smiling in amusement, "since when did you get so... interesting?"

"When did you get so cocky?" Harley giggles, tightening her grip on her lover's throat just beneath his jaw, "Tell me ya love me, Mista J," she grins, feeling Joker's grip tighten harder on her nape. She starts to bounce on his cock, riding him harder. The look on Joker's face is priceless; he's clearly unsure if he should be angry or amused.

Joker says nothing, instead, he releases his grip on Harley's hip, moving it to the small of her back as he stands, kneeling to the floor and laying Harley on her back. She holds her grip on Joker's throat, even as he smiles sadistically. He moves his hands to her hips, wasting no time. He slams himself into her as hard as he can, listening to her shrill groans of pleasure. With each thrust, Harley's grip loosens around his neck.

Harley tries to keep her strength maintained, but even with the assistance of a second hand around Joker's throat, all Harley can do is submit to him, feeling him take over her entire being from the inside out. Her kinky strangulation turns into a passionate caress as her hands gently glide down his tattooed chest. She can't help but allow sizzling moans to rise off her tongue as her body sings with bliss each time he penetrates her; her pussy tightens as she rides with him, gazing deeply into eyes that slowly turn mad, erotic, and psychotic. Manic.

Harley slides her hands back up Joker's chest, up his neck and along his cheeks until she reaches his toxic green hair, gripping it firmly, "Mista J... ya feel so... aagh!" she squeals, "Mmgh... you're... gonna make me cum if ya... oo-ooh! R-right there!"

"That's a good girl, Harley," Joker groans, letting go of her hips and leaning over to her ear, both arms on either side of her shoulders, mounted over her like a hungry beast, "Just let Daddy take you... let Daddy play with his favorite toy," his breath is almost a rolling thunder in her ear as he picks up the pace. Joker thrusts harder, watching Harley's chest bounce as he slinks away from her ear. He quickly pulls out, turns her to her knees, and stuffs himself back in, feeling his ache worsen for her. He swells harder, feeling her damp walls squeezing his cock for dear life. "Mmmgh, Harley Quinn," he says, almost taunting, "you naughty... naughty little girl."

Harley arches her back a bit, turning her head to see her sadistic lover, "Mista J, who knew ya had it in ya to do this... but I gotta ask," she blushes, biting her bottom lip, "When are ya gonna start fuckin' me... like ya own me?"

Joker's pupils grow small, like pin holes as the crazed look in his eyes intensifies, "As if I don't own you already?" he growls, amused. He winds Harley's hair around his fist and pulls, forcing Harley to slam herself further onto his cock. Over and over he thrusts inside her, pulling her hair firmly to force himself deeper inside. "By the looks of things, my dear, I would... s-say I already... own you!" Joker slows his pace, pulling out steadily then fiercely thrusting forward, slamming against Harley's cervix. He listens to her moan, breathing heavily and hearing his name as if Harley were under a spell.

"H-harder, Puddin'! R-ride your Harley all over Gotham!" Harley groans, giggling in mania, but also playfully, almost roaring in ecstasy. She throws herself back onto Joker's cock as he pulls her hair, feeling her pussy throbbing internally, flexing and dampening to appease Joker's thick shaft and impressive length.

Joker releases Harley's hair, allowing her to fall forward. She reaches beneath herself, parting her lips for him. Taking the invitation, Joker strokes at Harley's clit while thrusting a little faster. He can feel the bliss welling inside and thrusts harder. All he can hear in his mind is Harley's voice. Don't you have a sense of humor, Mista J? It's just a joke, Mista J! Awww, Puddin', can't ya take a joke? What's wrong Puddin'? Puddin'? Mista J?

"God... I'm... I can't... hold it," Harley squeaks through a whisper, her sensitive, pale nipples constantly grazing lightly against the shag carpeting, "Uu-uu-ughn!" Harley groans, her stomach contracting as her orgasm builds, "Go ahead and fill me up, Boss," she begs, tilting her head back and allowing her tongue to rest on her bottom lip, "Mista J, I'm gonna... I'm cumming!"

Joker immediately rips his cock out of her, allowing her to flop to the floor. He pants wildly, sweat beads dripping down his jaw and onto his tattooed chest as he looks through a vision blurred by madness and panic. He throbs, feeling closer. He watches as Harley squirms on the ground before him, whining and begging for him to finish her.

"Why!? Why would you do that!? Please, Mista J, put it back in. I'm so close," she begs, slipping her fingers inside herself, spreading her labia open wide to show her twitching, swollen clit and soaked entrance. "Puddin', please? I'll be a good girl, I swear!"

"Nah..." Joker pants, standing up from the floor and walking away. I almost gave in. I almost came inside her. God, I want to! "I thought... I thought it'd be funny if you didn't... get the Joke."

Harley's eyes widen as she tries to calm her squirming, realizing what he meant, "You mean... this was... you weren't gonna... this was just a joke?"

"Can't you get a sense of humor, Harley?" Joker says, sitting down in his chair again, his cock still hard and standing on its own, pulsating and aching even more so than before. "I thought it was just funny... Puddin'! Ha! Ha-ha-ha-haa-aa-aa!"

Harley's eyes grow from bedroom to hungry as she stands up, making her way to Joker as he laughs. He forcefully straddles his lap again, gripping his hair with more force, making him look into her eyes as she slips his cock back inside her. She isn't smiling, she isn't laughing, and she's barely moaning anymore. Her passion turned into fire and Joker's laughing turned into gasps of bewilderment as she rides him harshly, slamming herself down onto him and riding him as fast and hard as her panic will allow her.

She tosses her head back in bliss as she groans, moaning as her orgasm slowly builds back up, forcing nervous and maniacal laughter to escape Harley's sweet voice. Her pussy dampens even more as she feels the fire igniting in her belly and her vaginal walls constrict again, sucking the life out of Joker's shaft.

"Harley! Wh-what are you... aagh..." Joker's heart begins to thump harder. He freezes in a daze as Harley takes over, riding his cock and easing the frustration that's been building up. It's a trap, right? She doesn't actually... no, it's just another primal thing. "Harley..."

Harley presses her chest against Joker, sliding her left hand from his hair to the back of his neck, slowly her bouncing to steady rocking, raising and lowering herself skillfully, "Let it all out, Mista J... put it all away," she growls, her voice calming down. She leans to Joker's right ear and moans gently, "I love you, Puddin'."

Joker's hands slowly trail Harley's sides, following the movement of her hips as he grips her, thrusting steadily up into her once again, "Har...ley..." he groans, feeling the same fire in his belly. His eyes widen with madness as he stares blankly to the ceiling, feeling Harley drain him for all that he is. He whispers, "I'm..."

"You're what, Puddin'?" Harley purrs, twitching suddenly as her orgasm crashes over her, "Oh God... G-god... M-Mista J... I'm... mmmgh!" she continues riding a little faster, her orgasm taking over her movements and mind, forcing her hips to gain a mind of their own. Soon, she can feel the rush between her legs as she whispers in ecstasy, "I'm... c-cumming!"

Joker breathes harder as he feels Harley's juices flow over his shaft, dampening his lap. The convulsions force Harley's pussy to tighten and loosen over Joker's cock rather rapidly; she continues riding him, bringing him even closer to orgasm. He looks at her orgasming face, her eyes looking satisfied and for once, her voice is silent save the singing, blissful moans and coos of passion... and love.

"Harleen..." Joker whispers, his heart racing and slamming against his chest as he hugs around Harley tightly, thrusting up into her as far and as hard as he can, forcing her to groan harder, to her enjoyment. He squeezes his eyes shut, his forehead against her neck. "Fuck... I'm... I'm gonna... H-Harley..." Joker thrusts harder and faster, making himself winded as his mind finally breaks. A rushing coolness washes over him, like relief after a headache. He dry-screams, gently biting Harley's collarbone as he empties himself into her, his cock throbbing gratefully as his seed pours into her womb. The high is intense and takes over his whole body; Joker had never before experienced such a total release. Not even the thought of ending Batman's very life could get him to feel this intense, passionate relief.

Joker slips on his sweatpants - one of the few pairs he'd obtained from Arkham Asylum complete with "Arkham" branded down the left leg. Sitting on the foot of his bed, he listens to Harley humming in the bathroom amidst a pouring shower. The strange carnival-type songs she hums are nothing short of typical for her when she's extremely happy and that's something Joker had kind of missed. He shakes his head and rests it in his hands, his arms perched atop his knees. He releases a heavy, stress-filled sigh as he stands, walking barefoot and bare-chested to the bathroom door.

He opens it, Harley's humming much louder and reverberated. "Harl?"

"Yeah, Puddin'?" she calls from behind the shower curtain.

"Daddy's... Daddy's got somethin' to tell ya," he says, smiling softly, looking into the mirror; it hasn't completely fogged over yet. He can see his eyes have lost the madness and his eyebrows are less furrowed. "I love you, Puddin'. I love you, Puddin'. Tell me you love me, Puddin'." Even his smile seems pleasant and not-so-sinister.

"What's that, Boss?" Harley says, poking her head out of the shower.

Joker observes his face in the mirror, using his index fingers to force his smile into something more eerie. "I love you, Puddin."

"Uh... I wanted to tell you that I..." Joker gasps lightly and shakes his head, snapping himself out of his ridiculous train of thought. "I expect... you to be dressed and ready to go shortly. We have collections to make tonight and... well, you know you're my comic relief," he says sneering, swallowing hard, disgusted with himself. "Bring the mallet... or the bat, I don't care," he turns swiftly, closing the bathroom door and walking off to his closet in a huff.

Harley shakes her head and rinses the conditioner out of her hair, humming a light giggle as her heart flutters and falls to her tummy. She coos gently to herself, "I love you too, Puddin' - be out in just a minute."