A new inmate at Arkham Asylum captures the Jokers attention.
He notices her charm and good looks and plans to manipulate her into breaking them out.
But things don't go as planned.
What happens when he discovers the horrible truth about her?
By the time J had walked through the door, he'd violently ripped his suit jacket off himself
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and dove right onto Scarlett resting on the mattress.
She was taken by surprise but regardless still welcomed the feel of his surprisingly soft lips against hers. Although the stench of liquor was heavy on his breath, his actions were intoxicating.
He felt her soft, small frame against him and melted deeper into the softness. She smelled like vanilla and opened up to him like a flower, for once making J feel like he belonged somewhere.
He felt her hands push against his chest and he stopped kissing her, looking down at her with a low growl.
"No talking, kitten." He spoke, kissing her again.
"J.." She tried again.
Feeling just slightly irritated, J stopped kissing her and looked down at her, expecting her to speak.
"What happened after I left?" She asked, her voice small and meek.
"It doesn't matter, princess." He muttered, kissing her chin and moving down her neck.
Scarlett squirmed beneath him, mostly due to J's light kisses trailing down her breasts now, practically tickling her.
Meanwhile, J couldn't help the raging hard-on he had right now, practically scraping it along her thigh. It was a long time coming...this moment. Tonight had been disastrous to say the least, especially with the not-so-good doctor showing up. He had quickly put her in her place and promised he'd put a bullet in that stubborn temple of hers if she showed her face one more time.
There was something intoxicating about Scarlett's innocence mixed with her sultriness. The woman had a formula that worked only for her, something J had never encountered in anyone before her. His eyes flew open and he looked up to see her staring down at him.
Those piercing eyes.
That waiting mouth.
Joker leaned up slowly, kissing her once again, this time gently as he ground his hips right down her middle, eliciting a soft moan from her right into his mouth. He grinned between kisses, continuing his urgent thrusts downward. As he continued to dry hump her right into hell, he felt her grip onto his arms and let out a shaky moan.
"J...please.." she breathed, pushing against him.
That's all he needed. Bringing his hand down, Scarlett felt the faint unzipping of his pants and then felt his hot hands gripping onto her panties and pulling them to the side. It was then she felt a bit of panic as she felt him at her entrance. She braced herself, gripping onto him with one hand as the other found the bedsheet.
She moaned in pain as she felt him push inside her. She couldn't remember when the last time was she had gotten this intimate with anyone...hell, she couldn't remember anything.
But she did know that whatever this was, was perfect.
With J, in this place, this moment.
It was pure bliss.
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Harleen's back slammed against the damp wall of the alley.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Ivy growled, watching as her plants wrapped around the doctor's arms and legs, pinning her against the wall, completely helpless.
"I-Ivy...this isn't about you." Harleen spoke pleadingly.
"You made this all about me when you attempted to kill my friend." Ivy said, seething. "She's brilliant, she's beautiful, and you've done nothing but attempt to destroy her. For what?" Ivy asked. "For that clown?"
There was a look of disgust on Ivy's face as Harleen's face fell.
"We fell in love, Pamela," Harleen sighed.
"You fell in love," Ivy quickly interjected. "You did. Quite frankly I don't know what the clown did to warrant that thought in you, and honestly, I don't want to know, but this was never about you."
Tears welled in Harleen's eyes upon hearing Ivy's words.
Poison. Just like her.
Harleen scowled at Ivy, hot tears running down her cheeks. "Stop."
"You need to stop." Ivy growled. "Stop, and leave them be. Trust me, I'm just as unhappy about the clown ending up with a prize like that, but she's safe with him. And that's saying so much, especially after what you did to her...a professional."
Harleen sighed, looking down. She knew she had made mistake after mistake. The feelings she had developed for Joker were intense.
She watched Ivy sigh and retract her vines, dropping Harleen unexpectedly onto the filthy alley floor.
There was intense eye contact between the women before Ivy withdrew completely, walking away, leaving Harleen behind in the dark.
