Joker's Brother

Lust

His love for Harley is all but a rouse. Joker has love. Love in which he can feel very pleasurable. After all the beatings and abuse she still thinks he's a good man. He has no pity. A man that can willingly beat his girlfriend up be proud of it is insane. Who's to say is more insane? The man himself or the girlfriend? Her passion for making love to him is as serious as his plutonic love for her. Everyday he thinks of new ideas to beat her up and torture her. From ropes to bed to needles in coffins. Nobody could even think half the things he wants to do to Harley. It was almost as if he was making her a rag doll to do anything to. What he would love to do is tie her mouth up real good with chains, nail her to a slide and burn her alive with flames coming out of his gun. His methods of "love" is very much differently defined from anyone else's love. Call it love or not, Joker considers it. What he does to Harley, his love making, is her pain with his pleasure. Torture or fucking, Joker loves his Harley to keep him feeling pleasured. Many a times, he just wants it so he hunts Harley down, throws her in the floor and makes her love what he's doing to her. It wouldn't matter if she wanted to or not, the choice was his. If she had loved it, it wouldn't be called rape but the numbers of rape compared to love making is out of scale. In the bed, where everyone love dream happens, is a nightmare for Harley to sleep in. Showing she loved loved him means fucking every day in the bed, growing bruises every hour, and scolded down every single minute. Harley sticks with him no matter what, that fact doesn't make Joker happy, not one bit. What he likes is that he has a toy now and forever more. It is monstrous what a man can do to a woman. Joker is no man anymore, he's the devil for this.