Addicted

Chapter 32

Hi my lovelies!! I'm so sorry you all had to wait so long for an update, I hit a massive wall of burnout and depression and couldn't make myself write anything for the life of me. But. However. I am back to work, and more is coming soon! <3

✲TW! 

✪ Some sensuality

✪ Violence 

✪ Gun use 

✭Enjoy. 

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Joker, present  

The Plan is to have Anarky distract Bats while the Boyz and I connect several skyscrapers with rope. There will be a total of 5 buildings connected, and robin will hang in the middle where all the ropes meet. Each rope will be tied to one of his limbs, his head included. He will hang, hundreds of thousands of feet above the city streets, and when batman sees him, either he'll be immobilized by grief and killed by me or one of my men, or he'll give up. Either way, it's a win-win. 

During the meeting with my Boyz, I managed to piece together how they captured him. Apparently, some of the newbies had been working on this little scheme for months, hoping it would earn them recognition. 

A dozen of the newest members banded together and set a trap to catch Batman in the backstreets, then started causing trouble where it would catch his attention. Sure enough, Batman (Robin in disguise) showed up within ten minutes. They concentrated on trapping him, knocking him out, and getting him back to the mansion without being apprehended by anyone. 

One of the newbies, I believe his name is Bobbi, was knocked in the head by "Batman" and claimed he saw another Batman approaching from behind, but then he disappeared. The rest figured he was briefly seeing double from the hit, but I know he saw the real Bats. 

They did great. Except for the fact that they didn't expect foul play. 

I massage my forehead, trying to ward off an impeding migraine as I walk through the halls of the manor. Oh, well. Can't expect too much of them. But the ones who ignored Bobbi will receive a punishment. They all should have known to at least investigate any possible loose ends. 

I need Harley. She always makes me feel better. 

I head up to our bedroom, hoping she's still asleep so I can just hold onto her and relax. I open the door, and there she is, a sight for my sore eyes. 

She's curled in a fetal position with her hands tucked under her head, her platinum hair splayed out behind her on her pillow, contrasting starkly against the rich emerald sheets. Just looking at her prompts a tugging in my chest, like she's unconsciously reeling me in on a fishing line. 

I pull off my suit jacket and disarm myself, setting it all on my nightstand. I kick my shoes off, leaving my pants on, and slide myself under the sheets again, pulling her close to me. She sighs softly, snuggling into my chest. 

I sigh along with her, drifting off to sleep, arms wrapped around her. My muse. My queen. My other half.

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I wake back up a few hours later, the bed empty, shower running. I hear it turn off. A few seconds later, the door opens and Harley walks out of the steam-filled bathroom, wisps of steam curling around her and trailing behind before dissolving in the cooler air of our bedroom.

She looks like one of those fallen angels of destruction, the ones wreathed in ashy smoke and wrapped in chaos. The angels who wreak havoc and disorder, the angels who delight in demolition.

I smile, still half awake. Harley doesn't notice me and finishes drying off. She picks up her underwear to put on and I groan, "Oh, no, sweetheart. You don't need any of that."

Harley jumps, startled by my sudden awakening. "Puddin-"

I shake my head and sit up, gesturing for her to come over to me. She obeys, climbing over my crossed legs into my lap, wrapping her legs around me. I smile, putting an arm around her to stabilize her.

"Good morning, Puddin," she breathes. My gaze meets hers and her pupils dilate. "Good morning," I say, fingers sliding in. She gasps a little.

I shush her, leaning in for a long kiss. "Now, now, babydoll. Don't say you didn't expect that," I whisper after breaking away. I add another finger, curling them the way she likes it. 

She leans into me, a familiar gleam coming into her eyes. "Didn't I?" She asks, and I can feel her legs tense. I know exactly what she's about to try to do. 

I pull my fingers out, stopping her in her tracks. Her mouth drops open and she pouts. "Nice try," I grin. She scowls again and climbs off me to show her displeasure, continuing to get dressed. 

"Oh, don't be like that," I murmur, flitting my eyes over her perfect body. 

Our door slams open and Texas, one of the newbies, bursts in, breathing hard. We all freeze. His eyes slowly widen and his face pales once he realizes what he did wrong. "I- I apologize, Jay-" he starts, but before he can even finish, my vision flashes red and my gun is in my hand. 

No one looks at her when she's undressed. No one but me. 

I don't even hesitate. One twitch of my finger and his brains paint the door. 

"Knock next time," I snarl. I set my gun down on the nightstand, smiling at Harley as my head clears slowly. "Continue, my love," I say sweetly. She grins back at me, the malicious gleam in her eyes intensifying as she clips her bra. 

"I love you, Mister J." 

"No one gets to see you like that except for me," I say, watching her get dressed like the pretty trophy she is. 

My pretty trophy. 

I swing myself out of bed. "Well, I better go investigate that, huh?" I say to myself. 

Harley turns around, fully dressed in in her usual getup, but with a twist. She has her "daddy's little monster" shirt on. She has over a dozen of those, but this one has been cut just below the words to make a tight, teeny crop top. It shows off her smooth skin and little waist, and the bottom of her bra peeks through where the fabric ends. As well as that, she's wearing black, low rise, ripped jeans, fishnets showing through the holes. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun, a few long, dyed strands framing her face. 

"Oh, Sweets, you're prettier than a picture," I murmur, exhaling sharply. My pants tighten just from looking at her, and she walks over, hand reaching down and gently working my hard-on. I groan as her other arm drapes around my shoulder, hand playing with my messy, post-nap hair. 

"Jesus, Darlin', I have to go in a minute, don't make it worse-" I start, but she quickly puts a finger to my lips. 

"That's what you get for messing with me," she breathes, staring at me with her crystal-clear blue eyes. I throw my head back and laugh crazily, hands shaking with built up pleasure as she keeps going. 

And then she stops. I growl, knowing that I got what was coming to me. God, I love this woman. She walks over to her desk, pulling her makeup out, humming to herself as she sits and tucks those couple strands of hair behind her ears. 

I retrieve my suit jacket from the floor, chiding myself for being so weak. I pull the rest of my clothes on, sitting on the bed to tie my shoes. 

"You're gonna get it when I'm done, Sugar," I promise, grinning when I see her eyes pop open nervously in the mirror. She quickly tries to cover it, tapping her blush brush. "Mm, I'm sure I will, Puddin," she says calmly. 

I head over to her desk, grabbing her by the throat. I turn her head upwards and lean over her, kissing her hard before I head out. "I hope you're getting ready to scream my name," I say devilishly, a smile creeping across my face as she inhales sharply. 

"Anyways, enjoy your free time, Darlin," I say as I head out, closing the door softly behind me, planning out what I'll do to her when I'm done. 

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