Joke's On Us

Punish me some other way:Joker pov

"Harley, I must've apologized a million times. Please talk to me." At first she really had forgiven me. But a day or two later she was like this. She wouldn't speak to me, not a word. She also went back to her old room. "Baby I'm losing my mind over you."

She walked out into the street. I followed. She didn't stop or slow down. She walked and kept walking. I wasn't sure if there was anywhere specific she was going. She had black leggings and a cropped blue shirt on. She knew I loved that outfit on her. "You must still care." She stopped and I bumped into her.

"I love you. I just need time. You don't get to just have me again. You shot me for God's sakes!" Finally she talked to me. I should've walked back home. I should've respected that she needed space. But instead I continued following her. She went into a clothing store. We got looks. They knew us. All of Gotham, Hell all of New York City knew who we were. We weren't wanted at the moment. Al paid off the cops. But we were still avoided.

A young woman with brown hair and tan skin came up to us. "Hi! Can I help you with anything? All store items are buy two get one free." Harley perked up.

"Hiya! I'm fine thanks!" She was seriously nice for a criminal. The woman nodded and scurried away. Harley gathered some different clothes in her arm and looked at me.

"Well if you're gonna be here you might as well be useful." She threw her pile into my arms.

"Sure Doll." She was skipping around at this point. Her pigtails bounced around and I smiled. It was weird for me to think this but she looked very cute. We eventually made it to the dressing room and she went in and made me stand out waiting for her. She came out first in a pink, somewhat sheer dress that came just past her thighs. I marveled at her.

"You like it?"

"I love it."

She smiled quickly and went back in. This time she came out in a skintight body suit that had half and half black and red. She pulled a hood over her hair and it had jester's "ears" on top. "I got this one from the Halloween section."

"I adore you in it." Harley ended up trying several more outfits but only bought the pink dress, underwear, and the jester costume. She strutted outside. "Looks like it's gonna rain, honey."

"Let's go out to eat." I stared at her. "I wanna go on a date." She was warming back up to me. I owed her more but this was a start.

"Where would you like to go eat?"

"I dunno, a fancy restaurant. We still have the bank money so we can even buy it." She wanted to pay for the food too?

"Okay honey."

We ended up at an Italian restaurant and ate lasagna. Harley only had one glass of wine. "This was so nice, Mr. J." She batted her eyes at me as I left the money for the waiter. I escorted her out and we began to head home.

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"Well I'm going to bed, see ya tomorrow, Mr. J." I caught her wrist as she turned to go. She put the bags down and looked at me seriously. "I trusted you and you shot me. You're being punished for it. That's just how it is." Harley said quietly. I stepped to her until we were inches apart.

"Punish me some other way." We were both breathing heavily. Her face changed. I couldn't tell what she was thinking until she backed me against the wall.

******WARNING: This will be another sex scene. If you don't like this stuff or are young then skip down until you see this bold lettering again and then continue. Sorry, but Harley and Joker are very passionate people especially as a couple and I like to bring it out in them. *******

Somehow we ended up in Harley's bedroom. She ripped my shirt open and I gasped. I narrowed my eyes at her and she shivered. She kissed my chest and kissed up to my jawline where she nipped at my skin. Then she stopped and walked over to her closet. "What are you doing?" I asked. She came back with a flogger and handcuffs in her hands. My chest was rising and falling at an uneven pace.

"I told you you had to be punished."

"I see." Harley took me by the hand and led me to the dresser. I saw her and myself in the mirror. She kissed me and then handcuffed me to the top of the dresser. She pulled my shirt off and unbuckled my pants. She took my belt in between her teeth and growled. I wanted her so badly that it hurt. She took the belt and stepped back a bit. "C'mon baby." I egged her on. The way she took control made the fire inside me burst.

"One" She hit my chest with the belt. I sucked in a breath.

"Two." This time was the flogger. I had no idea where she got the flogger or handcuffs. I was also sure I didn't wanna know.

"Three. " Both the flogger and the belt connected with my chest and back and I held my teeth together. She did not take it easy on me at all. She used all her force. I was hit about twenty more times before she dropped the flogger and pressed up against me. I was bleeding and weak but when she kissed me it was like I had all the energy in the world. I wrapped my right arm, the one that wasn't handcuffed, around her waist and tried to get closer but I couldn't. Close wasn't close enough.

She tasted like sugar. I took her pigtails out and she licked the blood off my chest. "You are batshit crazy, sweets." I said laughing. She laughed too but struck me with the belt and threw it around my neck and moved me closer. She pulled on the belt until I could hardly breathe.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asked and I tried to say yes but only a choke came out and she laughed again. After a moment the belt was on the floor and I could breathe again.

"Harley.." I admired her in this moment. As she looked into my eyes with her blue ones. Her red lipstick was smeared and so was mine. I saw in the mirror the way we looked together. To anyone else it would've looked like she was torturing me, but I knew she was only letting her anger out. She was so god damn beautiful to me. Her bleached skin that matched mine. Her long eyelashes. Her tiny figure. Her soft hands, her everything. I could've looked at her until I died.

"Do you love me?" Harley looked desperate for me to say yes. I did love her. I always had. I gave in, my pride wasn't worth losing her again.

"I treasure you more than myself. I love you more than anything. I need you more than I can take. Please Harley, please believe me." Tears fell down her cheek.

"So you weren't lyin before?"

"No baby." I raised my shaking hand to caress her cheek. I left a blood stain but she didn't care. Harley uncuffed me and it took a minute for the feeling in my left arm to come back.

"Puddin, make love to me." I almost laughed at the words 'make love' but I knew she was serious so I held my tongue.

I joined her in bed and slid my pants and boxers down. I ran my fingers on her leggings and pulled them down. She kicked them off and took her shirt off leaving her in a red bra and panties. I was hard. "Oh Harley. Look at what you do to me." She licked her lips and smiled.

"Oh daddy." Harley cried as I pounded into her.

"Yes, say it again."

"Daddy. More please!" She was shaking and I knew she was close. I rammed into her so hard that she screamed. I made her scream. I felt her undue onto me and I pulled out, letting myself go.

"You are forgiven, Puddin."

"I love you. "

"I love you."