The Joker and Harley story

Chapter 15 - Punishment

(Hey guys! Me again. So I attempted to paint a realistic picture of the abusive relationship between Joker and Harley. I wanted to make it flow smoothly with the story and to make it believable. So you have been warned, there's some abuse in this chapter. This is also my perception of their abusive relationship.)

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"No, but I love kissing you, my Harley Quinn," he said as his lips were a mere inch away from hers. He pulled her up to her feet and started walking through the partygoers, pulling her along with him.

"Where are we going puddin'?" She asked.

Joker smirked. At the corner of his eye, he spotted one of his henchmen swiftly walking into the club, looking around. Joker walked straight towards him.

"Boss! We gotta go! Our radars picked up a bunch of cops headed here!" The goon loudly stated.

Joker growled and pulled Harley closer. "Stupid bats," he said, pulling her to him. "We're leaving doll."

Harley nodded and walked straight towards jokers car. The two quickly sat and joker sped off, being followed by two white vans, his goons.

On the ride home, Harley kept thinking about the pawn comment. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. But she had to wonder what she was still doing alive, when joker would quickly kill off whoever he no longer needed.

Was he keeping her for something bigger? To use her further?

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and sighed.
Joker placed his right hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze, not looking away from the road ahead of him.

Harley looked down at his pale hands, multiple thick gold and diamond rings covering the bases. Her heart started beating faster with each passing second.

"You know Harls..the way you stormed out of the room right after beating the bats up..." He bit his lip. It really drove him crazy thinking about his lady inflicting damage on someone joker kept failing to.

"Yeah mistah j?" She asked with a giggle. Her thoughts completely shifted from the whole "pawn" scenario.

"You could say.." He said grabbing her hand, "that it got me quite...excited." He growled lowly as he placed her hand over his clothed erection.

Harley immediately started moving her hand up and down, back and forth, leaning closer to him wanting to hear any low groans or moans he may have made. But all he did was furrow his invisible brows and narrowed his eyes at the road, trying to focus.

"You'll have to wait till we get home," he said as he removed her hand from his crotch and placed it on her thigh.

"No puddin'" she said as she forcefully broke his grip and put her hand back on his clothed erection. "I want this. Now." She said as she unzipped his pants.

His eyes widened at her bold action as he shifted his gaze to look at her, and then he looked down at her hands, creating faint sensations. A fire grew faintly within his groin. Suddenly his pants became uncomfortable as he felt himself grow. And grow.

Harley continued her action, neither speeding up nor slowing down. She knew how to drive him crazy.

"Harley," he started to say before she interrupted him.

"It's Dr. Quinzel to you," she said, her voice changing back to her normal serious tone. When he heard this, joker grabbed her hand and held it down on his thigh with one hand as he floored the gas pedal and steered with his other free hand.

"Dr. Quinzel? How nice of you to join...you have been very naughty helping the Joker escape." He mocked her. His voice was seductive and he played the part well.

Harley's eyes were fixed on his lips, every word coming out of his delicious mouth was as sweet as honey. And now he was seducing her yet again.

"And naughty girls get punished," he said.

Harley attempted to pull her hand away and when joker felt this, he tightened his grip. "Puddin'" she started to say but he kept his grip firm.

At this point they had parked in front of the estate. Joker had let go of Harley and had quickly exited his car. As Harley composed herself, she saw the men taking off in their vans, leaving the two of them alone.

Joker walked slowly to her and stood in front of her. She smiled widely at him as she attempted to exit the car but he pushed her back down on her butt.

"You," he said raising his index finger at her, "you don't get to play such games Dr. Quinzel." He said firmly.

Harley was a bit confused but when he addressed her as Doctor, she quickly thought about how it might have induced some sort of memory of him back in Arkham.

She was now afraid he'd unleash on her what he wanted to unleash back then. She may have been a little crazy in the head but she still was the same person with the psychology degrees and the all the knowledge she had prior to her incident with joker.

"Puddin'," she tried to say again, attempting to stand up but he pushed her back down. He squatted down so they were at eye level with each other. He growled at her, looking at her angrily. She was scared now. But oddly turned on.

"Don't call me that!" He slapped her with such force, her head bounced off the leather seat. Her hair covered more than half her face now and she held her hand up.

She bit her lip and looked up at him, her red face throbbing.

"I'm sorry," she said. He kept looking at her angrily. All she kept thinking was that there might have been something on his mind. Something had awaken by the mention of her name. Her old name. When he used to be imprisoned.

He suddenly grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up. He pushed her harshly through the doors of the estate and kept pushing her all the way to the bedroom.

Her heart was pounding but she had a feeling it would lead somewhere..desirable.

"Puddin, what's wrong?" She asked again. She knew he had his moods. He wasn't exactly the most stable individual but she loved him regardless. She knew he could snap at any moment and kill her. Much like she thought he was doing now.

"Don't puddin' me..Doctor quinzel." He pushed her down on the bed so she sat at the edge. He pulled a chair and sat in front of her.

"Tell me...doctorrrr," he mocked, "what's wrong with me? What...is it about me that...makes me so invincible?"

Harley couldn't answer. She looked deep into his blue eyes and then down to the floor.

"Oh, not gonna speak? But we need a prognosis!" He exclaimed as he broke into a fit of laughter.

Again she stayed silent.

He stood up, kicked the chair to the side, and pushed Harley down onto her back in the bed. He slapped her again. She didn't react. He slapped her yet again. Nothing.

His smile widened as he flipped her over and lifted her dress. Grabbing his knife, he ripped her thong and threw both the knife and torn thong on the bedroom floor. He raised his hand up and with all his might, slapped her ass. She let out a cry of surprise and pain but he ignored her as he kept slapping and smacking. When both her ass cheeks were red, his hand prints printed boldly onto each, he squeezed them both as hard as he could causing another desperate cry from Harley.

She was very wet and willing at this point but she knew he wasn't in that mood. He was excited but more excited for the punishment. He'd go into this state quite often and it was the one thing she hadn't missed the entire time she was away from him. He snapped at the stupidest things and abused her. But he also had his loving side. And that was enough to put up with him.
Her face was buried in the pillow. He lifted her head up by tugging her hair and brought his head next to hers.

"So. Fucking. Delicious." He said as he licked his lips. He then let go of her hair, causing her face to hit the pillow again. He stood up, looked down at her defeated for on top of the bed. He gritted his teeth at the sight of her and slowly left the room.