Psychotic Love

Chapter 4 - Anything for you Mistah J

(Just warning you

guys, there is a little part of dialogue where Joker says something he says in SS. Please don't kill me. It's not that I couldn't think of anything origional for him to say I just thought it would be perfect for this one part.)

Oh, also this is a VERY short chapter because I have homework to do. But I did promise you guys so here it is.

Harley woke up the next morning to find herself wrapped up in purple silky sheets on an old bed. She let out a small yawn and rubbed her eyes. She sat up and looked around the dark room. It was a large room which was decorated too look like a circus mixed with a casino mixed with a cabaret club. All in all, Harley thought it fit the Joker's asthetic perfectly. "Morning, Harley." A farmiliar voice came from the other side of the room. "Mistah J?" She smiled and and then threw her hands in the air to strecth. Joker came out of the shadowy corner in the room and walked over to the bed with a grin on his face.

Joker got onto the bed on all fours and slightly growled. Harley giggled once he was hovering over her. "How'd you rest?" He asked, still on top of her. "Good." She smiled. "But, um, how did I get in this bed? I don't even remmember falling asleep." She inquired. Joker fell next to her on the bed and stared at the celling. "Well, You didn't 'fall asleep'. You passed out on the bathroom floor."

Harley raised her eyebrows. She didn't even remember passing put. Everything that happened after getting wrapped up in a towel was all a blur. "Oh. And you dressed me too?" She asked as she looked at the silky black button-up shirt she was wearing. When she looked back at Joker, he was staring into her blue orbs instead of answering her question. They locked eyes and Joker smiled. Something about his smiled shook harley to her core. She had never seen that kind of smile from him before. It didn't seem like he was smiling out of 'happiness' or 'joy', or even smiling for devious resasons as he usually did. This seemed like he was smiling for reasons even he didn't understand.

"What?" She asked him. He still didn't asnwer. Instead, he got out of the bed and walk around it to get to Harley's side. He let out his hand so Harley could take it and get out of the bed. Once she on the ground Joker picked her up bride style and carried her towards the door. She giggled as he placed her down on the black leather couch in the makeshift living room and knelt down in front of her. Harley straightened up and sat perfectly in front of him.

Joker smirked and put one hand on her cheek. "You know what happens now, right?" He questioned, slowly grazing his hand down her cheek, arms, and landing on her outer thigh. Harley shook her head even though she had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say. "Oh my Harley, Harley, Harley Quinn. My doll. My toy. Mine." He let out a low moan and squeezed her thigh tightly. So tight in fact, Harley let out small squeak. She looked down at her thigh and had no doubt in her messy little mind that she would have a bruise later on. "What'd ya do that for?" She hissed. Joker's face suddenly turned to rage and Harely knew she had made a mistake.

Joker abruptly slammed his hand down on the couch and hovered his face only inches away from Harley's. "Don't you dare raise your voice to me ever again. Got it?" He pointed his finger at her. Harley bit her bottom lip and nodded. She gazed into his anger-filled eyes and found herself not being able to look away. She felt like she was in some sort of a lustful trance that she couldn't knock her self out of. Harley was afraid of him and what he might do to her, but she couldn't help but be attracted to his aggresion. She knew it wasn't logical, but she wasn't logical. Hell, she was insane.

"Good. Now, as I was saying," He continued, now rubbing the area on her leg he had just previously injured. "You want this?" He asked, bringing his index finger to her bottom lip and teasingly dragging it down. "I do." She answered sternly and without hesitation. Joker grinned.

"Say it. Say it. Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty-"

"Please?" Harley inturrupted. She didn't lollygag when it came to answering him. She knew what she wanted, and Joker was three steps ahead of her. "God, you're so... Good."

His hands were trailing up and down her thighs and he was getting closer and closer to her. God, how she wanted to feel his lips pressed against hers. However, she knew that there was a time for that, and inturrupting him probably wouldn't end in her favor "So," He started, "Now you've got to prove to me how bad you want it."

Harley straightende up again and leaned into him. "Anything for you, Mistah J." She was egar to do what he wanted. She had to. She knew whatever it was wouldn't be easy but she had to prove to him just how much she loved him. And she really would do anything.

That's it. It's painfully short and it wasn't my best, I know. But... next chapter is gonna be super long because I have something special planned (I'm talking to you, Smut-Enthusiasts.)