Mad Love

Part 19~The Ginger

Mistah J, and I had a lot of fun last night. I look in the mirror at all the bruises on my body. His signs that I belong to him. He took on a whole new level of power when we were in bed. He made sure I knew my place as the submissive. He was always the one in control. I pulled him in for a kiss last night, and he slapped me. He told me that he would do whatever he wanted with me when he wanted to do it not the other way around. He told me it was a lesson I must learn. I don't know why, but when I stub my toe, or bang my head against something my reaction is to laugh. With him it is different. It's like I was mentally being hit. My body didn't feel the pain, but my mind did. I loved him so much that he made me feel things mentally. To be honest my brain seemed to have been taken apart bit by bit, and put back together by an amateur so it was a new experience for me. Pain in a wonderland of madness is a dangerous combination. I convinced myself it was because he loved me. I mean he spent so much time creating me he has to care. He may not want me to take control, but I would be there when his grip slipped to comfort him. I would let him do anything, heck I would let him throw me around like a rag doll if it would please him. So this is what love feels like....No wonder people write those depressing songs about being in love. It truly was a form of torture my body ached to have. It wasn't always sunshine, and lolly pops, but I would be submissive for him. I walk away from the mirror, and go downstairs. I see Mistah J standing by the door, a surprisingly excited grin on his face.
"Harley girl come to Daddy"
I laugh, and run up to him. He catches my legs around his waist, and kisses me.
"Daddy has a little surprise for you"
He drops me to the floor, and pulls out a short gold dress with intricate black diamond designs. It sparkled like a room full of gold. I looked at him shocked as if to see if he was being real with me. He nods his head, and I jump up clapping my hands.
"Oh Mistah J I love you!"
This was truly a gift from heaven. He was my gift.
"Go try it on"
He lightly growls, and I nod. I slip on the dress, and walk out. He lets out a laugh, and I join in.
"Go doll yourself up babe we are going clubbing tonight"
I nod, and run upstairs. As I wait for my curling iron to heat up I start to apply my make-up. When I was using my eyeshadow brush it fell from my hand, and rolled under the bed. I sighed knowing there was no way to get to it. Improvising I smear the eyeshadow on with my finger. It looked kinda messy, and the streaks running down from the corner of my eye didn't help, but they did make me look wild. I smile to myself, and apply the rest of my make-up. I finish, and touch my curler to see if it was ready. When my finger touched it steam emitted from the spot, but once again I didn't feel anything. I curl my hair, but my arm gets tired so I take a break. I look over to the grape soda on the edge of my vanity, and reach for it. Touching it to my lips the cool liquid slides down my throat. Once I felt better I get back to work on my hair. I wanted to look extra good for Mistah J. He would be drooling when I'm done, and oh boy I can't wait! I finish my hair, and unplug the miracle device from the socket. I notice the plugs had red smiles on them, and I giggle. Mistah J sure pays attention to detail. I look in my wardrobe, and find a pair of golden stilettos. I slide them on my feet, knowing that dancing in these are gonna come back to kick my ass tomorrow, but I didn't care. I walk down the stairs, careful not to fall, and I yell out for Mistah J. He comes from his bedroom, and I see his tie around his neck not tied.
"Ya ready Puddin'?"
He nods, and only when he notices what I'm wearing does he actually notice me. He growls, but doesn't walk towards me.
"Dammit Harley you are gonna kill me with that dress"
I laugh, and Mistah J comes out with a cane. I look at him confused, and he clicks a button on the handle. It transforms into a gun, and I stare at it amazed. He turns it back, and smirks at me. We go out to the car, and Mistah J hands me a bag. I look at him confused, but he just nods at me as if to say 'open it'. I until the velvet bindings of they bag, and see a bunch of gold watches, rings, and what not. I giggle, and slide the watches onto my arm, and the rings onto all of my fingers. We looked radiantly terrifying together. He had a pinkie ring that said 'Laugh' on it, and a watch. We were both enveloped in gold, and I have to admit we are a force to be reckoned with. We arrive at his club, and walk in. Johnny Frost-I learned his name-escorts us to a room with beads acting as a door. We were elevated so we could see the whole club. It was enchanting watching all the bright colours mend together into a giant rainbow. I couldn't take my eyes off of the stage.
"Mistah J can I go dance on the stage? Those chains look really promising"
He grins, and let's out a laugh.
"Eh why not. Go on up Harley girl"
I laugh, and make my way to the stage. A security guard stop my WITHOUT looking my way. I cough, and he looks at me, and a shiver runs through his body. He immediately lets me past, and I make sure to use my privilege up here to my full advantage. I was going for a sexy type of dance. After grabbing onto one of the poles, I slowly wrap my leg around it. I go up, and down with my leg, and I can see all eyes on me. I grip he pole with my other leg, and let me gymnastics take over. I don't remember taking any gymnastics classes, but it was more of an instinct to use my ability. Swaying my hips to the beat I let my body find the rhythm to the song blasting from the speakers. This is getting a bit...boring. Time to spice things up a bit. I see a woman starring at me, and I inch my finger signalling for her to come up stage with me. She steps up, and I dance on her. After the lady steps off of the stage I decided to move on to the chains. My favourite part of the club in my opinion. I do many tricks, and the song ends. Before I can start another song a guy grabs my ankle. I look down, and see a ginger man with an incomplete beard.
"Come on sugar you, and I are gonna have some fun"
I scoff, and roll my eyes at him.
"Tell ya what gingah. Call me when ya get a full beard"
He growls, and slaps me.
"Don't talk to me like that you slut"
I fall to the ground clutching my cheek. It mildly stung, but I still somehow couldn't find the strength to get up. He grabs me, and slings me over his shoulder. Before he can move anywhere I hear my favourite voice ring out.
"Hands of ginger. I don't like when people touch my stuff"
I tumble to the ground, as the man slumps down. I look at him, and see he has a bullet between his eyes. I run into Mistah J's arms, and cry. He led me to his car, and buckled me up.
"That good for nothing son of a bitch"
Mistah J growled. He looked at me sniffling, and sighs.
"Harley don't cry. It's a sign of weakness. You did look absolutely delectable on that stage tonight. I'm surprised he was the only one going after you"
I shake my head not believing him.
"Mistah J I am nothing extraordinary"
He laughs, and then suddenly stops.
"Harley as long as you are mine you will bring nightmares to this earth along my side. We are a curse on this earth! I think that's pretty damn special. You my dear just need to realise that"
I look at him letting all of my wonder spill out of my eyes. He truly was a magnificent person. He saved me from a lifetime of boredom, rules, and no fun.
"Well gosh Mistah J that's some speech"
He nods his head, and laughs. I join in, and our laughs form their own music together. I dry my eyes, and hug Mistah J. He apparently learned from my hug lesson, because he wraps his arms around my waist.
"Harley girl we have 2 options. One.-he motions with his hands-we could go back to the club. 2.-he gestured with a two-we could ride around town. Your choice"
He brushes his lips against me ear trying taunt me. Well it worked.
"I wanna ride around with ya Mistah J"
He snaps his fingers, and presses the gas.
"Wish granted"
We drive around for a little bit causing chaos. We sped, honked at people to scare them,shot a lot of citizens, and much more. It was absolute magic to me. Mistah J seemed to be enjoying himself a lot, and I grinned through the whole experience. He was one hell of a guy. We were laughing together speeding down a random street of Gotham, when Mistah J sees something in his car mirror. A loud thump comes from the roof, and I laugh harder. Mistah J turns to me, and grins.
"We have company"
I shake my head giggle at Bats stupidity.
"Batsy Batsy Batsy"
Does he think he can take us? I have never fought Batman before, but how bad could he be? Loud grunt can be heard from roof when Mistah J hits the gas pedal. I grab my gun from under my dress, and shoot at the ceiling. Who does he think he is? He should have fallen off by now!
"Stupid Bats YOU ARE RUINING DATE NIGHT!"
I spat. This Bat needs an exterminator, or the matters fall into my hands, and nobody can say I didn't warn them. Mistah J makes a sharp right turn, and we head straight for the edge of the bridge. I panic, and try to say something, but this stupid cat somehow has my tongue.
"Brace yourself Harley"
Mistah J leaps the car off the bridge, and I finally find me voice.
"PUDDIN I CANT SWIM"
I take a deep breath, and our car fractures the boarder, and we fall. I can't tell if he heard me, but there was no way to stop it now. As I fall I can only think about one thing. Is hell all that bad? The water impact sends my body to the roof, and the air is almost knocked out of me. I see Bats swimming around, and I see a knife stuck in Mistah J's seat. I pull the knife out, and when Bats comes around I surprise him. Swinging at his face he punches me, and I play dead. Mistah J always told me to play the board not my pieces. I feel strong arms pull me out of the water, and I mentally cry knowing Mistah J didn't save me. He left me? How could he? He was probably looking for me. Was he though? I get laid down on a cold hard surface, and it reminds me of a distant memory. I can't pinpoint it, but something snaps me out of my trance. I felt warm lips meet mine. I wanted to play, so let's play. I grab his face, and push it onto mine. My tongue enters his mouth, and he pulls back spitting on the ground. I laugh hysterically at the show before me, and I clap.
"Again again"
He shakes his head at me, and pulls a weird look on his face. I can't see through his damn mask.
"You know where you are going right, Quinn?"
I nod my head sadly. He sighs, and picks me up.
"I will only be at the mental hospital temporarily because Mistah J will break me out. I guarantee it"
Bats laughs, and I glare at him.
"What?"
I hiss. He pretends to wipe a tear from his eye, and turns to me.
"You think you are going to Arkham? Quinn you are a basket case, but somehow someone else wants your services"