Dangerous Antics (ABANDONED)

Chapter 3- Bad Parenting?

*Joker's POV*

I never thought it would come to this, but I have to pretend I'm prepared. No matter how much I want to hurt Harley, no matter how much I want to strangle my beautiful children, I need to try to resist. It's been six months and everything is going okay, Travis has been very helpful to us, Deadshot has been around as well. I guess you could say he's their godfather, and a good friend to Harley. Thats fine. What does bother me is how close Travis is to my Harley. I'm trying not to think about it though, what if they aren't my kids? They couldn't be Deadshots', because he's black, and the kids are one hundred percent white, although before they were born I did have my suspicions.

I tare a piece of paper out of my notebook and scream as I crumple it and throw it against the wall. I sigh when I hear them crying and calmly get up. Harley is out with Deadshot getting them some new clothes, they have pretty much outgrown their original ones. I lift them both easily in my arms and they stop crying. Jayden goes back to sleep and Kyle stares up at me. I let out a small laugh, "You both have my eyes you know?" I roll my own and think to myself, why am I talking to a bay, they can't respond. I set Jaydon back down and cradle Kyle to my chest I sigh and slowly walk to the chair in the corner of the room. 

I must have fallen asleep, my eyes snap open at the sound of the door and my hand instinctively moves over my pistol. A low growl escapes my throat as I notice the sleeping baby in my arms. I carefully stand and set him in his crib with his sister. I move out of the room and close the door quietly behind me and creep down the hall. I see a figure step into my vision and I snap my gun up in their direction.

"Whoa, hold up man." I lower my gun as I hear Deadshot speak.

"Sorry Floyd, didn't know you guys were back. Where's Harley?" I Holster my gun walking towards him.

"Looking for you I think. I came to check on your kids."

I roll my eyes in response, "don't think I would know how they are myself?"

"Sorry J, I didn't mean-" He desperately tries to correct himself.

I Scowl at him and take another step forward, "are you implying..."

"I ain't implying nothing J." He edges back. I'm sure he's not actually scared of me, he just doesn't want to fight for Harley's sake and I should feel the same, but I miss the action. With kids in the house everything has been too calm for my liking and I had been missing the thrill. "Look, what I meant was that we wern't sure if you were working and she asked me to check on them while she looked for you, she wanted to show you what we got. I don't want any trouble, honest."

A smile spreads across my face as a feeling of regret washed over me before I even took action. Out of habit my body went ridged and I brought my hands to his throat to block his airway. The guilt tried to push through, but failed as I lean in close, my lips against his ear. "Don't you ever say, or even imply that I can't take care of my own God Damn kids ever again. If you do, You'll be joining Harley's family in hell." 

I'm about to let go when I hear her approach us and I feel my body freeze in it's place, "Puddin'?"

I Spin releasing my grip and watch Floyd stretch out his neck. "I- he-"

"I don't care what the fuck he did, what the fuck were you doing!?" Her face scrunches with anger and I try to react calmly, but Floyd beats me to it.

"My bad doll, I insulted his parenting skills." He raises his hands innocently.

"J what did you do to our babies?"

"Oh my God nothing." I angrily storm back to my office slamming the door. "It's not like I'm teaching them how to shoot a fucking gun or anything they're freaking infants they don't do anything!" I shout, mostly to myself but they can obviously hear me.

"Carful Mistah J, they're going to start talking soon and I don't need them swearing as much as you do!" Harley shouts back opening my office door and walking in behind me.

"It's not like it even matters," I say quieter. "And you know you're supposed to knock Harls."

"You're not even busy you're just being an ass." She retaliates.

I spin around , holding up my index finger scolding her, "carful."

"Or what," she asks looking up at me through her long lashes -then adds as if to spite me- "Daddy?"

I growl in response and stride across the room to her. I grab her wrist and pull her close, "you don't want to know what happens next." 

"Are you going to hurt me?" She shoots me a devilish grin.

"Only if you beg me." I purr in her ear, becoming more aroused every second that went by.

"Oh, you know I will Daddy." She whispered back and I felt her hands wander down to my belt.

"Nope." I grab both her wrists this time stopping them at my bellybutton. "You wanna play, we're gonna play little girl." I push her against the door and move both her hands above her head, now holding them still with just one hand as I lock the door. I press my growing bulge against her leg as I pull up her skirt with my free hand and plant kisses down her neck. she squirms underneath my touch and I push more of my weight against her trying to keep her still. I place my knee between her legs and let go of her arms to let her move them. "Are you going to listen to Daddy like a good little girl or are you going to disobey me and make this difficult?"

"I'm going to listen to you Daddy." She tells me and stops struggling.

"Good girl." I whisper moving my hand underneath her panties and begin rubbing her. She lets out a soft moan. "You're so wet already..." I say, casing her to shiver beneath my touch.

"Puddin'..." She says softly and I watch her eyes close.

I grunt in response, reaching for my belt to unbuckle. Once I find it, I let my pants drop and step out of them. Her hands are already pulling my buttons on my shirt, as my chest is exposed. I growl, pulling her panties down and hiking up her skirt, spreading her lips open with my hand. I rest my other hand above her head. I slowly push my length inside of her, watching her face as I do so. She bites her lip and tries to move closer. I smirk moving away in response, "ah ah ah, I make the rules, remember baby?" I wag my finger at her in disappointment.

She tries to bite my hand but I pull it back. "Daddy, no fair." Harley whines.

I take this opportunity to catch her off guard, thrusting forward and taking her head in both of my hands to stop her from hitting it on the door. She yelps in surprise and I kiss her to distract her further. I move my hips against her, creating friction, "moan for me baby." I pull back for air. 

"Yes Daddy..." Her eyes are closed and I know she's enjoying herself. "Fuck it feels so good."

I move faster, feeling the heat as well. Holding her up between the door and myself I let out a low growl. "Fuck Harley..." I am close to finishing. I feel her walls tighten around my cock and I know she's done as her body tenses against mine, moaning  as she rides out her orgasm. I keep going, becoming sloppy, more aggressive with every thrust until I squirt inside of her. We stand for a moment in sweet silence, until I pull out of her and fall to my knees, watching her collapse against the door.

I FORGOT TO WRITE THIS WEEK BECAUSE I HAD AN INFECTION AND WAS IN A LOT OF PAIN BUT I FORGOT I ALREADY HAD THIS WRITTEN SORRY