Mad Love

Part 31~ The Smoke

Tick tick tick tick
I woke up to the sound of the clock on our wall. It almost lulled me back to sleep with its steady rhythm. Begrudgingly, I was about to slide out of bed. Suddenly, a rough hand grabs me and pushes me back onto the comfy bed. Let's just say I didn't fight back.
"Ah come on J I was just 'bout ta get up. Now I haveta start all ovah again!"
With a grunt he roles his eyes. His hair was pushed back as usual yet still messy. One tendril of hair was out of place and fell effortlessly in front of his face. Even messy he looked dangerously gorgeous. Sometimes, I wonder if he ever washes his hair because it's always pushed back. Just the thought of it...Lost in thought I didn't notice he had put a cigarette in my mouth until the flames danced in front of my eyes. It danced for me. He knew smoking drove me wild. I always found it funny that every time I smoked I felt like I was in an old French movie. He sets the lighter on our bedside table and looks back to me. Giggling, I pull the cigarette out of my mouth and send a puff of smoke towards him playfully. A growl emits from the very back of his throat, a subtle threat. Smirking to him knowingly, I lick my lips and let a grin take paint across my face. My wild side was, against my will, coming out. Before I had the opportunity to set my next step into action he devoured my lips like a starving animal. These were the moments I lived for. Just him and me, exploring every inch of each other. Before I knew it, his hands traveled far and my cigarette met the ash tray.
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Groaning to myself, I realise that I have nothing to wear.
"Worn that, hated that!"
My voice echoed quietly through the giant walk in closet reminding me that my Puddin' wasn't here. He left a note telling me to get ready for a night of fun. This either meant a night at the club, or another plan to take down the bat. To me, his relationship with Batman was obsession. But hey, what do I know? I fell in love with a murderous, psychotic melancholy, bipolar clown. What I would do to get him all to myself...My mind wanders back to my Suicide Squad days. I wonder how Floyd is doing. Hopefully by now he was on his new schedule seeing his daughter. His pride and joy. That was his weakness. We all had a weakness. Whether we liked it or not. Placing my hand over my stomach I reminisce about The Enchantress's tempting offer. Having a little joker or a little harlequin running around the house wouldn't be so bad would it? Oh maybe both! A Harley girl and a Puddin running around the house, shooting one another with acid filled water guns. I've always wanted the experience of child birth. Even though it sounds like a pain in the ass I want a kid. Sadly, Mistah J told me the risks of the chemicals. No baby for us unless we adopt. Or in our case, stole a child. That wasn't an option for me though. Mistah J didn't want a kid. A grunt sounded from the next room. I knew that grunt anywhere. Stepping out of the closet, I shut the door with my foot and step out of our room and into the next. Mistah J was in the bathroom trying to paint his nails.
"Mistah J..."
I whisper barely containing my laughter. He looks to the door and rolls his eyes.
"Ya want some help Puddin?"
Feet padding across the floor, I walk up to him. Taking the nail brush into my hand I help him with his nails.
"Just wanted to try something new. Is this what you girls always have to go through?"
Shaking my head at his hilarious expression full of distaste. I clean one of the edges I accidentally went over.
"Well J a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do. Although I do remembah havin some practice when I was a lil' tike. That's why ya havin trouble."
After I was finished he stood there waiting for them to dry.
"You know Harley this is why I prefer tattoos."
A subtle nod from me signals him to keep going. A shine of moonlight streams in from the windows lined in the bathroom. Such things were appropriate due to the fact we were out in isolation and nobody could find us. He goes on a rant about how tattoos are better than nail polish. He made a compelling argument.
"Aww Mistah J that's quiet a good argument ya got there"
"I know right!"
His nail polish dried and I headed back into our room. He remained in the bathroom. Huffing, I see a box on the bed. Word searches were never my strong suit, but nails have never been one to agree with me. To my surprise, J didn't smack me upside there head for messing up so much. A black box lay, abandoned on the bed. Curiosity steered me into that direction. My brain totally disregarded the fact that whatever was inside may not be for me. My hands wrap around the lid of the black box and what's inside shocks me. My old gold and black dress lay neatly folded inside, along with some new golden pumps. New golden bangles, watches, and rings were each individually wrapped on the edge of the box. A necklace and a ring stood out to me. A golden chain that had Jokers name carved in the chain. My arms lifted it up to the light and it shone like a million suns. The ring had my name engraved with rubies and onyxs. They were absolutely stunning.
"You like them?"
Quickly turning my head, I see J in the doorway with his hands on the door seal. Apparently tired of his position, he walks up to me and puts his hands on my shoulders, beginning to massage them.
"Oh J, I couldn't have asked for more!"
Spinning around on my tip toes, I peck his cheek.
"Now shoo Mistah J"
Giving me a look of pure hunger Mistah J stays put. Not minding his presence I begin to undress. A low growl echoes from behind me, but I ignore it. The dress still fits like a glove. It always has. He knew my body like the back of his hand. Yet, so did I. J had taught me a little trick I found very useful. Thanks to my friend mister chemicals I knew every inch of my body. Every area that could effect me. Every pressure point. Every vein. Every soft point. Every useless point. It was all there up in my memory. Don't ask me how I know because I don't have a clue. Those chemicals really did a number on my stimulus system. Of course I suppose there are those particularly fun victims that don't follow the guide lines. That gives me the opportunity to explore and uncover their spots. As if a light switch had been flipped on I realise J is still staring at me.
"What's a girl gotta do ta get some privacy 'round here? Goodness Mistah J. Ya really need some mannahs."
He reached out to grab me, but I lightly slapped his hand away without looking.
"Come on J I'm trying to get ready not now."
Deciding to turn back, we come face to face, inches apart. His pupils are the size of a pin. If there was one thing I knew it was that J was hungry. Judging by his facial features, not for anything sexual anymore. His features were unrelenting. This was a particular time that he wouldn't hold back. Every instinct told me to run. He was going to teach me a lesson.
STAY
STAY
STAY
HE NEEDS YOU HARLEY
A COUPLE BRUISES NEVER HURT ANYBODY
YOU WOULD PLEASE HIM SO MUCH
IMAGINE IT..J PLEASED!
AND ALL IT TAKES IS FOR YOU TO STAY!
Sadly, the voices were not in the category of instincts. Argument wise, they were rock solid. It was almost like a contract some idiot got blackmailed into, air tight, with no loopholes.
"Tut tut tut Harley-girl. You aren't planning on leaving are you? Daddy J was just about to start the fun."
Gripping my arm, he pulls me closer and whispers in my ear.
"You know that attitude really needs adjusting. Plus it will be a lot of fun for me."
If possible, he looked even more insane once the word 'fun' fell from his maroon lips. My delightful devil straight from the world of hell. This was not good yet, I want to stay. Stay by his side and never leave. I would never leave him.
NEVER
Why the voices were being so pushy today, eludes me.
"What's goin' on with ya taday voices? Ya seem very distressed."
A gnarly growl exits from his blood red lips, when I try my best not to flinch. Quick as a flash, his hand was entangled in my hair and I was being dragged down to the basement.
"No Mistah J nat the fun room. Please please please."
I shrieked, but it didn't affect him in the slightest. Ok now this was not good. He was full on animal mode. My ass hit multiple concrete steps when we entered the fun room, the solid iron door slamming behind us.
Don't worry Harley he's going to take good care of you
Well voices I don't know...
Trust us
Well....
Trust us
Ok fine, but only this once. Without struggle from me, J strapped me into a giant wheel. Although the straps were Velcro, J took extra precautions. Metal bands were tightened over the straps. Ok maybe now is the time to back out..
What did we agree on?
This looks slightly dangerous.
Listen Harley, you're loosing your touch. He's simply trying to help you.
Defeated, I agreed with the voices. I was slipping up. All he wanted to show me was my inner self in his own special way. A small voice peaked out among the rest of the voices. It was weak and feeble. Not a lot of strength by the sound of it's voice crack. Four words were what broke through my thoughts.
This is not you
It was Harleen and I knew it as a fact. Nobody should make sense in my brain. How she woke up, escapes any logic I had left in me. A cute little visit she made, but she won't be making anymore. She's held me back for too long. I've never reached my full potential. I was spinning on the wheel. Bright colours flashing before my eyes. It reminded me of the acid. Darts were thrown in different places. One hit in between my legs. Another hit right above my ear. These damn darts better stop.
"Hang in there Harley-girl everything..will be alright..for ME! HAHAHAHA!"
What was funny, I didn't understand. The world was still spinning, but a sharp pain had started to etch its way to my toes. Then to my fingers until my whole body hurt. It was like jumping into 20 chemical vats. Apparently a dart had entered my leg.
"Wha...HAH!"
My whole body was shutting down. I couldn't move and when I tried I ended up dropping my head onto my chest. Nothing was functioning. My body was a wonderland of pain. He didn't seem to care. It looks like limbs are out of the equation. Ironically, I was getting the freedom of my limbs. He was unlocking my bindings. Without an ounce of control, I fell almost lifelessly onto Mistah J. Of course he supported my weight. He lifted me up by my arms so easily it was almost unreal. He took me out of the fun room and carried me up the stairs. I was thankful my ass didn't have to suffer again. We arrived in a part of the mansion I was forbidden to go. It was a room with a piano broken in the corner, baby clothes lined the walls, and an assortment of weapons were pushed off to the side. Looks like J was busy when I was off with Suicide Squad. I still wonder if he really missed me at all. There was a boarded off window which set the mood with sheer moonlight pouring through as if it were liquid. It's a shame I had to spend it with no control of my limbs. Out of the blue, J grabs my back to support me and takes ahold of my hand. Bending down he whispered hungrily into my ear nine words.
"Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?"
We start to waltz around the room to some imaginary music. This was probably the weirdest thing I've ever had happen with J. His humming echoes out like a 'save me' call, but I knew he didn't want saving. He spins me and my head meets his chest. This was honestly not how I planned my evening. My shimmery golden dress still hugged my body. My feet barely scraping the ground. We danced and danced until the feeling came back to my legs then to my arms and soon enough I could feel every part of my body. I didn't show it though. He didn't need to know. I had a knife under my dress. If I time this correctly I could get out of this. Of course I knew this was one of his tests and I was determined to pass. He closed his eyes, enjoying every moment of my vulnerability. All that I need to do is find a vulnerable point. Then attack. Eyes still closed, he leans down to whisper in my ear.
"I rather enjoy you in this state. Maybe we can play again."
Now was my chance. He lulled his head back and inhaled. Taking my chance, I slide the knife from under my dress, cutting myself in the process. Blood lightly beaded down my leg, but it was ok. Before I could do a single thing to him, his eyes opened and I've never loved more of a challenge. His big hand met my wrist and his gun met my head. Oh I was in quiet a predicament. His grin taunted me. His laugh shook me. I was getting angrier by the second.
"Tut tut tut"
He shook his head in my direction. There was nothing, but silence and I was starting to form a plan in my head. Maybe if I...no that won't work. Ahah! He wouldn't hurt his precious harlequin now would he? A sinister grin etched it's way onto my lips. Sweeping into a low bow his gun follows my head which in turn, I stare at him. Amusement was ever present on his beautiful features.
"Ever hustled with a harlequin?"