Impulse

Regretful Violence

"Son of a-" The Joker released his grip on her and stumbled backwards. Harley had exploited his weakness for her and weakness is dangerous... It can get you and others killed. He'd have to learn to control that, especially around her.

Harley gasped as he pushed her backwards to shield the tender spot between his legs. She took this opportunity to turn and run, run back to the Asylum to get the Guards, Hell, anyone that could detain him. Running as fast as she could, Harley managed to get to the front door steps, she quickly turned around to give him a quick glance but when she did he was gone.

The Joker was nowhere to be seen, he wasn't crouched down on the cold floor where she'd left him. A gasp escaped her lips when she turned back and saw the green haired clown towering over her with a wide grin spread across his face. Within moments she felt her bike helmet rapidly connect with the back of her head.

Harley's hands shot out in front of her body, hoping to break the fall but when her skull connected with the harsh surface of the ground, she was consumed by darkness.

Joker crouched down over her body. He quickly picked her body up from the steps, blood trickling down her face. The impact of her head hitting the steps added to the already damaged area from earlier, meant that she was out cold. Leaning her body against his, he reached down and grabbed the keys from her waist band, pausing for a moment to decide what to do with her.

She's a good lil' fighter. She has potential, with the right mentor...

It was decided, she now belonged to him. His to teach, train and turn into the woman that she was born to be. His own little pet.

Harley's lip body was now laying on his lap, the helmet that had caused her unconsciousness now covered her head. J didn't want to add to the already battered area on the back of her skull and if she woke up, all she would see is darkness anyway.

Flicking her visor down, he started to engine and tore down the streets of Gotham, despite the situation, he still couldn't believe how easy it was to escape, literally strolling out the front door. "Ooohhhhh-haha!"

After riding for about half an hour, they arrived at his most recent hideout. It wasn't to shabby, the place he called home was an old hotel, disused with bricks crumbling on the outside.

He parked the bike beside the front door. Lifting Harley up carefully, he carried her towards the door. Once they were inside, the Joker moaned in delight, almost forgetting how beautiful it was. The hotel had been transformed into an old fashioned gentlemen's club. Leather chairs and sofas, dark burgundy walls, polished tables and a huge chandelier decorated the entire area. Rooms branched off from the main reception area, including a lounge, library, dining room and entertainment area.

Tossing her keys in the small bowl at the reception desk, he walked over to the grand staircase, graced with a deep red carpet. Gently walking up them, he reached the top and turned to his left towards the Master bedroom.

There were small Victorian oil lamps that lit the way to his room, the dim lighting adding the vintage atmosphere. Finally outside his room, he leant his back against it and pushed it open with his body as his hand grasped the door handle.

The Joker paused and sighed deeply. "Glad to be home."

Walking over to the bed in the centre of the room, he admired it. The four poster bed was a dark oak colour and absolutely massive, with silk purple curtains hanging from each post. The covers were a quilted emerald green with pillows to match; beside it were two large bedside tables, still keeping with the theme of dark oak.

Carefully placing a still comatose Harley in the centre of the bed, he leant over her body and switched the lamps on. He climbed onto the bed next to her to remove the helmet, trying to be as gentle as possible. But when he lifted it up, he saw the extent of the damage that he had inflicted on her, a huge gash on the right hand side of her forehead, another on the crown of her head with purple bruises engulfing her neck and her wrists. But despite all the damage, she was still as gorgeous as the first day he had laid eyes on her.