Jarley One-shots

Trust

In which the Joker tells Harley a big secret.

(Requested by @clumsy-doll)

(Warning: Smut (i'm not joking. There is smut smut in there, so if you are against reading it then I suggest you to skip this chapter or just that part), angst)

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The whole day today, I realized that something was bothering Mr. J. Something was making him... distant. He woke up today with a permanent frown and a bad mood. That always scares me...

I was now in the kitchen, making some salad and chicken for dinner tonight. There was no one in the house today. Mr. J kicked all of his henchmen out for the day, for them to go on a "break", which he normally never does. I was confused at first, but then he got all moody and told me to "forget about it", then left to probably kill some assholes.

But he was gone for now 10 hours. Left me all alone at home, with absolutely nothing to do. I knew that today I had to be cautious around him. He can get angry really easily like this...

I finished up the salad then brought it over to the dining room, and placed it onto the table with a small sigh. As I turned around, about to go back to the kitchen, I heard the door swing out. A grin erupted on my face as I turned around so swiftly, it hurt my neck.

But who gives a shit. He's here. Finally.

I see him standing by the door with that same frown, as he walked inside and slammed the door, making me jump in surprise. The grin slowly left my face as I stood a few feet away from him. "Hiya, Mr. J..." I say in a whisper, hoping that I won't tick him off.

He growls in response, running a hand through his messy green hair. I noticed that his knuckles had some blood on it, making me grimace. Poor Mr. J... "Are ya hungry?" I ask, trying to start a conversation with him.

It looks like something sparked in him, as his icy eyes darted towards mine, covered in desire. "Yes." He took two swift steps towards me, grabbing my waist and giving one long, sensual kiss to my neck, muttering, "For you...".

I moaned quietly, stretching my head back to give him more room. He continued to suck and lick my neck, and immediately all of my worries flew away from my mind. Now there was only one thing that I was thinking about.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, as he pulled me up and carried me to our bedroom, sharing one long and hard kiss at the same time, our tongues battling for dominance. Of course, he won.

He walked us to the bed, then threw me on it with a grin. He sauntered over to me, shrugging his suit jacket off before going on the bed and hovering over me, a dark look in his eyes. "How have you been for Daddy today?" He whispers, running a long and cold finger down my face.

"I was a good girl." I say, biting onto my lip. He purrs, before wrapping a hand snugly around my neck. Not hard enough to cut my air supply, but enough to threaten me with.

"Oh really?" He chuckles deeply, and licks his lips. "Good for you." He grabs a knife from his pocket, before straddling me. "I hope you don't have any liking for this dress, my dear." Before I could reply, he brought the knife down, cut it in half and ripped it off, leaving me in my bra and underwear underneath him.

I sucked in a breath as the sudden cold air hit my bare skin, making goosebumps arise from it. Suddenly, I remembered the chicken that was in the oven. Then I remembered I turned the oven off, since it was already ready. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I gave my full attention back to the certain green haired psychopath that was on top of me right now.