Daddy's Lil Monster || Jarley

A Doctor Calls: written 28/5/2018

As Joker got out of bed that morning, he couldn't help but notice Harley, she was lying on her side and he could see the purplish bruise already forming on her lower back from where he pushed her, he sighed, pulling the sheets back over her and headed downstairs. Unbeknownst to him, Harley was in fact awake, but she decided to keep her eyes shut, maybe he'd let her sleep in today

The sun crept through their flimsy drapes, waking up Harley, she must have gone back to sleep without realising it. Yawning, she sat up, feeling the after effects of last night almost immediately as she winced, holding her hand over the bruise, rolling out of bed.

"Morning, Mistah J." She called happily as she walked past his office. Normally she'd just hear a grunt or sometimes, if she was lucky, actual words in response, but this time she heard the door opening.

"You're up late," he looked her up and down, seeing she hadn't got dressed yet "the doctor's coming soon." Joker reminded her coldly before closing the door and locking it.

"I'll go have a shower then shall I." She sighed quietly, walking away.

As she got undressed, she couldn't help but notice her back in the mirror, slowly she skimmed her hand over the tender bruising, wincing a little as she tried to twist to get a better look of what he had done to her this time. Without realising Harley found her hand moving upwards, toward the base of her spine and where the biggest cluster of scars were; raised jagged bumps in her flesh, given to her by the end of a belt.

Just as she was about to get into the running water, she found J stood at the door, looking at her solemnly, his eyes scanning her naked back "You need a hand?" He questioned, removing his jacket and hanging it up on the side of the door.

"Sure," she smiled a little, she was finding it harder to smile lately, to continue to pretend that everything was fine, because it wasn't, she wasn't.

Slowly she stepped into the shower, Joker joining her.

"What was all that about last night?" He asked her, rubbing her shoulders as he stood behind her, the water making his orange shirt almost see-through, a normal person would have taken their shirt off before getting in the shower, but he was far from normal so on it stayed.

"Ya think you have the right to ask me that after this morning?" She said bitterly, turning around to face him, the hot water running over both of them, making it humid and causing the glass to fog up around them.

"Yes, you're mine, Harley, I own you." He told her, but seeing the rage in Harley's eyes made him realise he said the wrong thing that time. She was usually fine with being 'owned,' relished in it even, something was definitely wrong with his doll and he was going to find out what.

"Well, ya don't!" She said, raising her voice and climbing out, sore after being beaten in the early hours of the morning for refusing to talk to him about what's on her mind "I'm seeing a doctor, but that's where the line ends, Mistah J, no more games!" Harley yelled angrily, wrapping her red towel around herself and storming out the bathroom, leaving Joker in shock in the shower.

Joker was shocked Harley yelled at him like that but let it slide this time since he allowed she was still upset from this morning. She rambled about Mistah J this and Mistah J that but he wasn't really listening, he was more interested in watching her wrap the towel around her petite but curvaceous body. Now a bump was starting to form, Joker had to admit she looked even more sexy than she had been before, you couldn't really see it when she wore clothes, which was surprising considering most of the clothes she wore were quite tight and didn't really leave much to the imagination, even Joker sometimes thought she was wearing too little, he wouldn't say that to her of course at the risk of receiving a mallet to the noggin, or something of that calibre anyway.