In Too Deep

12

Staying Up by The Neighbourhood

I knock on the door, and a second later the voice behind the wood talks back. I turn the knob and push in as I walk inside the room.

Professor Strange is sitting behind his desk typing away on his computer.

"Dr. Quinzel, always a pleasure" he smiles and I nod, closing the door behind me before waking up to the seat in front of his desk. I rest my hands on the back of the comfy seat.

"What can I help you with? Is the Joker treating you alright?" he asks me, eyes glued to his screen. I stand up straight, clutching his file in my arms.

"I have a question that has been bugging me for the past few days" at this he looks up. He gestures for me to take a seat before him and I smile tight lipped.

"What's your question Ms. Quinzel?" he holds his hands together before him.

"What kinds of tests do you do on him?" I ask and the professors face doesn't falter one bit.

"I follow the standard protocol Ms. Quinzel" he says with a smile.

"Cut the crap professor. I'm not stupid" I tilt my head but he shrugs and leans back in his chair.

"I like you Harleen. I really do. Don't let your curiosity get in the way of that" he says, tapping his finger on the surface of his hand.

"You may go" he nods to the door and continues his work on the computer. I sit in the chair for a couple of seconds after being dismissed before gathering my belongings and heading towards the door.

"Don't be blinded by the things he says"

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"What kinds of tests are they doing on you?" I ask Jack as he gets comfortable in the metal chair.

"What tests?" he asks as he fidgets with his handcuffs. I grab onto the chain chaining them to the table. At the motion he looks up at me.

"The ones that Strange does" I say.

"Tell me doc, did you graduate university?" my eyebrows furrow.

"Yes.."

"Lovely, with what kind of GPA?" he smiles.

"3.7"

"Then why do you ask the stupidest questions?" his fist connects with the table as he smashes it down onto the hard surface.

I barely flinch at the loud sound.

"You could say i'm curious" I push back my chair and stand from my spot. I walk around the table and stand next to him. I drop his file and he opens it.

"You've been diagnosed already, it says it right there that you're a compulsive liar. Why should i believe anything you say?" I ask him his eyes trail up my figure and he pushes his chair back, standing taller than me.

"Why should you do anything in this world doc?" his beautiful green eyes look all over my face for the answer.

"If you actually believed i was lying you wouldn't confront me. You'd push it away. But you know there's more to what meets the eye" he mumbles. His eyes land on my collar bone before looking up at me.

"What is that?" he asks and I look down to see the ink peeking out from chest. I swallow thickly and cover it up.

"Well well well, does the doc have a secret tattoo?" he teases and I shake my head.

"Oh come on. I thought we had no secrets between us" in one quick swoop he grabs onto my blouse and pulls me in front of him against the metal table.

I gasp and my first instinct is to clutch the material of his shirt in between my fingers. My chest is pressed up against his causing my breasts to slightly spill out of my top. His eyes pierce into mine and it's as if he's looking past me, deeper into something i can't quite catch.

His large hands grab onto my waist as he presses me against the edge of the table. I can feel him harden against me. I watch as his eyes dilate and a look of lust that i haven't seen in a while seeps into his features.

"Joker I-" his tongue licks a thick strip up my throat. His right hand slides down the expanse of my leg and he holds it up against his waist.

"Taste so creamy, bet this tastes much better" he growls in my ear as his opposite hand cups in between my legs. I swallow thickly and his fingers wiggle into my panties. Both his index and his middle finger bury themselves inside of me.

I moan softly and I feel him smile against my cheek. I ground myself into the palm of his hand chasing the pleasure he's giving me from his two fingers. He removed his fingers and holds them up to his mouth. Without missing a beat he sucks my juices off and smiles.

"Just as sweet as I imagined" his mouth lays open kisses down my chest. I feel him grab onto my bra and pull the cup down letting my breast come out and my nipple enter his mouth.

I moan once more as he sucks and tugs at my sensitive nub. He grinds his lower half against me and I nearly cry from how good this feels. I haven't felt this way for a very long time.

"Daddy's Little Monster" he chuckles and I look down to see him admiring the tattoo.

He smirks and his hands move down to my thighs as he adjusts me on top of the cold surface.

"Daddy wants another taste. Why don't you open up those legs for him?" he says against my ear. I close my eyes and relish in the sound of his voice. My fingers thread through his washed out green hair.

"So wet for me aren't you baby?" my mouth opens slightly as his fingers fuck into me.

"Yes" I breathe out. His thumb brushes up against my clit and I grip the back of his neck.

"Snap out of it" he says as he pulls away and brushes his open mouth against mine. Our lips brush up against each other as his fingers continue to please me.

"What?" I breathe out. His tongue pokes out to lick the bottom of my lip.

"Snap out of it doc"

I stumble back as Im brought back into reality. My chest falls and rises quickly and I look up to see Jack staring at me in confusion.

"Where'd you go?" he asks and I shake my head.

"Nowhere. That was unprofessional of me. I apologize" His eyes are glued to my chest and I look down to see that the tattoo is slightly exposed.

"What the hell is that?" I pull my shirt over it to try a lame attempt to hide it.

The chains rattles as he tries to move from his spot.

"Why does it look familiar?" he mumbles and at that he closes his eyes and rests his head against the table. He groans and I swallow thickly.

"Jack-"

"Why do you keep calling me that" he growls and slams his hand against the table once more.

"Why do I remember that tattoo doc?" he says frustrated. He begins to pull on his chains to try to get me as I back away.

"Calm down.."

"Don't tell me to calm down. Tell me where I know that tattoo is from!" he yells and at this he attracts attention of Tommy.

"Sessions over. Time to go back Joker" his guard says and Jack strays away from him.

"Don't make me call the nurses Joker" he threatens. "It's time to go" Tommy grabs a hold of Jacks arm.

He stares at me in confusion as Tommy escorts him out. As the door slams shut I let out a breath I hadn't known I had been holding in.