Descent

Chapter 14

The rage consuming the Joker was out of control, blinding him to his surroundings. All he could see or hear was his doll, begging the Bat to give her what she needed. Deep down he knew it was some trippy hallucination, but he couldn't shake the images Bruce's offer conjured.

No fucking way in hell are we going to let that happen. Are we, J?

"Dr. Quinzel..." The sensual way he hissed her name had her cheeks flame in embarrassment.

Harleen was busy thinking about why he seemed to get so possessive of her. They had only had one session together. Even then he had told her he didn't want to be cured. So what the hell did the Joker care who she went with. Or what other inmates she saw for that matter.

Bruce could hear the threat that lay beneath his false calm. He had danced with the Joker often enough to know the damage he could do. Hell, Jason wasn't a push over either. Bruce had seen the darkness stirring in him even as he tried to help Jason overcome it.

He grabbed Harleen's arm and pulled her behind his back. Making sure he was between her and the Joker at all times. There was no telling what the clown had up his sleeve. Bruce could remember the time he had him cuffed and on his knees and he had still taken down two of GCPD.

"Dr. Quinzel...I would step away from the playboy if I were you." The sheer menace in his voice had her core clenching in anticipation.

She couldn't help the heat that rose when he spoke to her in such a way. Harleen had hated when Jimmy treated her like an object, but when Mr. J did, it was somehow different. As if she was a treasure he wanted to hoard for himself.

Harleen peaked around the solid wall of muscle that Bruce Wayne was. Her small hands pressing on his back for leverage, even though she didn't need to. If the Joker wanted to push her she planned on pushing him right back. And she would use Bruce as much as she had to.

"But you're not me Mr. J." Harleen smiled sweetly at him, acting as if she wasn't doing anything wrong.

Look at how she is touching him. Our doll knows what she is doing and she is enjoying taunting us.

The Joker hissed at her baring his silver smile. "Exactly, doll. I know my place, and you still need to learn yours."

Harleen let her hand move down Bruce's arm. She hoped that Mr. J would think she was caressing Bruce, even though the thought had her wanting to gag. Harleen knew she was playing with fire and that at some point she was going to get burned. But there was something about J that made her want to combust, when he gazed at her the way he was now. Hungry, like a predator.

"Oh I know exactly where I belong." She rolled her eyes as she sassed him.

Her disrespect caused the Joker to sneer. He curled his fingers in a come hither gesture. "Why don't you come back in here and we can get started on your lesson, baby girl."

His smile told her that he would take great pleasure in showing her just where she belonged. She had no doubt that he would see to her pleasure in the lesson as well.

What she couldn't believe was that he was hitting on her in front of Mateo and Bruce. If the Joker kept it up they would be in so much trouble. Dr. Arkham would hear about it and she would lose her job and the Joker would be put back in the hole.

"Threats are not the way you treat a lady. Didn't your mother ever teach you that, Joker?" Bruce spoke calmly.Harleen couldn't help from gasping at such a low blow. "Mr. Wayne, that was..."

The Joker tutted. "Don't worry about me, doll. A monster like me doesn't feel, isn't that right Bruce?"

No one knew about the Joker's past, or if he even knew his parents. But she was sure of one thing with how possessive he was there was no way he was going to let Bruce talk about his mom like that. It wouldn't have mattered if she was a hooker turning tricks in Crime Alley.