Descent

Chapter 22

She had tossed and turned for the good part of an hour, before she got fed up. At 11 pm Harleen got out of bed and headed to her kitchen. There she made herself a cup of warm milk and honey. Knowing that it was the only thing that was going to help her sleep.

Once it was done, she went back to her bedroom and slipped under the covers. Sipping the drink she thought over the last thing J had said to her. Harleen knew it was another of his sexual innuendos. She knew that it was most likely said to keep her in line.

Though as her drink began to warm her and cause her eyes to grow heavy she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to let him have his way with her.

Harleen felt the mattress sink as someone climbed into bed with her. She had this odd sensation of being spooned. Opening her eyes she realized it was full dark out, maybe 2 am.

As the drowsiness slipped from her mind, it was replaced by panic when she realized that no one should be in her apartment. Even her mother didn't know where she had moved to.

There was a possibility that after all this time Mario had found her. That he had come to collect his property once more. Mario would take her back to her mother, or worse, lock her in his playroom.

Jimmy had been bad, but his father was worse. Mario didn't like to do anything sexual with his women. No, he preferred testing out methods of torture on them. There was no way Harleen was going to let herself be put through that again.Trying to get up, a weight presses her back down into the mattress, causing her heart rate to double.

"Get the fuck off me." She bucked and rolled beneath the weight.

"Not going to happen, doll."

The Joker. How the hell had he gotten out of Arkham? Scratch that, how the hell had he gotten into her apartment in the first place.

Harleen's thoughts were cut off when he pressed his hips into hers. A moan left her lips at the feel of his length against where she needed him most. She was always so hyper aware of J. How deceptively strong he was, or how he seemed to hypnotize her with his gaze. When he was near, Harleen felt like a hormone driven teen all over again.She couldn't help lifting her hands to touch his face.

"J, please. We need to get you back before they know you're missing. You know they'll hurt you again."

Growling he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. When the Joker leaned forward she felt his breath ghosting over the column of her throat. It sent a chill racing down her spine and goose bumps erupting over her skin.

"I'll go when I'm done teaching you that lesson I promised, princess."

Harleen was going to protest when J nipped at the skin of her neck. The feeling stopped all rational thought and all she could say was, "Please."

"Hum..." He hummed applying more pressure to his bites.

Harleen can't help but marvel that he is holding both her wrists in one hand. She doesn't know what he's doing with the other; all she can think about is the feel of his mouth working at her skin. She didn't even realize he is undressing.

"Shit." She moans as he begins to suck at the sensitive spot right below her ear.

Her mind is clouded in lust. The only thing she cares about is the feelings he is evoking in her body, until she feels her arms being pulled taut over her head. Harleen struggles only to realize that he has used his belt to tie her to the bed.

There is no telling what he plans to do. And for one fleeting moment Harleen wonders if he is going to kill her. Worse still he could torture her and then make her beg for death. Knowing she is helpless before him, she yanks at her restraints. As she struggles Harleen promises herself she won't go down without a fight.