MAD • Joker x Harley Quinn (Book 1) ✓

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• session fifty-four | Bad

"Let go of me!"

Harleen struggled as men held her down to a chair, legs straight, hands tied together. She was crying, her platinum hair in a messy ponytail at the moment. She was confused to what is happening.

Gunshots entered the Asylum an hour ago, and she was picked up by someone who wore a Panda mascot and tied her down. Her beating of her heart accelerated, her sweat dripping down her forehead, and her tears streamed across her cheek.

She was scared.

In the middle of her panicking, she turned her head to her left, where she heard the familiar laugh that had entered the room. "Oh, what do we have here?" He asks, his arms spread out wide. The difference of him is, he was not wearing the straight jacket anymore. In fact, he is not wearing any top, that exposed his tattoo filled torso. The words 'HAHAHAHA' repeated on the right side of his chest, the name Joker on his stomach, a skeleton joker tattooed of his left chest. His arm is full of tattoos as well, a smiley on his left arm, the words 'HAHAHAHA' repeated again on his right arm. A Smiley on his right hand. His left hand was covered by a purple glove. And Harleen couldn't help the fact he has a tattoo on his v-line, the same smiley on his hand but only black. The word 'damaged' tattooed on his forehead really represents how damaged his mind is, how crazy he became.

"Mister J.." she whispered as she watched him walk towards her. She remembered she snuck in a machine gun in his cell, and she unbuckled his straight jacket in yesterday's session. And she remembered he made her give her phone.

Joker then leaned forward to Harleen as he stood right in front of her. He held her face, surprisingly, softly, not harsh at all. Harleen can barely hear his small growls and groans under his breath. She didn't know if she found it uncomfortable or sexy.

"Oh, Harley, Harley, Harley..." Joker sang as he then pulled away from Harleen, and held the belt right beside him. Pulling it, stretching the thick material. "I don't want to ruin those gorgeous porcelain teeth!" He spoke with a wicked smile.

"What are you gonna do? You're gonna kill me, Mister J?" Harleen questions in a surprisingly calm manner, "Well, I can take it." She added, showing how she is willing to die for the love of her life. And gripped the belt that he placed in her mouth.

Joker then held the two electronic machines on both of his grasps, the machine producing electricity, in short terms, he will electrocute the doctor. "Oh I'm not gonna kill ya." He answered, waving the two around her head, "I'm just gonna hurt you," He then gave her a big smile, "Really, really bad."

Harleen gripped her teeth onto the belt that the Clown placed as her muffled screams came out once Joker places it on her head. Her nails dug into her own palms and her toes folded in pain as she felt the strong, stinging of electricity through her head and all the way to her body. Her eyes shut close but tears escaped and streamed down her cheeks continously.

Joker on the other hand loved how she was in pain. "Embrace it, Harley!" He shouts as his iconic laugh followed. "Does it hurt?" He chuckles, before taking it off of her head, and placing it back.

Making Harleen Frances Quinzel wince in much pain. Her teeth digging in the leather material in between her lips. Tears continued streaming, non-stop. Sweat going down from her forehead and her hands shook, trembling from the intense pain the Clown Prince of Crime gave her.

"Don't worry, honey." Joker giggles, "You're soon gonna love all of these pain." He whispers against her ear, with his deep, husky, erotic voice of his.

And those were the only words she last heard before she passed out from all of her pain, all her screaming and wincing, and all of the crazy shit she experienced.