AN: I don't own DC or suicide squad etc etc etc. Why is this a thing I need to do? I'm posting this on a fanfiction site. To find it you need to search up what your story is based off of, that should mean the story isn't mine. Blah. Whatever. I was in the mood for writing more smut so here ya go! I haven't done this for a while so I'm a little rusty, but tell me what ya think and I might do more! Enjoy my lovelies!

'Yeah, I'm off my meds' Harley thought to herself as she backed herself into the far corner of her cell; cadge more like it. There was explosions and shooting and blood, so much blood, all around her. She laughed wildly at the hallucinations in front of her, serves the god damned guards right, even if this was just going on inside her head. Figures emerged from the dust in the now gaping hole in the wall. She pivoted like an animal in her cell to watch them as they advanced, shooting at the prison guards. Her cup of coffee had dropped to the floor already in her confusion and interest, spilling all over the romance novel they had given her to read. Three of the mentioned figures stood out the most to her, while the rest of this army of armored men continued to shoot and thicken the pool of blood on the floor these three went around her cell, opening the door on the outside cadge, then cutting the bars of her smaller cell. One of the men approached her then, she looked up at him questioning, it slowly dawning on her that even her messed up mind couldn't create this scenario. It was then the man removed his mask to reveal his face, white and covered with tattoos. He smiled at her with his red lips and dropped the mask to the floor in a moment of triumph, sighing in victory.
"Puddin'!" Harley screamed happily hugging the man she believed to be dead.
"Let's go home," he whispered in her ear before backing away from their embrace. "Glad to see they've been treating you well here," He motioned towards the espresso machine and she giggled.
He then snapped his fingers and one of the two other men came over and presented him a chest. Joker snatched it away from him and removed whatever was inside before tossing it to Harley, who caught it. It was her pistol, she smiled, J had thought of everything hadn't he? Joker had backed away from the door to her cell at this point allowing her to take her first steps of freedom. "Thanks Puddin'" said Harley cheerfully, kissing him on the cheek before tightly grabbing hold of her pistol "You don't mind if I deal with a few unsettled scores first do ya?"
"Not at all, Harls" J cooed to her.
With that Harley walked out of her cage, her gun pointed at any and all prison guards she spotted, firing at random men, laughing her ass off.
"That's my girl," the joker laughed as he watched the carnage.
Harley's eyes scanned the running bodies looking for her target. There! The coward was hiding in the corner, his otherwise handsome face screwed up in fear. Harley sauntered over and when he spotted her it was if the room could feel the tension. The hate could be felt radiating from Harley despite her wide smile.
"No," he said scooting away from the advancing queen of crime. "You're not going to hurt me are you? I got you your phone! I-I…!"
She grabbed his collar and dragged him over to the bars of her cell and tied him to it with the strips of fabric she had used to dangle from the ceiling. She smoothly removed his phone from his back pocket and pulled up the phones camera.
"No! Nononono! Please!" screamed the guard.
Harley posed next to him, smile wide, "Spring break!" she said snapping a picture just as electricity ran through the bars, shocking the guard. He screamed out in pain as she snapped pictures, eyes rolling into the back of his head. When the electrical current stopped and he slumped to the floor, still alive but barley, Harley bent over showing him the phone screen. "Any preference on filters?" she asked casually "I think I like Amaro, sounds fancy." With that she pointed her pistol at his head and pulled the trigger.
The room had gone silent. All of Harley's captors were either dead or pretending to be dead. (Oh Derik, everyone could see you breathing sweetie) Harley stood up from her spot next to the body of her latest victim and strutted over to where she assumed she would be escaping with her Puddin and lackeys.
"Ready to get out of here, Baby?" Jocker asked from just behind her, pulling out his own gun, chin resting against her shoulder so his voice felt like a soft breeze against her cheek.
"I can't tell ya how ready I am Mista J," she replied before the both of them stepped out of the room to meet the inevitable gun battle they would encounter on their way out. They didn't wait long, bullets began whizzing by them in seconds, shouting, mayhem they lived for this. The king and queen of crime, side by side once again, laughing like the maniacs they were. Blood dripped from the walls, onto the floor, everywhere. Harley's orange prison uniform and fluffy slippers were drenched in the stuff.
"Harley," Joker called after shooting at a group of guards with a machine gun.
"Yes Puddin'?" Harley asked casually, shooting a guy in his crotch before kicking him in the face.
He came up to her and pulled her against him, not caring about the shouts of pain, and the shots being fired in all directions, including their own. "It's been forever since I've seen you Harls," he was running his hands up her sides "and all of this has got me, EXCITED."
Harley chuckled a little, slowly looping her arms around his neck, looking him in the eye. "Wait till we get home Puddin' and then I'm all yours." She pulled him into a bruising kiss, seemingly ignoring the battle taking place. One prison guard took this as his chance to take down the king and queen of crime, running up to them, armed with only a taser to face the maniac pair.
They both simply raised their pistols, not breaking their kiss, and pulled their triggers, leaving matching bullet holes in the guards head.
"Well if I need to wait," said Joker pulling away and reaching into his pocket "what about we speed this up why don't we? Why don't you do the honors sweet?" he handed Harley the grenade he had been stashing.
"Oh Puddin' you shouldn't have!" Harley smiled, looping her finger through the pin as if it was a wedding ring and pulling, tossing it at the guards. The explosion seemed to rattle the buildings foundation, destroying the remaining guards and opening up a path for the happy pair and their accompanying men. "Where's my bat?" Harley pouted before joker shot a glare at one of his men who presented Harley with her beloved bat. She twirled it around, getting used to the feel again, before swinging it at the head of one of the guards lying on the ground, bashing in his skull. She laughed, tucked her pistol into the waist band of her pants and took hold of the jokers arm, which he had offered to her, the pair strolling through the deserted halls of the prison before getting into the swat van the joker and his men must have come in.

The drive home was both heaven and hell to both Joker and Harley. On the one hand, she was free, endless possibilities lay in front of them to catch up with their work of wreaking havoc in Gotham. On the other J was constantly not so subtly running his hand slowly across her body, almost in awe. He was breathing heavily like he did whenever he was trying to control himself as his white hands loosely followed the cascade of Harley's hair down her shoulders, watching his hands intently as they traced her body.
"I don't like being kept waiting Harls," he breathed in her ear "Why shouldn't I just pin you down and take you now?"
Harley shivered at the idea, smiling at her beloved. "You know I don't mind an audience Puddin," she said crawling over to him and straddling his lap "But do you really want to share me with all the boys? Do ya want all of them to know exactly what I look like under here?" She pulled on her loose fitting prison uniform.
Harley knew she had won; Joker was very possessive after all. She liked to test his limits sometimes, pushing his jealousy to the brink, sometimes resulting in the death of some poor random shmuck who thought it was his lucky day. That didn't faze her though, the little games she played showed what kind of power she held.
He didn't press her again, but he kept stroking her, getting more and more obvious, dipping his hands lower and lower. Harley didn't care, the boys were trying to pretend they weren't looking but she could see them with their darting glances. Harley smirked.
When they finally arrived at their hide out in Gotham, Joker practically dragged her inside and into an elevator to their main pent house apartment, but just as the elevator doors closed behind them he had her pined to the wall. "Listen here you little minx," he said, his hands becoming more forceful against her sides, tugging lightly at her cloths. "You better come through for me tonight after having me wait so long, cause this fire," he rolled his hips against her so she could feel his excitement "Isn't going to quench itself."
"Yes mista J," Harley responded innocently before the elevator dinged and the doors opened, resulting in Mr J pushing her into their pent house apartment, shoving up against yet another wall and latching his mouth to her neck. Harley ran her fingers through his hair moaning. She didn't even have the chance to feel happy to be home, but her man was needy, and if there was anything she prided herself more for, was satisfying him.
"Where do you want me Mista J?" Harley breathed in his ear "On the bed? The couch? The floor?"
"I think I'm going to take you right up against this wall," muttered Joker against her neck while one of his hands snaked up under her shirt to grab hold of one of her breasts and the other slithered into her pants. She gasped, her head hitting the wall behind her. "Take this shit off," He told her stepping back to let her remove her bloody dirt covered prison cloths. And she made a show if it too, teasingly removeing her orange shirt, and pulling her white tank top over her head, exposing her red bra, and then wiggling out of her orange pants, making sure to give her J a good ass view. She loved seeing his transfixed face when she did this, how he observed her every move as if he was recording it in his brain. She beckoned him over with her finger and he walked over to her, shrugging off his open shirt in the process. He pulled her into another passionate kiss, groping her body as she lightly grazed her nails against his back. He quickly undid her bra while she wasn't paying attention and she responded by sneakily removing his pants and boxers, effectively releasing his uncomfortable erection. He growled and won the battle by literally ripping off her panties, an action that made her squeal in excitement.
He positioned himself under her and slowly started to push himself into her tight wet hole. She moaned, feeling him push himself inside of her inch by inch. "That feel good baby?" he whispered in her ear. All she could do was nod. "Now that isn't a very good response, I feel like you should use your words more Harls," He pulled out again slowly before sharply thrusting back in "I asked if that felt good."
"Oh yes Mista J!" Harley moaned her head rolling back and forth against the wall.
"Good," The joker smiled pulling almost all the way out ever so slowly and then pushing back in the same way.
"Ah! Please Mista J go faster," Harly moaned trying to roll her hips to get more friction.
"What was that Harls?" he asked, slowing down even more if possible "what is it you want?"
"Geez Puddin, come on you're goin so slow I-"
The Joker hushed her with another sharp thrust up before going back to his insanely slow pace. "I'm sorry Harley I don't seem to understand what you're getting at." He grabbed her chin hard and made her look him dead in the eye. Another sharp thrust up was all it took.
"Ah! Please, Puddin, fuck me! I've missed ya! I need ya! Please!"
That's all he needed to hear, he lifted her up so that her legs could wrap around his waist and he firmly placed both arms on either side of her head, effectively trapping her between him and the wall, before ramming into her full thrust.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Mista J! UH! YES! HARDER! OH GOD!"
Bending down slightly joker took one of Harley's sensitive nipples in his mouth and began sucking, causing her to moan and scream and move against him harder.
"Shit I've missed this baby," Joker muttered against her skin.
Harley smirked "You know I have too, daddy."
Joker shivered, ramming his hard cock inside of her slightly faster. "Say that again." He commanded.
Harley groaned before pouting innocently at him "What do you want me to do Daddy?"
"You little tease," the joker smirked. He picked her up into his arms, hands cupping her ass, and began impaling her on his dick.
"Daddy! AH! Please!" She moaned out the closer she got. Joker laughed and bit down hard on her collar bone, drawing blood. She screamed in pleasure, raking her nails down his back leaving deep gashes.
She could feel the glimmer of release on the horizon, her insides were tightening up as she let her man move her up and down his dick. She could feel it reaching deep inside of her hitting all the right places, and after months of being locked in a cage she knew this was gonna be one hell of an ending.
"Puddin'… ah…. I'm gonna-I'm gonna cum!"
"That's it baby," Joker rasped in her ear "Cum for me now."
Well if he insisted.
She threw her head back as waves of pleasure washed over her, her loud screams and moans becoming loud laughter half way through, her pussy clamping down tightly around the Jokers dick sending him along with her, emptying inside of her and slumping against the wall, his head pressed against hers.
"Welcome back Harls," He said.
"It's good to be back Puddin," Harley sighed.

AN: Yay! So that's the end FOR NOW! Dun dun dun. I'm thinking about writing some more one shots, like related one shots but no important story lines or anything. I have a few ideas so guys please review and tell me what you think! Thanks guys! By!