A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to post another chapter. But I hope you enjoy this one. I took a bit of a different approach so I hope it's still enjoyable. Please read and review! I love all feedback! Thanks!
No one was surprised that the Joker was back at Arkham within a couple months after escaping last time, everyone knew it was a game to him. He always needed to top his latest breakout- 'more explosions, a higher death toll!' he'd always say. No this was nothing new, considering business had been slow lately. The boss needed to make sure no one forgot his name, even if just for a day. No, what surprised them all was his newest recruit and favorite play thing, Harley Quinn.
The first couple days of his absence she lounged around in the club, trying to drive the other workers as crazy as she was. By night she'd dance around, playing with the fresh meat that wandered in and dared to buy the queen of Gotham City a drink. By the fifth day she became impatient, grumbling around the club and snapping at the workers. Behind her back they'd whisper about her hormones and maybe she needed to 'get some' and how if the boss didn't have cameras in every room they'd be happy to help her out. Except, no one dared to touch the Joker's girl, or even look at her a second too long. The only one who even had the slightest permission to be alone with her was Joker's right-hand man, Frost, and even he treaded on thin ice.
Finally, by the seventh day, Harley stormed into the club. She threw the door open so hard one of the hinges busted. The entire crew turned to stare at her as she stormed up to them, her eyes burning holes through each of them until she came to a stop right in front of Frost.
"Miss Quinn?" he asked delicately. She crossed her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes.
"So, what the hell is the deal?" she snapped harshly. "We just gonna keep sittin' around here drinkin' gin and tonics, or are we gonna go get Mr. J?" A low chuckle escaped from a few of the henchmen but Harley ignored them and continued her intense glare at Frost.
"He hasn't sent word yet, Miss Quinn," Frost replied calmly, "we never go in until instructed."
"Well what the hell's he waitin' for?" she asked angrily.
"Well, the last time he was in there for three weeks, if you recall, while recruiting you."
"Three weeks?" Harley yelled in reply, "he expects me to sit around for weeks just waitin' for him? I'm bored!" she ended her rant with a small pout.
"Miss Quinn-" Frost began but was interrupted by another voice.
"Relax, lady, maybe he's jus' gettin' himself another play thing." Harley whipped around, her eyes shooting daggers at the man who spoke. At her movement the other men in the room tensed, and she let a huge grin spread across her face. She walked slowly over to the man whom she didn't recognize, swaying her hips ever so slightly back and forth.
"I ain't never seen you around here before," she said in a playful tone. "so what's ya name?"
"They call me Reggie," he said with a grin still on his face. He didn't seem to notice the other henchmen inch away from him as she drew closer.
"Well, Reggie," she let out a little giggle as she stopped in front of him, "since you're new, there's a couple of things you probably wanna know." Faster than Reggie could react, Harley plunged a knife straight into his stomach. He jerked forward, moving to reach for her but she caught his arm and twisted it, causing him to yell out.
"Bitch!" he choked as blood began to run out of the corner of his mouth. She laughed loudly before twisting the knife and pulling it back out of his stomach, causing him to let out a guttural cry and fall to his knees. Harley let go of his arm and kicked him hard in the chest, causing him to fall backwards and knock a couple of barstools over with him. She walked up to him, placing her foot on his chest, pinning him to the ground with the full weight of her body as she knelt next to him.
"The most important thing ya need to know, is don't mess with me." She winked at him before standing and kicking him hard in the side for good measure. "Pussy," she scoffed before turning on her heels and storming out of the club. She vaguely heard Frost calling for her in the midst of giving orders to move Reggie out of the club before opening, but she ignored him and hurried down the street.
A short time later she stood outside Arkham Asylum, a sense of familiarity washing over her and she pushed back the urge to vomit. She didn't really have a plan, but her best shot was to walk through the front door. She'd stopped at a store on the way from the club and grabbed a black mini skirt as well as a white button up top and a pair of fake glasses. She pulled her hair up into a bun to hide the pink and blue that dyed the ends of it, because the more normal she looked, the easier this would be. She began to walk up the path to the hospital when a voice called out behind her.
"Harleen?" Harley froze. She turned very slowly, casually placing her hand over the gun placed discreetly in the waistband of her skirt. She saw a woman hurrying to her and recognized her instantly as Dr. Jess Harmon, possibly the only person Harley even associated during her employment at Arkham.
"Jess," Harley quickly took her hand off of her revolver as the other doctor got closer.
"How are you?" Jess asked finally reaching her. "No one has heard from you since the attack a 6 weeks ago. We thought you were dead."
"Nope!" Harley said with a smile. "Just busy!" She turned to walk away but Dr. Harmon fell in step with her.
"Are you coming back to work?" Dr. Harmon asked as they neared the building. It was then that Harley realized the flaw in her plan -she didn't have a key card.
"You know what," Harley began, "I was just coming to talk to whoever is in charge now about returning to work. However, I seemed to have lost my name badge somewhere in all the chaos. Would you mind letting me in so I don't have to mess around with visitation?" The other woman looked at her skeptically.
"Well, Dr. Freeman is in charge now," she replied, "and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to talk to you. But I think you should still go through visitation. Security has been tight since that psycho clown managed to sneak in a small army under everyone's nose." Harley felt herself smile before quickly snapping back into character.
"Come on, Jess," Harley said sweetly, placing her hand on the other woman's arm, "you can trust me." Jess met her gaze as Harley gave her a little pout.
"Alright, fine," Jess caved, "but don't tell anyone it was me."
"You have my word." Harley followed closely behind Dr. Harmon as she scanned her ID badge and let them both in the side door, far away from security. Just as they were nearing the main hall an orderly rushed up to them. Harley tensed, but he paid her no attention as he focused on the lady next to her.
"Dr. Harmon, I'm sorry to bother you," he began, "but a couple other doctors are having trouble getting patient 45486 to take his meds. They've requested your assistance."
"Of course, right away," Jess replied. The orderly rushed away as the two women turned to face each other. "I'm sorry, Harleen, I have to handle this. Dr. Freeman's office is just up the stairs to the right. It was great seeing you." As she turned to leave, Harley caught her arm.
"Who is patient 45486?" Dr. Harmon hesitated.
"It's the Joker. He's back here again. None of the other doctors would take him on after what he did, especially since you were missing. I was assigned to be his primary psychiatrist." Both the women stood in silence for a moment, Harley still holding the other doctor's arm tightly.
"Take me to him," Harley demanded. A flash of confusion crossed the other woman's face.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Harleen," she began, "after what he did to you and-" she was cut off when Harley reached into her boot and pulled out a small switchblade and pressed it to her throat. Dr. Harmon's eyes grew wide with terror and Harley tightened her grip on her arm.
"It wasn't a suggestion. Take me to him."
Harley followed closely behind Dr. Harmon as they hurried through the halls of the hospital. Keeping a hand over her concealed gun, she eyed everyone who walked by them cautiously. When they finally reached the high security wing of the hospital two guards that Harley didn't recognize stood guard. Dr. Harmon showed her ID badge and pushed through the door, but when Harley began to follow one guard stepped in front of her.
"ID card," he said flatly, eyes wandering up and down her form. Harley scowled and moved to grab her gun when Dr. Harmon shouted out.
"No!" All eyes turned to her and she stammered before finally speaking, "she's with me. I was called to assist with an unruly patient and she's my back up." One of the guards looked between the two women, both their hard gazes burning into him. Finally, he stepped back and Harley quickly moved through the door.
"Quick thinking," Harley complimented with a sideways wink. The other doctor remained focused on the hall in front of her, avoiding eye contact.
"I don't know what the Joker did to you," she finally spoke as they neared the door, "but getting revenge won't make you feel better." Dr. Harmon jumped as Harley's loud laugh echoed through the hall in response.
"Revenge?" Harley laughed again. "Jess, I've come to release him!" The other woman stopped in her tracks and stared at her.
"What? Harleen, you can't! He's insane!" A smile spread across Harley's face as she got closer to her old friend.
"He's just as sane as I am, Jess." Suddenly with a hard shove, Harley through Dr. Harmon backwards into the wall. With a loud thud she hit the floor as a groan escaped her lips. Harley pulled her off the floor and pushed her again to get her moving. "Go. Unlock his room." Dr. Harmon hesitated before walking forward and stopping at a door on her right, swiping her key card. The lock clicked and the women entered.
"Good afternoon, Doctor," a familiar voice growled from the cot across the room. Harley slammed the door behind her as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed to face them. "A little on the angry side today aren't we, Doc-" his eyes grew wide as they looked past Doctor Harmon and fell on Harley.
"Well, what do we have here?" he asked, a wide smile spreading across his face. "A treat for my good behavior?" Harley stepped around the other woman, walking straight up to the mad man and crouching before him.
"Hi, Puddin', did you miss me?"
"Oh, you know I did, baby doll," he growled as she removed the glasses from her face and leaned in to kiss him hard on the lips.
"Harleen, you can't be serious!" Dr. Harmon shouted. "What has he done to you? Has he brainwashed you into thinking-" she was cut off as Harley spun around, her open palm colliding with the doctor's cheek. With a cry she fell to the floor, clutching her stinging cheek.
"Now, Harley, play nice," Joker said from behind her, "you don't wanna break daddy's new toy, do you?" Harley froze in place, watching the woman on the floor scoot away from her.
His new toy? The voices in her head began screaming at her.
That's why he's been at Arkham so long.
He found a new play thing. You're just an old, used up toy.
He was going to bring her back and kick you to the curb.
Harley shook her head of the voices and with a loud cry she jumped forward, pulling out her blade and plunging it straight into Dr. Harmon's wide, terrified eyes. The woman slumped on the ground before her as she stood back up. Pulling herself back together, she spun back to Joker with a wide smile. He watched her with amusement as she skipped back over to him.
"You wanna play a game, Puddin'?" she asked in a cheerful voice, coming to a stop in front of him as he continued sitting on the bed.
"You know I love playing with you," he growled.
"We'll play your favorite game," she said, placing one hand on either of his shoulders and lowering herself to straddle his waist. "I remember how much you used to love it." His eyes watched her features as she wrapped her arms around his neck and near the top buckle of his straitjacket. "I ask you a question, if you answer honestly, I undo a buckle." He smiled.
"Let's play then, baby doll." She smiled before leaning in and placing light, feathery kisses along his jaw line.
"First question," she said between kisses, "did you miss me?" She felt his pulse quicken as she nibbled lightly on his neck.
"I already told you I did," he replied, "no one amuses me like you do." She undid the top buckle and readjusted her position, grinding her hips against his. He let out a low growl and she felt him begin to harden beneath her.
"Second question," she nibbled on his ear, "did you have fun with Dr. Harmon?" He took a moment to answer, thinking about his response.
"She thought she could fix me," he chuckled. She pulled back to look at him.
"That wasn't an answer," she replied, moving against him again. She watched a flash of desire pass across his face before speaking again. "No buckles for you. Next question," she paused, afraid of asking because she was terrified of the answer, "were you gonna keep her?"
The Joker threw his head back, letting out a loud laugh that echoed in his small cell. She felt herself tense as he continued to laugh, his face unreadable.
"Harley," he spoke finally meeting her eyes, "you're the only girl I need." Her smile spread ear to ear and she beamed, pulling him into a hard kiss. "Now how about helping daddy out of this jacket, hmm?" She climbed from his lap and onto the bed behind him, quickly undoing the straps. He stood, letting the jacket fall to the floor and stretching his arms out. Then suddenly he whipped around, backhanding her across the face. She fell sideways onto the bed and he climbed on top of her, pinning her arms above her head.
"Puddin'?" she gasped, wiggling against him but he was too strong.
"Why are you here?" he snapped at her. Her pulse quickened as she saw the anger in his eyes.
"I-I came to break you out," she stuttered.
"I didn't send word for a break out, did I?" he growled. "How dare you waltz in here to get me? Like I'm some claimed property? You don't own me, Harley Quinn. I own you." Harley felt the anger grow inside her as she looked up at him.
"So, you're just gonna come in here and play around with other doctors?" she snapped back at him. "Huh? Just leave me behind like some trash? None of them care about you like I do! None of them can do to you what I can!" The Joker's face softened and he smiled again. Both of them sat there in silence for a minute before Joker let out a low laugh.
"Maybe you're right, Harley," he said in a low voice. Letting go of her wrists with one of his hands, he let it travel down her body and underneath her skirt, pulling her underwear down. "So, why don't you show daddy what you can do?" She gasped as he slipped his fingers inside of her. He kept the pace slow, agonizing; until she finally bucked her hips against him and he let out a low chuckled.
"Mr. J..."
"Say it," he whispered in her ear as she wriggled against his hold on her wrists. "Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty-"
"Please," she breathed. Letting go of her arms he grabbed the front of her blouse and ripped it open. He began placing hot kisses across her chest and torso as her hands reached to pull down his pants. Within seconds she was clawing at his back as they moved together in perfect sync, his teeth leaving marks across her bare chest as she moaned. He reached up and grasped her throat with one strong hand and she smiled as he began to squeeze. She could feel the tightness in her stomach as she neared unconsciousness, and she could see in his eyes he was almost there too.
Together they finished with loud moans as his grip loosened on her neck and she felt life rush back into her. He collapsed on the bed next to her, both panting for air with huge smiles on their faces. Harley turned on her side to face him, kissing a trail from his ear down his chest, savoring his salty skin.
"Well, baby doll," he finally spoke, "I guess you came here to break me out. Wouldn't want you to leave empty handed." She smiled and kissed him again before standing. She pulled whatever hair was left in the bun out, letting it cascade down her shoulders. She pulled her skirt back in place, leaving her discarded underwear on the floor. Since the buttons on her shirt had popped off she decided to just tie the ends under her breasts, leaving her stomach exposed. Joker pulled his bottoms back on, but left his shirt where it fell between the bed and the wall as he approached her.
"Let's go, baby."