Respected doctor Harleen Frances Quinzel slammed her wine glass harshly down onto her marble dinner table, muttering a series of "Fuck" as she did so. She had had an utterly shitty day at work, with her boss and patients screaming at her face constantly. That made it all the more easy for her enemy at work, Castrell, to throw condescending remarks at her. To top it all off, she had agreed to go to a party that night with a group of couples where she's the only one single. Fine, maybe that would help me feel better. She downed the remaining of the glass in one go. She's going to need that to deal with all the lovey dovey shit tonight.

She arrived at the Grin and Bare it, the most coveted bar in the whole of Gotham city, at exactly 11:30. This wasn't just any regular club, it was extremely hard to get in and usually only the elite mingle there. Fortunately, one person in the group knew someone who knew someone, and somehow Harleen found herself now sitting bored to death on the group's table while everyone were dancing. Great, she thought. She decided there and then that she would pay the toilet a visit before calling it a night. The couples were probably so high and smitten, they wouldn't even notice Harleen's departure.

Harleen asked one staff for the toilet, but she was so busy and the music was too loud that after 10 minutes Harleen still could not make out which way to go. She decided to fuck it and look for it herself.

Harleen saw some people coming out of this dark alley. Wanting to waste no more time at this place, she decided to follow their footsteps to get the deeds done so she could get home. The alleyway was dark and narrow, and the further she went the smaller the music got. Finally after so many twists and turns, she reached the door at the end of the alley. She pushed it open and was immediately shocked to see what was in front of her.

Harleen was standing on a balcony, overlooking the biggest bedroom she had ever seen. But it was the "furniture" that had her taken aback. In the middle of the room lied a king-sized bed that was covered with purple satin. On the four bed posts there were handcuffs attached to them. All kinds of tools that looked like they were used for tortures in the medieval time greeted her. There was a tray table with wheels underneath it. The tray table carried a series of knives, paddles, whips, chains, and the rest Harleen couldn't identify. One wall of the room even had similar tools hanging down, but in bigger sizes. What seemed most confusing to Harleen though, was a giant cross made of wood that stood on the oppsosite site of the bed. Harleen was bewildered, needless to say. She had never seen this kind of thing ever before. Her work had been hectic, so she rarely got the chance to discover anything out of the norm in her everyday life. The scene before her eyes surely baffled her a great deal. She had no idea why someone must had all of these stuff in their bedroom (why was it even connected to a club?!), but she had a feeling its purpose wasn't very decent either.

She was so enthralled by what she saw that she didn't notice the movements behind her. Not until she heard a low rumble that she was finally snapped out of her trance.

"Who are you?"

She whipped around to face the source of the voice that sent chills down her spine. Stood inches away from her was a pale man with neon green hair and dark, dark eyes. Her mouth hanged loose as she instantly recognized the figure. He was the infamous Joker, the King of Gotham himself, and he was demanding her introduction. She struggled to form an intelligible sentence; party because of fear and mostly because of the current she felt running in her veins as she looked into his blue eyes. His… beauty stunned her to say the least. Her cherry lips trembled, and before she got the chance to speak, he spoke yet again.

"Oh my, a stray… kitten." His eyes gleamed darkly while his tongue licked his lips. Harleen felt so hot all of a sudden.

Joker had been watching Harleen secretly all night. She was pretty but so were the half of the club-goers that night. She wore a golden, sequined short little dress that complimented her silky blond hair and blue eyes beautifully. The dress clung loosely on her petite figure, but that didn't hide away her deadly curves. However, it was her expression that caught his eyes. Her big blue eyes looked around the club like she was a deer in the headlights, despite her effort to look as indifferent as possible. Even though she dressed the part, she looked so out of place. Just when Joker decided that she wasn't interesting enough to be worthy of his attention, he saw her walking into the hidden alley. Right into the lion's lair. An idea sparked in his mind. He barked orders to Johnny, and follow Harleen.

"You might not know, but I don't like my privacy being invaded by… intruders." He looked at her accusingly. This, however, prompted Harleen to speak, as she didn't like being misunderstood.

"Pa… Pardons me Mr. Joker. I was just looking for the toilet." She stuttered. She was feeling uncomfortable with him so close. She could smell the intoxicating scent of booze and cigarettes and cologne surrounding him, and that made her feel tingles all over her lithe body.

"Ooh, so you do know who I am." This seemed to satisfy him as he flashed her his smile. Harleen simply nodded.

"If you did though," he continued, "then you also must know I… punish the wrongdoers severely."

"I swear I didn't do this on purpose!" Harleen quickly stammered on, as memories of news about Joker's brutal crimes flooded her mind. "Please don't hurt me, plea-"

Suddenly, Harleen's ramble was stopped as Joker placed his finger of her full lips, signalling her to stop. Then without warning, he roughly pulled her against him by her wrist. Harleen let out a yelp. Before she had the chance to protest, Joker grabbed one of her breast roughly. She couldn't help a loud moan escaping her lips. Joker eyed her intensely. She stared back at him incredulously, seemingly at a loss for words. Harleen was usually quick-mouthed, but under this circumstance it was understandable for her to feel speechless. The most notorious criminal in all of Gotham was groping her tits! But his calloused fingertips felt oh so good on her baby smooth skin. His action and her reaction puzzled her. Why was he doing this to her and why was she reveled in it?

With his eyes still fixed on hers, Joker's other hand then travelled down her back and grabbed her ass. Harleen looked horrified while Joker laughed at her. He then moved both of his hands in enchanting circles, and that made her both mad and aroused at the same time. She fought his hands away and when she was about to scream, he kissed her. She was surprised by his action so he took the chance and drove his tongue into her mouth. Harleen was in a daze at that point. She thought she was supposed to hate his advance, but here she was, thoroughly enjoining his assault. Her resolve weakened, much to her dismay. But Joker was so skilled at what he did, someone as inexperienced as Harleen could not resist it even if she fought back with all her might. Joker then broke the kiss and his eyes were once again fixed on hers. She felt him lifting her dress up and up. His warm fingers were adorned with cold jewellery, and that felt wicked against her sensitive skin. His fingers shoved up her laced panties suddenly, and through her hazy eyes she saw him smiling rather unholy.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" He purred while his finger gently circled her clit through the fabric of her panties. "If I let you go, who's gonna help ya filling up this juicy pussy of yours? Hmm?"

Harleen was a mess. She could not, for the life of her, form coherent thoughts anymore. This was too much for her little body. She wasn't used to any of these… things. The fire in the lower part of her body was all consuming, and so she did whatever she could with what little strength she had left, which was letting out a series of broken "please's". She choked on her tears in the process. She didn't know if she was even begging him to stop at that point anymore.

Little did Harleen know, that did not help her situation at all, if not made it even worse. Seeing her weak and sobbing like that made Joker grew harder by the second, if that was even possible. By now he was hard as rock, to the point where it was extremely painful for him if he tried to hold back any minute longer. And so he decided that playtime was over.

"Shh, shhh…" He cooed. "Save your pleading and begging little girl, because you're gonna need it later."

And with that, he lifted Harleen up into his chest and carried her down the stair into his playroom.