Author's Note: Okay... so it was a little longer than a week, but I'm really sorry. Hope this makes up for it a little... Y'all ready for something hot?

The zoo would be the perfect place for what he wanted. Now he only needed to find the right cage. She'd always been whining about how she needed to have a big scary dog to protect her... Well, he'd one-up any old dog. He'd found a straight up comic aid.

The cackling howls let him know he was close. Blood from the raw steak he held dripped down his hands and seeped into his purple gloves. He knew the hyenas were hungry from the way they eyed him from below.

'This is almost too easy,' he thought as he slid the bolts off the cage door. Security was lax at the zoo despite the fact that maniacs seemed to run Gotham. Maybe everyone was getting used to him. 'Bout time they recognized his genius. He chuckled to himself, luring the vicious beasts out with the raw meat.

"Mistaaah JAY!"

Her shriek of a greeting startled him. He jerked his hand away and one snarling hyena took its opportunity to sink its teeth deep into his arm. Rage welled up inside him as he beat the animal down off of him and into the carrier he'd brought. She was barely back for a second and she was already messing his plans up.

"Godammit! Harley!"

He turned around sharply to slap her, but before he could even raise his hand, she'd jumped onto him, covering his face with her sweet little kisses. Her mouth felt so nice on him...

"Oh Mistah J, I've missed you so much! I'm sorry, I'll be a good girl. I won't ever mess up!" She cooed into his ear, running her fingers through his dingy green locks, "Please don't ever leave me again."

"You're already fucking things up and you've been back for a total of ten seconds. You- uh... can't be trusted..."

He trailed off dangerously, relishing her looks as her breathing quickened. He grinned as her blue eyes widened. The way she nervously licked her lips when she was scared drove him wild.

Thinking she knew the game they were playing, she recovered herself and flashed him a coy smile, "Whatever can I do to make it up to my Puddin'?" she purred, eyeing his crotch suggestively. He wanted the same thing she did; she knew it.

That's why the stinging force of his backhanded slap shocked her so badly. Enraged by her forwardness he beat her about the face, throwing her tiny body to the ground. The hyenas barked viciously, excited by their tussle. Like the beasts, the Joker felt excitement well up inside him. He fought back the urge to take her that second, and instead, he turned away, kicking the ground to blow off some steam. She was helpless and confused behind him. He knew it.

It was too hard for him to resist looking back at her. He had to see the way her skirt would be hiked up around her legs. The way she would stare back at him with all the fear and trust in the world. It was an exquisite aphrodisiac. But as he turned, expecting to see her in beautiful disarray, Harley met his gaze steadily, eyes flashing with lust.

She liked it.

He let loose a low dangerous laugh like the motor of an old car. She didn't flinch as he grabbed her hair and jerked her face to his, smothering her in a kiss so wild it was more of a bite. Red lipstick smeared across her face mingling with the blood rising in beads from her lips. She moaned. Pleasure.

He didn't understand. How could she enjoy this? Roughly he thrust his gloved hand up her skirt to make sure, the blood from the meat mixing with the abundant juices that ran down her thighs. She wanted him.

"At least pretend to be scared, toots. You don't know what I can do to you," he muttered into her ear, biting the lobe of it gently.

Immediately she bought into the new game. Her crystal blue eyes widened again, assuming that role of innocence he had thought was natural.

"Get on your knees."

He shoved her down, fingers fumbling with his belt and trousers. She took the opportunity to scuttle away from him, her back only hitting the cool metal of the empty cage behind her.

"Isn't that- cute..." his tongue danced out across his lips. For a minute Harley was inraptured by the thoughts of what he could do with that tongue... "Come here you little slut."

He flipped out a knife and ran it tantalizingly between her breasts, the cool steel pressing into the swells of her tits. She panted heavily and the knife tip grazed her skin as he cut down through the fabric of her shirt and the tougher material of her bra. His knife continued to move down her stomach, over her naval and into the coarse fabric of her denim skirt. The shocking sensation of ice cold steel met her swollen clit, warm and wet in anticipation. She gasped outloud realizing she was entirely naked.

The Joker watched as her body bared itself for his eyes. Her breasts sprang forth from behind their lacy trappings. They were round and perky, the perfect size for him to squeeze and twist. Her nipples stood taunt at the swells of them, begging his fingers to toy with her. His eyes followed the path his knife had taken over the tight toned flesh of her stomach and further down to the aching spot between her thighs. His erection pressed hard against the fabric of his trousers despite the fact that they were unbuttoned. With the same amount of force he'd used to undress her, he tugged his pants from his body, baring his erect manhood.

He grabbed her hair again, tugging firmly at her scalp, forcing her mouth towards his generously sized cock. A second's worth of genuine fear shot through her brain. What if she couldn't breathe? What if he smothered her?

There was no time to think.

"Suck."

Harley tried to take a deep breath and move in slowly around his massive dick, but the second her lips touched him, he held her head firmly in place and thrust himself deep into her throat. Her small yelp was smothered, and hungrily she started sucking. Her tongue swirled around him as his arousal mounted. He grunted thrusting himself deeper and harder into that warm wet heaven.

It seemed like an eternity passed. Her cunt ached as her head bobbed dutifully between her master's thighs. Harley could hardly wait any longer. As slyly as she could, Harley slipped a hand between her own legs, feeling the silky wetness, rubbing herself with short soothing strokes. Just a little longer. Surely he'd want to take her.

A booming laugh came from above her head. He could see the petit blonde's entire body as she desperately tried to swallow his dick further. She rubbed herself, trying to achieve some satisfaction, and he, he felt as though he were seconds from an explosion. He'd give his little whore what she wanted.

Suddenly he let go of her hair and pushed her back. Startled, Harley fell onto her back, legs askew. The Joker dove on her, shoving roughly into her little cunt. He took no heed of her screams as she writhed and bucked under him. The tight juiciness of her slit was driving him steadily closer to the edge.

He shoved her down by the throat and held her in place as he fucked her tiny body. Only minutes later the walls of her cunt gripped him tight as her back arched and she screamed out in a silent orgasm, her sounds silenced by the hand on her throat. The sight of her tits bouncing up and down, her mouth gaping open in a perfect 'O,' and the warm tightness of her slit drove him past the point of no return and he exploded deep into her little pussy.

"My harlequin," he panted afterward, "...I got you a present."

"Another one?" she asked, eyes closed.

Silence met her question. His body was gone from hers, but she kept her eyes closed, holding the memory of their bodies too close to let it go yet. A wet, leathery tongue lapping at the product of their love jarred her thoughts. Her eyes shot open at once and met the eyes of a feral beast between her thighs.

"Oh Puddin!" she arched her back as the canine licked away at her flesh, "I love him! I love you!"