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The Good Doctor (closed)
The last embers of sunlight pressed its way through the dirt and grime of the two tiny, steel wire enforced windows of her office. While her heart wanted that light to be warm and bright, her soul felt comfort in its dingy greyness.
She poured over her notes feeling as if there had been something she had missed, something she had not considered when it came to her patient. What had started out as a job, as a research project, had become something much more…was it a fascination, an obsession?
Something about their sessions made her feel uneasy. While she had treated many patients in Arkham, this was the one that made her question herself, her decisions, her objectives. She had been lost in thought, trying to figure out each side of the Rubix cube.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
She jumped as the three loud thwack sounded at her office door. "Dr. Quinzel, we're here with your patient. Number zero eight zero one" called the deep voice on the other side of the door.
Her blue eyes opened a bit wider for a moment and she that odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not quite nervous, but something else.
"Just a minute!" she called to the voice.
She stood up from her desk, the old metal chair making a screeching sound against the ancient linoleum. She ran her hands over her hair and straightened her rather boring ensemble. Boring black work skirt, plain blue blouse buttoned up to her neck. She pulled her long blond hair up into a severe ponytail and straightened her glasses before walking to the door. She turned the handle and opened the dilapidated metal door to see patient 0801 strapped to a gurney.
The shock of green hair always surprised her the most. It should have been strange and foreign, but as they moved the patient from the gurney and handcuffed him to a metal chair that was attached to the floor, it seemed normal to her. His pale skin, his tattooed and scarred face. It was only after several moments that she realized he was watching her too, watching as he was placed in another immobile position.
She blushed and walked behind her desk, her clunky shoes click clopping across the floor. She sat down as the guards checked 0801's chains for security and looked satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere.
"We'll be outside the door Dr. Quinzel." the two guards told her as they took the gurney into the hall and then closed the metal door behind them with a squeaky echo of a slam.
She looked down at her patient's paperwork to find where they had left off in their last session as well as to give her cheeks time to cool. When she finally looked up she was greeted with his cold blue stare. Her head turned slightly as she saw what she thought was blue flame and she stumbled over her words for a moment.
"Welcome back Mr. uh…Mr. Joker" She smiled at him awkwardly across the desk. "In our last session, we were talking about your past, your childhood; well, we were trying to anyway." she amended. It was difficult to get anything out of the man that sat across from her.
"Well, doc, it's kind of hard to get to my warm gooey center when I'm locked in like a caged animal." he said innocently as his eye roamed over her face. Dr. Quinzel studied her patient for a moment and then closed the folder in front of her.
"I'll make a deal with you Mr. Joker. Let's call it a trust exercise." she said as she looked him over. In their previous sessions, he had been strange and fascinating, but never violent towards her. She had been striving for some kind of breakthrough trying desperately to make some kind of headway in his case. She motioned towards the beat up pleather chaise lounge she had against the wall. On the wall next to it was a security bar that her other patients were handcuffed to during their sessions. "I will try and make you more comfortable…get you out of that jacket for a bit if you agree to participate in our session today".
He looked at her as he tumbled the agreement over in his mind. After some contemplation, he finally looked back at her. "You've got a deal doc." he grinned at her.
She smiled to herself. She was finally making some headway. She reached into one of her desk drawers and retrieved a skeleton key she had been given for the patients' handcuffs. It was for emergencies only of course, but she felt the risk necessary to get that breakthrough she had so craved.
He closed his eyes as she walked towards him, breathing in the scent of her perfume, a dazed smile crossing his face. She moved behind him and unlocked the chain that had been keeping handcuffed wrists secure. She then helped him to sit on the chaise and unlocked his left hand, attaching the free cuff to the security back. She then managed to get the straightjacket off of him, all save the arm that was now handcuffed to the wall.
"There, that must feel better Mr. Joker," she said as she stood in front of the chaise with the smile of a girl scout getting her first badge.
"Indeed it does doc…indeed it does…" he smiled at her. She was so sweet, so pure…he found her naivety more charming, as opposed the usual annoyance it invoked him. "Thank you."
Before she could reply he used his free arm to wrap around her waist in one quick moment, pinning her down on the chaise. He straddled her waist as his hand quickly pressed his handcuffed hand against her mouth. Her blue eyes widened as her heart beat against her ribs.
"Now now now now now now now….DOC…" he punctuated, "I'm going to make you a deal," he began as he reached behind the couch, "I'm going to removed my hand," he said as he produced a shiv. It was little more than a spoon that had been sharpened into a knife on one side with a masking tape handle, but it scratched her throat as he ran it down her neck, "And you aren't going to scream, you aren't going to yell, holler or make any unseemly noises and in return," he said his voice suddenly dark and dangerous, "in return; I won't mar your beautiful, porcelain skin." he said as ran the edge of his shiv along her jawline.
It was only when he pulled it away that she nodded in agreement. "Are you sure?" he asked even more darkly as he ran the point of the shiv along the shell of her ear. She nodded yes again, her eyes wide as she looked back into his icy orbs in something that was neither fear or defiance. He looked down into her eyes for a dark moment.
"Good!" he responded as if they were suddenly having a day at the fair, happy and carefree as opposed to the hostage situation it was. He slowly removed his hand from her lips and was mesmerized for a moment. They were plump and rouged from the pressure he had placed on them. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes watching his every move.
He moved his hand down her side along her lab coat, letting his fingers slowly trace the outline of her body before he finally fished the key out of her lab coat pocket. He un-cuffed himself and then looped the hand cuffs through the security bar before cuffing each of Dr. Quinzel's hands. He looked down at her a moment longer, his head turning slightly as if he were a dog trying to figure out how to carry a long stick through a narrow passage.
He jumped up enthusiastically and grabbed a legal pad and pen from Dr. Quinzel's desk. He sat in the "doctor's chair" and crossed his leg towards her. Be began to click the pen over and over again. Dr. Quinzel sat upright in the chaise her legs knees hanging over the side, her hands cuffed above her head.
"So Dr………..doctor doctor doctor…"he craned his neck around looking for the name plate on her desk. "Dr. Harleen Quinzel…." He then paused and let out a small laugh and then a louder one. "Dr. Harleen…no…Harley Quinn…" he laughed with abandon.
Harley looked toward the door, wondering if the guards had heard any of this if they would be barging in at any moment. He caught her gaze and grinned again. "Don't worry my dear, they work for me. I promise we won't be disturbed." he told her in a gravelly voice.
"You, you won't get away with this Mr. Joker."
"I think you can call me just Joker now." he grinned at her.
"Joker. Mr. J," she began, unable to call him simply Joker, "there are security camera's all over this place and they're all going to see what you've done."
"Goooooood."he said in that dark strange tone that both scared and thrilled her, "I love instant replay." he grinned as he looked her over. From their brief encounter, he had felt what seemed to be a bombshell of a body hidden under drab boring clothes. Something told him she was anything but. He moved his chair closer to her until his thigh was pressed against her knees, his leg still crossed towards her.
"Now tell me, Miss. Quinn, tell me about your childhood."
"I will not submit to this." she whispered harshly at him staring at the door, believing at any moment someone would save her.
"Tell me," he interrupted, "what has happened to woman who not only frees a prisoner…but puts up no resistance as he runs his hands over her body." he asked as his eyes devoured her. He put down his pad and paper and picked up the shiv again. He ran the tip up her stomach and then began to savagely cut away her lab coat. She squeaked slightly and closed her away against the assault. When she opened her eyes again she was in her skirt and blouse.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't want to die." she told him, her eyes meeting his without hesitation. He returned her gaze and laughed to himself again.
"New deal Doc."
"What do deals matter? You didn't keep up your end of our bargain." She told him as she looked away with annoyance.
"Oh no no no." he said as he grabbed her chin with his fingers and turned her face to meet his, "I told you I would participate," he paused as he let go of her chin and let his fingers trail down her neck. "And I am…" he said as his eyes moved down to her heaving chest and paused for a long moment. "You didn't specify the role." He grinned suddenly bright again. "Now, for every question I ask you, you have to tell me the truth. If you lie; you get the blade" he explained, punctuating the last word in a deeper voice. She watched him go from light to dark and back again, as if he were struggling with something, or lost in madness.
"Fine." She replied through clenched teeth.
He threw back his head in yet another laugh, clapping his hands and stomping his feet with enthusiasm. "Now doctor," He said suddenly serious, "you enjoy treating me don't you…" he grinned mischievously.
"Of course not, you're just another case." she spat, though she studied his knee rather than look him in eye.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mademoiselle Quinzel." He said as he started towards her with the shiv. She squeezed her eyes closed as he lunged at her. As she prepared to have her face sliced open, she instead heard a series of random pops. She only gasped as she opened her eyes and found her blouse buttons had been cut off leaving it opened. She looked up at him surprised only to find him facing her now, looking at her.
He slowly untucked one side of her blouse and then the other. They framed the white bra that covered her voluptuous breasts. He shook his head left and right for a moment and rocked himself for a moment. He had known it. A goddess recovered from the sands of ages.
He picked up her left foot prepared for a struggle that never came. He looked up at her curiously, studying the mixture of rage, humiliation and something else. He held her gaze as he slipped off her shoe. He then delicately ran the edge of his shiv along the nylons she wore and peeled them away. He ran his hand over her calf and put it down delicately before repeating his actions with her right leg.
Harley didn't know what to think. Screaming would do no good…she would get fired if anyone found out how this went down…whatever this was. The tapes would damn her as much as it would damn him, assuming she came out alive. She had flinched when he picked up her leg and watched every movement he made carefully. She watched his eyes, his curious touch. Her heart started to race faster with what she assumed was fear.
"Ppppplease, please don't…" she begged softly, her eyebrows knitting together in worry. He twisted his head in confusion for a moment, though his eyes moved back to her breasts.
"Please don't whaaaaat?" he asked darkly as he ran the sharp edge of his place over one of her now hardened nipples. "This?" he asked as he ran the edge of the blade the other nipple that poked through the fabric of her bra.
She closed her eyes against the sensation that bolted through her. Her face flushed as she looked away from him. She felt her stomach swirl and she couldn't look at him. He watched her carefully, the blade moving down from her breast, the cold metal moving over the bare skin of her stomach before roughly cutting down through the fabric of her skirt.
She gasped as he moved each side of her ripped skirt from her thighs, revealing her white cotton panties. He looked her over and felt for a moment that he was in a dream. He hadn't seen a woman built like this since…since…well never. He ran his eyes over her body and noticed it tremble. His eyes then moved her face.
"Please…" she said softly, his only response was a swift tug on the front of her bra with his blade, cutting it open, her breasts now laid bare.
Her breath quickened as she lay almost completely nude before him. He slowly put down his shiv and his hands went to her knees. His fingers massaged her thighs before working their way up to her hips. His body moved over her as his hands moved up her body. Her hips, her sides, the swells of her breasts. It wasn't until his hands were on her neck, his thumbs cradling her jaw that he found himself over her again. As he looked down into her face with confusion and madness, his lips slowly came down on those lips he had so admired.
Harley's felt as if an electric bolt had hit her lips and her head jerked back for a moment. His mouth only followed her own. As she tried to gasp his warm wet tongue found her own. After the briefest moment of shock, she found eyes closing, her tongue matching his rhythm.
He pulled away sharply and unexpectedly. She felt dazed, not entirely sure of what had just happened. He looked down at her with the same confusion. She tried to steady her breath and remember herself. She was a doctor. Doctor doctor doctor doctor.
"If, if you stop right now, I'll, I'll make sure no one finds out about this ok?" she reasoned, as she stared at her knees.
He responded by moving his lips down along the tender flesh of her neck. Kissing, tonguing, raking his teeth along her skin. She closed her eyes and begged her brain to override her heart. She couldn't allow this, this was wrong.
Just then his mouth found its way to her taut nipple. His warm mouth encircled the nub before the tip of his tongue grazed it. An uncontrolled moan escaped her mouth and she quickly buried her face into her arm, trying desperately not to submit.
"I told you I would participate doc," he told her in a voice that was almost warm. His mouth now moved to her other breast as his mouth made love to her pretty pink nipple.
Harley kept her face buried in her arm trying to ignore the throbbing she felt between her legs. It was almost painful as she felt herself swell at his touch. She felt his free hand move down her side and to her thigh. He slowly raked his nails up her delicate skin until he reached her center. It was only then that he tore himself away from her breasts.
"Well that's interesting." he said as his finger ran along slick outer crotch of her panties. She looked at him, her face even more flushed and buried her face in her arm again. He grabbed her chin to look into his eyes. "Don't do that." He told her roughly. "Never be afraid of what you really are." He ordered her.
She held his gaze as he stood up and pulled the top of his scrubs off. She marveled at his marble white skin and the muscles it covered. She had always thought of Joker as a wiry slight man only to learn that he was clearly concealing the truth. Her eyes ran down to his pants and saw the evidence of his arousal pressing hard against the fabric; so much evidence.
He knelt between her knees and bit the sensitive skin of her stomach roughly as he moved his way down. When he reached her panties he picked up the shiv once more and cut the delicate fabric away. He peeled away her panties and sighed with delight.
"It's been so long since I've had anything sweet." he said in a husky voice as his eyes roved over the slick gleaming skin of her wet and very beautifully shaved pussy. His eye looked up at her once more as if she were a surprise treat during Lent. She looked back at him with interest and anticipation.
Joker ran the tip of his tongue along the edges of her pussy lips, delighting in the sweet nectar that danced upon his tongue. He then moved his hands up her thighs and hips for a moment before bringing them back down to her thighs, spreading them, placing one on each shoulder. He looked down at her sweet center as if a connoisseur of a fine wine. He gently bit the insides of her thighs finally allowing his tongue to slide between her lips.
Harley gasped as she felt his mouth work over her skin. She found herself biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. However, as his tongue discovered her eager bud, she could no longer contain herself. She moaned deep in her throat. She couldn't believe this was happening. She may have had fleeting moments of fantasy, but nothing like this.
He looked up at her and pulled his mouth away, his chin wet with her honey. She started to whimper only to have him grin and slide two fingers into her wet pussy in response. Her nipples hardened even more as his fingers touched places she hadn't imagined before. She bit her bottom lip as his tongue moved back to work on her nub.
For what seemed like an eternity he brought her close to the edge and back again. So close yet so far, over and over again until there was a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. Something feral grew in her, animalistic and uncontrollable, as if something had been unlocked.
"Stop teasing me." she demanded of him.
He rose his head in amusement, "What do you mean?" he asked as he just barely let the tip of his tongue brush her swollen clit. She jumped.
"I want you, I've always wanted you." She paused a moment, shocked as the truth left her lips and could not be taken back.
He looked at her with curiosity "You can't handle this dollie. Let's have our fun and then…"
"I want you."
"We all want what we can't have" he grinned as he stood up and looked for his shirt. He had let this go too far. He was trying to escape; he didn't have time for this really.
"I think you want me too." she said with a shocking amount of confidence.
"What can I say, all the ladies love a sharp dressed man!" he grinned as he picked up his shirt.
"Coward."
His eyes shot back at her and part of him knew she was right. He didn't like the way she had made him feel; now or ever. There was something she stirred in him, something that he thought was lost and buried that she had somehow found.
"Coward am I?" he asked as he picked up the shiv and suddenly lunged at her, the shiv at her throat. He stared down at her angrily, his face inches from her.
She moved her face forward and kissed him with feelings and emotions she hadn't realized she had. He kissed her back with the heat dirt and grit that was his life, and she welcomed it.
He tossed the shiv to the floor and kissed her with abandon. She met his desire with enthusiasm, she used her feet to help get the pants of his scrubs off. She laughed with delight into his mouth as she noticed he didn't have any underwear on.
Before she could even comment he suddenly sunk into her to the hilt. Her head tilted back as she gasped at the sudden intrusion. He filled her so completely that she thought she would die from the joy of it. Joker let his face rest in her neck a moment as he tried to reclaim some control of his body.
Just as she sighed in delight he slowly started moving within her. She was so wet that his thick cock easily slid in and out of her tight pussy. She pulled at her restraints, wanting so desperately to run her hand through that green hair, to hold that pale face where she wanted it. He only laughed at her frustration and began to move faster. She closed her eyes and moaned as he moved.
"You didn't want to be teased anymore, did you little girl?" he whispered huskily into her ear.
"No." she sputtered out between his pointed thrusts.
"You want to be allowed your pleasure don't you?" he evilly purred.
"Yes, please!" she begged.
"Tell me you love me." he ordered.
She opened her eyes, "I love you."
"Tell me you'd die for me."
"I'd die for you" she replied and meant it.
"Tell me you'll live for me."
"I'll live…" her words were cut off as he moved his thumb down to rub her clit while he moved within her. Almost instantly his hand clamped down on her mouth as she came hard, moaning with abandoned joy.
It was one of the most delicious things he had ever seen, someone so tied and buttoned up lost in pure pleasure. The more he watched her own climax the closer he came to his own. Something raw came lose in him as he grabbed her hips and pumped into her. He wanted to own her, to make her his. Harley covered her mouth with her hand as she squealed and moaned. When she felt his hot jets of cum hit her womb she came again, her face buried in his neck as he buried his face in her shoulder as he shouted out with his own release. They both panted and eventually looked at each other. They were that gray dingy sunlight and they would escape this place.
"The guards are doing a training rotation in a month; you should wait until then to escape. It will be easier." She told him with a grin as her chest heaved.
"Well…I would hate to miss my next session, I feel so; healed.” he grinned at her and they both began to laugh.
He found the key and unlocked her hands at long last. She began to reach for his hair but decided to wait until their next session. This afternoon he had taught her how delicious delayed gratification could be.
They both hastily dressed and she helped him back into his straight jacket and handcuffs. Once he was set back to rights in the metal chair she walked to the door and opened it.
"Ok boys, his session is over. Take him back." she told them.
They looked at Joker with confusion and then at her for a moment.
"Come on boys take me away! I've been SAVED!" he laughed maniacally as they moved him back to the gurney and strapped him down to take him back to his cell.
"I think we've made some real progress Mr. J." she smiled at him.
"'Till next time doc!" he said as they started to wheel him away. She then stopped them and kissed Joker deeply.
"Until next time" she purred.
The guards were paid too well to ask any questions as they left her office. The Joker's laugh could be heard echoing down the hallways of Arkham Asylum as he was taken to his padded cell. It was only after the guards finally left him that he stopped. He simply smiled for a moment and then spit on the ground. He stared lovingly at the key that was now on the floor. Who knew therapy could be such fun?
OOC: I was unable to have this tale published due to licensing, however should anyone like to take up the role of the Joker to continue this farce, please PM me.
The last embers of sunlight pressed its way through the dirt and grime of the two tiny, steel wire enforced windows of her office. While her heart wanted that light to be warm and bright, her soul felt comfort in its dingy greyness.
She poured over her notes feeling as if there had been something she had missed, something she had not considered when it came to her patient. What had started out as a job, as a research project, had become something much more…was it a fascination, an obsession?
Something about their sessions made her feel uneasy. While she had treated many patients in Arkham, this was the one that made her question herself, her decisions, her objectives. She had been lost in thought, trying to figure out each side of the Rubix cube.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
She jumped as the three loud thwack sounded at her office door. "Dr. Quinzel, we're here with your patient. Number zero eight zero one" called the deep voice on the other side of the door.
Her blue eyes opened a bit wider for a moment and she that odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Not quite nervous, but something else.
"Just a minute!" she called to the voice.
She stood up from her desk, the old metal chair making a screeching sound against the ancient linoleum. She ran her hands over her hair and straightened her rather boring ensemble. Boring black work skirt, plain blue blouse buttoned up to her neck. She pulled her long blond hair up into a severe ponytail and straightened her glasses before walking to the door. She turned the handle and opened the dilapidated metal door to see patient 0801 strapped to a gurney.
The shock of green hair always surprised her the most. It should have been strange and foreign, but as they moved the patient from the gurney and handcuffed him to a metal chair that was attached to the floor, it seemed normal to her. His pale skin, his tattooed and scarred face. It was only after several moments that she realized he was watching her too, watching as he was placed in another immobile position.
She blushed and walked behind her desk, her clunky shoes click clopping across the floor. She sat down as the guards checked 0801's chains for security and looked satisfied that he wasn't going anywhere.
"We'll be outside the door Dr. Quinzel." the two guards told her as they took the gurney into the hall and then closed the metal door behind them with a squeaky echo of a slam.
She looked down at her patient's paperwork to find where they had left off in their last session as well as to give her cheeks time to cool. When she finally looked up she was greeted with his cold blue stare. Her head turned slightly as she saw what she thought was blue flame and she stumbled over her words for a moment.
"Welcome back Mr. uh…Mr. Joker" She smiled at him awkwardly across the desk. "In our last session, we were talking about your past, your childhood; well, we were trying to anyway." she amended. It was difficult to get anything out of the man that sat across from her.
"Well, doc, it's kind of hard to get to my warm gooey center when I'm locked in like a caged animal." he said innocently as his eye roamed over her face. Dr. Quinzel studied her patient for a moment and then closed the folder in front of her.
"I'll make a deal with you Mr. Joker. Let's call it a trust exercise." she said as she looked him over. In their previous sessions, he had been strange and fascinating, but never violent towards her. She had been striving for some kind of breakthrough trying desperately to make some kind of headway in his case. She motioned towards the beat up pleather chaise lounge she had against the wall. On the wall next to it was a security bar that her other patients were handcuffed to during their sessions. "I will try and make you more comfortable…get you out of that jacket for a bit if you agree to participate in our session today".
He looked at her as he tumbled the agreement over in his mind. After some contemplation, he finally looked back at her. "You've got a deal doc." he grinned at her.
She smiled to herself. She was finally making some headway. She reached into one of her desk drawers and retrieved a skeleton key she had been given for the patients' handcuffs. It was for emergencies only of course, but she felt the risk necessary to get that breakthrough she had so craved.
He closed his eyes as she walked towards him, breathing in the scent of her perfume, a dazed smile crossing his face. She moved behind him and unlocked the chain that had been keeping handcuffed wrists secure. She then helped him to sit on the chaise and unlocked his left hand, attaching the free cuff to the security back. She then managed to get the straightjacket off of him, all save the arm that was now handcuffed to the wall.
"There, that must feel better Mr. Joker," she said as she stood in front of the chaise with the smile of a girl scout getting her first badge.
"Indeed it does doc…indeed it does…" he smiled at her. She was so sweet, so pure…he found her naivety more charming, as opposed the usual annoyance it invoked him. "Thank you."
Before she could reply he used his free arm to wrap around her waist in one quick moment, pinning her down on the chaise. He straddled her waist as his hand quickly pressed his handcuffed hand against her mouth. Her blue eyes widened as her heart beat against her ribs.
"Now now now now now now now….DOC…" he punctuated, "I'm going to make you a deal," he began as he reached behind the couch, "I'm going to removed my hand," he said as he produced a shiv. It was little more than a spoon that had been sharpened into a knife on one side with a masking tape handle, but it scratched her throat as he ran it down her neck, "And you aren't going to scream, you aren't going to yell, holler or make any unseemly noises and in return," he said his voice suddenly dark and dangerous, "in return; I won't mar your beautiful, porcelain skin." he said as ran the edge of his shiv along her jawline.
It was only when he pulled it away that she nodded in agreement. "Are you sure?" he asked even more darkly as he ran the point of the shiv along the shell of her ear. She nodded yes again, her eyes wide as she looked back into his icy orbs in something that was neither fear or defiance. He looked down into her eyes for a dark moment.
"Good!" he responded as if they were suddenly having a day at the fair, happy and carefree as opposed to the hostage situation it was. He slowly removed his hand from her lips and was mesmerized for a moment. They were plump and rouged from the pressure he had placed on them. Her lips parted slightly, her eyes watching his every move.
He moved his hand down her side along her lab coat, letting his fingers slowly trace the outline of her body before he finally fished the key out of her lab coat pocket. He un-cuffed himself and then looped the hand cuffs through the security bar before cuffing each of Dr. Quinzel's hands. He looked down at her a moment longer, his head turning slightly as if he were a dog trying to figure out how to carry a long stick through a narrow passage.
He jumped up enthusiastically and grabbed a legal pad and pen from Dr. Quinzel's desk. He sat in the "doctor's chair" and crossed his leg towards her. Be began to click the pen over and over again. Dr. Quinzel sat upright in the chaise her legs knees hanging over the side, her hands cuffed above her head.
"So Dr………..doctor doctor doctor…"he craned his neck around looking for the name plate on her desk. "Dr. Harleen Quinzel…." He then paused and let out a small laugh and then a louder one. "Dr. Harleen…no…Harley Quinn…" he laughed with abandon.
Harley looked toward the door, wondering if the guards had heard any of this if they would be barging in at any moment. He caught her gaze and grinned again. "Don't worry my dear, they work for me. I promise we won't be disturbed." he told her in a gravelly voice.
"You, you won't get away with this Mr. Joker."
"I think you can call me just Joker now." he grinned at her.
"Joker. Mr. J," she began, unable to call him simply Joker, "there are security camera's all over this place and they're all going to see what you've done."
"Goooooood."he said in that dark strange tone that both scared and thrilled her, "I love instant replay." he grinned as he looked her over. From their brief encounter, he had felt what seemed to be a bombshell of a body hidden under drab boring clothes. Something told him she was anything but. He moved his chair closer to her until his thigh was pressed against her knees, his leg still crossed towards her.
"Now tell me, Miss. Quinn, tell me about your childhood."
"I will not submit to this." she whispered harshly at him staring at the door, believing at any moment someone would save her.
"Tell me," he interrupted, "what has happened to woman who not only frees a prisoner…but puts up no resistance as he runs his hands over her body." he asked as his eyes devoured her. He put down his pad and paper and picked up the shiv again. He ran the tip up her stomach and then began to savagely cut away her lab coat. She squeaked slightly and closed her away against the assault. When she opened her eyes again she was in her skirt and blouse.
"I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't want to die." she told him, her eyes meeting his without hesitation. He returned her gaze and laughed to himself again.
"New deal Doc."
"What do deals matter? You didn't keep up your end of our bargain." She told him as she looked away with annoyance.
"Oh no no no." he said as he grabbed her chin with his fingers and turned her face to meet his, "I told you I would participate," he paused as he let go of her chin and let his fingers trail down her neck. "And I am…" he said as his eyes moved down to her heaving chest and paused for a long moment. "You didn't specify the role." He grinned suddenly bright again. "Now, for every question I ask you, you have to tell me the truth. If you lie; you get the blade" he explained, punctuating the last word in a deeper voice. She watched him go from light to dark and back again, as if he were struggling with something, or lost in madness.
"Fine." She replied through clenched teeth.
He threw back his head in yet another laugh, clapping his hands and stomping his feet with enthusiasm. "Now doctor," He said suddenly serious, "you enjoy treating me don't you…" he grinned mischievously.
"Of course not, you're just another case." she spat, though she studied his knee rather than look him in eye.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mademoiselle Quinzel." He said as he started towards her with the shiv. She squeezed her eyes closed as he lunged at her. As she prepared to have her face sliced open, she instead heard a series of random pops. She only gasped as she opened her eyes and found her blouse buttons had been cut off leaving it opened. She looked up at him surprised only to find him facing her now, looking at her.
He slowly untucked one side of her blouse and then the other. They framed the white bra that covered her voluptuous breasts. He shook his head left and right for a moment and rocked himself for a moment. He had known it. A goddess recovered from the sands of ages.
He picked up her left foot prepared for a struggle that never came. He looked up at her curiously, studying the mixture of rage, humiliation and something else. He held her gaze as he slipped off her shoe. He then delicately ran the edge of his shiv along the nylons she wore and peeled them away. He ran his hand over her calf and put it down delicately before repeating his actions with her right leg.
Harley didn't know what to think. Screaming would do no good…she would get fired if anyone found out how this went down…whatever this was. The tapes would damn her as much as it would damn him, assuming she came out alive. She had flinched when he picked up her leg and watched every movement he made carefully. She watched his eyes, his curious touch. Her heart started to race faster with what she assumed was fear.
"Ppppplease, please don't…" she begged softly, her eyebrows knitting together in worry. He twisted his head in confusion for a moment, though his eyes moved back to her breasts.
"Please don't whaaaaat?" he asked darkly as he ran the sharp edge of his place over one of her now hardened nipples. "This?" he asked as he ran the edge of the blade the other nipple that poked through the fabric of her bra.
She closed her eyes against the sensation that bolted through her. Her face flushed as she looked away from him. She felt her stomach swirl and she couldn't look at him. He watched her carefully, the blade moving down from her breast, the cold metal moving over the bare skin of her stomach before roughly cutting down through the fabric of her skirt.
She gasped as he moved each side of her ripped skirt from her thighs, revealing her white cotton panties. He looked her over and felt for a moment that he was in a dream. He hadn't seen a woman built like this since…since…well never. He ran his eyes over her body and noticed it tremble. His eyes then moved her face.
"Please…" she said softly, his only response was a swift tug on the front of her bra with his blade, cutting it open, her breasts now laid bare.
Her breath quickened as she lay almost completely nude before him. He slowly put down his shiv and his hands went to her knees. His fingers massaged her thighs before working their way up to her hips. His body moved over her as his hands moved up her body. Her hips, her sides, the swells of her breasts. It wasn't until his hands were on her neck, his thumbs cradling her jaw that he found himself over her again. As he looked down into her face with confusion and madness, his lips slowly came down on those lips he had so admired.
Harley's felt as if an electric bolt had hit her lips and her head jerked back for a moment. His mouth only followed her own. As she tried to gasp his warm wet tongue found her own. After the briefest moment of shock, she found eyes closing, her tongue matching his rhythm.
He pulled away sharply and unexpectedly. She felt dazed, not entirely sure of what had just happened. He looked down at her with the same confusion. She tried to steady her breath and remember herself. She was a doctor. Doctor doctor doctor doctor.
"If, if you stop right now, I'll, I'll make sure no one finds out about this ok?" she reasoned, as she stared at her knees.
He responded by moving his lips down along the tender flesh of her neck. Kissing, tonguing, raking his teeth along her skin. She closed her eyes and begged her brain to override her heart. She couldn't allow this, this was wrong.
Just then his mouth found its way to her taut nipple. His warm mouth encircled the nub before the tip of his tongue grazed it. An uncontrolled moan escaped her mouth and she quickly buried her face into her arm, trying desperately not to submit.
"I told you I would participate doc," he told her in a voice that was almost warm. His mouth now moved to her other breast as his mouth made love to her pretty pink nipple.
Harley kept her face buried in her arm trying to ignore the throbbing she felt between her legs. It was almost painful as she felt herself swell at his touch. She felt his free hand move down her side and to her thigh. He slowly raked his nails up her delicate skin until he reached her center. It was only then that he tore himself away from her breasts.
"Well that's interesting." he said as his finger ran along slick outer crotch of her panties. She looked at him, her face even more flushed and buried her face in her arm again. He grabbed her chin to look into his eyes. "Don't do that." He told her roughly. "Never be afraid of what you really are." He ordered her.
She held his gaze as he stood up and pulled the top of his scrubs off. She marveled at his marble white skin and the muscles it covered. She had always thought of Joker as a wiry slight man only to learn that he was clearly concealing the truth. Her eyes ran down to his pants and saw the evidence of his arousal pressing hard against the fabric; so much evidence.
He knelt between her knees and bit the sensitive skin of her stomach roughly as he moved his way down. When he reached her panties he picked up the shiv once more and cut the delicate fabric away. He peeled away her panties and sighed with delight.
"It's been so long since I've had anything sweet." he said in a husky voice as his eyes roved over the slick gleaming skin of her wet and very beautifully shaved pussy. His eye looked up at her once more as if she were a surprise treat during Lent. She looked back at him with interest and anticipation.
Joker ran the tip of his tongue along the edges of her pussy lips, delighting in the sweet nectar that danced upon his tongue. He then moved his hands up her thighs and hips for a moment before bringing them back down to her thighs, spreading them, placing one on each shoulder. He looked down at her sweet center as if a connoisseur of a fine wine. He gently bit the insides of her thighs finally allowing his tongue to slide between her lips.
Harley gasped as she felt his mouth work over her skin. She found herself biting the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. However, as his tongue discovered her eager bud, she could no longer contain herself. She moaned deep in her throat. She couldn't believe this was happening. She may have had fleeting moments of fantasy, but nothing like this.
He looked up at her and pulled his mouth away, his chin wet with her honey. She started to whimper only to have him grin and slide two fingers into her wet pussy in response. Her nipples hardened even more as his fingers touched places she hadn't imagined before. She bit her bottom lip as his tongue moved back to work on her nub.
For what seemed like an eternity he brought her close to the edge and back again. So close yet so far, over and over again until there was a fine sheen of sweat on her skin. Something feral grew in her, animalistic and uncontrollable, as if something had been unlocked.
"Stop teasing me." she demanded of him.
He rose his head in amusement, "What do you mean?" he asked as he just barely let the tip of his tongue brush her swollen clit. She jumped.
"I want you, I've always wanted you." She paused a moment, shocked as the truth left her lips and could not be taken back.
He looked at her with curiosity "You can't handle this dollie. Let's have our fun and then…"
"I want you."
"We all want what we can't have" he grinned as he stood up and looked for his shirt. He had let this go too far. He was trying to escape; he didn't have time for this really.
"I think you want me too." she said with a shocking amount of confidence.
"What can I say, all the ladies love a sharp dressed man!" he grinned as he picked up his shirt.
"Coward."
His eyes shot back at her and part of him knew she was right. He didn't like the way she had made him feel; now or ever. There was something she stirred in him, something that he thought was lost and buried that she had somehow found.
"Coward am I?" he asked as he picked up the shiv and suddenly lunged at her, the shiv at her throat. He stared down at her angrily, his face inches from her.
She moved her face forward and kissed him with feelings and emotions she hadn't realized she had. He kissed her back with the heat dirt and grit that was his life, and she welcomed it.
He tossed the shiv to the floor and kissed her with abandon. She met his desire with enthusiasm, she used her feet to help get the pants of his scrubs off. She laughed with delight into his mouth as she noticed he didn't have any underwear on.
Before she could even comment he suddenly sunk into her to the hilt. Her head tilted back as she gasped at the sudden intrusion. He filled her so completely that she thought she would die from the joy of it. Joker let his face rest in her neck a moment as he tried to reclaim some control of his body.
Just as she sighed in delight he slowly started moving within her. She was so wet that his thick cock easily slid in and out of her tight pussy. She pulled at her restraints, wanting so desperately to run her hand through that green hair, to hold that pale face where she wanted it. He only laughed at her frustration and began to move faster. She closed her eyes and moaned as he moved.
"You didn't want to be teased anymore, did you little girl?" he whispered huskily into her ear.
"No." she sputtered out between his pointed thrusts.
"You want to be allowed your pleasure don't you?" he evilly purred.
"Yes, please!" she begged.
"Tell me you love me." he ordered.
She opened her eyes, "I love you."
"Tell me you'd die for me."
"I'd die for you" she replied and meant it.
"Tell me you'll live for me."
"I'll live…" her words were cut off as he moved his thumb down to rub her clit while he moved within her. Almost instantly his hand clamped down on her mouth as she came hard, moaning with abandoned joy.
It was one of the most delicious things he had ever seen, someone so tied and buttoned up lost in pure pleasure. The more he watched her own climax the closer he came to his own. Something raw came lose in him as he grabbed her hips and pumped into her. He wanted to own her, to make her his. Harley covered her mouth with her hand as she squealed and moaned. When she felt his hot jets of cum hit her womb she came again, her face buried in his neck as he buried his face in her shoulder as he shouted out with his own release. They both panted and eventually looked at each other. They were that gray dingy sunlight and they would escape this place.
"The guards are doing a training rotation in a month; you should wait until then to escape. It will be easier." She told him with a grin as her chest heaved.
"Well…I would hate to miss my next session, I feel so; healed.” he grinned at her and they both began to laugh.
He found the key and unlocked her hands at long last. She began to reach for his hair but decided to wait until their next session. This afternoon he had taught her how delicious delayed gratification could be.
They both hastily dressed and she helped him back into his straight jacket and handcuffs. Once he was set back to rights in the metal chair she walked to the door and opened it.
"Ok boys, his session is over. Take him back." she told them.
They looked at Joker with confusion and then at her for a moment.
"Come on boys take me away! I've been SAVED!" he laughed maniacally as they moved him back to the gurney and strapped him down to take him back to his cell.
"I think we've made some real progress Mr. J." she smiled at him.
"'Till next time doc!" he said as they started to wheel him away. She then stopped them and kissed Joker deeply.
"Until next time" she purred.
The guards were paid too well to ask any questions as they left her office. The Joker's laugh could be heard echoing down the hallways of Arkham Asylum as he was taken to his padded cell. It was only after the guards finally left him that he stopped. He simply smiled for a moment and then spit on the ground. He stared lovingly at the key that was now on the floor. Who knew therapy could be such fun?
OOC: I was unable to have this tale published due to licensing, however should anyone like to take up the role of the Joker to continue this farce, please PM me.
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