Why So Serious?

The Joker dipped his middle finger down between Harley's pussy lips, collecting some of her growing moisture and used it to lubricate her hardening clit. His other two fingers drew the hood over it back, exposing it even more as his middle one glided over it in slow circles. He was kneeding her left breast with the palm of his hand even while he continued to roll the nipple between his thumb and fore finger. He brushed his open mouth against her neck, the rough scars along his cheeks rubbing against her skin as he darted his tongue out to taste her. He whispered something, muffled against her skin as he licked and tasted her, she wasn't sure, but it sounded like "Who's your best boy now..."
 
She barely make out his muffled whisper against her neck. She was almost sure that he said, 'whos your best boy now' but it was still undecided. Harleen had always thought it was much better to go with her first thought more than anything else. After all, if you didn't trust your first judgement what was the point of thinkin right?

"M-mistah Jaaay..." Harleen whimpered, partially in answr to his possible question partially in pleasure as he played with her breast, her nipple while he fingered her clit lubing it with her own juices. She found herself losing control and started grinding against his suit.
 
The joker supported Harley against his chest as she whimpered in pleasure, rubbing herself against him. He slowly massaged her clit to the verge of orgasm while kissing her from the nape of her neck to the lobe of her ear, all the while continuing to kneed her breast and pinch her nipple. He moved his mouth to her cheek, where he kissed the heart shaped cut he had carved into her cheek. She could feel his manhood rising within his pants, pressing against the small of her back as he slid his middle finger down inside of her again.
 
Harley's body arched as her nipples were pinched and kneeded. Her moans became slightly louder but not overly so. As the joker kissed her cheek, where the heart shaped scar had been made, it stung but only slightly. However, the small kiss had managed to make Harley wince in pain.

She moaned again when she felt the jokers manhood push against the small of her back. Harley gasped slightly. What was she doing? This was a convicted criminal! Or ...at least a former convicted criminal? An escaped criminal? The point was she wasn't supposed to be doing this with him of all people...no matter how good it felt!

Finally, Harley managed to force herself to pull away. Her breathing was only slightly rapid. She had to think of some reason not to do this with him...without upsetting him.

"The..prisonahs?" She said, nodding her head to the door which led back to the factory. "Uh, don't wanna leave them waitin...right?" She forced a smile, hoping that maybe some sadistic act towards Miss Powers and the other females whom she had yet to see, only their shape would distract him for the time being.
 
The Joker leaned back agaisnt the desk behind him, his erection tenting his pants as he let out a deep sigh. "Harley... Puddin... Look at me." He growled as she stood there, with her back to him, groping for something to avoid the intimacy of the situation. "When you gonna make up your mind? When you gonna love you as much I do?" He asked as he stood, comming over to embrace her again.

*OOC: Appologies to Tori Amos, it just sounded right for the moment.
 
He thought she didn't love herself. "I..." she didn't want to say that she didn't love herself, she did after all love herself. There were times when she was waaaaaaaaay too critical of herself but she did love herself. Didn't she? Great and now she was critical of herself. She barely noticed the joker embracing her before it was too late.

"I love myself..." she muttered
 
"Oh really? I think you take what others think of you too much to heart. Think about it Puddin, all those danilions out there, hanging out to dry, every last one of them told you, you were a joke, and you know what, for the longest time, you let them be right about you... But now... Hehehe, Now they're at your mercy. I gurentee they don't think you're anything to laugh at now. Go ahead, look at them. Their lives are in the palm of your hand..." The Joker whispered, slipping an electronic remote into the palm of Harley's open hand. "Litterally. Left one will slowly drop them in, the right will release them quickly. And this button... Lets you hear them." The joker whispered as he pushed a button on the remote.

The mechanical droning of the rendering vats came through a speaker built into the wall of the office as they churned the liquid fat around. A number of the women were making muffled sounds of anger, disgust, or fear through their tight gags. Miss Powers was slowly spinning in a circle where she hung, her eyes wide with anger and fear as she turned just right to see them looking out at her from the comfort of the office. She uttered a gagged sound of hate as the Joker mockingly blew her a kiss. "Well?" He asked as he gently caressed Harley's quivering stomach.

OOC: Now would be the perfect time for the Batman to show up and save the women... ;) Mistah J and Harley would have plenty of time to sneak away while he was busy cutting twelve women down from separate vats.
 
Bruce Wayne, known to most as Batman, had been following the Joker for some time. He'd been rather annoyed at the seduction of a young intern at Arkham. It had been almost effortless on the Joker's part. The poor girl, Harleen Quinzel, hadn't stood a chance against the diabolical mastermind.

The events that had followed the blonde's springing him from Arkham had been Joker's usual madcap, overthetop theatrics. Batman had trailed them over half of Gotham city before finally catching up to them outside an old industrial facility. When he snuck in, and saw just how bad things were, his eyes had narrowed. He checked for motion detectors and other sensors, then started to free the girls one and two at a time. Getting them out wasn't going to be easy, but maybe he could create a diversion.
 
Harley had just taken the remote and gasped as the caped crusader came into the building. "It's Batman..." she whispered, obviously he hadn't noticed them. What kind of hideout was this if Batman could easily find them. Shakily she raised the remote.

"Left one...drops them in r-right?" She stammered, noting the angry fearful gaze that Miss Powers gave her.

She clicked the left button towards Julia only because the look she was giving Harley made her feel...guilty for even causing this. She closed her eyes after hitting the button.
 
"Well, I can SEE that its the batman... Come to spoil our fun no doubt. Question is... How did he find the place? Hmm, Harley?" The Joker asked grasping her by her shoulders and turning her about to face him. "You wouldn't be toying with my heart, now, would you, puddin?" He hissed as he shook her slightly, making her drop the remote, causing it to shatter against the concrete floor, triggering all the cranes to slowly decend toward the steaming, bubbling vats out on the refinery floor. The women began screaming through their gags in sheer terror as the batman was busy saving them by ones and twos at a time.

It wouldn't be long before the rodent came snooping for them... "Was it you? Did you lead him here?!" The Joker shouted, lifting a hand as if to strike Harley across the face.
 
As the remote fell, it happened to fall on the left button, dropping yet another girl in the process, no strike that...all the girls, one by one. Harley's eyes widened as she was grabbed, rather roughly. "I...wha? No! That would be p-pretty s-stupid of me, dontcha think after all.. I am a wanted girl now..." For no good reason she added silently, "W-why would I call batboy when I'm just as wanted as you are!"

She winced back as he got in position to hit her. She should have known coming here would have been a bad idea. "I-I'll get rid of him, if ya want!" She said, the clamped her hand over her mouth. What was she thinking?! Get rid of Batman? Was that even possible? Wouldn't that put her in even more trouble if she did? Crap, if the joker went all along with that.....

Crap!
 
Batman had managed to save four by the time the cranes activated. His eyes narrowed for a second, and he pulled out as many of his all-but-patented Batarangs as he could hold in each hand. He flung them out, the blades unfolding and arcing with pinpoint accuracy. Then he reached into his belt for another set. Anyone else would have sworn outright, and panicked. But The Batman was beyond panic. He was beyond any emotion but the desire for Justice.

He ran along the catwalk, glad that the Batarangs had enough added weight to drag the chains away as they hit. But he knew that wouldn't be enough for long, and he started grabbing and tying off chains until he could get down to rescue the group of kidnapped cheerleaders and women. All from Harleen Quinzel's past, Batman noted. Once he'd gotten the last chain tied off, he started to haul them up one by one. "Don't worry, ladies, I'll get you out of here. Have a little patience."
 
"Then if you didn't call him, he must have been following you!" The Joker shot back, practically tossing her aside as he frantically went and searched through the cloths he had taken off of Harley when he had put her into the costume. "Eureka!" He exclaimed as he pulled a tiny metal device that had been hidden in the collar of her shirt. "Boy, I tell ya, you can't trust anyone these days." He growled as he showed it to Harley. "That shmuck of a commissioner must have slipped this onto you, and you didn't even notice..." The Joker said, seeing that he had left her thrown in a chair.

"Well, what are you just sitting there for?! We need to escape before the bat catches us! Luckly, you have me around, puddin, and I'm a man who always has a contingency plan for these sort of things." It turned out that his contingency plan consisted of a high powered lazer pistol with which he cut an arch through the back wall of the office, leading directly outside to a waiting two man, mini chopper.

Glancing back, out onto the factory floor, the Joker saw that batman was nearly finished picking dandilions, and so he looked down at the half shattered remote control next to his foot and smiled. "This should keep him busy just long enough for us to make our escape!" He exclaimed, stomping the broken remote one more time.

That caused the chain lowering Miss Powers to speed in its decent. She began screaming "Phatman! Phatman!" as her hair got singed by the heat rising from the boiling fat mere feet below her. "Fatman? Hehehehe! Now THATS funny!" The Joker howled as he grabbed Harley by her arm and dragged her with him. She never had time to zip her costume back up, so she was half hanging out of it when he forced her into the passenger side of the chopper. "Now... How did this thing work again?" The Joker asked, pushing buttons. A missile launched, leaving the hole he'd made to escape a smoking pile of impassable rubble. "Oh yeah, now I remember. Hehehe!" And with that, the Joker lifted off and flew away with a stunned and speechless Harley by his side.
 
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As Harley was pushed aside, she winced in pain. "OW!!!" It wasn't her fault that the stupid commisioner had tracked her. How was she supposed to know?! Great, now was she supposed to check through all of her clothing. By this point, she would've glared at the joker, had she not feared for her life. The joker was not someone to be screwed with. He'd made that point quite clear.

"Well, what are you just sitting there for?! We need to escape before the bat catches us! Luckly, you have me around, puddin, and I'm a man who always has a contingency plan for these sort of things."

"A contingency...." Harley repeated, still slightly dazed by what was going on. She stood up and tried to zip up her costume but wasn't able to because after the joker had started pushing some buttons, then stepping on the remote that he'd given her, he grabbed her before she'd had a chance to zip up.

She watched in horror as Miss Julia had started to quickly pummel to the ground. Harley wasn't actually gonna drop the lady, she just wanted to scare her thats all. So to see her falling had caused her to feel even more guilty than she had before.

Finally, Harley was pushed into the car, her breathing was ragged and her breasts were nearly popping out as the joker once again started pressing random buttons.

KABOOM!!!

She watched as the missile launched. This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. Now, there was no way that she'd be able to return to Arkham, not after the batboy had seen her.

The helicopter ride was silent and Harley wasn't sure what to say. After a few moments of silence, Harley pushed her cleavage back into the suit, zipped it up, then asked, "Where are you takin me?"
 
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The Joker was laughing and he piloted the helicopter up into the air, leaving the factory far below. " Its a secret, shhh." He said as he glanced over at her, noticing she'd zipped her costume up. "Aw... And I liked those..." He commented, laughing again.
 
Harley blushed was still slightly speechless by what had happened. Obviously, he wasn't taking her home, not that she had much of a home to go to. That thought depressed her, so she merely nodded at his first comment, and as stated before, blushed at his second.

Her gaze turned back to the window and the reflection showed her depressed expression so perfectly. There goes my plans for becomin the best psychiatrist ever. No Asylum will ever look twice at me, without debatin if I should be locked up with the crazies.

Her mind was brought back to the joker flying the copter. He had been right in a way, it was a good thing she had him, at least he didn't ditch her to let Harley get caught by Batboy. "Thanks..." she said, in more reference to not leaving her alone than to his earlier statement, but because she hadn't expanded it, it sounded like she was thanking him for the compliment.
 
"Oh no, thank you!" The Joker teased with a salacious grin, taking her thanks in reguard to his sexual compliment. "Okay, I give, its not really a secret, at least not from you. I've got hundreds of secret hide outs all over the world. France, spain, austraila, g'day mate! You name it, we can go there, so what do ya say, feel like going on vacation?"
 
Harley blushed again just as she figured out what exactly he thought she was saying thank you to. "T-that wasn't what I...." her voice trailed off as she was about to correct him when he moved onto another topic. He mentioned various places where his secret hideouts were.

She bit her lip. Why was he ...telling her this? How come he didn't suspect she could easily turn against him in a split second? And the idea had crossed her mind. She could easily tell someone, maybe Batman where his hideout was and get off the hook.

After all, an accomplice wouldn't spill where his or her boss was hidin. "Australia sounds good..." she said, her mind becoming consumed with thoughts of doing exactly what she told Joker she hadn't done. Find out his hideout and then...spill.
 
"Australia it is then!" The Joker said as he banked the chopper in a hard turn. "I always wanted to meet that Steve Irwin guy, you know, to show him some real dangah!" He laughted, no realizing that the guy had since died. "Anyway, the place I got there, its a quaint little underground installation, no pun intended. I think you'll like it."
 
"Uh....yeah, I'm sure that'd be great n all but..." Harley paused, "I don't think we'd be able to see Steve Irwin. He's dead ya know." Obviously he didn't know but still it might've been better to tell him before they got there. "Do ya think the batboy will find us?" It didn't matter to Harley if he did or not, she was still partially innocent since she hadn't been the one to plummet the girls to their doom. That had been all Mistah J's doing.

Then she tilted her head curiously, "I will?" It made her sort of curious why she'd like it. As long as it had nothing to do with circus' or clowns...she was sure she'd be fine and if it were an 'underground' installation then it couldn't have anything to do with circus' or clowns. Besides, one clown was hard enough to deal with.
 
"You're joking right? The Croc Hunter died? How'd it happen? Boy, I tell ya, a guy misses everything when he visits the funny farm..." The Joker said, shaking his head.

"Let me think... 'Do I think Batsie will be able to find us in Australia...' No, no, I think we're pretty much in the clear, after all, he only likes to go down under if he's going after young men in tight spandex. Hehehehe!"

The Joker looked over the instrumentation console of the mini chopper as they reached an altitude above the clouds. "Okay, you might want to strap yourself in. If we're going to Australia, I'm going to have to switch to jet mode." The Joker said as he reached down and flipped a switch on the console. "Watch this, its neat." He added as he started making a transformer sound effect.

The chopper's short wings expanded, as the cockpit slid back making more of a stream lined nose and the chopper blades stopped moving, came together and drew in tightly against the roof. A pair of jet thrusters kicked into life and with a sudden burst of G forces, both the Joker and Harley were thrown back tightly in their seats. "Weeee!" The Joker exclaimed as they shot through the sky, leaving a trail of vapor behind them.
 
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"Uh, an alligator." Harley said softly. "Decided he wanted to play with the alligator but...well, the alligator got a bit rough in their playtime." She said, with a small smile at her attempted joke. She was sure she'd get the hang of making a joke outta everything...eventually, because apparently that was what the joker did.

Once again, she cracked a smile at his gay joke towards batman. Not even a smile really but a tiny giggle that was followed by the little smile. "Oh, I'm sure with your expertise, he'll never find us.." she said, though part of her wished the B-man would find them only because she was still uncertain of what her role in this was.

She wasn't exactly evil, so why did the joker even bother with her?

Another laugh broke free as he switched the helicopter in jet mode. It was a laugh that had surprised her most of all because, it wasn't a forced nervous laugh, like it had been quite frequently that day but a giddy, excited laugh.
 
A few hours passed as the Joker piloted them to his secret hideout, while cracking joke after joke about going down under, some more lewd than others. "Hang on, we're going down... Undah." He joked one last time as he switched from jet mode, back to chopper mode as a large section of ground opened up below them at the push of a button. "Nice right? Sorta like being a Bond Villain, only without the inevitable fate part..."
 
Finally, they arrived in Australia at Mistah J's secret hide out. It wasn't such a bad place actually, not that she thought it might've been. She made a small 'weeeeeeeee' sound as they went flying into the perimeter of the area. It seemed that already the joker was rubbing off on her. "Yeah, its pretty nice Mistah J."

Obviously, he didn't think of Batman being part of that inevitable fate part, though she couldn't really blame him because the batboy had seemed to really take awhile settin free the prisoners, he didn't even catch up to them in time before they left. What kinda super hero was that, anyways?
 
The Joker got out of the mini copper and motioned for Harley to follow him. "Come along now, I'll show you around!" The first thing they passed was a large video screen, the kind every mad man with a megalomaniacle personality always has to have. "This little beauty is how I keep tabs on Batsie and his little friends, I can patch into vertually any public camera feed anywhere in Gotham city. Shh, Batsie doesn't know..."

"Oh, and over here..." The Joker went on, showing Harley around the rest of the installation. It was everything an evil genius could want. He even had a wing full of 'recruited minions' that wore completely unnessisary clown like outfits. "I call them the circus of chaos..." The Joker Yawned, adding. "I don't use them much, cause, frankly, they're not very good, kind of a joke really."

He then led them to a large and garish bed room. "And this is... Our room..." He said as he slid up behind Harley while she took in the room. "After the day we've had, I bet you could do with a nice long nap..." He was caressing her like he had back in the office, like he was trying to turn her on, that was until she felt the sharp sting of a needle in her thigh. He had just injected something into her... He held her tightly while the drug took effect and made her drowsy. "Sleep tight, Puddin... Don't let the bed bugs bite. Hehehe!" He whispered softly in her ear before laughing as she went limp in his arms.

He proceeded to drag her to the bed, drawing back the blank as he lifted her up onto it. He covered her up before leaving the room to go make sure that Batman had not indeed tracked them here, to his secret base.
 
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