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Chapter Three

Twisted Love


Harley lay on her bed her ankles crossed as they swung back and forth
behind her, as she lay on her stomach looking at a Gun & Ammo magazine. She
turned the pages looking at all the pretty toys there were as she sucked on her
lollipop.


The Joker opened the door and came in taking off his coat and throwing it
aside, before removing his tie and doing the same. Harley grinned and sat up
quickly closing her magazine and putting it aside. �Hiya puddin�!� She
exclaimed hopping up from the bed. �I missed you!�


Without so much a word he reached out and grasped her face in his hands
kissing her viciously. He was rough, and his hands held a death grip on her
head. Harley didn�t squeak or show any sign of struggle as she kissed him back
almost as feverishly. Then he wrapped his hand around her throat and shoved her
away from him. Harley caught herself before she fell and looked at him with a
mischievous grin. Taking off his vest and gloves he threw them aside as he
started to approach her again.


Almost instantly they were locked in a rough passionate embrace, there
arms tightly around each other. They moved about slightly, trying to get the
upper hand and if possible get closer as their bodies entwined together.
Harley�s hands moved anxiously through his green matted hair as the red makeup
that outlined his face smeared across her own. After several moments of this
ferocious battle the Joker grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her back as
she fell onto the bed.


Before she had a chance to move or to try and attack him again, Joker
crawled over her and consumed her mouth once again. Harley was hardly horrified
by how rough he was, and was more enthusiastic about everything happening then
ever. She wrapped her thigh around his waist anxiously seeking out his scarred
lips to taste them again.


Then once again Joker�s hand found her neck and wrapped around her
throat again. Squeezing as they ravaged each other�s mouths. Tearing his mouth
away from hers he grabbed her jaw and pushed her head back down against the
mattress. He produced a knife and was holding the blade of it to the soft nape
of her neck pressing slightly. Harley licked her lips slightly as she looked up
at him feeling the sharp edge graze her skin.


�Are you afraid of me? Does my face sicken you? The twisted scars, the
�horrible way it looks�. Do they repulse you?� He said against her lips as
he looked down at her pressing the blade harder against her skin.


Harley grinned never once blinking or looking away from him. �Never.�
She said clutching to his shoulders trying to pull him closer so she could taste
his kiss again. Yet he was very strong and held her in place keeping the weapon
pressed firmly against the soft skin of her neck. The Joker looked into her eyes
as he began to laugh.


With a simple flick of his wrist he sliced a small cut on her neck and
then leaned down wrapping his lips around the wound and running his tongue
against the cut. Harley�s entire body began to shiver and shake beneath him as
she arched her back pushing her body against his wrapping her other thigh around
him as her hand held to the back of his head holding him close as he continued
to toy with the gash he�d made. Then his lips found hers again as he pressed
his bloodied tongue against hers. It just seemed to excite Harley that much more
as she shuttered pressing her body harder against his.


He began to laugh into her mouth as his hand still held the knife, never
letting it go. Yet Harley wasn�t afraid, instead the feel of the cold blade
against her skin seemed to excite her that much more. A second gash to her
shoulder soon followed as he anxiously moved to taste that one, their bodies
writhing together. Reaching down with his free hand he pulled her thigh harder
around him before flipping them over so that she was laying on top of him and
there mouths found each other once more.


They were strange lovers to say the least, yet incredibly passionate,
however demented it was.

Gothom�s Nightmare


As it turned out, the museum heist put the Joker back on the map as a
infamous threat to the city. New Reports issued warnings about what to do in the
event of a Joker sighting. To simply call the police and stay as far away from
him as possible. It was obvious that he was feared by everyone who remembered
his exploits before he was captured and committed.


The news casters also explained that it was believed he had a accomplice
that also dressed as a court jester, but they didn�t have any more details on
the mysterious figure that had only been sighted by an unknown source.


Bruce Wayne watched the reports in silence, a bit troubled by the
encounter he had with the Joker�s new associate. She wasn�t like the
madman�s henchmen who simply wore black clothing and clown masks. Her face,
like the Joker, was painted in white makeup, and her costume was more like his
and the Batman�s. Not to mention her physical prowess that allowed her to move
about and climb to great heights as if gravity didn�t exist for her. And her
sense of humor was as demented as the Jokers. It was disturbing to think that
there were two of them now instead of just one.


Arkem�s inmates had still not all been rounded up, and those who went
to ground would be even more difficult to catch then the ones who weren�t
clever enough to hide and simply try to run. The notorious Dr. Crane who had
become known �The Scarecrow� was among the escaped mental convicts which was
cause for extreme concern. He made his own fear toxin, which destroyed people
mentally and often led to death.


�You know the news is a great way to depress yourself.� Alfred said
as he put down Wayne�s lunch on the table next to him. �Perhaps you could
try cartoons or a talk show?� Bruce didn�t answer as he was to engulfed in
the news reports. � . . . or a televised autopsy which might be slightly more
productive then this . . .� He said under his breath.


�What?� Bruce said looking up at him. His eyes turned towards the
tray of food Alfred had brought as he pulled it closer. �Thank you Alfred.�


The old butler arched a brow at how incredibly distracted he was. �Your
still upset about that young girl, Joker�s accomplice aren�t you?�


�I wouldn�t say upset. Just a bit . . . confused about how to deal
with her when we cross paths again. I�m not exactly thrilled about the
prospect of beating on little girls.�


�She�s a criminal isn�t she? Her sex shouldn�t make a difference,
she�s just as guilty as the others that you go after. Of course not that I
ever approved your beating on anyone I suppose some deserve it more then
others.� He admitted.


Bruce half smiled at Alfred�s slight spur he included. Yet it didn�t
ease Bruce�s mind about the whole affair. �She�s just a kid Alfred. How
did she ever get herself tangled up with the Joker?� He said shaking his head.


�Well . . . we all know how girls seem to fall over for a man with a
mask, don�t we Master Wayne.� Bruce arched a brow looking up at him. Batman
did seem to be the city�s �Most eligible bachelor� somehow. When they
didn�t even know if he was truly a bachelor to begin with. �Bad boys always
seem to be the choice of younger women don�t they.�

Alfred turned and walked back into the kitchen as Bruce sighed still not
entirely certain of how to handle the whole affair.

Crime Against Nature


Harley clutched a black teddy bear that�s face had been painted much
like the Joker�s, as she sucked on her thumb in her sleep. Laying beside her
was the Joker who had also fallen asleep after their brutal sexual battle. It
was strange, as the Joker wasn�t one known to sleep. Ever. Except when he was
in Arkem and they were drugging him daily.


A small noise that anyone could really hear came from inside the far wall
causing the Joker�s eyes to pop open as he jumped up. Harley seemed quite
tuckered out and didn�t even stir. Getting up he moved closer to the wall
hearing a small scratching and squeaking inside. It could only be a mouse or
maybe even a small rat. Either way, the sound had awoken him and he was quite
irritated.


Reaching over and grabbing a knife that had been left stuck in the wood
of the dresser, he started to scratch and poke at the wall. For some strange
reason he grew more and more angry by the minute. He started to dig into the
wall with the knife before finally standing up and kicking a huge hole into it.
There, just in the corner was a small nest with a family of mice scurrying
about. Narrowing his eyes, Joker began to stab and slice at each one, his hand
moving so quickly as his wrist flicked that that small creatures had no time to
flee. He began to laugh seeing each one die and continuing until he had gotten
each and everyone.


Then he stuck the knife back into the wood of the dresser where it had
been before. Walking around the room he found a box of crackers and opened it
popping a few in his mouth as he quickly chewed each one. Then out of the corner
of his eye he saw Harley asleep in the bed. She had small gashes and cuts all
over her body that he�d made even though none were to horribly deep.


Still, she was quite beautiful. No one could deny that. The way her body
curved and moved, the sweet way she smelled, and the tantalizing way her skin
tasted against his tongue only added to the intrigue she caused causing him to
stir within. He ate a few more crackers chewing them just as quickly as before.


When she looked at him while she was awake, it seemed like she was
starring at him in awe. Not in a horrified way, or a way that one would look at
a freak in a side show, but always genuinely happy to see him, always anxious to
do what he said, keep him company or please him. No one, not since he became
deformed, ever looked at him with anything but disgust, fear, or horror . . .
when someone finally looked at him to begin with. Mostly they all tried to turn
there eyes away and not look at his grotesque scared and misshapen features. Yet
this girl, didn�t frighten at anything he did. Nothing he did repulsed her or
made her ill, and she was always eager to aid him in whatever she could. It
seemed strange to him indeed.


Looking into the box he saw that almost all the crackers were gone and he
tipped his head back pouring the crumbs into his mouth before tossing the box
over his shoulder and brushing his hands off. Walking over to the bed he sat
down and slapped Harley�s backside twice. �Hey . . . sleepy time is over.
Wakey wakey.� He said before reaching over and grabbing something on her
nightstand looking it over before tossing it away.


Harley�s eyes opened, still a little groggy. Then she reached over her
head stretching her body and arching her back as she looked up at him and
smiled. �Morning puddin�.� She said.


�Who was the man you killed Harley.� He said directly. Harley
furrowed her brows looking up at him not sure she understood. �The body you
were found dining with when you were first taken prisoner by the �good men of
Gotham� hmm?�


�Nobody.� She said sitting up looking at him, �You�ve always been
the only one for me Mr. J.� Her smile returning to her lips.


�As well I know.� He said still seeing the glistening admiration in
her eyes. �But who was he.� He asked again. �Did you know him?�


Harley cocked her head and scooted back leaning against the headboard
pulling the sheet to wrap around under her arms and hold over her chest for
modesty. �Just a guy.� She answered sheepishly. Joker arched a brow and saw
how she seemed to turn her eyes away from him. He leaned his head down closer to
her studying the look on her face, and she turned away a bit further. It was a
strange reaction he never seen her give before.


�What guy.� He said curious now more then ever. She looked at him her
eyes somewhat turned downcast.


�I was . . . . lonely and wanted to have some company. He was always
mean to me and treated me like I was stupid or something. So . . . I invited him
to dinner. I thought . . . he had a nice face. Wouldn�t it be nice to have
dinner with that face? So . . . I brought him to dinner.� In her explanation
although somewhat childish, it told him that he no doubt turned down her
invitation, and still ended up going with her anyway. Even if it was just his
lifeless body.


�So what does that make me? Another nice face to keep your company?�
He said looking at her.


She smiled a bit, �No.� Joker�s eyes turned towards her darkly,
assuming she was referring to his face not being nice. �I love you, I love
your face, your smile.� Reaching up she touched his lips gently. �Your face
is the most honest one I�ve ever seen, when you look at me . . . it�s in an
honest way.� Leaning forward she wrapped her arms around him laying her head
against his chest. �You feel so good, Mr. J. Your so much fun and you always
have great ideas that are even more fun to do.� She giggled, �Fire is so
pretty, and you make such pretty fires.�


The Joker wrapped his arms around her and petted her head as she spoke,
listening to her. She wasn�t lying to him, she wasn�t just trying to appease
him or trying to flatter him for her own safety. She was just as honest as she
accused him of being, if not more so. There was an air of innocence about her.
Even if she was a dangerous cold blooded killer, and possibly the most
aggressive lover with talents he couldn�t imagine anyone else in the world
possessed. She was relentless when they were in bed together. No matter what he
did, she was never scared of him or afraid and always returned to him for more,
whatever he had in store for her.


�I think it�s time we brought a little �fun� to Gotham. Hmmm?�
He said with a chuckle. Harley looked up at him her eyes shining brightly.
Joker�s laugh began to fill the room as he looked into her eyes. Then they
consumed each others mouths mercilessly, as he continued to chuckle and laugh
into her mouth.

Committed Crimes


It was a bright spring day as sunlight flooded every inch of the mall
with the new skylights that had been installed just a month ago. It not only
saved on the energy it took to run the mall, but managed to give a warm
comforting feeling to the patrons who visited the shops daily. It drew the
tourist crowd making it even more crowded as it was one of the largest mall�s
in the country.


Shipments came in every
Tuesday night after the mall was closed and almost every shop had trucks and
deliveries the night before. It was pure chaos with wall the delivery tucks and
semi�s that arrived. It was no wonder with all the boxes, containers, barrels
and other such objects that no one would notice a few extra.


At nightfall, the mall was closing up, and each shop drew the metal doors
down over the entrance to their stories. It was rapidly becoming quieter and
quieter until finally the doors were locked and the lights were turned out.


However, the sound of a door being shot open by a machine gun disturbed
the silence and caused the security guards to try and call for help. However it
was quickly thwarted when several men in black clothes and clown masks subdued
them leaving them unconscious where they fell. Gathering them all up in the
middle of the mall, they tied and gagged them to keep them from causing any
trouble.. Then, the assailants all spread through the mall in pairs breaking
into each of the jewelry shops, and breaking into the bank that was hidden in
the basement below.


Harley stood behind the Joker from the top level as they looked down over
the mall and seeing the destruction that spread through the building like fire.
The Joker laughed psychotically at the sight and couldn�t help but get in on
the action. Taking out his gun he began blasting away at the glass windows of
the shops shattering one right after another finding it most amusing indeed.
Harley laughed and clapped her hands at the sight.


He paused a moment and looked at a clock, as it was close to their exit
time before someone managed to report the robbery. �After this heist the real
fun begins.� He said looking at Harley in evil joy. �I never did like malls
anyway, always to crowded, to many people running about buying everything they
see.� Reaching into his pocket he took out his phone and began to punch in
codes to arm the bombs that had been set. �Time to make our exit
sweetheart.� He said with a mischievous laugh.


However as Harley started to nod a black figure dropped from the ceiling
without even the slightest warning and kicked the Joker so hard that he fell
against a glass window shattering it on impact. Harley�s eyes went wide in
horror. �Mr. J!!� She screamed seeing how he fell like a rag doll.


Her eyes turned towards his attacker as she frowned, her eyes darkening
that Joker had been attacked so brutally. �You meanie!� She shouted at him,
�Your just a . . . a big rat with wings!�


When the Batman started to walk towards the Joker, Harley instantly threw
herself into fast whip flips and then jumped up spinning around landing a hard
kick squarely in his side. It was enough to knock him back over the railing,
leaving him hanging by one hand.


Harley huffed at him slightly before turning and running to Joker helping
him to stand. The Joker shoot his head and cracked his neck as Harley quickly
brushed shattered glass off of him. �Change of plans. We�ll be leaving
now.� He indicated as both turned and started to run. Harley took out a
whistle that she carried with her and blew on it as hard as she could alerting
the rest of the gang that it was time to retreat.


The Joker managed to get ahead of Harley and slid down the railing on the
stairs to the lower level heading for the exit. But it was a short-lived escape
attempted when something came flying through the air towards the Joker. Yet
instead of hitting the Joker, it hit Harley squarely in the back of the neck
causing her to fall to the floor with a hard thump knocking her out.


Joker didn�t notice that she wasn�t with him until he got to the door
and started to go out following 15 men wearing clown masks carrying their loot
with them. He stopped and turned around seeing Harley at the other end of the
hallway lying on the floor. His eyes went wide as he to a step towards her,
starting to go back but stopped hearing the sound of heavy boots coming down the
next hall. He grit his teeth looking at Harley again, caught and forced to make
a decision. He hesitated a moment
longer, feeling a sense of anger that she�d been attacked and wanted to go
back for her, but there was no time. If he did he would be caught too. There
seemed like no other way. Turning he slammed through the door leaving the
building, and Harley behind.

Unanswered Questions


Alfred sat next to the young woman who was restrained to the bed in the
lower levels of the building. He sighed as he looked at her face, that he had
washed clean of makeup after she had been given an injection of powerful
sedative to keep her asleep.


�How is she?� A familiar voice said breaking the silence. Alfred
turned to see Bruce Wayne sitting at his computer going through file after file,
searching for answers as to who this young woman might be.


�Quite incapacitated.� Alfred answered finding it a somewhat foolish
question. �She really is quite a lovely thing when she�s not under 10 pounds
of white makeup.� He said wiping the cloth across her face. �Any luck
finding out who she is?�


�No. I assumed that she would have had some sort of picture in the
records of the city somewhere, but nothing is coming up. Simply putting in her
statistics hasn�t helped very much either. There is no record of a green eyed,
blonde girl with her height and weight in the archives. She must be from outside
the city.� He said still searching through the countless files.


�Well perhaps you can add more to your search. Maybe there are some
distinguishing features about her, or a scar perhaps that would show up in
hospital records?� Bruce shook his head and sighed.


�That�s not going to be any help. I have a feeling she never went to
a doctor.� Alfred looked at him a bit confused.


�Never went to a doctor? How could you tell that just by her eye and
hair color?� He asked. Bruce put his search on pause before he stood up and
walked over to the bed where she lay. Taking the sheet that covered her he
pulled it back revealing most of her body. She kept her bra and underwear for
modesty, but he needed her Harlequin outfit to try and cross reference it and
find out where it came from. Also he wanted to inspect her for tattoos or
anything else that could be used to identify her. When he removed the sheet,
Alfred was so startled by what he saw that he quickly popped up from the bed and
stood back starring at her in awe.


�Good God . . .� He said seeing countless cuts, gashes and other such
wounds on her body. Some where beginning to heal but others were quite fresh. He
looked at Bruce, �Did she do this to herself?� He asked in amazement.


�I doubt it.� He said reaching down and placing his hands on her
shoulder and hip turning her onto her side to show Alfred her back. There were
more cuts and wounds all over her back. �She couldn�t do these herself.�
Then he laid her back down and covered her with the sheet again.


Alfred felt his stomach turning at the mere sight of her body and the
condition it was in. The costume she wore concealed her body extremely well. You
couldn�t see anything but her face and even that was covered in makeup. �Did
you check the mental hospitals for records of a girl matching her
description?�


�Yes. And unfortunately nothing has come up. It�s like she�s never
existed.� Bruce said walking back to his computer. �I think I�m going to
have to get some answers from her if I want any at all.� He admitted.


His butler was still quite upset by the sight he�d just been witness
to. He turned and started to walk out. �Where are you going?� Bruce asked
not sure why he was leaving at this moment.


�To get the first aid kit. Those open wounds on her body need to be
seen to before they become infected.� Bruce could tell he was upset, and
honestly, Bruce couldn�t claim to be any less concerned. The few instances he
had faced her, she seemed like nothing more then a young child. But looks can be
deceiving, and he had two broken ribs to prove it.

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When Joker Met Harley

Chapter Three

Twisted Love

Gothom�s Nightmare

Crime Against Nature

Committed Crimes

Unanswered Questions