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Maniac. Murderer. Monster.
For a man with no name, he had certainly accrued quite a few of them in his short stay with the Arkham Asylum staff. He was a new inmate, she had been told, transferred to them from another facility or possibly from Hell itself. She didnt know and quite frankly didnt really care to know where he came from. What she was interested in was the story of what brought him to such a low place in his mental state of health that he literally could not even remember his own name.
Oh, but he was by no means a completely nameless entity. He had come up with his own name for himself, or perhaps it had been the name that was given to him as the only way they could describe his appearance. His hair was a wild mess - vibrantly green in color, a deep contrast to the almost white of his skin, which was covered in a wide array of tattoos of varying nature and none of them making much sense.
The only name on his files was the Joker. It was surely some cruel jest at who he was as a patient, or maybe just a reference to the playing card figure, but either way she didnt like it. Before she had even met him she made the decision to offer as much respect as she could to the man and give him a chance to feel like he was a real person about. Harleen made the decision that she wouldnt call him Joker. No, he would be Mister J, for lack of no other name in which to call him.
Doctor Quinzel? A young staff member tapped her shoulder as she read over the meager files that they had on the man, her teeth chewing gently on one of her fingernails. Hm? Oh, yes? She turned her attention to the man, confused for a second on why he was even there, What room do you want him in? Harleen looked at the rows of doors, all with small windows very high up to offer the most privacy for doctor/patient care to be done in. They could be viewed as interview rooms or interrogation cells.
Interview Room B should be available. Ill see my patient there. She said after a moment of mulling it over, as that room was one of the less decorated ones and would give her a chance to get him to concentrate on one thing and one thing only - her. Mister J was a fascinating person, not only because he was a complete mystery to her but because he was simply Insane. There seemed no rhyme or reason to his actions, no discernible connection to anything at all.
It was just madness.
And madness was her specialty. She wanted to dive into his mind and get a feel for him, to understand not just the illness but the person For the first time in a long time, she was excited by her job, so ready for the new prospect that she could barely contain herself.
But no, now was not the time to be losing herself in any means to her curiosity. Instead, she composed herself and gathered her files and empty notepads and headed to the room, taking her seat at the table. Her legs crossed beneath it neatly at the ankles and she adjusted her glasses before smiling, doing her best so that when they brought him into the room the first thing he would see is his caring, concerned Doctor Harleen Quinzel.
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He grinned as he sat in his cell, just staring at the wall. He would sit back, letting himself rest against the other wall in the small cell.
They thought they were helping "him". Pffft, they wished they were. He wasn't interested in finding his inner troubles and problems, coming to "terms" with them. He came to terms with them awhile ago and he's still the way he is. Maybe a little worse but it's sometimes hard to tell, he'd chuckle at the thought of his state of mind before he continued to stare at the wall.
Sitting in this cell just let him loose himself into his own mind more then they knew, and he loved it. His mind, was a perfect world. It consumed him, it consumed others when he allowed it to. Now a doctor would sit there and say that was very very bad but he loved it and he wasn't going to fight it either.
This place was boring him to no end, he was surround by other crazies. The type of crazy that rocked back and forth and talked to their dead mom type crazies. there was no one like him in here that he knew of and if there was he wanted to meet them. That was unlikely though, no one was like him here, they couldn't be like him.
A knock would come to the door of his cell, he rolled his eyes. His head slowly turned as a guard looked at him. "Can I help you?" The Joker would smile lightly. The guard looked annoyed, "Get up Joker, step away from the door."The Joker stood and walked toward the big steel door. "Why's that? So you can put me in a straight jacket?...Oh wait you drug me first...." After the small pause he laughed loudly. "I am forgetting the steps of your little procedures here. I think...I think I might be loosing it in here." He grin at the guards face before laughing again, harder this time. He had to find his kicks in here somehow there really was nothing else. although what he really wanted was to put a bullet threw every guards skull. Now that would make him laugh, he'd feel good about that for sure.
"Alright, alright." he turned around, slowly putting his hands on the back of his head. He could of turned around and hit the guard but he was a little curious to see where they were taking him. He felt the familiar jab in his neck and the sudden darkness that over took him.
Once he came to he was in the straight jacket...again, still sitting in his cell. Now to tell you the truth Joker really did dread being here with every ounce of his soul, he would act like he didn't mind but deep down he wanted out. He was use to so much freedom and to do as he pleased. But in here, he couldn't do any of that. He had to play by others rules and not his own, which he wasn't dealing with very well either. His was determined to get out of here because if he didn't he would surely go crazy. He didn't want to be the crazy talking to his dead mom.
It wasn't long till two guards were dragging him to his feet and then down the hall. He glanced at one of the guards; he'd kill him first.
After quite of bit of walking they would swing open a door. "New cell?" he smiled at the two of them but they didn't reply as they continued to drag him in. As he was dragged in and forced into a chair his eyes set on a very pretty blonde. Right away that sinful grin creeped up onto his face. He heard the door door shut behind him but he didn't speak. She must of been his new shrink. A shrink he certainly would enjoy.
Much better then his last one, much better. "Hi." Joker spoke slowly as he sat back, a few moments passing. Letting his eyes examine her before he spoke again. "You are very pretty." Joker watched her expression and or body movement with each word that left his lips. His foot tapped a little as he looked around the room, it was pretty blank. "Well you know my name, now what's yours?" Again his words were slow but deliberate. This was good, he had a chance to have a little fun.
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The first thing that Harleen noticed when the orderlies brought in her newest patient was that his face showed the signs of them having to drug him just to put him into a straight jacket and drag him into the room with her. The next thing that she noted was the wide array of strange tattoos - she had been warned that he had been heavy into body modification but it was now plainly evident that he was very much interested in it. Everything about his appearance had been changed from his vibrant green hair to the silver that coated his teeth.
His eyes looked her over like a hungry predator that was just ready to pounce on his prey, looking her over for weaknesses that he could easily manipulate. Shed heard the story of his other therapists and had been the one to attend to one of them in the aftermath. Mister J had a long track record of mental manipulation and physical assault.
The orderlies hesitated at the door, You sure you got this, Ms. Quinzel? One asked, glancing between the dainty blonde and her much taller counterpart. Doctor. And yes, Im fine. Please respect my patients right to privacy. I will call you when youre needed. Harleen didnt move her eyes from him, not because she was scared that he would make a move but because she didnt want to let him feel like she was afraid of him in any manner.
The door shut behind the two men with a loud finality to it, the small window giving the two of them only a view of ceiling tiles and half a panel of a light grid. From the other side, they could see most likely the tops of the twos heads and parts of the undecorated wall.
Only now that they were in private did she acknowledge that he had even spoken, adjusting her glasses again as she opened her files up to the first sheet which had his most basic information - alias, suspected age, hair color, eye color, as well as notations made by other doctors.
Mister J, you have been remanded to my care after the last incident that occurred with your previous care provider. I am Doctor Harleen Quinzel. She offered him a small smile. Harleen was doing her best to read him, watching the way that he moved slowly and deliberately and the way that he still continued to look her over. Physically, she noted that he was on the thin side with pale skin that clung tight to everything beneath from his skull to his throat, which jutted out every time his head tilted back even remotely. Even given the problems that he had, he was still a relatively handsome man. But that was the part of Harleen speaking that hadnt been on a date in over five years. She pushed the thoughts to the back of her mind.
Your files show that you have delusions, erratic behavior, and that you are a master manipulator. Can you confirm that these are true, Mister J? All business. She wanted to direct him away from the line of conversation he had wanted to start and push him back towards what she needed first and foremost. After that, she would let him talk just to see where his mind lead.
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His eyes were certainly glazed over and his senses weren't as alert as they normally were. Although the drug they gave him was wearing off and with time he wouldn't be so hazy. His eyes still scanned her over, he examined her face. She kept a blank look, it was clear she was trying to show no emotion to his words. His eyes would the observe her hair which was very blond, she had soft pale, clear skin. She had full lips....she was truly easy on the eyes.
Now Joker could care less but he let his eyes wonder farther, ignoring her words he would let himself tilt his body to the right to be able to see her legs under the table. Slowly he sat back in his normal position before letting his eyes work their way up from her chest to her neck and then her eyes. He was certainly going to enjoy having her as his doctor, she was the only attractive women in this place.
He frowned deeply, "What?" She called him Mister J, that was a bit of a new one. Although that thought and subject would soon leave his mind and he would start laughing. "Harleen Quinzel?!" He continued to laugh, leaning back he'd let his head tilt up and he'd stare at the ceiling. Before his head would roll back to look at her, "You mix it up a little and you get Harlequin, you know the clown." He'd grin broadly. "Kind of makes sense. It's actually quite comical that Harleen Quinzel got The Joker as a patient." Chewing the inside of his cheek as he watched her closely before laughing once again. "You're too cute." What he would give not to have this straight jacket on. Joker let his tongue slide over his lips slowly, although he kept his eyes on hers.
He was ready to address her next question, letting his face become serious he'd sigh. "Unfortunately yes," his shoulders relax a little but just for a brief moment. He needed to make himself seem like he was trying to open up, but he also had to give the illusion that he really wasn't interested in talking about it either. She knew a lot about him, which meant he'd have to be careful. Joker's eyes left her's and drifted to the rather blank wall, letting himself think for a moment before his head slowly turned back to her.
She would prove to be a little challenging to crack, it might actually be harder to get her to be consumed by his mind, which he could do with people who were unsuspecting but she knew many of his tricks and tactics. She was well prepared, Joker would give her that much for being as prepared for him as she was....well he guessed you'd have too given who he was, but she didn't know all his tricks. The only problem about that was he had to find the right trick that would surely work on her. He knew he wouldn't be able to figure that out with one session but he hoped to be able to find out more about her in a slow and innocent manner. He'd have to push his aggressive and horrific side away while with her, it was clear he wouldn't get very far with violence right now. The Joker would continue replying to her question. "But you know that, and I know that so it doesn't matter. Next question."
He stared her down for a moment, his mind slowly wondered back to her calling him Mister J. He wasn't completely sure about that, he was The Joker and Mister J was just....different. Though he didn't feel like saying anything about it right now, it might grow on him, he wasn't sure.
The Joker would lean forward his eyes quickly darting to look at her hands, her slender elegant hands. A grin coming to his face before looking back up at her. "Interesting." The smile stayed on his lips. "You are very interesting."
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Everything about his behavior and his mannerisms was putting the more primal part of her as a person on edge, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as he quite obviously examined her body. There was a visible shiver that ran up her spine at his laughter, which set her teeth at edge and caused the most physical of reactions she had ever experienced while treating someone. By god, he was so ill that even his laugh was infected with the madness that had wreaked havoc on his mind. It was disturbing to think of just how deep this went, just how bad off this man really was.
But no backing out now, she had already accepted him as a patient and had already met with him. If she decided not to take him on after just one session then she would be admitting defeat to him and would only give him the affirmation that he needed that he was truly a superior mind in all of Arkham. He had been seen by almost every Doctor on staff here and she was the last to be able to work with him. All of the others hadnt been able to deal with him, either turned to madness themselves or attacked physically by him in a fit of rage. That had been in his reports, but she didnt dare bring it up that she knew of his little.. Incident.
His comment on her name was enlightening on his state of mind and how he was viewing her, her brow raising just a little bit at him. Good observation, Mister J. She didnt want to encourage the behavior of letting him believe that they were associated in any way besides a doctor and a patient, but she didnt want him to feel like he couldnt speak openly either.
She wasnt missing his constant comments on her appearance and his obvious interest in her, but she couldnt let him feel encouraged to continue make remarks or feel like she was going to reciprocate them. It would be a slippery slope for her to go down if she made any sort of remark that would lead him on, and frankly she didnt need a man in her life, much less one that was already insane. She had given up looking for a romantic relationship years ago when she had let her work life became her entire life. And this would be no different.
But Mister J was different - he was the first patient to ever admit that he did indeed have problems. He was definitely going to be an interesting case for her to work with. He had already done the biggest step on his own, which was to acknowledge that he was indeed sick. She was impressed.
I can say the same about you, Mister J. She didnt even realize what she had said until it had already come out of her mouth, her brain not working fast enough to stop her lips, Next question, She cleared her throat and shuffled her papers, painfully aware that he was currently examining her hands very closely and suddenly very thankful that he was restrained in a straight jacket, What is on your mind this very moment? Tell me where your thoughts are going. She stopped shuffling, as that was an obvious sign of anxiety. Instead, she folded her hands neatly on the table in front of her, palms down on the table to show that she was calm.
But even then, she had to take a breath to steady herself and make eye contact with him again.
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Joker was liking this, it was the most excitement/fun he had in awhile. In here they'd question why he talked to himself, why wouldn't he talk to himself? He was in a place with people who were idiots beyond belief, nothing was amusing him so he had to amuse himself, he also needed to let his thoughts run out loud sometimes. Being careful of what he said of course, depending on who was listening. The fact of the matter was was that now we had someone to be amused by, find interest in, and to mess and play with. He decided that now, right then and there, that she somehow was going to be his ticket out of this place. He wasn't sure how yet but it wouldn't take very long to figure out what his plan was going to be. Well it was obvious to him that it would take a lot of manipulating, although it had to be in a way where he didn't cause her to run or go completely crazy. He truly couldn't let her slip out of his grasp like a few others had, well they rather ended up getting rather insane themselves. Or he happened to angry to the point where things didn't end well for the person at the other end of the table, that wasn't anything new though.
"Miss Quinzel or Doctor Quinzel, whichever you prefer. May I ask why you are calling me Mister J? I go by Joker you know?" This question seemed to be quite innocent but her answer would give him information that wouldn't be expected. Her answer would certainly mean a lot depending on how she put it, it would give him an insight on her, her personality.
"I'm sure you've gotten that before. Your name, the clown. It's hard not to think you weren't named that intentionally by your parents." His head tilted to the left a little, Joker then tilted his head to the right as he watched her. "You know what Harleen?" He'd let a slow pause hold on his question. "I am not stupid, I am actually far from stupid. My IQ is most likely higher than your own." He leaned himself forward, licking his lips before letting his voice raise to a yell. "Stop tiptoeing around! You're not walking on glass babe!" He kept himself leaning forward but this time his voice would lower. "Relax. Oh I get doctor and patient rules but come on, don't look so....so proper." He grinned and he couldn't help but laugh. "Oh that was funny." Joker continued to laugh for a few minutes. Once he stopped his grin was still plastered on his face, now the act was slowly rolling in. He would lean back and sigh. The grin slowly leaving his face, which was very hard since he still felt amused. "Let me apologize for my behaviour. It was....rather uncalled for." He frowned at his words for a moment.
Now when she responded to him saying she was interesting. That sinful smile appeared on his face again, the glimmer of the silver on his teeth catching the light as he watched her. The Joker would sit himself back into his seat, she was clearly nervous and stressed over the comment. It was clear in the way she was going through papers and the way she said 'next question'. Clearing his throat he'd speak calmly, "I am well aware that I am interesting, but I know you don't see yourself as interesting. When in reality, you truly are my dear." The grin had left his face now and he watched her carefully. Once she was able to collect herself he wouldn't answer he question right away. He just watched her, watched her for a very long time.
Suddenly he would speak. "What's on my mind?" He would smile a little. "Well lots of things, my mind is everywhere at once. For example, it's on you, it's on the fact that it was nice to watch a bit of normality come out of you there." Joker would then let his gaze move towards the wall. "I can't stop thinking about how my arms are getting numb, about how my neck his sore, the fact that I want to set a bullet right between the eyes of a few of the orderlies. I'm bored, I'm tired, I'm sick of this place and I am actually a little happy to have a small light at the end of the tunnel towards the days that I might continue to see you." Joker let his words set in for a moment as his as disconnected themselves from the wall and set on her. "That and it's nice to have someone to chat too, since no one really talks to me that much. Which I don't blame them, I am a damaged human being with some flawed tendencies."
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Youre a man with no name. Your fingerprints were run through the system and we had no hits. We sent off your dental records and you werent there. We even sent your pictures to GCPD and we couldnt find anything previous to your Incidents. Youre a John Doe. We dont even have anything coming up when we sent off your DNA samples. You are nowhere. According to every system that we have access to, you are no one. That in and of itself was a disturbing thought, that with a world so watched that a man this dangerous could have slipped through the cracks. If someone so far from reality as him could do it, why couldnt someone else who was criminally sane?
But you are still my patient, and I believe that the most important thing for a patient to feel in a place as dehumanizing as this is that you feel respected, if even by only one person. With no name and only an alias, Ive done what I could with what I have. I dont call my patients by their aliases, or I would be treating the President of the United States, the King of Latvia, and Penguins. Unfortunately, that was only the tip of the iceberg of the separation of reality that the vast majority of her patients had. The poor people couldnt have told her their real names if theyd tried.
But they, unlike Mister J, were much harder to get into. Once she got him talking he seemed more than eager to continue, Harleen remaining quiet as she listened to him ramble on about her name, then his IQ. She had no doubt that he was more intelligent than he looked, and there was so much more hidden under the surface if only she could crack it.
It was becoming even more apparent to her that he was working on something, once again returning to the subject of her being fascinating. He was a silver-tongued bastard, that much she could have told anyone. The flattery fell off his tongue like honey and he was gauging her reaction, that much she knew. Internally, she was divided. There was the part of her that she kept deep down that was craving the attention, enjoying the lavish compliments that he was paying her both verbally and non-verbally, but that part was still locked away and hidden from view. The larger part of her mind was fighting to stay indifferent, but she couldnt fight against the obvious physical reaction - a slight hint of blush that raced across her cheeks.
Thank you, Mister J, but were here to discuss you. It was the most polite way for her to divert the conversation again.
If his rambling told her nothing, it was that though he did seem to have large breaks in reality quite often, he was for the most part grounded. He didnt seem to have issues with identifying what was bothering him - from the physical discomfort of the straight jacket to the emotional irritation that he felt towards the orderlies. He did display aggression, though none of it directed towards her. She felt a conflict in what she should do and what she felt would be beneficial to get him to trust her at least a little bit. Harleen chewed on her lip a bit and sighed, pulling off her glasses and rubbing at her eyes. The straight jacket was for her safety, but if he was so enraptured by her as he said, then he wouldnt be so interested in harming her. The guards could pacify him easily when the time came for him to return to his cell But he was still unpredictable.
But think of what could happen if you managed to rehabilitate him. You would finally get the respect you deserve around here. Ah, the voice in her head did have a very valid point - if she could somehow have a major breakthrough with him then she would be seen as the respected psychologist that she was. She set her glasses down on the table and pushed the chair back, her mind made up.
Mister J, She made eye contact with him, her own very hard and her voice firm, Im going to compromise with you - I will remove the straight jacket but you have to promise to work with me here. If Im going to put trust in you to not repeat what happened with your other care provider, then Im going to expect you to put trust in me and work with me in your care.
Harleen hesitated, but made her way around the table, her hands trembling in just the slightest as she unfastened the back of his jacket. As the last of the fastening fell off, she stepped away from him, returning to her seat and leveling her gaze at him. Now, She put her glasses back on, brushing stray hair from her face, Lets talk about your flawed tendencies.
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"True, true. Very true." The Joker would comment lightly at her comment. There was nothing on him in any system. The system was flawed, they weren't huge flaws of course but they were tiny ones that had a detrimental impact on everything. Of course you needed to know how to find them and what they were. He nodded as she continued to speak, it was clear that she respected her patients and cared for there wellbeing. "Well a name can go with the person, you know? Like the President is the President, a Penguin is a Penguin. And I am The Joker, when you hear my name certain things come to mind. I can name all of the things that come to peoples minds, and they are probably true to my character." His voice was calm, he had to keep himself calm and he had to keep himself together. He of course would show her some of what he wanted her to see, he also needed to tie her in with his "damaged" self act at some point. "Now, Mister J makes me sound like a teacher or business executive that has a nickname because people can't pronounce his real name." Joker would smile at her a bit. "But do as you please. I don't mind."
Yes, he got a reaction out of her. She blushed. It was clear that she was trying to not react to his comments. But the blush, oh that light blush that spread across her pale cheeks. It indeed meant that his comments did effect her in someway, even though he might not be able to see it at times they still hit something and with the right hit he was able to get a physical reaction from her that she couldn't possibly hide. "You are every welcome. People need compliments sometimes, even the pretty ones." He would then sigh a little bit and give her a calm look. "I am boring, I hate talking about me. I like learning about others. Much more....interesting then myself."
The way she chewed her lip was an indication that she was in thought, pondering something. Trying to figure out whatever she was trying to figure out, in times like this he wished he had the ability to read peoples minds. That was probably the last thing anyone wanted around here.
"Yes?" Joker would question with a large smile, as she seemed to have finished her debate in her own mind. She was using a very firm voice towards him which most likely meant she was setting down some sort of rule that he may or may not listen to.
Joker nodded as she spoke and all he could do was laugh a little, "You are far different from my last 'care provider' Miss Quinzel." She was very different, much more attractive too and there was something about her, apart from the fact that he was going to use her somehow but there was something. It was this odd feeling he had when he first saw her, something that made her different.
As she stood his eyes quickly looked over her, no doubt she was pretty. She had a nice shape to her, he would admit that but he let his eyes drift from her and fix on the wall as she undid the straight jacket.
Once she sat down he stared at her, he was very still. Although he could already feel the tightness of the jacket give as he spread his arms. Taking them out of the long sleeves and throwing the thing to the ground he let a sigh to with some relief. Underneath he wore a dark blue inmate shirt, humming lightly Joker would roll his shoulders and soon crack his knuckles before running his fingers of the tattoo on his left hand which was a smile. Tapping his hand for a moment he would look up at her as he cracked his knuckles once more. "Thank you." Joker leaned forward onto the table, letting an elbow set upon it. "You must have some confidence in me then." Joker let out quietly as he looked at the straight jacket before turning his head back to her. The things he wanted to do....he couldn't.
"Flawed tendencies? Name a couple that you happen to know about me." he grinned at her a little as he glanced at the papers that sat in front of her.
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A wry smile slid onto her face and she couldnt help but shake her head and chuckle, Mister J, they are all very sick people who couldnt tell the difference between a toaster and a house cat. I hardly think you should lean on them for judgment on who they are as people. And he, certainly, was no Joker. He might have the wicked grin like the figure on the playing card but he was far too malicious for anyone to think of him as something so benign. Hell, even his laugh had given cellmates close to him nightmares awful enough that they had taken several steps back in their recovery.
She could understand his view on Mister J, but she saw it completely different still, Mister J sounds more like a real person than Joker. She told him, smirking just a bit, When I think of Joker, I think of playing cards and diamonds. Red and black. Well, at least thats what she would have thought of before their encounter. Now she thought of the tattoos that were all over him, from the most prominent Damaged across his forehead to the others that quite literally covered him.
Harleen couldnt let him keep getting to her like this, she couldnt let him get under her skin and into her head. He had already made too much headway in what he wanted from her, and she couldnt stand it. She didnt like that he had gotten a reaction from her, even the smallest of reactions, but it was one nonetheless. If she let him get to her, then he was winning.
She pushed past his next compliment and instead concentrated on his comments about her being far different from his past care provider, Good. Maybe you and I can make some actual progress.
With the straight jacket gone, she could feel her heart racing in her chest and adrenaline pumping raw through her veins with the expectation of all that he could do to her. He could very easily come across the table and attack her, or make a run for the exit to take as many of the guards out as he could. He was a dangerous man and he could get her into a lot of trouble if anyone found out that she was letting him be in here without the proper protection for her.
It was a risk she was willing to take.
Im confident that youre more interested in talking to me than anyone else. She stated simply, smiling a bit to herself in a moment of pride, because she was in all honesty probably the only one to have even gotten this far with him. Im also confident that youre going to want to keep coming back to this room to chat with me. She didnt need him to confirm that she was right, she knew. He wanted to keep coming back. He wanted her, for whatever purpose it may be.
HIs question made her finger draw circles on the top paper, not needing to flip it over to see his full psychological evaluation to know what his flawed tendencies were. I know that you play with peoples minds like a cat plays with a mouse, that you have driven multiple trained professionals insane, and have proven psychologically and sometimes physically dangerous to multiple people, She made eye contact with him, But we only know about what youve done since youve gotten here at Arkham. Ive got a feeling youve been a real bad person, Mister J.
Her eyes moved from his down to his knuckles, which hed made a spectacle of popping, her hand reaching out to touch his gently, turning his hand over slowly. Youve got a lot of tattoos, are you trying to express yourself or hide yourself?
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Joker couldn't help but smirk at her wry smile and chuckle that she gave. Letting her explain he would nod but shrug a bit. "Well yes, they are all crazies but if a penguin called himself a penguin he'd be a penguin. But you know the penguin isn't a penguin, you know that it's a a person who has lost himself. Now the different between my "alias" and the guy who thinks he's the president is I don't think I'm anyone I'm not, I am The Joker." He knew he wasn't an actual Joker at a carnival or at the castle. He knew that he was far from that, he was the type of person to give one nightmares after a couple of seconds of meeting. He didn't put smiles on peoples faces, he brought fear, worry, and pain to them which always set a smile on his own face.
She made some points for her reasons calling him Mister J, he decided that he wouldn't stop her. He didn't really have anyone calling him anything different so it was interesting to have a nickname. No one would dare give him a nickname, well to his face that is. He wasn't really a big fan of them, the last guy who gave him one got pushed off a balcony and that was a few years ago. He still couldn't get over her name though, it was actually perfect and he knew that it would still have him grinning when he went back to his cell.
Joker bit his lip firmly and smiled at her, there was a cell that was relatively close to his that the women in it thought the voices spoke back to her. Sometimes he would reply to the women when he was bored and others he'd listen to her scream as the voices didn't answer back. He was pretty sure they were going to move her soon since he was just making things worse. As she spoke about herself being confident that he would show back up, he looked at her closely before grinning. "It would be difficult not to show back up." Joker needed to keep coming to see her as much as he could, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and if she was the ticket to escaping then he wanted to do this in a timely matter, but he also couldn't rush it.
"Well they need to find someone who can deal with the mind games." Because you can't and you won't be able to. The last words were in his head as he observed her, his eyes examining her again now that his restraints were gone. He wanted to control her, he wanted to cause her physical and emotional harm. He wanted her to feel fear, he wanted her to feel hopeless, powerless. His head twisted lightly as he continued to observe. Joker wanted a toy, he wanted something to play with for a short time, he first needed to get out of here and he would certainly have fun with her in the process. "I won't be able to change." He knew it was never going to change, he was a 100% sure on that thought.
"You know, before I had to wear a straight jacket to these things there was this one psychiatrist. He was this large man, who clearly liked his sweets since the scent of chocolate or sour watermelons were always on him. You could also tell by his fingers that he had heart problems." Joker tapped his fingers on the table lightly, before letting his hand run across the smooth surface and reaching the edges. He'd press his fingers into them quite firmly, leaving slight marks on the tip of his fingers. "He was probably going to drop dead of a heart attack at some point. He also had this tendency to play with his pens, tapping them against the table. It drove me insane." He growled with annoyance at the thought of that clicking sound of the pen against the the cold metal of the table. "So I sent the damn thing right into his bloody eye. Surprising that didn't kill him instantly. A few days after that I over heard the orderlies talking about him dying in the hospital of cardiac arrest. And damn it felt good!" he grinned lightly, and leaned back. Running his hands through his green hair, he then clapped his hands together. "It was a rush, his heart was pumping so much blood through his body trying to adapt and repair the injuries that it just blew!" The thought of it made his fingers jitter ever so slightly for a second and a wide smile to appear on his face and he leaned forward tapping the table slowly. "I am a horrible person Miss Quinzel, not a bad one."
He was actually really surprised that she had touched him, it was actually a bold move. Her question made him frown a bit, "Tattoos are permanent." He would grab her wrist with his right hand, lifting it off of his left. Staring at her hand intensely his thumb ran over her wrist, before pressing it to her pulse. Joker's eyes would move to her own and would keep eye contact for a few moments "Unlike people." He set her hand on the table lightly before letting go of it. Clearing his voice to get rid of the darker tone that it had held, he smirked. "I'd say expressing myself. "
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I am the Joker.
That was a concerning thought for her as a psychiatrist, because it showed just how deep his removal from reality was. He wasnt born the Joker, but he was damn determined to die as that, a man with only an alias to be called and a history that was less than desirable. She couldnt imagine that type of freedom - to be able to do whatever you wanted and act however you wanted. He lived a life that was truly free - no name, no conscience, and certainly no concept of consequences. He was taking his time here at Arkham as if it were a lazy stroll through the park that had taken an inconvenient turn. He didnt see it as a life sentence as he had been remanded here to serve. It was just Boring.
Now that he was put into her care, he seemed to be far more interested in what was going on, as if his stroll through the park was more leisurely now that he had her at his side. Or at least, thats how she was analyzing him to see it. Harleen was coming to a conclusion that wasnt completely wrong but by no means was it right - he was a man that had spent a lot of time alone with his own thoughts and that had plagued him for far too long. He needed more than just a psychiatrist. He needed a friend.
How about this, Mister J - since Im calling you a nickname, you can call me one. She thought on that for a moment, turning over her own name in her mind. Hed been fascinated by it - Harleen Quinzel - Harlequin It came to her after a long moment, a slow smile coming onto her lips, Harlequin. Harley Quinn. She stated her train of thought out loud, You can call me Harley.
The conversation had turned towards something a bit more lighthearted, though took another turn when he talked about his previous psychiatrist. Harley had known him well - he had been a good man but in poor health. He had been not just a doctor but a husband and a father. His wife worked a dead end job to pay for her gambling debts from her youth and it took everything that he had to keep food on their table - but it had turned into an addiction for him. Putting food on their table had turned to him consuming more than he needed to the point of where it was the only comfort he had. His wife was constantly depressed and his kids had hated him since they turned towards their teen years. Harley had been counseling him in her own way when he had taken on the Joker - he didnt have a chance even if Mister J hadnt attacked him physically.
Harley was quiet for a long time while she thought over the story from his point of view, certainly a very twisted one as he seemed proud of his accomplishments. It bothered her that he took delight in the death of another person, so much so that he was even mimicking the very motion that had set him off in the first place - tap, tap, tap his fingers were playing a tune on the metal table.
What bothered her more than that was the jolt she felt when he touched her hand, static seeming to rush over her skin and make everything tingle as his thumb brushed carefully over her wrist. She should have thought things through, shouldnt have ever put her hands on him and made him believe that physical contact like this was something that she was okay with. Her breath was catching in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as his thumb pressed down lightly over one of her veins. Even she could feel the gentle bump bump bump against the pad of his finger, telling a tale of excitement and She didnt even dare admit to herself the other sensations in her body.
It had admittedly been a long time since shed felt even a slightly intimate touch of a man, and there was something about the way that he stared at her that told her volumes about what had been going through his mind. Her eyes were locked on him as he set her hand back down, her throat finally letting her breath go, her body aching for the oxygen shed been deprived of. Her hand pulled back from him slowly, very deliberately bringing it back close to her, though she could feel where hed touched, as if his hands still lingered.
His tattoos were an expression of his state of mind, and she was in the study of his mind
Well, then, She couldnt help but wet her lips with her tongue a bit, honestly a bit nervous, Why dont you show me your other tattoos, Mister J? Id like to see how you Expressed yourself. God, that had come out more sexual than she had intended, but words couldnt be taken back once they were spoken.
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descent into madness
The more she talked about her name and making a nickname the more he grinned, she was giving herself a nickname in order for him to feel like he had a friend or wasn't alone or whatever she was trying to do. This was a good thing, an advantage even though she might not see it that way. He was going to try and use this, the name would be a piece to the puzzle, a very important piece. He would make her see that she was more like him then not.
When he had first arrived here he was actually pretty pissed off, the rage that was going on was so bad that he was heavily sedated for...for awhile. He couldn't remember how long. He never knew the time in his cell either, he could here the clock ticking in the hall but he couldn't see it. That's what first set him off in here to harm one of the orderlies, bashed their head into the wall. He got a good two three bashes in until he was pulled off of the mans limp body. He really had no intentions on killing that orderly, but in that moment all he could hear was that ticking and the small whisper of voices that were over crowding his thoughts. He needed to hurt or do something to someone in order for them to stop.
More then once he has laid in his cell "dead", wouldn't respond to the orderlies until they came in. He had injured four so far and killed two, he was still counting how many he could harm by just pulling that trick. Although Joker was aware of the fact that after awhile he had to keep his eyes open and then they'd all rush in, he loved the look of horror in their eyes when they found his pulse. It was alway so delightful to watch them scurry and run. It was refreshing actually to be close to people who were afraid. To smell their fear. Some people would tell you that you can't smell fear but to Joker you could, and it was refreshing.
"Harley Quinn. Well that's your new name then Miss Harley Quinn." He smiled a bit with delight. Joker would let out a long laugh as he thought more about her new name, or nickname as she would put it but to him it was now her name.
Her pulse, it was fast. She was either excited or nervous, or a little of both. Either way it got his brain rolling. He wasn't one to constantly think of these things, they actually got in the way of him being able to harm someone. It clouded his judgement and caused him to pick a different side other then his mind. He always picked his minds side there was no question. He trusted his crazy, deranged, and damaged mind to the T, it could never wrong him. But there was something about the feel of her soft skin and the increase in her heartbeat. He wanted her, he wanted her in more ways then one. Joker was often so busy loving and finding a rush with harming those around him he had forgotten that he also felt desire. There were very few feelings that he felt but that was one of them. Desire to kill, the desire to have power, the desire for sex. But the last desire was a rare thing of him to think about, he didn't have time for it really and most women just annoyed him.
Joker sighed as he rid his brain of such thoughts because they were overriding what he truly needed to focus on. He would continue to stare at her intensely, "I have no interest in really harming you Harley. I hope you know that. It's hard to take my word I know, but....trust me. There's much better things to do to you then harming." His voice low and his eyes dug into like they were searching for something. Although the intense look and tone would soon go away, his darker mood immediately changing as she spoke. Joker grinned at her comment about how he expresses himself. "I bet you would." This was more of a a low chuckle and Joker glanced at her. She still kept her hand rather close to her body. She was still aware of his touch that only occurred a few moments ago and he hoped that it stayed apparent for the rest of the day. He hoped it sat at the back of her mind and ate at her like mad. Joker stood from the chair. Staring down at her for a few moments, before grinning at her. "You're too cute."
Quickly he would take the blue inmate shirt and pull in over his head, setting it on the side of the table neatly. Joker was quite toned, now that was because there wasn't much to do in his cell but do push-up and crunches. The smile that was on his left hand covered most of it, there was that and on his knuckles were card suits. On a bit of his wrist and most of his forearm he had large jagged letters that said "HAHAHA" over and over again. On his bicep he had a symbol of a bat with a knife going through the centre of it. From there to his neck he had "All In", a bunch of cards together, the Ace was the first. Down from that there was more of the odd "HAHAHA's" on his chest, just more of them than on his arm. On the other side of his chest was the dead jester, down from that on his upper abdomen was "Joker" in big bold letters. "This is so I don't forget my name." Joker spoke with a dead serious face but then grinned, that's not what the tattoo meant but she would rattle her brain trying to figure what half of them did mean. Lower to the "Joker" tattoo was a large smile, a little different from the ones on his fore-arm and hand. This one looked like it was done in pencil, less colourful. The next one was a dead robin with an arrow through it's chest on his bicep. Sighing Joker would look down at his tattoos. "Well that's about it." Joker would laugh after a quick second, "Oops I forgot." Turning around so she could see his back, he would laugh again. "This one is my favourite.", Joker moved his hand to pat the side of his back that had a large tattoo on it. In big bold letters was "God's Only Child.". On the left hand side of the back of his shoulder was another Jester, this one more manic with a creepy grin, also holding a hammer.
Turning back around he'd sit down and leaned forward onto the table,
"Dig into my brain yet?" he grinned at her for a moment before tapping his knuckle on the table. "Some have meaning, they aren't all just crazy moments from my mind. Some, if you think hard enough that is, you could probably figure out yourself." Continuing to tap his knuckle on the metal table lightly he watched her for a moment, "I doubt you have tattoos Harley. You're too...." he trailed off with a large smile. "But I could be wrong." His knuckle would stop the tapping as it hit the shirt, he touched the shirt lightly his fingers trailing over it carefully before he stopped and leaned back. Stretching himself to the left, showing the prominent muscle and ribcage only for a quick second and then he would lean forward.
Joker sat there very still before standing up quickly, "Well," He pulled on the blue inmate shirt and walked over to the straight jacket. "I think that's enough for today, I got you a little to flustered. You need some time to think. That and I'm done for today."
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descent into madness
Whether he realized it or not, there was a physical change that came over his face when she came to the conclusion on her nickname - Harley Quinn was a much more interesting person to him already than Dr. Harleen Quinzel had ever been. It seemed to stroke his ego a bit that she respected his opinion enough to offer up a nickname (or change her name, as that was how he viewed). In her eyes, she had made a move towards getting him to see things from a good view - a view that they were on a level playing field.
You see, her goal in all of this was to bring him down from the pedestal that he had set himself upon. The Joker saw himself as above the law and above the consequences of his actions and that wouldnt do good for someone who had such a serious break in reality. She needed to work him down slowly to an understanding that he, just like everyone else, was just a person. The first step had been to humanize him the best that she could - calling him by a name instead of an alias - and now she was putting herself on the same level as him by renaming herself to something that he would find interesting.
Unfortunately, she couldnt see how much this was detrimental rather than helping. She wasnt putting him on the same level as her, she was giving him a feeling of a relationship that was far more personal than just the ordinary doctor and patient back and forth that she was to expect out of him. Well, that she was to want out of him. She expected nothing because he was a wild card - completely unpredictable in what he was planning and someone whom had surprised the staff on more than one occasion.
As much as she liked to think that she was making slow but steady progress with him, she was too busy looking at the forest to see the trees. He was working her every bit as she thought she was working him. He had gotten her to change her name and had gotten a rise out of her, one that he noticed from just a few fingers on her wrist. Whether Harley wanted to admit it or not, he was quite severely under her skin and not in the way that any psychiatrist wanted to admit.
There's much better things to do to you than harming.
And oh, her mind went to all of the places that it didnt ordinarily dare to go. She could quite easily imagine his hands - the very ones that had killed multiple orderlies and a doctor like herself - wrapping around her neck and making her pulse race against his palm. She could all too easily imagine the warmth of him coming closer to her as he closed the space between them. She couldnt even begin to fathom what she thought he would kiss like - would he be romantic or would it be so filled with desire that it was borderline violent?
Stop. The voice in her head slammed shut the door that she was opening, because that was a dangerous path to walk down and even more dangerous notions to entertain. God, she was letting someone get under her skin simply because he was a handsome-looking man that was expressing interest in her. She knew that she was lonely, but how lonely could she possibly be? This man was a psychotic murderer for fucks sake. She had seen the bodies. She tried to ground herself by thinking of just that - the body bags as they had wheeled the already dead orderlies out of Arkham.
If nothing else, that brought her at least somewhat down to reality. She couldnt let her mind go floating off like that again, that was dangerous territory, a place that she could get lost and be consumed, as so many other people had been before.
I know you wont hurt me, Mister J. She said after a moment, not sure of how much time had passed between his assurance and her acceptance, but she knew it was true. He wouldnt hurt her, he would just find ways to get her to hurt herself. He was far too smooth to be the one to get his hands dirty when he could easily manipulate someone else into doing it for him.
And she knew that he had seen through her, but he still did as she asked after a moment. There was some documentation on file about his tattoos, but the documents were extremely detailed as to just what they all were and how much of a disarray they were. Her eyes moved over his skin slowly, from the manic laughter that covered his chest and arms to the smile that hung just at the hem of his pants. He was so thoroughly covered with them that it was quite easy to see that he expressed himself quite a bit through the body art.
Few of the tattoos made much sense, but it was all a piece of the puzzle that was Mister Js inner mind. The art, much like his own thoughts, was scattered all over him and there was no clear connection other than one overarching theme - the Joker. She was starting to understand why he had people call him that, as it was quite clear that it wasnt just an alias to him. He really and truly had forgotten the person he was before he descended into madness and let it consume him so completely.
She made her mind turn away from just that tattoos and made note of his physical form - he was thin almost to the point of it being painfully obvious that Arkham wasnt feeding him well but muscles were still quite apparent beneath the skin. His torso was void of any and all body hair that may have grown there and his skin was so paper pale that she was almost positive that she could see the networks of veins that lay just beneath it.
The part of her mind that she had shoved back into its cage was lifting its head again and appreciating just as much as the greater part of her was analyzing. She couldnt stop it from making fantasies - ones that were all too real. Because what was a very real thing for her was the undeniable physical attraction that she felt towards him, whether she liked it or not. Her body wanted him, wanted him in ways that her mind wouldnt acknowledge Yet.
In her minds eye she could see herself reaching out and touching him, following down the laughter and towards the smile, letting her fingers ride over the ridges of his ribs and towards his stomach. She could imagine closing the space between them and feeling his body - warm and taut with muscle - against her own and imagined the feeling of his heart strong and steady thumping against his thin chest. But even in her mind he wasnt by any means peaceful - as it was just as easy for her to imagine his hand snaking around her throat as he pinned her to the table, his body thin but strong enough to restrain her there. Harley forced her mind away from it just as the fantasy-Jokers lips were on hers, hard and needy as he constricted her breath and pressed their hips together.
I need to put an end to this, she thought, but it was already too late. She had passed the point of no return long ago and even if she wanted to turn back, she was far too entranced by him to even admit that she had fucked up horrendously by taking him on as a patient.
Very enlightening, She commented once she realized she had been ogling him silently, the blush having returned to her cheeks and her eyes failing to meet his in embarrassment. She was a grown woman, for gods sake, she didnt need to be eyeballing him like she was some young, horny schoolgirl. But how far from that truth was that, actually? She was a grown woman but she was still young and though she wasnt a school girl she had to admit that her fantasy had pushed her to match the description of horny quite well.
Harley was embarrassed, not because she was a human that was subject to every human emotion as everyone else, but because she had let it show to him and that was a dangerous power to let rest in his hands.
Flustered? Harley did her best to brush it off, fixing her glasses though they didnt need to be fixed and brushing her hair back into place, Far from it, Mister J. She did her best to avoid eye contact as he slid his shirt back on, moving towards the straight jacket. He did seem to remember the rules, at least, that he was required to be restrained if he was being moved from room to room.
Youre welcome to return to your cell. She said, I have to update your files to reflect what Ive learned in our Visit. Yes, paperwork. If nothing else she wanted the privacy of her office so that she could get her thoughts unscrambled and try to find some sort of way back to thinking straight. I can call the orderlies to come get you.
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descent into madness
She seemed to be having some kind of inner battle, she seemed slightly distracted in the eyes and a very slight frown came over her face a couple times. He just watched though, he didn't say anything just observed her. He knew whatever was going through her mind had to do with him. He had gotten in there somehow and he was going to keep it like that. He stared at her hard and soon he could only grin, he knew that look in her eyes. It kept coming and going, the blush that was appearing made it more clear for him. It was want, it was the same look he got when he wanted something, she was feeling some sort of desire towards him. He was sure it wasn't a desire to "help" him, it seemed a little more hungrier then that.
Although he slid right backing into his seat, staring at her with a wide playful grin. His fingers ran of his knuckles, he tilted his head. He needed to confirm what he thought. "The definition of flustered; embarrassed, agitated, or just confused." Joker leaned back into his seat, letting his eyes float up to the ceiling. Looking at the tiles closely until his eyes slowly floated back down to look at her. "It's hard to concentrate when you're flustered it's a distracting state of mind." It was obvious that he was eating at her brain somehow. "Or you're all hot and bothered, or both." He set his elbows on the table and looked at his hands for a long moment. Focusing on some of the scars and tattoos, he stayed quiet to let his words roll in her mind. Joker then put his hands down and observed her once again.
He wanted to hit a few spots, he didn't really care about patient and doctor. He wanted to drive his point home, he wanted to confirm it for himself without her even telling him and he wanted her to confirm it for her own self. "No don't call them just yet." he mumbled quietly as he let his icy eyes roam over her again. She sat with her back straight and proper she looked neat tidy but he knew on the inside she certainly wasn't. He let himself lean over once again to look under the table at her legs. They were still neatly crossed crossed as well, he stayed there for a couple seconds before sitting himself in the chair normally.
Joker was well aware that he sat on a pedestal, a pedestal of gold and diamonds that no one was going to knock him off of. Some tried but in the end it really just ended badly for them. He knew he was smarter, he was richer, he was powerful and that's how he liked it. Joker liked destroying things and people, it was the only thing that kept him truly sane as morbid as it sounded. Causing havoc kept the voices away, it kept little things from bothering him. Although in here he has snapped a lot, more then he could count. The whole thought of not being able to do as he pleased, to go to the club, to shoot a gun, to torture someone, he couldn't do any of that. Not in here, he of course could do somethings. He has tortured people mentally and has harmed some physically and it kept things steady for awhile but at the end of the day he was always shoved back into that cell and there was nothing to stop his brain from running like mad.
"So I am just going to go on a theory here, ok? It doesn't really mean anything." Joker smiled a little at her as he again started tapping the metal table with his knuckles, he only did it for a couple seconds until stopping and speaking. "Lets say someone is hot and bothered, so that means that this someone probably isn't married or in any type of relationship...that they are committed to that is. Now if this someone was in a relationship than it has to be a shitty one. Because if this person is getting all flustered, hot and bothered, and having sexual thoughts, then they have to have a shitty relationship or not one at all. That's if these things are happening to someone other than their significant other." He said with a light shrug and looked over to the small barred window for a moment. "And how do you help this person? Because it's clear that they are having some sort of struggle am I right? Maybe advice? Maybe more then advice? But you have to keep your boundaries because who knows what could go down. So I think advice might be helpful." If anyone were to listen it would most likely sound like an imaginary friend he was speaking of, it was a test though. Some of his points weren't even suspicions that he had, he was just hitting random balls and hoping they hit a home run. He needed to see her reaction, in her eyes, her body movement, anything. He needed to confirm what he already knew. "You know what Harley, I think that the best thing for this someone to do is go and give themselves some time. You know, some time to think and some time to let go and relax because if they are in a shitty relationship that isn't leaving this person satisfied then it needs to be fixed." It didn't even sound like he was directing it towards her, but he knew she'd know.
Giving her a small grin, Joker stood and walked towards the large door. "Think about, what would you do? I'll see you tomorrow." He gave a couple of loud pounds on the door with his fist before dropping the straight jacket in front of it and turning around with his hands on the back of his head. There was a short pause as the door open. The orderlies clearly confused on how he got the straight jacket off but it wasn't long until that familiar jab was in his neck and he was out.
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descent into madness
Some time during their interaction the psychiatrist had become the patient and Harley didnt like the change in roles in the least bit because of the fact that he was doing a much better job of breaking her mind apart than she ever had a chance of breaking his. He had seen through her best attempts at keeping her poker face and she couldnt do anything to prevent it. He was talking, almost like he was talking about someone else rather than talking about her, but she knew. There was no mistaking it.
There was not even anything that she could say to defend herself, because how could she explain away all of the coincidences that were absolutely true? Her mind was too scrambled to even think straight with all that it was trying to process, from her battling internal selves to body sending mixed signals of sexual desire and fear. He was hitting too close to the truth for her to feel comfortable, and it was a relief when the orderlies finally came for him.
Harley maintained her composure until the orderlies had him tranquilized and the door closed behind them. Now that she was in the room by herself it was easier to think, but the air still felt thick and her brain was hard to unscramble. She sighed and leaned forward, letting her forehead hit the table with a soft thunk. Her eyes closed as she did her best to get her composure before she left the room, not quite getting her thoughts back but she was... Better.
If nothing else, she looked professional when she left the room, the files gathered in her arms and held against her chest like a sort of shield against conversation. She made only one stop at the main nurses desk to have them clear her schedule before she retreated to the privacy of her office with its locked door.
She flipped through his files to the latest page that had been left blank for her own thoughts to be written down, her pen tapping at the paper as she thought over all that they had been over during their time together. For the most part he had been very in the moment but there had been points when he had been lost in memories, fond to him but nightmares for anyone that was of clear mind.
Harley sighed, her notes coming towards the end of their encounter, playing it over her mind. Even more than she pictured his body, from the way hed arched his side over to expose more of himself to the way hed moved - slow and deliberate - she could picture his eyes, which were penetrating even when he wasnt looking at her directly, something about them so knowing. He bothered her, not because he was insane but because he was dangerously intelligent.
His files didnt need to have the interaction about what was said when she was examining his tattoos, that would reflect that she was making poor decisions and could get her pulled from being his psychiatrist. Though Arkham was corrupt, they had learned the lesson of being careful and playing it safe when it came to the Joker. He was one of their most important and most dangerous patients. And even though she knew that she was already starting to be under his control, she didnt want to be taken from his case.
She was questioning her own motives now, her thoughts on how she had approached the situation when she first arrived and towards the end of the meeting. She had gone from being concerned about getting into his head and proving herself to be a good psychiatrist to being directed by her own selfish desires for him. If she continued down this path, what would come of it? Would she one day cross the line that had she had been toeing on just their first visit? It could be so easy for her to just give in to what she was feeling, to let him direct her and let him show her all the fun things they could do together
No. She was losing herself to the other half of her mind that was much easier to influence, the part of her that wanted so badly to let go and live as free as he did. That part - the true Harley - didnt want to think of consequences. She wanted to act and truly live her life to the fullest. Up until now she had been doing everything according to a schedule - school, work, pitiful attempts at dating. It was all according to what she had been told she needed to do. But what about what she wanted? She wanted
The Joker.
Both parts of her mind came reluctantly to that conclusion, not just because her thoughts were still lingering on his words but because even her minds eye was undressing him and because for the first time ever she was put in a peculiar situation - he hadnt even come close to putting his hands on her, hadnt even thought of foreplay, but she was wet. And that fact was something that was hard to deal with. She couldnt concentrate, not on her work at least, and that was another first for her. Harley hadnt ever left work early before, and there was a definite walk of shame feel to her leaving, but there was no point sitting in her office staring at the files that would only keep her thoughts circling around the man that had started the problem.
In comparison to Arkham, her home was her sanctuary - a small one-bedroom apartment that was in a quiet neighborhood in Gotham and was mostly devoid of crime. The inside was decorated almost like her office, with minimal things and subtle neutral colors throughout the house. But tonight her sanctuary was not as calming as it normally was, because even with the physical distance put between them, the mans voice was still lingering in her mind.
It's hard to concentrate when you're flustered it's a distracting state of mind.
A distracting state of mind was all too correct - she couldnt have concentrated on anything if shed tried because her body was aching and her thoughts kept moving back to the same thing. She felt like she was on autopilot, going through the motions of a normal night as she fought to try and find a way back to feeling normal and ignore the fact that she was dying for release.
She lasted until she laid down for the night before the ache of want between her thighs turned towards the sharp pains of desire becoming need. There was no excitement as she slid a hand sheepishly into her panties, nothing but raw lust as she slid her fingers into herself, muffling her soft sounds of pleasure with a pillow. Her body reacted with zeal, her hips pushing of their own accord into her own hand, her thumb working to slowly rub her clit as she worked her own fingers in and out of herself.
For someone that didnt masturbate often, she found that her body responded to it with eagerness, her orgasm coming all too soon, perhaps because she knew her body better than anyone else, or perhaps because she had forced herself to wait for so long. In the end, she didnt feel the normal satisfaction of having satisfied herself, instead feeling a bit of shame because in the end shed been reduced to a gasping, writhing, self-fucking pile of a woman that had cum all because of a man with no name.
She couldnt even look herself in the mirror the next morning as she got ready for work, picking out an outfit that was neutral colors - white shirt, grey cardigan, and grey pencil skirt - all in the sake of appearing like she was unbothered by the previous night. She had even gone to the precaution of taking a cold shower in the morning, washing away the feeling of her shame and clearing her mind of everything from the previous day.
She was considerably better as she got to Arkham, resolute in remaining strong against him and his silver tongue today, her hair even pulled back into a bun so that she couldnt use her nervous habits to give herself away. Even then, she had to take a few moments sitting in her office by herself before heading to one of the Interview Rooms, If my patient is awake, Im ready to see him. She kept her voice cool as she spoke, heading back to the dreaded room where she had lost a bit of her pride and learned a bit of herself.
Round two of the battle of minds - and this time she hoped to win.
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Joker woke up back in his cell, he laid on the ground for quite sometime before sitting himself up with a large grin. He had her in all the right places, he of course would let her think that she had the advantage at some point but only so she wouldn't drift away. He couldn't have her dropping his case, he needed her. Although he found it a little interesting that a women like her wasn't out and about with friends, or with a boyfriend. She seemed to be more of an introvert, she rather stay home and read then party with a couple of friends. That or she was the type of "proper" girl that didn't step over any lines. Either way there certainly was a part of her begging to let go and be a wild card.
He sat on the bunk that was in his room and stared at the wall that was full of charcoal markings, mostly just large "HAHAHAHA." all over it. He probably sat like that for hours until one of the orderlies came to the door. Opening the small hatch she would slide in a plate of food. Joker would grimace, before standing up with a large smile towards the young women through the thick glass. "Here's your pills and meal." He would look down at the tray of food. A glob of something brown sat in the corner and something like jello on the other, with a piece of bread to the side. Taking the bread off he would walk towards the toilet and flush it. "Really?" Joker could hear the women sigh, he put the tray back by the hatch before taking the pills. "Open." He rolled his eyes with annoyance as he opened his mouth. "Good." Once he stepped away she opened the hatch and took the tray and the cup that held the pills. Once she left he growl lightly before dislodging the pills that were lodged on the side of his gums and under his tongue, he'd spit them into the toilet and flush them as well.
He had no time to be tripped out on their stupid medication, if he could he would drown some of these orderlies in pills. Have them so disoriented that they could barely move or think their own thoughts. Taking a bite of the piece of bread he laid himself on the bed. Joker's mind drifted back to this doctor of his, he had heard her name around a few times. Mostly the male orderlies talking about her, some of them had pretty detailed thoughts on what they thought about her. He knew one that was quite smitten with her, he didn't say her name that often but Joker knew who he was talking about now that he met Miss Harley Quinn. Joker sat up as he ate the last of the bed. "Pill Guy." he said lightly. It was the man who sorted and gave out the pills every Monday, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. The other alternate days were usually that women, she would tell him the days of the week if he asked, that was one of the only reasons he wasn't so aggressive towards her. Then there was the orderlies who enjoyed drugging him each time they came into his cell. They just talked about her, her body. Meanwhile Pill Guy did the same thing but he seemed like he wanted to date her. Joker bit his lip, he doubt that Miss Quinn had any interest but in the events that he did ask her out and she said yes, than that could be a problem for him.
"Eh, I'll have to kill him." he told himself with a shrug, he would try and kill the other two orderlies for could measures. Or just seriously injure them. Groaning he would look at the wall again as the crazy lady a few doors down started talking to herself again. Calling for the voice to respond back, which was normally his but tonight he had no interest. Laying back down he would smile a little as she started to scream hysterically after he didn't respond. Although it soon stopped, the orderlies probably sedated her. He'd close his eyes but a grin still appeared on his face as he hoped that someone was taking his advice.
Once morning rolled around he sat against the wall, that tick of the clock was driving him nuts. Those voices were slowly rolling into his thoughts once again, then the drop of water from the sink happened every forty-three seconds; that was also causing him to flinch. As someone knocked on the door he snapped, "What!" his hands ran over his face and through his hair. He stood up and turned around, rolling his neck he would set his hands on the back of his head. The minute the door open he waited for a quick second before turning his body to face whoever it was. The fear in the eyes of this orderlies was great, this one was young and lanky. He must of recently started here because he looked like he was ready to shit himself, that and Joker didn't recognize him. Joker grabbed him by the neck, the syringe that was in Lanky Orderlies hand was soon let go of and dropped to the floor. Joker was quick to step on it, crushing it with his right foot as he held the orderlies with his left hand. The orderly fell to the ground and the other one that was there was quick to try and get Joker off of the other as he squeezed at his throat harder. The boys face went red and soon a shade of blue, but what pissed Joker off the most was when the bigger orderly stepped in. Joker was pulled off of the boy roughly by two stronger guys. It wasn't long until he was given another syringe to knock him out.
He laughed as they walked to the interview room, these two guys taking him were much bigger. They also looked pissed, "You know if you got rid of that clock this wouldn't happen." He looked at the both of them, his straight jacket was uncomfortably tight, he knew they did it on purpose. They swung open the door and shoved him into the chair. "Tell him sorry, thought he was one of you." He laughed hard until the door slammed shut. Joker soon stopped and looked at her, he took the time to observe what she was wearing. Scanning her from top to bottom, leaning over to look under the table. He looked at her neatly crossed legs before sitting himself up straight. He let his eyes run up her chest, neck and soon her face one last time before he met her eyes with a grin. "Well I pissed them off this morning." Joker motioned with his head towards the door, "But that goddamn clock..." he hissed this last part as just the thought was enough to tip him over the edge. "I could of killed him, it could of been worse but it wasn't so I don't see why they are so mad." Joker had a feeling that the next few weeks were going to be rough between him and the orderlies.
Although from here on out he was going to make it seem that these sessions were doing some good fro him so the outburst were going to have to be contained. Which would prove to be quite difficult, he took a breath. "It's hard to fight it you know. The urges."
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Something had gone wrong, horribly wrong, and she could sense it. Not because she had any special sixth sense that told her all of the whereabouts of the Joker and how he was doing, but because they had taken well over the usual time it took for the orderlies to fetch a patient and get them ready for an interview with their psychiatrist. No, something was terribly wrong.
Her suspicions were right, she could tell, when the orderlies brought him in, almost literally dragging him with how unnecessarily rough they were being with her patient. Her brows pulled down in the center with concern and irritation - no, anger. This was righteous anger that she was feeling at the unjust treatment of someone who was mentally ill. He couldnt be blamed for his actions if he couldnt control them any more than he could control the voices in his own mind that urged him to lash out at others.
His laughter was still frightening enough that it sent shivers down her spine, goosebumps rising on her skin in reaction to her shiver. She adjusted her cardigan and pulled it more snugly around her, as if the shiver had been nothing more than just a chill and she wanted to warm herself up. Good morning, Mister J, She started, acting as if he hadnt been ranting about the clock and once again bringing up the subject of urges.
He was trying to steer the conversation towards the little easter eggs he had planted in her mind the previous day that had hatched later and left her feeling dirty as she never had before. Yes, you would know all about urges, She commented wryly, keeping her hands on the table and her eyes examined her fingernails. They were rounded and neat, unpainted and only a clear coat of gloss to make them shine.
She shifted a bit in her seat before continuing, I wonder if I can trust you because of your outburst this morning. That was a setback in what I had thought was progress, Mister J. She said, the disappointment showing in her voice and her eyes still failing to meet his because she couldnt bring herself to do it just yet. Instead, she looked out the small window at the ceiling grids and the small piece of light grid that she could see. It was all she could do to keep her mind off what had happened last night.
I know that you would like to have your jacket removed. What reason do you have that would make me feel I can trust you without it?
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Joker just watched her closely as she said good morning, his morning was far from a good one, well to him it wasn't that bad but the guy he choked was having a bad one. For him it was a, ok morning. A good morning would be him not here in this fucking place. Although her next comment peaked his interest and brought a slow smile to his face, he was really going to play with her today. She wouldn't make eye contact and he could only imagine why, she wasn't ready to for some reason. She was too busy trying to distract herself with her fingernails than look at him. That didn't stop Joker from staring her down, she'd have to make eye contact at some point and he was going to be staring at her like this when she did.
"Well I was talking about the voices and how I have to urge to kill but since we seem to be on that topic of urges I would be happy to chat." Joker couldn't help but poke, it was something he did naturally but she made it all too easy to get under her skin. "I do know quite a bit about urges actually. I know my own and I know others. Body language goes a long way." He leaned back in the straight jacket but it got a little tighter as he did so he decided to just sit straight for now. The only thing he couldn't get over was that she was avoiding eye contact, something must have ran through her mind with great detail. Joker wasn't sure if he was completely right, maybe she rethought all this and now saw him for the true crazed killer that he was and now was trying to keep her distance. He'd have to keep watching and keep working her over.
As she mentioned his out burst he could only give a small chuckle and shake his head. "Well I have no interest in choking you....unless you're into that sort of thing. If so I am sure we can figure something out." He gave a small laugh once again. "You don't have to take it off I'm fine with that, we will just have a very quick session then, because I'm not staying in this very long." Joker was curious to see how that would go down, he wanted to know if she would take him out of the straight jacket to keep him longer or if she would try and act like she didn't care. He knew she cared about it, he knew she wanted to "fix" him and doing that or seemingly doing that to someone like him made you look quite good among your colleagues. He'd act like it wouldn't bother him if he was to leave right now but hidden he would be pissed, he wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. Joker was well aware that he couldn't rush things, he had to go at a steady pace because if he didn't he would end up loosing this and would need another way out.
But it was time, he had to get the ball rolling on some more "personal" things, he needed to share some past events. He needed to do this to get in her head a little bit more. "I'm not going to lie, I have thought about quite a few things last night. Not only did I reflect on my childhood which is very foggy I might add, but I also thought a lot about you." He said this very casually, watching her for a moment before glancing at the window. "Well enough about me, how was your night?" His imagination could only run at that little thought, he observing her outfit once again and he'd smile at her. "You are very pretty today, the bun in your hair makes you look more....serious." Joker planned on touching on a few subjects today, he had to touch on a few of his own to make it seem his target wasn't getting her wrapped around his finger. Joker was a master at observation, it was easier to figure people out if you understood their habits and actions. Easier to use them, control them the way he wanted. Joker wouldn't lie, he was dangerous and insane. He liked it that way though, he liked the person who he had become. It was a much better carefree life without all the stress of rules and being like everyone else.
Joker stayed quiet and still for a lone time, he really couldn't do much moving with the jacket but he managed to adjust how he sat a bit. He watched her for a little while longer before clearing his throat. He wanted out of the jacket, he needed to be out of the jacket. "So Miss Harley Quinn, may you please let me out of this jacket. And I promise to behave myself here and after our session."
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Oh but of course the devil on her shoulder would have plenty to say about urges, his mind already skipping towards the subject that she had worked so hard to keep her mind off of. Of course he would know all about urges and how they effected a person, he was the king of causing urges in her and he was becoming even more so aware of it as the minutes were passing, because even though she truly was trying, she was failing horribly at hiding the fact that she was shaken by him, deeper than she had ever been before.
But even with his comment she still couldnt bring herself to make eye contact with him, choosing instead to look at everything but him. She examined the jacket, noticing the way that it pulled against him. The orderlies had pulled it far too tight and she could easily see that it was most likely causing physical discomfort for him, as it would anyone with nerve endings. It wasnt until she had made that observation that she realized her avoidance of looking him in the eye was every bit as guilty as admitting that she was shaken by him.
Harley steeled herself and finally met his gaze, only to find that his eyes were not merely locked upon her but staring intently. He was eating this up, treating her shame like a delicacy. And, of course, he continued to needle. He knew what he was doing when he mentioned choking, her fantasies flashing for merely a second instead of being followed through in her mind and played out until the end as she had let them do.
Her hand closed slowly and she clenched it for a second before releasing, making herself concentrate instead on that rather than the delight that would be of relinquishing control of one of her most basic needs to him She chose instead of acknowledging his comment, she would let it breeze past as if he hadnt said it and as if she hadnt spent her night desperately wishing that her sexual needs were being fulfilled by something other than herself.
He finally brought up a subject that was okay enough that she trusted herself to answer, though she wouldnt answer even remotely close to the truth. My night? She shifted her seat and played with the hem of her sleeve on her cardigan, I spent my night thinking of you fucking me into an oblivion of pleasure and desire. Her mind thought wryly, but instead she forced herself to smirk a bit and drop her eye contact, I met a gentleman last night. She said, as if admitting something secret.
But lets not focus on my life and what I do when Im not here. This is about you. She said, but she wanted to see how that little comment would go over with him. He had shown that he had at least an interest in her on the physical level, but she wondered just how deep that went. It was often a side effect of insanity for one to develop obsessions, and obsessions over people could be dangerous.
At least, thats what she told herself she was looking for.
There was one thing that she was absolutely certain of - he was not going to harm her on this visit. He had made it quite clear that he would harm orderlies and other doctors but that she was a special case. There was something about her that fascinated him, and she intended on finding out what it was so that she could possibly use it to her advantage to help him cope with the urges when dealing with other people.
Alright, Mister J. She agreed, but her voice sounded reluctant, sliding from her chair and keeping distance even as she walked around to behind him. Her fingers moved over the restraints that tied him into the jacket, leaning forward as she took hold of them so that her mouth was by his ear, Remember Mister J, She untied the restrain, You promised to behaved here and afterwards. Harley let the restraints fall loose so that he could finish releasing himself as she returned to her place, a careful distance from him.
She steepled her hands on the table as she crossed her legs again, a catty smile on her lips. Now, tell me about what you thought about last night.
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It took awhile but she did finally look at him, but she wasn't looking at him more looking at the straight jacket he had on. He was well aware what no eye contact meant, she didn't trust herself to make eye contact in the case she might show some sort of emotion in them. She didn't want him to see that he did have himself planted in there somehow and it certainly was bothering her. When she did make eye contact he didn't react, he just watched her closely. Taking in her reaction, the move of her lips, the look in her eyes, he took it in carefully. Slowly but surely figuring her out, calculating her and making sure he had her where he wanted to have he, for now. Although his eyes were quick to move down to her hands that sat neatly on the table, watching it close slowly into a fist before she released it after a moment.
He continued to watch her hands as she spoke, she was playing with the ends of her sleeve. Joker let his eyes meet her's once again. A huge smirk grew on his lips and soon a loud haunting laugh came out. "Oh I am sure that's why we have been avoiding eye contact for the past ten minutes because of your boyfriend." He laughed again, he wasn't stupid. He doubted she would share something like that with him. She avoided her personal life when talking to him, she wouldn't talk about her family or bring up a man she had met. If she had really met a man she would of just said she went out or had a nice dinner and the conversation would end there. It would be a stupid move, it would put her and this gentlemen in danger. Now there was room for it to be possible and he certainly wasn't throwing that comment off the table. Did it bother him? Slightly, but it didn't enrage him, she was a piece to the puzzle that he intended to use and discard no matter what happened in her outside life. A boyfriend would just make it harder, it would just make Joker try harder. "Well I hope this gentlemen fulfilled all your exception and needs, just like gentlemen should but you and I both know that not all gentlemen are real. So I hope it works out for you and him." He smirked, for extra measures he was going to have to somehow get his hands on the Pill Guy. "Insane, not stupid." Now that comment he mumbled to himself as he looked to the window.
As she stood he let himself look over her in the grey pencil skirt, she had a nice curve to her. He grinned to himself as he looked forward, he defiantly preferred the pencil skirts. "I'll try and keep it for sure." Once the restraints were taken off he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and dropped the jacket on the ground. Once she sat he stood, stretching himself for a brief second before he walked over to the barred window, he tapped it lightly but enough for it to make a noise. Turning around Joker walked towards his seat, his strides steady and smooth. Once he was seated he looked at her, "Well once I threw out all that junk they call dinner down the toilet I decided to just lay down. Like I said I thought of a number of things."
He spoke carefully, setting his hand on the table he pressed his palms into it and leaning back into the chair. "A memory of myself as a child." he looked at his hands, turning them over he ran his fingers of his wrist and arm. "I remember walking in the snow, I was probably only about eight years old. There was this old creepy house down the street that I had lived on, I was curious. So I decided to check it out." He hand continued to graze over his inner forearm. His gaze drifting to the window. "There was this window looking down into the basement." He grinned a little and shook his head. "There was a piano inside, a very old one. I wanted to get a better look so I ended up putting my hands on the glass and leaning down to take a peak. The glass cracked and my right hand fell through." He leaned forward and took her wrist carefully, his finger grazing a straight line up her inner forearm, from her wrist to the mids of her arm. Letting go of her arm he laid his forearm out. "Imagine, hurt like a bitch." He grinned once again as he looked at the scars. "The snow soaked in red, I panicked and I cried like a little girl no lie, the whole run home I gathered myself up not to cry. I even had left my hat and my gloves there along with my backpack. When I got home was father was pissed, so off to the hospital we go, I had to get stitches. Come home and then I got the shit kicked out of me for being stupid. He was so angry. I had gotten blood all over the carpet and in his truck. I didn't get dinner that night. Next day I went to school and had to explain to my teacher that I cut myself and his my face of the wood of the window."
He leaned himself back, staring at the table for awhile. Watching the slight dust move across it ever so slowly. "By dad liked his boozes but he wasn't a stupid drunk. He was the type of drunk to beat you with a phone book so it didn't leave any marks. Although sometimes he found himself so angry that he just went to hitting and kicking." Joker laughed for a moment, "I literally slept in the dog house as a kid, if I was lucky the dog was out there to keep me warm." Was it real? What he was talking about. He wouldn't tell you even if he knew or not. Joker didn't like sob stories at all and he hated telling them but he needed to bring some up and tell her, it was just a step forward. "I got my ass kicked at school too, I was the boy who sat in the back of class, clumsy, shy, chubby and then I got really lanky which didn't help. Got beat up at school to come home and have my dad beat me for being beaten. Told me to stand up for myself you know, so I did. I was seven and one of the nine year olds were bugging me so one morning I bunched the kid in the face. He broke my nose after that and gave me a black eye. That day my dad was called and when we got home he broke my ribs." Joker smirked a little, "He wasn't all that bad. He loved taking me to the Fair and the clowns always made him laugh." He soon let himself look at her and he would cross his arms. Watching her for a long moment.
He leaned forward and sighed a little as he looked at her, now the whole troubled look he held was certainly an act. Trying to make her think that these things did bother him. But the Joker probably never looked so troubled "I didn't tell the others that because I didn't want too, so don't blow this for yourself."
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He was still watching her like a hawk and monitoring her every twitch and tick, and she was becoming steadily more aware of it. There was nothing like making her skin crawl with imaginary bugs. What made the situation even worse was his laugh, a haunting thing that threatened her spine to shiver again. She fought it, but now had just a sliver of an idea of what those around him must feel when they were stuck with him throughout the night. No wonder the patients around him were getting worse instead of better.
Would you like to speculate on what you think my night was like, then? She challenged, rising to the taunt to try and show that she wasnt avoiding his eye contact for the very reason he was most likely suspecting. No, she couldnt keep showing her weakness to him so obviously, instead she would have to pull herself together and learn to really act like she hadnt touched herself last night.
She didnt really want to hear what he thought that she was doing because she had a feeling he would hit it all too close to home, but she couldnt back down so easy. He was getting too far and she was letting too much happen, letting him get to her. It had to stop. She had to draw the line, even if she had already gone too far.
And though she had come to expect some of his behavior, she didnt expect the story that he was going to share. She was quiet while he spoke, but she watched the way he moved and how his fingers trailed over his own forearm, tickling the skin there slowly and just barely touching his flesh. Her eyes watched his shoulders and the way he held himself, then searched his face for what she felt like would be telltale signs of him lying to her.
With him it was hard to tell the truth from lies because his view on reality was so distorted. He hadnt necessarily lied to her before, but he did have a way of manipulating that was impressive. She waited until he finished speaking completely before leaned forward, reaching out to grasp his right wrist gently. Her fingers moved slowly along the lines of his scars, trailing over the tender skin before sliding all the way back up towards the tips of his fingers.
There were scars to verify his back story, and they werent something that rubbed off as some had tried to pull before with chalk, but there were still so many questions that she had about it. She couldnt push him too far to talk about his past or she feared he would shut the door she had opened, but this really was some progress that she had never once expected.
Her hand finally released his wrist, pulling back slowly. Thank you for sharing your memory, Mister J. She murmured, shifting and recrossing her legs beneath the table as she leaned back in her chair. Did you have breaks in your perception of reality as a child? She asked, tilting her head in an almost curious fashion.
The room was getting too warm for her to use the excuse of wearing a cardigan, her arms slipping out of it and hanging it neatly over the back of her chair. The shirt beneath showed to be sleveless, almost in the fashion of a wifebeater but with a higher neckline. Her mind turned to another subject, while it was on her mind still, You mentioned you threw out your dinner because it was Unsavory. What do they feed you? She wasnt responsible of the meal planning for the patients, merely assessing, prescriptions, and therapy.
Harley was working over an idea in her mind of getting more in his good graces by making his stay at Arkham more comfortable - she could offer him a hot, delicious meal every night in exchange for him actually taking his medication and working with her in therapy towards becoming a less violent and more well-rounded individual. That was the idea, at least.
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Joker shook his head a little, she was challenging him but he was confident that he knew what went down at her house last night. He let his eyes look at her hands once again and he looked back up to her eyes. "Well you and I both know a man didn't do anything for you last night and you certainly didn't meet one." He tapped the table lightly, playing a melody very gently with his fingers before stopping. "I'm insane Harley, not stupid. There are some things if I asked right now about last night, you wouldn't be able to answer. So lets not catch you continuing to lie to me."
"Why lie and hide the fact that you were most likely doing something very....intimate. Now if you want to tell me that was with a man then so be it but you and I both know that your thoughts were elsewhere." Joker was surprisingly calm, sitting back he sighed and soon smiled. Silence crept over the room for a few minutes as he watched her and then glanced at her hands again. He was busy thinking about her actions on challenging him, it was bold but he wasn't going to loose her with such a twist. She was pretty good at keeping it together, he would give her that but if you looked hard enough you could always see. Joker was very still as she touched his arm, looking to see if there was a scar to prove it and there was but again, even if you asked he wouldn't say if his stories were real or not. He wouldn't even say it to himself.
Her next question made him lean forward so he was a bit closer. "Well I don't really have breaks of reality now." He stated firmly with a more of a mocking tone and a grin on his lips. "And no I was a sane child, I liked to play outside, I liked my dog, I loved summer months. Normal kid." His fingers ran over the shirt he wore as he stretched with a groan and soon cracked his knuckles. "I didn't have many friends, but I had the piano in my father office, the dog to play with, and the telly. I think that's what made him so angry, me being a loner, an outcast. That and my mother leaving us was a rather big piss off for him."
"I have no idea, it's hard to tell somedays. I think they purposely do it I don't really care since the bread isn't all that bad but I'm loosing more weight then actually gaining it. Which sucks because I had a great body." he laughed a little as he said the last part with a playful little tone hidden in his voice. When he got out of here he was going to lock the bloody cook in a cell wit zero fingers on his hands and leave him their to rot with the rats. It made him angry just thinking about it. Joker was curious why she cared so much about what he ate, he guessed his health but she wasn't the cook so meals didn't concern her. "Why?"
"You know, I also touched a rather dusty topic in my brain last night." He made himself have this troubled concerned look on his face. Frowning ever so slightly as he made himself look deep in thought for a quick second. "I have always had the urge to Kill and wreak havoc you know," He looked at her for a moment and then glanced at her cardigan that she took off only moments ago. "that has been on my mind for....well I don't know. For quite sometime now." Joker soon let himself meet her eyes and he let his face stay totally emotionless. "And in all these years of enjoying that I haven't actually had the time to sit back and look at my own needs. SEX! I Totally forgot about a basic human need. SEX!" He hit the table with his hand and brought it up to rub his chin for a brief moment as he thought. "Oh god....when was....yeah, anyway it's been awhile. I just can't believe someone could forget about that you know, but then I remember that I am homicidal, psychopathic, ruthless, sadistic, maniacal, manipulative, intelligent and diabolical killer and criminal. It makes sense, to have all those things in one person and forget basic things like love, happiness, and even sex." He tapped his fingers on the table for awhile. "It doesn't bother me but it is surprising and probably interesting for someone like yourself who studies a crazies."
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Harley found herself getting genuinely irritated at the fact that he was able to read her so well, so much so that the insane thought entered her head that he was possibly having someone watch her when she was at home. She found it harder and harder to believe that she was doing him any good, but there was still a hope at the end of the tunnel for her. She had gotten him to open up about his childhood, something that none of the other doctors had ever done. But he was also able to see into her and get more than just a physical reaction out of her. How many nights would she be satisfied just to go home and take care of herself? How long would that last before she gave in to her own urges and acted just as impulsively as he did?
Her arms crossed over her chest, a defensive move on its own but one she couldnt help. Very funny, Mister J. She licked her lips and met his eyes, because she was determined to make sure he knew that he wouldnt get under her skin anymore, and possibly convince him that she hadnt done precisely what they both knew that she had done, I said I met a gentleman. Youre the one who is talking about urges and intimacy. Is there something more youd like to talk about, hmm? Her voice was almost teasing, and she was almost not lying.
There technically had been a gentleman to show up on her doorstep but he was hairy, had four legs, and was only interested in the food she had been cooking. But still, it was close enough she didnt feel bad about stretching the truth.
It was easier to talk about his past than to talk about her own, as she was feeling the same shame that she had felt just moments after she finished. That feeling normally didnt linger like this, but there was a certain disappointment of not being completely satisfied, of wanting More. She pushed that even worse thought back into the box it had attempted to crawl out of and concentrated on his words. There were several things that he brought up numerous times - a lot of it was a heavy concentration on pianos and talks of his fathers vicious behavior.
The piano was an interesting thing for him to fixate so fully on, perhaps because she never would have pegged him to be musical in any sense of the word, but also because it was something that required a lot of time and patience to learn. He seemed far too much of an impulsive person to sit down and learn to play.
She had caught his interest at the mention of food, her lips pulling into a frown as he talked about his diet. Thats not good, Mister J. She stated the fact, Ill arrange it for you to have better meals, even if I have to bring it myself. Part of it was that she didnt want her patient wasting away, but another part was Honestly, most likely the piece of her that felt something towards him. She didnt know what, but something. She didnt want to dwell on it and he didnt give her time to.
Sex. She could feel her skin crawl when he mentioned it and she wished dearly that she hadnt abandoned her cardigan. She would have much preferred to have boiled alive than have him see the goosebumps on her arms at him yelling. He spooked her a bit, enough that her guard was broken and he had her full attention, but not enough to evoke fear - true fear - into her heart. He would have to work harder than that, as she had worked with many other psychopaths before him.
Somehow she knew it would eventually come to this, it had always been moving towards this as inevitably as the sun would rise. Sex. It was the one thing that the both of them had had on their minds the previous night, though perhaps for different reasons. She had been envisioning what sex would be like with him, passionate, hard, and most likely every bit as dangerous as it was to be in the room with him.
No wonder your mind is in the gutter this morning then, Mister J. She said, using that as if it explained away why he thought that she was touching herself the previous night. Harley fought against her mind thinking about what he could possibly have had on his mind, as that was something that was scary. He was a wild card and she didnt want to think of what kinky, dirty, and delicious things were going on in his mind.
Even without the exact fantasies going through her mind she could feel a certain excitement stirring inside of her, a hard knot of nerves in the pit of her belly and a tingling urge that demanded to be satisfied between her legs. Her crossed legs pressed tighter, forcing her legs to be a little straighter as she shifted her position. Okay, Mister J, lets talk about this then. She said, every intention of acting the part of psychiatrist but all actuality possibly leaning towards her urges taking her somewhere else, Why, after all this time, was sex on your mind? Are you starting to have Urges?
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Joker didn't feel the need to reply, he just held a knowing little grin on his lips as he played with a long piece of blue thread that had come of his sweat pants. Twirling it around his fingers until there was no more to twirl and then he would start back up again. "I am not going to argue with you, I know that you were pressing that button on that elevator and riding it up and down." A comment that might sound a little crazy but he knew what he was talking about. He was going to leave it at that though, he knew she wasn't going to admit such actions that she might of preformed last night and he didn't really care. He knew, he knew because she gave more information by hiding it then she did actually showing it.
"I will not burden you with such a task Miss Quinn." He planned to have himself out of here soon anyway, so he could live a couple more weeks without some decent food. He wouldn't not eat good food if it came to him, he would never admit it but he did get hunger pains one and awhile. He was managing to keep them at bay but hunger just made him more likely to snap on someone. He would probably do that a lot less if he had better food and that clock was gone.
"My mind doesn't ever leave the gutter." That was true, the gutter didn't just hold nasty, dark, and perverted thoughts but it also held evil, sick and twisted things in it too. Everyone ended up in the gutter at some point. No matter what it was, some people just seemed to stay there a lot longer then others.
He could tell that the topic made her uncomfortable in some way and he only got that by the slight goosebumps that he could barely see and the shift in the way she sat. She made her back straighter and she seemed to be at attention far more then before.
The smile returned to his lips and he leaned forward. "Lets." he wanted to watch her every expression as he talked, he was going to pull some dark, twisty, hot thoughts out from the gutter and he was going to catch something as he did it. He wanted to watch her shiver or twitch...anything to know that he had her hooked somehow. The true reason to her question happened a few weeks ago. He had been sitting against the wall in his cell only to here one of the patients screaming as they dragged him down the hall that he was aloud to feel desire and think of sex. At first Joker was rather disgusted and didn't want to think about what had been going on in that patients cell in order for them to step in. Although afterwards Joker realized that there was something he hadn't had in awhile and the thought of it was on and off but when he met Harley Quinn and figured out her weakness he couldn't help but have the thought slowly appear in his mind again.
"Well, It went in steps. It first started with me thinking about the urge to kill, the desire for it, then my mind went to my thing for causing emotional pain in others, and so on and finally it just....poof! Just came to me one night and it just got me thinking on what I was missing or have been missing." He was going to enjoy every bit of this conversation with her even tough he was probably going to do most of the talking. "You could say urges, I try and steer clear of those kind right now, in here isn't the best place to have them but to hide them in your mind isn't a crime."
He continued to play with the blue thread, focusing on it for awhile before his eyes met hers. "I thought what will it be like. After so long I could only imagine. First I got to find someone to put up with me but that's the easy part I guess." He commented with a light shrug, flicking the blue thread to the floor Joker sat his elbows on the table ad rested his head on his hands for a second. "I need the taste of a women, I need to have absolute control over her, her attention has to be on me and only me. I want to take her over the edge but that's something you don't just give to them though. You make it slow, steady, you take it away, you give it to them when you're ready. Because when I allow whoever I am sleeping with to orgasm, it isn't just an orgasm that makes them moan and cry out but it makes them shake, vibrate, scream." Joker made sure his gaze was easy but also intense. "I can be gentle I think but I don't want to be. There's much more pleasure in being rough with the other person, holding them down, tying their hands. There's so much pleasure in being dirty." He would laugh a little. "And to say I don't miss that would be a lie, although I can push it back to the corner of my thoughts as easily as I brought it up."
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His next comment sealed it for her that he absolutely knew what she had done the previous night, whether by the way she moved or some divine inspiration telling him, he knew for a fact of what had transpired in the privacy of her bedroom. And now she knew that there was no further point in attempting to lie or even deny what had happened, because both of them knew it and he seemed Smug. He knew that he had been the cause of it, after all he was the one that was talking about urges and had spent his night dreaming about sex. He knew that he had caused her mind to walk a path that had long since been dusty.
He knew that he had taken possession of her at least in one manner of the word, her mind unable to stop thinking about him and the way that his body had moved. Even covered in nonsensical tattoos, he had a delightful physique that was still covered in muscles despite his poor diet and the confinement to an area where he wasnt permitted to have proper workout equipment.
The proper diet would have to change, whether he agreed to it or not, she decided. It wouldnt be so hard for her to get back into Arkham though she wasnt supposed to be on the property after nightfall for security reasons. The only staff allowed during those times were the orderlies that cared for them at night and the security guards that prowled the hallways looking to play cop should the situation arise.
She had gotten him talking even more by opening the door to sexual discussion, though she couldnt say that she was happy about it. His eyes were concentrated on a blue thread that hung off his shirt for the most part, working on it as he weaved his words through her mind. And oh, the things that he was talking about made her feel even more so uncomfortable. Harley wasnt uncomfortable with discussing sex - it came up often when talking with her patients - but to talk about it with him was a completely different experience.
His words dangled from his lips and hung heavy in the air for her, and she was suddenly hyper aware of everything. The soft ache between her legs was becoming steadily more uncomfortable as he painted a portrait in her mind of all the delightful and horrifying fun that they could have together. Her eyes maintained eye contact with him even though it was a fight to do so and she was suddenly very aware that her breathing had become more rapid, the pictures in her mind of how his hands would feel as he grasped her, touched her, teased her into a slow but all-consuming orgasm.
He was right - there wasso much pleasurein being dirty - and her mind was absolutely filthy with all of the dirty things they could do together. She knew that it wouldnt be unusual for a doctor to lock the doors when having an interview with their patient - Doctor Crane did it all the time - but she had never requested such privacy before in her career.
You have a dirty mind, Mister J.Her voice was heavy, her eyes still on him but she dared not move just yet because she couldnt trust her own body to keep her hands to herself. She uncrossed her arms and made herself set her hands on the table, leaning forward towards him,I think that these thoughts crossing your mind are happening for a reason,She said, her voice low as if she were telling him a delicious secret,I dont think that youre bringing these thoughts and urges up by chance Am I right, Mister J?
She couldnt fight herself but so much, finding herself leaning even further on the table so that she was almost close enough she could have kissed him. Her eyes were on his still, gaze steady as she whispered,Im not stupid either, yknow. I know why you want to lead the conversation to talking about urges.She smirked just a bit,Do you want to talk about that... Mistah J?
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He grinned a bit, his mind was full or things that would be considered inappropriate and horrible. His words made her mind run, it was what he wanted. He needed her to be so entranced by him, that she would do anything for him. Although they weren't there just yet, they were closer but they weren't to the point where he could ask for a gun and for her to open the doors of the Asylum to allow him to get out.... It would come with time. To his surprise they were moving a lot faster then he actually thought, which was wonderful but it showed how damaged she actually was. This damaged part of her that wanted to be wild and crazy was interesting, he wanted to know why.
"I wouldn't say your own mind is much better." He watched her slowly shift and lean forward, her voice was low, very alluring. His eyes danced over her face, slowly examining her lips as the moved. She was in his trap, he had her where he wanted her. He needed her at this point to get her to the next, he needed her to be able to perform anything. He would start with little things and they would grow bigger with each day. He would first start with food requests, slowly asking for something like a cookie, sweets etc. until he could go bigger. He needed to get in her head though, he needed to figure her out, her past, her present, he needed to know all of it. It was an obsession he wouldn't lie. He was obsessed with controlling her physically and mentally to the extreme, to make her do whatever he asked. The obsession wouldn't stop until he finally was able to get her to that state of mind.
"I am bringing them up because you asked, I figured with what you do you'd want to hear my deepest thoughts." Joker's voice was in a low murmur, his eyes still on lips as she spoke. His fingers tapped the table before he clasped his hands together lightly, squeezing his closed fist tightly with the other hand. She moved closer though and his eyes soon left her lips and looked directly into her own eyes.
She thought she knew it all, the smirk indicated that for sure. "I know you're not stupid. Far from it," he took a slow breath, breathing in her scent before exhaling through his nose slowly. "you don't know though." She didn't know the hole she was digging, she was digging it deep and as she leaned forward he squeezed his fist a little more. "I rather not talk."
It was a quick action, he stood up quickly and in seconds he was on the other side of the table. Turning her around to face him with force, he pressed her to the table with his hand and body. Holding her there tightly, his hand drawing up the side of her body and to her neck. Squeezing her neck slowly he let his hand move once again, this time to her hair. Her soft blond hair; Pulling it out of its bun his hand ran through her hair and then he tightly grabbed it and pulled her head back. His lips grazing her neck, his lips drew up her neck and to her ear. "Don't tempt me." He growled sternly, letting go of her hair he would stare at her for a moment. "You don't want to talk about it either." Joker's hand slowly moved back down her body. "You want me to slide you up onto this table. You want my hand to slide up your skirt, inch up your thigh....slip under your panties. You want me to touch you, you want me to bring you over the edge. And don't I want too but maybe when we have more time and when you....lock the door." He slowly stepped away from her and walked to the window. Staring out at the grey sky he flicked the bars a few times. "Fix your hair and your skirt." his voice was very stern, and he glanced at her. His face serious, "I will see you tomorrow." He walked towards her again, looking her over slowly. The tempting she had pulled on him made him frustrated, he wanted to do more. He wanted to pin her to the table and fuck her silly but he couldn't now. This needed to be apart of the mind game he had going. This was a big leap and he was pleased but also sexually frustrated with it.
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His eyes lingered on her lips and for a bit when she leaned forward she thought that he would be so brave as to kiss her. He remained still, though, his only movement being his hands and his eyes, which drifted back up to meet her gaze. The air in the room was thick and she felt like she could barely breathe, her concentration all on his words as he spoke. Her lips had only just begun to move to question what he meant when he said he would rather not speak before he moved.
She only had the time to gasp, her breath caught in her throat as he pushed her down against the table. His body was so lean against her own, his muscles hard on her softer form. Harley didnt dare to move, didnt dare to act as she didnt know how far she wanted it to go. No, that was wrong. She knew how far she wanted it to go and that was the problem - she wanted him to touch her, to take her and defile her in all of the delicious ways that he had mentioned before.
His hands were naughty distractions from his words, her skin tingling where he touched and her body pressing into his touch. She didnt know how badly she wanted to feel his touch until he was on her, her body already demanding more as the softer desire for him was pushed over into a red hot burning desire. His lips moved like fire over her neck, urging a soft noise from her that was a mix of pleasure and need, her eyes closing. He was right. She wanted more. She needed more. His hand was sliding back down her body again, and her heart squeezed, so sure that he would take her as she so wanted him to.
Instead, he left her there on the table, her breathing ragged and her hair a mess as she fought to regain her thoughts. It was a struggle like she had never had before, her hands shaking as she pulled the messy strands back into place. There wasnt shame like there had been last night, but there was a sort of embarrassment, as she was still left a pile of need and he was still calm, cool, and collected.
As she tugged her skirt back into place and fixed her shirt, all evidence that it had ever happened was gone, leaving the only proof of it the now painfully throbbing ache between her legs and her still rapid breathing. Her eyes followed him, watching how his eyes still lingered on her. Though he didnt show it as outwardly as she did, it was obvious that she wasnt the only one that was left wanting more. By no means was she the only one.
She wet her lips and closed the space between them again, her hands reaching out to grasp each of his wrists as she leaned up to let her lips brush his ear,Tomorrow well work on controlling your urges.She whispered softly, letting her lips trail down the lobe to touch his neck, then back up to his ear,You could use a little help.
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Joker watched her fix herself, his eyes wondering. He couldn't get himself too wrapped up in this, maybe after he was out of here he could but he couldn't get so wrapped up that he would slowly push his other intentions to the side, that couldn't happen. Although he was going to give her a taste, a taste that she would never be able to push away or forget.
She wanted it as much as he thought she did, when she grabbed his wrists he stood there very still. She couldn't stop herself from the action even if she wanted too. He felt her breath on his neck and ear, soft but quick. Her words seem to hang in the air, his eyes drifted to the door. He pulled his hands from her wrists and he grasped her own with his, his grip tight, controlling as he made her step back so she could look at him. "Do not take this on lightly." He murmured slowly, continuing to hold her wrists. His thumbs pressing onto her veins firmly.
What he was about to do was something he actually didn't plan but the more he thought about it the more it made sense. If he did what he was about to do right now then it would cause her mind to scramble, her thoughts would be foggy and that was good. He was going to make her need him as much as he needed her, even though it was for different reasons. Joker stood there holding her wrists firmly as he fought the thought that he knew he was going to do anyway. One part of him was saying to leave it till tomorrow and the other part was saying it would be more effective today. Joker was trying to push his twisted want to the side, he would leave that for another day. He wouldn't give into what he wanted just yet, that was too risky for here.
"I am going to the lock the door." He stepped forward, pushing her back with each step he took. His eyes trained on her intensely, licking his lips he smirked a little. There was no point in her fixing herself up, it was a waste of time now that he was about to mess that up again. He stopped as she hit the table for the second time today in this little session of theirs. "You will sit on this table." he slid her ass onto the table firmly. "You will be quiet." Joker growled and his hand grabbed her face forcing her to watch him. "You will not make a sound." His grip loosened and his thumb rubbed against her bottom lip before trailing down her chin. "No matter how much you need to, you will not." He pushed the papers and folder off the table, he then slowly parted from her and made his way towards the door. His strides calm and easy as he walked. Slowly his hand came to the latch on the door and he slowly locked it, the light click ever so soft.
Walking back over to her his hand would drag up her arm slowly, his other hand snaking up her skirt, pushing it up as he did so, trailing her thigh. His lips touched her neck, his hand grabbed her hip and pulled her to the edge of the table. Hooking his finger on her panties he threw them to where his straight jacket was, his eyes looking at them for a quick second. His other hand helped to push the skirt to her hips. "You're going to be quiet remember?" he slowly whispered into her ear as his finger slid between her thighs, his finger sliding against slowly. "Lay back." His voice stern, his eyes sharp on her own. The thought of being caught was deep in his thoughts but that's why he locked the door, it was he wasn't taking off any of his cloths, it was why she had to be quiet. Not just for her sake but his own, he would never leave here if they found out that he had seduced the person who was suppose to be helping him and making him better.
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He was thinking about it, thinking over everything that could possibly happen. She couldnt read his mind but she could feel it in the way that her words had made him stand absolutely still. His hands moved so that he was now grasping her wrists, his thumbs pressing hard so that her veins pressed up against his fingers pads each time her heart beat. The rhythm of her pulse was rapid, her body still so full of lust that her heart couldnt act normal if she tried
Him putting space between them didnt make it any easier for her to calm down, her eyes on his. Take it lightly? How would she take tossing away her own personal rules for conduct with patients and risk the possibility of losing her job lightly? She had far more at stake than he did. If she was caught like this then her livelihood would be at risk - public humiliation, her ability to find a job would be impossible, and not to mention the fact the relationship with him would be ended completely. But still, she couldnt stop herself.I take every session with my patients seriously.
She really should have thought it out more and thought of all the possibilities - he was just as likely to strangle her to death and leave her dead body in the room to rot while he laughed his sanity away in isolation But for some reason that she couldnt figure out, she trusted what hed said before. He wasnt going to hurt her and he wasnt going to kill her. He was just as full of hot need as she was and she needed to trust him. It would satisfy her to go home and pleasure herself, but it wasnt worth the shame that lasted afterwards.
She was supposed to be the one leading things in this room, but it had turned on her. He was now leading her to the table, pushing her up onto it once again and grasping her face in his grip. Her eyes were locked onto him, unable to break his gaze if she wanted to. The best response she could have given was her compliance, her lips pressing softly to his thumb as it trailed down her mouth then moved to her chin, a soft sigh following.
The click of the lock offered a finality to it all, the rest of the silence in the room heavy with expectations of what was to come next. His hands were equal parts gentle as they were rough, leaving trails of tickled skin behind as he touched up her arms and up her thighs. She gave in to the sensation, surrendered to his will and let his hands have her. She should have felt degraded to have her skirt lifted and panties tossed away, should have felt some sort of shame for being exposed. There was none.
He was all consuming. There were no more thoughts of getting caught, no worries about what would come of her crossing this line with him. There was surrender, her eyes meeting his as he commanded her to lay back. His touch between her legs was light, teasing more than it pleased her and making her only crave him more. She could have stopped things there - she had crossed the line already but there was still a chance for redemption. She could walk away and have him transferred to another doctor so she wouldnt be subject to temptation ever again.
She made her choice.
Her body laid back slowly, a true level of surrender and trust in him, her teeth biting into her lower lip as a soft reminder to keep herself quiet.
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Anybody else would have never left themselves alone in a locked room with him, never. Some how he managed to get her to, to be alone in a locked room with him, he could easily strangle her, hurt her....he didn't want to hurt her.... Well that was a lie because he did want to inflict some harm but not fatal harm that would kill her, he didn't want that but he did want her to feel pain. Joker wouldn't do that now though, right now he was focusing on her, he wanted her shake with pleasure. They were in a place where she couldn't scream, but she was going to want too, the thought of needed to scream would be so wrapped in her mind she'd melt into him.
Watching her lay back slowly his hand pulled away from her hips, parting her legs slowly he continued to watch her face. He didn't move for a moment before grinning, to himself as he leaned down on a knee. His finger tracing the outside of her pussy lips slowly. He than pushed his finger inside her, his slow light touch was teasing, and slow. Pushing a second finger into her moist opening his thumb pressed against her clit, a firm but easy touch as his fingers increased speed. In and out, in and out, before pausing as his fingers were pressed deep with in her and they curled ever so lightly. Soon he Retracted his fingers but he continued to rub her clit with his thumb. he leaned forward, her scent was almost sweet. He kissed her thigh once, then twice before biting it firmly, leaving red teeth marks in her pretty pale skin. His tongue traced around her lips before sliding over them. She also tasted sweet, like a strawberry kind of sweet.
His tongue pushed into her, he hummed lightly sending a light vibration over her lips. It had been awhile since he had anything that tasted good in this place, nothing tasted this good in this hellhole. Now he couldn't hide that fact that he was aroused by her, he was usually good at hiding his feelings and emotions but this was far different and it had been a long time since he was able to do something like this. But he needed to gather himself and focus on his goal, he needed to let her know that he had complete control over her mind and her body.
Joker pulled his head away from her, licking his lips and wiping his mouth. he let his fingers play with her firmly as he started to stand up. Working her clit fast and firm, he would soon stop. Pulling his fingers out of her tight love hole, he'd trail his wet fingers up her thigh nice and slow, tracing the teeth marks on her thigh. Pulling her closer his hips would hit hers and his hand wrapped tightly around her neck. Holding her to the table firmly Joker pushed his hips against her and groaned as he felt the heat of her through his black sweatpants. Pulling her up into the sitting position he grinned at Harley, his hand still on her neck. Kissing her firmly his fingers left her neck and found themselves in her hair. Joker pulled away, "Somehow when I'm out....I'll let you tip over the edge." He growled into her ear. He stayed there for a moment, then pulled away. He rubbed his temple firmly as he tried to regain himself. "You'll come tomorrow without panties. None." His voice was low and had a hint of a demanding tone.
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There was a delicious rush of adrenaline through her veins in surrender, as it was a level of trust that was formed through a tremulous bond that they shared. There was an awful lot of trust for her to watch him descend down to between her legs, his cheshire grin so wide that it almost looked painful on his face. He was an intimidating thing when he was like this, his eyes gleaming with the promise of pleasure that was soon to come to her.
She let her head lay back against the table, using a free hand to cover her mouth as his fingers slowly traced across her. Her eyes closed as she felt his fingers slide into her, the walls of her sex clenching around him in a mix of excitement and want, her body craving to feel more of him though it was a delicious relief to feel his touch. Her teeth bit into the meaty part of her palm just below her thumb as his thumb moved to rub at her clit, straining to close her throat against making a noise. Her breathing spoke for what she was going through, and her toes curled and uncurled as she struggled against the almost irresistible urge to groan.
Harley had won the fight to stay silent up until the point of where his mouth placed two gentle kisses upon her inner thigh followed by a swift bite that made her draw in a sharp breath followed by a shaky moan, stifled by her pressing her hand firm over her mouth. The noise wasnt loud enough to draw attention from anyone that would possibly pass by the room, but it was enough that it made her feel Well, come to think of it she couldnt call the word shame anymore, as she had given up her rights to that the moment shed spread her legs for him. No, there was no shame left. Embarrassment was the closest emotion to what she felt.
His mouth moved from her thigh to her sex, her teeth biting back again to her palm as she struggled again against the urge to moan. Shed had a moment of weakness but she was determined to obey his one command, though it was hard to think past her quickly coming orgasm. She could feel him working at her clit hard and fast even as his mouth pulled away from her, her body so very close to the edge. Her body was tense as she reached the very edge of her climax, legs trembling as she-- She let out a gasp as all sensation was tugged away, leaving her aching even more than before when he had been teasing her with words.
She would have complained against the sudden stop but his hand on her throat kept her quiet, her hips grinding up against him. His cock could be felt through his sweats, showing that he was every bit as aroused as she was by the encounter, his own body surely aching with the same need that she felt. There was a painful urge for her to beg him to take her then and there on the table, to finish the job he had started. His mouth still had the taste of her own cunt on his tongue, but the mix of his saliva and her own vaginal lubrication.
By the time he pulled away from her, she was almost drunk on him, his hands tied up in her hair and her eyes staring at him with a mix of confusion, desire, and admiration. He was, truly, the most skilled in his craft of convincing people to do his bidding. He had her wrapped around his fingers, once quite literally, and now quite figuratively. Her face told it all that she clung to every word that was falling from his lips, her eyes moving from his eyes, so alive with the spark of insanity, to his lips which had made her alive with the spark of lust.
Whatever you say Mister J.She murmured, doing her best to gather her senses as she slid herself off the table, brushing her hair with her fingers to straighten the mess hed made of it. But she wasnt done yet, because she was still on the edge and the fire in her couldnt be quenched just by ignoring it. If he wouldnt take initiative, then she would have to push his hand.
Harley closed space between them, using the weight of her body to push him against the wall, leaning all of her body against him as she tilted her head and nipped at his ear,We still have to talk about your own urges, Mister J.She murmured, her lips planting soft kisses across his jaw as her hand slid down to grasp his cock through his pants.We still have to fix those urges.
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Joker moved towards the window, trying to put his mind elsewhere so he wasn't so on edge. He was loosing his control he had on himself and he didn't want to let that control go, not just yet. He couldn't, for his sake and hers.... It was certainly a battle, he had this lovely women who was drunk off of him and would do whatever he asked or desired. Although he couldn't take it, not yet that is. He would wait, not just to keep his own control but drive her mad in the process of it all. He'd be out of here in no time. A surge of excitement ran through his body at the slight thought of getting out of here. He grinned, as his fingers ran across the small bolts that kept the bars on the window in place. Tracing the rust he was actually more or less surprise to feel her body against his own, he barely caught the words that left her lips.
She was desperate, she needed release, he could hear it in her voice. In the kisses across his jaw, the look in here eyes, they way she spoke. It was obvious what she wanted. Now he yet again was a bit surprised to feel her hand grasp his cock through his sweat pants. Just when he thought he was getting the control he had over himself back she threw it off the table and out the goddamn window. Joker groaned with a pleasure by her unannounced actions. He wanted it too, he wanted to do what he needed to do, what she wanted to do, but he knew. He knew, that he wouldn't be able to control himself, keep himself sane or quiet. That's not saying he wouldn't have fun and use her body for his own pleasure, because he was going to. He was going to fuck her silly but not now. It wasn't the right time for that.
Joker stood there in silence, his head pressed against the wall and his eyes shut before he looked at her. Gripping her wrists and pulling them away from himself he pushed her so her back met the wall. His fingers tapped her wrists and his body pressed her into the wall tightly. He was having a hard time approaching this, mostly because he really wanted to give in, probably far more then she did to tell you the truth. "No." He growled aggressively toward her, his fingers gripping her wrists a little tighter. "It is NOT your choice to make. Understand me?" His voice held a hint of something threatening and frustration laced into his words. They had been here too long and he didn't want to get caught. "I won't ask you again. Fix yourself and let's end today's session." Letting go of her he backed away. Walking slowly to his chair and taking a few slow breaths before he sat down. Joker stared at the wall long and hard before he look at her for a second. She was going to be a very fun little toy that was for sure. "Get that look off your face, you make it obvious." Joker's voice this time was calm and collective, he tapped his fingers on the table and tilted his head as he looked at her before grinning. "Remember, no panties tomorrow. Wear a skirt, I like those skirts on you."
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There was always a certain beauty to the art of giving into desire, a certain freedom that came from releasing from the constraints of what was socially acceptable and what was right. She was drunk on him as much as she was in the euphoria that came from following her most primal urges instead of shoving them back into the deep, dark box that they had managed to crawl their way out of. She was reveling in the way he felt against her, the way that he excited her as much as he terrified her, and made her want to explore her own urges as she had purred for him to do. She could feel something inside of him - not just inside his pants - that was a demon waiting to dance with her own.
Behind his madness there was something far more intelligent than the strange facade he put on. He wasnt just a criminal that was dangerous to all of society, he was Something else. He was unique.
He didnt give in to her urging him, instead taking control of the situation once again and chastising her almost like she had been an errant child. She felt akin to one from the mix of embarrassment at her blatant need of him and the fact that she was feeling so uncharacteristically weak around him. Where was the girl that had turned down endless dates in exchange for her work place? That girl was lost somewhere in the dirty fantasies of Mister J pinning her down onto the table once again and having his way with her. She was engulfed by him.
Her cheeks took on a bit of a blush at the way he spoke to her, working to fasten her hair and clothing back up into something not just presentable but completely professional. She looked again as if nothing had ever transpired between them, even going as far as to take a few moments to collect herself and get her breathing back to a normal rhythm. Harley could still feel the dull ache of desire between her legs but she was going to have to ignore it, even if she did enjoy the feeling of letting go.
This time when he reminded her she met his eye, a bit of a wicked sparkle in her own,Yes, Mister J.She purred as she started towards the door to call an orderly,Whatever you say.
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Joker sat there silently as she fixed herself, only for a few monents though before he stood and moved the table very slowly to where it once was. Setting the chairs a certain way he turned and gathered her papers that laid on the floor, being his noisy self he let his eyes skim over them briefly as he put them on the table. He also set her glasses on the table too, which he wasn't sure how they actually got on the floor in the first place. He enjoyed the look of her in them, her glasses. Which was an odd thing for him to think about because he usually disliked the look of glasses on women but these suited her.
Now he would grin as he looked at the last item on the the floor. Picking up her panties he would turn around and smile as he took slow strides towards her. Stopping only a few inches away he held up the garment to her. "Now you don't want to forget these do you?"
Giving them to her he stayed there for a moment. Before his hand met the back of her neck tightly and he pulled her into a very deep and rough kiss. Pulling away the Joker gave a long grin, turning to pick up his straight jacket. Something that he came costume to even though he hated the goddamn thing, he wanted to put ever fucking person in this place in one. His thoughts are what kept him going though, now that he had to act like these little sessions were actually doing something for him, a way for him to get out faster. He knew the whole not bashing someones head in or killing the pharmacist guy aka pill boy; was going to prove to be quite difficult.
Once again the men came in a dragging him back to his cell. He didn't say any nasty comments or do anything which seemed to surprise them, although they were more scared then anything.
Once back in his cell his fists would unclench and he stopped biting his cheek which was now bleeding with the force of the bite. Spitting the blood into the sink he then sat on the bed. Joker found it quite amusing that the government thought that an asylum was the place for him. It clearly wasn't, they might as well have put him in a max security prison. Yes he was insane but he liked it and like he had said a hundred times before, nothing was going to stop the insanity. Except death of course but so far that Bat hadn't managed to kill him yet and nor has anyone else. Death didn't really scare Joker, the only thing that bothered him about it was the things he would loose when he died. He was a power hungry, money guzzling, control freak and the mere thought of anyone or anything trying to pull that away from him was bothersome.
Looking towards the door for a long time he crossed his arms and tilted his head as he stared at it, the staring continued for a long while before a smile came to his lips. She entered his brain again, just thinking about what her thoughts were doing to her right now made him jitter. What he caused brought this evil joy to him, a sick joy that he got from playing with peoples minds. And oh how determined she was not to fall in his trap when they first met, it was really touching but he cracked through that barrier soon enough.
Laying back onto the bed he grinned even more and that dreadful laugh could be heard and echoed down the halls. This was going to be truly fun. He wouldn't deny that, he supposed after all this he might have to kill her....or he could keep her. Let Stockholm syndrome set in, train her... That seemed to take too long though, he had things to attend to once he got out of here. He couldn't be fucking around with her. Although he still wasn't sure yet, far from it. He'd decide with time, he at least had a few weeks left with the way things were going.
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While he was busy cleaning up the mess that they had made furniture-wise, she was still in shambles from their encounter. The therapy was supposed to help the patient and leave her feeling a sense of accomplishment, instead the patient was helping himself to her and leaving her feel the most sensual mix of delightful taboo and sexual desire. She wasnt supposed to be enjoying their encounters but she found herself craving even more of them, so much so that she was already fantasizing about all of the pleasures they could explore together if she slipped back into Arkham late in the night one day and perhaps made him scream like all the other psychos. It was a delicious fantasy, but one she would keep to herself because though spending a night with him would be pleasurable, it would also be highly dangerous.
Harley had expected him to leave her hanging sexually and wanting more, to have him drop the rope so swiftly that she would be practically dying to get home so that she could finish what hed started, but no He did worse. He grasped her neck and caused her breath to draw into her throat and catch as he captured her lips in a kiss that was passionate and rough. Her body was sending signals that she wanted nothing more than to take him as the sexually frustrated young woman she was becoming but she forced herself to relent into letting him be in control, letting him decide the pace in which they moved forward with their strange relationship of passion and strange sexual attraction. He already had too much of a hold on her for it to be healthy, but she was too far gone to acknowledge that.
Outwardly she had composed herself enough to appear normal as they came and drug him back to his cell, her eyes watching him until he was pulled around the corner. She bit her lip and made her way towards her office, making a conscious decision not to glance down the corridor in hopes of one more glimpse of him in his most vulnerable of moments. She was trapped in a spell and she was struggling to find her way through the misty haze of what was now her every day life, though there were some things that would remain constant - paperwork was one of them.
Harley forced herself to concentrate on that, setting down the papers that hed gathered into a pile for her once again. He had glanced at them and probably got a decent enough look at some of the notes that were listed there, some in her own handwriting. He was put under so many labels that it was hard to see which truly defined him, some mentioned he was without empathy completely, others suggested that he had no true emotions. Her own notes hinted towards sexual sadism as part of his interests, though all pieces from doctors had listed the same thing - master manipulator. He was a silver-tongued devil and he was better at everything else than she was.
She was only just working on getting her thoughts to get him out of her mind when his laugh drifted down the hallways and seemed to echo through her office. Her skin prickled in goosebumps and she found her arousal coming back in full force, her teeth biting down into her lower lip. Even when they were apart she couldnt stop the control he had over her, his voice a chilling thing that crept into her mind when she least wanted it. She was hardly aware that she had let her hand slide down to beneath her skirt to touch herself, gently and almost teasingly so. She was thankful for the desk between herself and the door when someone cleared their throat at the door.
Dr. Quinzel,She jumped at having her name called, feeling ashamed that she had been close to caught in the act, straightening her glasses with a thin smile.You spooked me.She accused, sliding her papers swiftly into a manilla folder as she turned full attention towards the ward, the young fellow the distributed pills to the patients. He seemed nervous, but she couldnt fathom why.I gotcha, that laugh gets to me too. He does it half the night sometimes. Really chills ya to the bone, yknow?He kicked at the floor and scratched his neck,A guy needs a break from that, if you know what I mean. I was thinkin... Maybe we could catch a break together? You gotta sit in a room with that psycho. Me? I just dope him up So, uh, whaddaya think?
Of all the things that she had expected, it was certainly not This.
He was waiting as patiently as a young man could when asking out a beautiful young woman, but she was rendered speechless.I, uh,She was stumbling over her words, unsure of what to do with her hands so she crossed them on the table in front of her,Yeah, sounds nice.She said finally, even though she couldnt really imagine going on a date with him Especially with what was going on between herself and Joker. But it would be a good enough cover Right?Great, yeah, uh, Friday?She gave a curt nod.Friday.
The man grinned,See you then.
For once, she had something on her mind other than the Joker, a healthy distraction though one that she was very ill prepared for. On one hand, it was a healthy thing for her to date someone, even if it was an office-type affair, but on the other hand it wouldnt do well for her budding relationship with her patient, which though something still very young in its origins she was savoring more than any other relationship previous. By the time she left the asylum she was troubled, though not so much that she couldnt sleep. After all, she had to look well-rested for him the next day.
She took pause in the morning when selecting her outfit, opting for a white button-up blouse paired with a black pencil skirt and heels that made her stand tall and added an extra sense of sensuality to her. Harley looked every bit the part of a sexy psychiatrist when she arrived to the asylum and the poor ward Well, he thought the show was for him.
Good morning,She was brusque, offering the men who usually escorted Joker to their interrogation room,Today, he will come willingly. Im going to walk him myself, thank you.There was minimal objection, followed by a look that was passed through the two before they shrugged and moved along to other duties. There was a smirk on her face when she opened his door, turning towards a coy smile.Good morning, Mister J. Are you ready for our daily talk?
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He had fallen asleep, not a deep sleep. He had never really fully slept in here, he took his sleep in intervals and they were always a light sleep. he woke up suddenly with that familiar whistle....that fucking whistle. Although tonight the whistle was more upbeat, happy. Joker sat up with a cringe, frowning a little as he glanced at the door. Well it was clear that that women wasn't on call tonight. The whistling continued and Joker flinched once again. He stood slowly and walked towards the door, touching the thick glass and tapping it he waited. There he was, slowly making his way up the hall with his chart and pills, the Jokers skin crawled with displeasure for this man. A cocky bastard he was, Joker would attempt that he was also cocky but their two cocky personalities were extremely different. If they were out in the city and this man had entered his office or club, after a few minutes of chatting Joker would surely shoot him point blank in the face.
When Pill Boy pulled up his cart Joker stopped tapping the glass, he stared at him as he continued to fucking whistle. And as he looked up at him, Joker slowly forced a smile onto his face. "Hello..." Looking at his name tag Joker grinned a little. "Phill." Phill watched him for a moment nervously but smiled back. "Good evening Joker! I have..." Joker quickly lost intrest in his words and enthusiasm about his health. Instead he went on to examine him, looking at his tie, the other pen that had in his breast pocket, his pants and his shiny shoes. Examining his hands as they tapped the paper he had with each word. As Phill moved, Joker moved slowly to the area where they gave him his medication and food. Pill Boy slid the pills in. Joker flicked them out, making it look like an accident. "Oops." Being an idiot that he was Phill did not close the small food and pill door before bending over to pick up the pills. Joker was swift, reaching his hand out quickly he grabbed Pill Boys tie, pulling him hard so his face hit the door with a thud. Panic filled His eyes as Joker grinned at him. "Nice tie." Both his hands were wrapped around it tightly as he brought it more into his cell. "Your first mistake was to even wear it. Crazies like to strangle themselves and others with them, your second mistake was to fucking whistle, your third was not to close the fucking latch on the dispenser door." Joker pulled one of his hands back and with a slow smile and grin he watched the scared man. "Just be more careful next time Phill, I am only looking out for you." Letting go of the tie Pill Boy fell back and stood up rather quickly, his nose blooding slightly.
The man gave Joker the pills and this time made sure it was latched. He was so distracted from the ordeal he didn't even bother to watch Joker take his pills. "Too easy." He murmured and tossed them into the toliet. Before holding up the pen he had managed to take from him. Twirling the pen he stuffed it under his pillow and laid back down.
The next morning Glenda came to see him. One of the many ordinaries he actually found rather amusing and he had no desire to kill her. "Aw where's Phill?" Glenda looked up at him, he was sitting with his back against the wall. "You scared the shit out of him." Joker laughed for a moment before glancing at the old women as she wrote things down on her chart. "Yeah but I didn't hurt him." Glenda gave him a disapproving look before putting her clipboard away. "Yeah gold star for you. Here's your new cloths. Change." Once she left he picked at the cloths for a second before changing. Leaving the shirt, off for now. he'd put it on when they came to get him.
Breakfast came, shitty as always except for the apple which he ate. He laid back down on his cot as he waited for the orderlies to come get him but they didn't and instead he heard the door open first and then a familiar voice of Miss Quinzel. Joker slowly sat up. His eyes scanned her figure slowly and with a grin, he got up off his bed and stretched before reaching over and grabbing his shirt. Slipping it on he looked at her. "Now I am."
She was rather stunning, he once again watched her closely, looking at her white blouse, with one button undone. Then going down to her skirt that held tightly onto her nice figure. "You have half the men who shouldn't be crazy going crazy in here. This outfit of yours is very tempting. You must have them at your feet like dogs." He spoke lowly as he walked towards her, "I can't say I wouldn't mind locking you up in here with me." His fingers ran over the wall as he got closer and stopped right in front of her. "Well this is a nice change! I must say, you should come get me every morning."
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It was too hard for her to look at him and keep her composure, instead her attention turning towards the papers shed gotten from the nurses station that detailed out the notes on him from the previous night. The good news was that there was an improvement - he hadnt injured anyone on the staff, though she did see that there were notes that indicated an altercation between himself and Surprise, surprise. The coy smile took on a smug hint to it, her eyes moving to look at him from the papers.
His whispered words only made her feel more assured that she wasnt the only one that was feeling a tension, her teeth biting her lip softly. Oh, would she love to be locked away in his cell with him for the night. Sure, there would definitely be some explaining to do the next day but no one would question the screaming and the noises, wouldnt even think twice about the sounds of someone being fucked roughly against a wall, as it wasnt atypical for the mental patients to toss themselves on whatever surface would injure them. It would sound like just another mental break for him
But no, the logical part of her brain still did weigh in its opinion of what she should and shouldnt do, admonishing the part of her that wanted to release herself into his power and be the girl that she was desiring so badly to be. That he wanted her to be just for him. He was working his magic on her in ways that she hadnt expected but was loving, working his way into the inner workings of her mind slowly but surely.
I can see from the notes that we have a few things to bring up already. Eventful night? She quirked her brow at him as she turned around, showing the hall of onlookers that she had faith in him enough to expose her back to him, though most importantly to her was her backside to him, Keep your hands to yourself in the hallway, Mister J. This is a privilege. She commented as she started away from him, tossing a glance back at him over her shoulder, mischief dancing in her eyes as her heels clicked away from him. Even more than she could feel the eyes of her coworkers on her for being so insane as to trust the Joker, she doing more to entice him, her skirt offering the pleasant view of her plump rear swaying from side to side with each step.
Harley lead him to their usual room, spreading the papers out onto the desk before she returned to the door, shutting it behind him softly and letting the click of the lock assure both of them that they were guaranteed a certain level of privacy. So was it just a coincidence that you attacked the orderly that is taking me out on Friday, or are you trying to send me a message, Mister J? She asked, taking her usual seat and letting her legs cross like a prim and proper lady, though both knew she was anything but.
It will be awful suspicious if anyone interested in me starts getting hurt. Might make someone think that were up to something in here
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When she first walked into the room he immediately picked up on the no eye contact. Instead she took to looking at her papers instead of him. Which wasn't really a problem as people seemed to have found that when someone is staring at another who refuses to look at them; it just makes things more intimidating. Although what did confuse him was the fact that she had smirked when she looked down at his papers. Like something "good" was on it. She looked like she had just figured out the secret to a puzzle of some kind.
Joker continued to watch her, especially when she turned her back on him. A large smirk came to his face and he barely heard the words that left her lips before or after that. Too busy thinking that today would be the definite day that he got the wheels rolling on his ticket out of here. She just needed a little push over the edge and he knew he could get her mind all the way there. She started to walk away and he grinned a little. "Oh yes, don't worry. Hands to myself." He spoke lowly as he followed her, although he walked a couple feet behind her. Keeping some distance, more like taking his time as he read some of the names and numbers on the door. His hand clasped together behind his back as he took slow even strides. His eyes did dance over her rear for a few minutes as they continued down the hall, soon taking in a few more numbers as they came to the usual room. He never really got the time to take in all the names and numbers of the hall while being dragged by the orderlies.
He stepped into the room carefully, walking towards the table and taking his seat in the usual spot. Joker watched her spread the papers and walk to the door. Hearing it shut and the soft sound of a lock closing soon after could be heard. His head perked a little at the sound of her words, licking his lips he'd nod slowly to his own thoughts. Figuring out that that must of been the reason to why she had smirked when observing his paper work. A second went by and he cleared his throat. "No. I've known he has had an intrest in you, just like I know a lot of men working here do. Although I had no idea he asked you out." if he did he might of done slight more damage, as the Pill boy could certainly ruin his plan if it swayed a certain way.
"It wouldn't be suspicious at all. I have hurt countless men who have showed intrest in you before. I actually took it easy on poor Pill boy, just a warning for being the idiot that he is. No wonder he wasn't paying attention. Oh and that whistling of his." Joker wasn't possessive, well he was but it was a different sort of possessive that was hard to understand. He certainly wasn't all happy about this little date nor was he enraged by it. He was just over that line he had, just enough that rather then giving Phill a bloody nose he would of broke it and choked him. Because if not careful this could go horribly wrong for him. "Now Miss Quin, if you need someone to take the edge off I'm ok with that. Although I don't think that it will really help. You know, when you crave chocolate persay but instead you take the healthy root and have an orange or something but you still crave the chocolate. And in the end you end up eating loads of it." Joker had a huge grin on his face as he stared at her, his fingers tapping on the table. He was a little antsy today he had to admit.
"Do you want there to be something going on in here?" He really didn't expect an answer to the question. He looked at the table and looked at the papers that were laid out in front of her. "I think you do, not only do you want it in here but you want it outside of this place. All the time, as much as you can." His voice was slow almost taunting even. His eyes left the papers and met hers, leaning in and setting his elbows on the table. He was quiet for a few minutes just watching her before standing up. Coming to her side her gathered the papers that set in front of her. He sat on the table now, still on her side and looked down on her with a small smile. "I can show you what you'll be missing out on. That's if you want it." He was going to let pleasure cloud her judgement.
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Even though she trusted the man a great deal not to attempt to kill her as they walked the halls to the room, there was still a part of her that was sane enough to evoke a simple response. His footsteps made the hairs on the back of her neck prick and come to attention, every part of her aware that he was behind her, though there was nothing of any note to say that he was anything short of a gentleman. She was hyper aware of the feeling of eyes on her, not simply because she could feel that he was taking more than a passing glance at her rear as they made their way to the interview room but also because staff and patients alike were staring at the fact that she dare parade him through the hallways instead of drag him.
The privacy of the room was much preferred to the curious and frankly nosy eyes of everyone else in the facility, and also because she felt the hairs finally settle. This was the domain in which there was no uncertainty, as he had the privacy and the control to do as he pleased. As awful as it was of her to think, she knew that she had long since lost control of the situation. She did, however, have somewhat of a plan on how she wanted to get it back. Joker wasnt the only one capable of using their body for control, and she had Well, rather high hopes that she could turn the tables on him.
His metaphor for chocolate and oranges only made her laugh just a bit, because he was all too right. Oranges would be sweet but chocolate had such a better feel to it in your mouth and on your tongue. She could easily settle for oranges, but how long would it be before she found herself shoving her mouth full of delicate hershey kisses from abstaining so long? She licked her lips at the thought, because it wasnt chocolate that she was picturing shoved into her mouth, and frankly it wasnt anything practically edible that she wanted.
As he came to sit on the table she found that he was already opening himself up for what she was already interested in, putting him at quite the perfect height for her to indulge herself in Chocolate.
Well, like you said Mister J, She let her hand move to slide up his thigh, moving first up his outer leg to his hip, then slowly inwards and down his inner thigh to his knee, You still crave chocolate. It wasnt very fair yesterday and today, She didnt feel like mincing words or seeming unclear, her hand had moved upwards again, unashamed in the fact that she was already craving him, her hand grasping him gently through his pants, Today I desperately want chocolate.
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He noticed she was playing a different game, it was a game that was very tempting too. His listen carefully to her words, barely moving or breaking eye contact with her as her small delicate hand slide up his outer thigh and to his hip. Then sliding to his inner thigh, still keeping his composure although it was hard to not take her right then and there. Her lips seem to hang on to ever word, teasing almost, slow. In a way that only he would pick up on and find alluring. "Sweets are quite tempting." He murmured slowly, a small breathless comment that merely escaped his lips while deep in thought.
His eyes finally left her own as she touched him through his pants but he soon watched her lips as she spoke. He grinned just a little, her words lingered in the air for a moment before he tilted his head. "I'm not sure about that." Although he was certainly growing hard under her light touch. His hand came up to grip her face. Pressing against her cheeks firmly. "Do you remember what I said yesterday?" He pulled on her for her to stand up and be at eye level with him. A cruel smile came to his lips. "That somehow, when I get out I'll let you tip over the edge... " Joker started to unbutton her white blouse, slowly he undid each one. "But I'll let us have fun today, if you do one thing for me." He slid her blouse off her shoulders, his hand running down her neck, chest and stomach, feeling her soft skin under the pads of his fingers. "I'll let you have chocolate, I'll let you have more then that too." His hands slid up her arms and shoulders before slowly sliding down them, past her elbows and to her hands. He knew he could get her drunk off him, and today he was certainly going to do that.
Joker slowly set her hands back on his groin. "Now, do you want to do this, or would you like to just chat." Where her hands set she would be able to feel his erect member.
Jokers eyes slowly rolled over her body, and a grin came to his face as he looked back at her own. It really never came to his mind that he would be getting himself out here by muniplutating someone over the edge with sexual pleasure. He supposed it was like any other way though. Find what makes them vulnerable and Use that in anyway that in anyway you ca. It came in many forms, sexual pleasure seemed to be the easiest tick for her and a dose of crazy of course. As no sane person would actually get this close to him.
He was taking a bit of a risk in letting her do such things, as it had been a very long time since he indulged in his own pleasure or let someone pleasure him. He normally got women from the club to satisfy his needs, many were nervous once they finally got in there as he wasn't always gentle. He could be gentle but he rarely ever chose to be. But he needed to do this, simply for what he desperately needed. He had to be careful though, and stay focused he couldn't loose too much control through the actions he was about to take.
He wasn't going to be gentle with her, nor was he going to be his own crazed self. He was going to give her a bit of a taste, a satisfying taste that would leave her wanting more. As the task he needed her to do would have a great impact on feature plans that would happen but he wouldn't let her know that just yet. It was going to be a slightly innocent task with no meaning to her once so ever but much meaning to himself. It was important that he got her to carry it out so he was going to make this a very fun session.
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There was no denying that the feeling between them was mutual, unspoken on his behalf on how badly he wanted her, but still there in the slow way she could feel him swell beneath her touch. It was more than that, too. If he wanted to just toy with her he could have easily started ot play the mind games that he'd employed on the other doctors that had seen him. But no, hed chosen this pathway because both of them knew deep down that the desire for each other was a drug and both of them were so addicted that pulling away was near impossible.
He didnt have to touch her for her to be drunk on him, but it did heighten everything. His rough touch made her stomach clench as he forced her to standing, the slow movements of his hands moving across her skin bringing every nerve in her body strictly to attention. She felt like when she was with him that every part of her was electrified and hyper aware, so sensitive to feel him and so eager to touch him that it was almost like she was a young teen again, so full of hormones that her body didn't know how to process everything.
She did know what she wanted, though - him. There was no mistaking the fact that she was drawn to him and that she would inexorably continue to make the same mistake of letting desire rule her over anything else. Logic had failed her and had left her in a wasteland of pure instinct and her body knew the instinct it wanted to go with. She wanted him in the dirty way that any animal would desire their mate, rough and needy and without the passions that humanity could often give to soften the blow of raw and pure want.
He set her hands back down upon his member, far more erect than it had been just moments previous and her fingers cupped around him through his pants, her thumb brushing slowly over the head of his cock. I want you, Mister J. For the first time, the admission had come without any pretense or nicknames, nothing more than the blatant truth that had been written on her face. She wanted him more than she could express, her pulse becoming ever more insistent between her legs with the desire to feel him inside of her growing
But she didnt just want him for sex, she wanted to pleasure him and drink from the fountain of never ending insanity that poured from his being like a miasma that took over all that was around him. Harley leaned in, one hand remaining still on his member and stroking him slowly as the other drew his body in, her head moving to his neck to place kisses on him, soft and slow. His skin tasted like hed waded through pure fear, the salt of sweat mixed in to create a heady mix that left her wanting to kiss every inch of him.
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A soft grin appeared on his lips for a moment, she was going to what he needed her to do when she left. He was sure of it, and if not he wasn't sure how'd everything would go down. So far though he was getting quite caught up in the heat of things as she was something he hadn't really had in a very long time. Joker hadn't held this sort of desire for quite awhile now. Especially in here but also he hasn't had such desire when he wasn't trapped in such a place.
One hand gripped her hip tightly as he pulled her a little closer, the other ran over her hip and side, enjoying the soft feeling of her skin as his fingers glided over her. Giving a very low grunt as she cupped her hand around him. The feeling hit him and he felt something shoot up his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again as she spoke. Her words made him give a long laugh, looking at her intensely he grinned widely. The shine of his silver white teeth showing and Joker tilted his head just a tad to left, and after a brief moment a tad to the right. "I am sure you do."
"Now before you leave here today, I'm going to give you a phone number. You're going to call that number for me, ok?" His voice has taken a softer and more smooth tone to it. Making sure it was a question but not a demand although still holding a firm tone. "This call will help both you and me. If that's what you want." Although he groaned when her hand started to move on his erect member. He couldn't stress enough how good this felt, rolling his neck lightly he licked his lips as she started to pull her body into his own. In seconds he felt her soft lips lay on his skin, each kiss was slow and deliberate. His hand moved slowly up her side and snaked to her back. He's fingers lightly dancing over her bra straps before unhooking it. The bra loosened on her shoulders lightly, he didn't make much movement to take it off though. Instead his right hand moved to her breasts while his other stayed firmly on her hip.
He squeezed and kneaded her. Ready for a moment, his thumb pressing on her rosy coloured nipple gently but the gentleness of it ended quickly as his finger and thumb squeezed the hard bud tightly before releasing it. Again he pinched her nipple hard, twisting it slightly and pulling just a bit before releasing and rubbing his thumb over it. Joker took his left hand off her hip and repeated this action to her left breasts. Starting out soft and gentle and soon pinching and pulling at her nipple, then rubbing his hand over her creamy coloured breast.
The Joker was affectionate by any means, well not in his perspective and he knew many others didn't think so either. There wasn't much loving affectionate in his actions, they held more of a want and desire in them. He wanted to grab her by the neck then and there and fuck her against the wall but he knew he had to be slow and in control to fit with what he needed from her. So he was going to let it seem that she had some control over the situation but only a little to let her think of this as something that is wasn't. Now he wasn't going to lie, this did hold true desire on his part.
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He was working her every bit as efficiently as he could, and he was winning the game that was being played. He had her in the right place for manipulation, as she was puddy in his hands, both mentally and physically. His hands roamed her and she wanted more, touched her and she craved it deeper, and he was playing her every bit as sweet as a violinist playing his favorite tune. Harley was too blind to see that her following his orders was a sweeter song than she could ever sing.
His voice was a soft whisper in the back of her mind as she waded through the haze of lust and the most basic of needs. A number? Even as drugged as she was on his flesh, there was still a piece of her that knew deep down that this was a bad decision, every step of the way, but she still kept moving inexorably towards that final bad decision that would mean she couldnt ever turn back. That was perhaps this bad decision. Whats the phone call for? She murmured, though only half of her attention was truly diverted towards what he was saying
Her thoughts were slipping away as his hands unhooked her bra, moving towards the front so that he could knead, grasp, pull, and pinch. It sent shocks through her chest to have his rough attention on her such a sensitive spot on her, her breath catching in her throat as she fought against soft sounds of pleasure. Harley might not have remembered that he was a dangerous man, but she did remember that it wouldnt do good for her to be making noises behind the closed doors that would draw the attention of other staff members of Arkham.
Think.Think. Her mind was moving sluggish as it struggled back towards the questions shed been asking - the number. He wanted her to call a number and wanted her to do something when she called. Her lips pressed onto his skin again, her hand sliding away from his cock now towards the hem of his pants, daring to be adventurous because he hadnt stopped her yet from getting precisely what she wanted, her fingers eager to feel him bare instead of through his pants.
What do you want me to do?
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"Mmmm yes. A number and you'd have to bring me a little something." Joker grinned at her and his hand grasped her supple breast and squeezed, his thumb flicking over her nipple. "You have been helping me so much you know" Mister J groaned out a small sentence that to him was certainly not true and wouldn't be in a thousand years although it sounds convincing. Running his hand up her chest and neck he pulled her head down to his and kissed her roughly, his tongue running over her bottom lip before biting it quite hard.
Letting her lip go he licked the small trickle of blood from his own lips. "For a friend."
Joker's rough hand ran down her hips slowly, his fingers trailing her curves before he got to the bottom of her tight fitted skirt. Snaking his hand up her skirt a little he gripped her thigh, digging his fingers into her then releasing and pulling his hand out from under it. Just a quick teasing movement to get her going a little more.
His fingers were quick to move to the zipper on the side of her skirt. He touched the zipper ever so lightly. "Desire, for the unknown is something that you crave." A mumble escaped his lips with a huge smile and soon a loud laugh rang through him. He unzipped the skirt swiftly, and didn't even give her a second before he had the pencil skirt hanked down. His hand trailed the outside of her sex, fluttering over it ever so lightly. "I." His finger touched her slit as the small word left his mouth, "Want." Another touch as his thumb hit her little love button. "You." Pushing his fingers inside her his eyes stared at her own blue ones. "To get me." His thumb moved against and around her clit lightly. Standing up slowly he pulled his own sex out, took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft. "Guns." And his fingers pushed up into her harder.
Her hand wrapped around his thick pale cock, sending the familiar shot of pleasure up his spine. Rolling his neck a little and closing his eyes, he growled to himself lowly. Before opening his eyes once again and staring down at her, his fingers lowly but surely rubbing and fingering his sex. Her wet juices making his fingers quite slick. He was controlling himself from a number of things that were boiling to come out but he couldn't. Too much noise would be heard from outside those doors and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to control himself enough not to kill her.
"Now what does miss Harley Quinn want is the better question?" His question very teasing as he started to pull his fingers out and away from her to bring them up to his mouth and suck them of her sweet juices. His hand clasped around her neck. tightening around it, holding it like that before releasing her and grinning.
"Cause your hand is making me very happy."
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His voice weaved through her mind slowly, curling itself through her thoughts until she could almost feel him molding her into what he wanted out of her, his words spoken in a tone that could have made anyone listen to him. He was a master manipulator when he needed to be and he was working her as eloquently as anyone else hed made to the unthinkable, and she was falling prey to him as easily as anyone else would have. She had thought that she would be successful in changing him but instead it was her that had become the patient in this room.
Harley let out a soft gasp as he bit her, the copper taste dripping back into her mouth even as he licked away the small bit that had gotten onto him. Her tongue moved slowly to lick away the blood, the bite stinging just a bit as she irritated it. He was bringing out the most primal part of her and she was loving it, enjoying every moment as his hand slid down over her hips and moved to in between her legs. Goosebumps were rising on her skin as her skin was exposed to the cool of the air, his hands adept at removing her clothing as much as they were at teasing the thoughts out of her head.
She was hanging on to every word that slid out of his mouth ever so smoothly, her eyes on him as his hands moved between her legs. She felt the desire so red hot that it was almost painful to feel him touch her, her breathing speeding up just a bit as she felt his fingers tease and slowly touch her already wet sex. If there was even a shred of hope in her telling him no or turning him down it was gone the moment his thumb pressed against her clit, her stomach tightening as her breath drew in with a sharp hiss. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and it was becoming increasingly obvious that he had already planned every step of this.
None of it mattered. What mattered was his fingers sliding inside of her and the pleasure that moved up her stomach in waves. Her walls clenched around him, hugging his digits tight as her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her hips wanting to press into his hand. He gave her the pleasure of removing his pants completely to expose himself, his cock a thing of true beauty that made her crave him even more. His words were hard for her to listen to, but the last word caught her attention.
A new sensation came - a cold stab of fear, which met the hot wave of pleasure that spiked ever upwards. Even with how drugged in lust she was, that was enough to make her fight or flight response turn its head, listening in to his words even more. Mmm Guns? She murmured the word back to him, but still so beneath the thick waters of desire that had long since drowned her sanity. There was still no hope for her. It was gone, so much so that she didnt fully have the ability to so much as question his request, though a dangerous one.
Whatever you want, Mistah J. She whispered finally, her hand stroking him slowly as he slid his fingers out of her, watching him suck his fingers as if she were a delectable treat. It sent a thrill through her that was just as primal as the desire that was rising in her. I want You. She said, once hed let go of her neck, his hand-print still a red outline against her throat. Harley leaned down, her hand sliding down towards the base of his cock to keep it steady.
Her lips wrapped around the tip slowly, her tongue coming to slide slowly from the underside to the urethra, stopping for a moment to dip into it before sliding back down slowly, cupping the underside to protect against her lower teeth as she slid him in. Her top lip pressed hard against his cock as she built a suction, taking him in deep and slow until her mouth could accommodate no more. She slid him out equally slow, all the way until his tip rested against her lips again, You gonna let me have my chocolate, Mistah J? I want itso bad.
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She was just melting into the palm of his hand and he could see it with every action he made and every movement she took. He could see it in her eyes and could hear it with her shaky breaths, he was enjoying this. Maybe he was enjoying it a little too much? This wasn't about him....well it sort of was in a sense but he couldn't really focus on himself. He had to focus on her and what she wanted from him too. Joker had gotten to a point where she was certainly a horny little thing with strong urges. And he would fulfill each urge if it meant getting out of this place by the end of the week.
Joker felt slight hesitation from her when he had dropped the word 'guns', this caused him to become more alert. Observing her very closely, not answering her small question verbally but just nodding his head ever so slowly. Now her next words set a small grin on his face as he knew now he just had to tip her over the edge for her to fulfill this task for him. Joker made a mental note to request for a phone call tonight, which he was allowed although they were very careful when letting him. He had to use riddles and talk nonsense in order to make sure no one knew exactly what he was saying except the person on the other end of course.
Now Joker hid the sinister joy when she gave into him, the gears in his sick mind started turning at a rapid pace. He knew what was going to happen when the time came. He was going to get real violent real fast. He had so much rage and anger built up that the people of this damned asylum were defiantly going to get hurt and most likely killed. Harley was another story though, he wasn't quite sure what to do with her when the time came. He didn't know how her thoughts on him would come to also. She was going to see the part of him that she had read so much about, but reading and actually witnessing his behavior were two different things. Although Joker was kind of angry with her, he was mad at the fact that she had tried to erase the side of him he loved so much, to make him forget, to "change" him like so many others had tried to do before hand. He was rather pissed about it.
Joker was snapped out of his deep thought by her next words, which was surprising as he certainly didn't hear that often. He took note of the red mark on her neck and he cursed himself as he couldn't leave any marks on her, not yet that is. Joker only hoped that it would fade wth time. He tilted his head back the minute her mouth touched her tip, it had been far too long since he felt the lips of a women wrapped around his cock.
Joker ran his fingers through her long blonde hair, still trying to keep himself rather alert with the attention he was getting. "Whatever you want Darlin." he groaned a little and grinned ever so lightly. "You have thirty minutes to do whatever you want."
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"You have thirty minutes to do whatever you want."
Thirty minutes. Her eyes moved over his face as she let that roll around in her lust-clouded mind, her lips still lingering on the very tip of his cock as she let her tongue slide out and tease him just a bit more. What was it that she did want? Him was the obvious answer, but he was offering it all to her. It was such a dark desire that she couldn't resist, her hand stroking him as her mouth moved to kiss her way up his body, moving over the tattoos as if she were appreciating every piece of odd artwork that he'd had inked into his skin. He was sculpted from all of the things that she shouldn't desire but yet here she was craving him more than any drug.
"I want you, Mistah J." She said as her mouth reached his neck, her voice a breathy whisper in his ear. Her body pressed against him and she could feel his cock press against her stomach, a clench deep inside telling her that the urges couldn't be resisted any longer. A soft sigh escaped her and she knew that she was hooked so obviously on him in ways that she couldn't even begin to describe. He had worked her just as efficiently as he had worked any other doctor that had ever attempted to treat him, but the difference was that she was the first one that he hadn't attempted to kill or coerced into killing themselves.Yet.
Instead, she was letting herself mentally go as she guided his cock slowly down, the soft skin of his head making its way slowly down her arleady wet slit as she pressed ever closer to him. They were in no position to have sex, but she wasn't deterred by that. The table that they'd previously used as a barrier between them was more than sturdy enough to support their weight and that, of all things, was what she found him pressed against. It was ironic that this would be where she lost all of her control, a place where previously she'd been the one that was making all of the calls.
"I want you,here," She touched the table with one hand and pressed him further against the table with her body, "And I want to be on top." She might have lost her control of her patient but she still wasn't ready to give up everything yet, and it was too far for her to get back the stern and serious contenance she'd had before. She would at least control the sex, if nothing else.
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He could see that she was working it through her mind, the heat of her lips greatly present as she started to stroke him and move up his body. He ran his hand up her pale stomach and squeezed her breast then rolling her nipple between his fingers lightly. He nodded at the whisper to his ear and pressed his lips to her neck, his hand running through her hair to pull her back. Kissing down her chest and breast. His tongue rolling over her pink nipple, sucking it before letting her hair go and leaning back against the chair once again.
"On the table?" He touched the cool table lightly, his other hand rubbing her side and breast as he looked at it. Her weight pushed him into it and he grinned. She was certainly horny and he wasn't going to argue with her on top. Standing up he watched her intensely and then kissed her roughly. Sliding his tongue along her lip which still had the slight taste of copper. "Whatever you want." He sat on the table and leaned back on his elbows. She would have some control over this incounter but he supposed he needed her to think she had some control over what was about to happen. Partly to mess with her even more and to keep her on track.
Now for a second as he waited for her he let his thoughts drift to the plan he needed her to do. He would remind her after this what she was suppose to do and he trusted that once they finished she'd be able to follow through with what he had asked of her. Which would really pinpoint how lost she was in him. Well...he already knew that she wasn't as aware of it as he was.
He knew what he needed to do with her when it came down to it but he wasn't sure, he couldn't really let her just go. He was sure the authorities would find out what she did for him. And if after all this she was angry at him or felt betrayed then she couldn't start mouthing some important information that he didn't need them knowing. Take her or kill her. Was his two choices and he hasn't decided on one to believe it or not, he'd half to see.
Resuming thought he focused his eyes back on her and smiled. "We don't have all day Pumkin."
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Her breath came in a sharp hiss as his hand pulled her hair back, her chest arching up into his hungry mouth. Harley closed her eyes and let herself linger on the warm sensation of his skin against hers, his lips so soft against her breast. She let a soft sigh come from her lips as she felt the pressure of him sucking her nipple into his mouth before he let go of her completely. She was left wanting more, as always, and nearly ready to beg him for more. He was the most addictive drug that she'd ever come across.
"On the table." She agreed, a smirk on her lips as his hand trailed her side, another one of his well played teases that drove her wild. Her body pushed him further until he was on the table, leaning into his kiss as he took her roughly again. Her mouth still tatsed like blood and she could taste it better with the contrast of his mouth, but instead of giving her an aversion to the kiss it made her want more, a sweet intoxication of the most forbidden of things.
She slid one knee up onto the table, then the other as she slid on top of it with her knees on either side of his hips. Her body moved on top of him with movements like a coiling snake, slowly working her way closer to him until she could feel his cock press against her mound and her thighs against his. Her hands settled on his shoulders and moved slowly down his arms, trailing over the tattoos that littered his skin. He was right. They didn't have all night.
"Let's not linger, then." Harley purred, sliding a hand between them as she guided his cock's head towards her entrance, licking her lips just a bit before she pressed her hips down against him, feeling his cock delve deep into her folds with a soft moan from her.