Welcome, Harley Quinn!
As requested by Puddins_Pumpkin

She had never felt so much pain in her life. But she had never felt so much love in her life either.

Love and fear.

The drive to Joker's penthouse was silent. She could feel his eyes on her every two seconds but she dared not look on his direction. He was so beautiful, so intimidating, she felt as if she had no right to speak to him without permission. Instead, her eyes wandered out the opened window, letting the cold air refresh her sore face, shoulders and chest. The sting was unbearable.

Her hands touched her legs and she winced at the sight. It was as if the fabric had merged with her now pale skin. It was gruesome. The young woman tried pulling a piece of fabric from her melted jeans but was stopped by a much bigger and stronger hand. It was fascinating to her how her whole fist fitted inside his hand.

"Don't do that," he ordered, his voice deep and strict, stern. He spoke with the tone of a father scolding his child. "you could pull a piece of flesh along with the fabric. Been there, done that stupid mistake. I'll help you get that off your skin as soon as we get home."

Home, she thought. He is taking me home.

Harley – as he now called her – looked down at her hand, trapped inside his ringed fingers like a cage. She was mesmerized by it and felt the urge to entwine her fingers with his but when she tried to do that, J tensed and pulled his hand away.

"You like grape soda?" he snapped, awkwardly. The Joker had no idea of how to start a conversation with a woman he had no intention to kill. He would never admit it to anyone but he felt a little anxious himself. The Joker knew how to deal with a naive and noisy psychiatrist, but this girl – this woman beside him was different. Beneath those rippled clothes and scared attitude was a warrior, a strong and tameless goddess, ready to be put to the test.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch what you said." she asked timidly.

"I asked if you like grape soda." Joker's face was serious as he focused on the road, but quickly glanced at her direction, "Well, do you?"

"Yes, sir. I lik–"

"Do NOT call me sir. Nobody calls me that, doll." J said with mockery, "I'm J for you or Mister J or–"

"Mistah J?" Harley's accent made him turn to her and he smirked. He loved that accent.

"Yes, sweets. That's right."

"Mistah J..." she whispered to herself and smiled. "What about Puddin?"

The Joker laughed loudly and then his expression went serious as he watched her from the corner of his blue eye, "That's ridiculous, even for me– no, not even a possibility, kid. Don't you even start."

Stupid Harley, she thought, her smile turning upside down.

"I've got a question for you, doll." the Joker said, a playful grin drawn on his lips, "How do chinese greet each other?"

"Uhmm well, the bo–AAAAH!" just before she could answer, the purple lamborghini came to a halt, sending Harley straight to the glove compartment. The clown cackled as he stepped out of the car and then walked toward her side, opening the door for the confused girl.

"Welcome," he sang, opening his arms wide, proudly, "Harley Quinn!"

Flabbergasted, there was no other word to describe how she felt. His voice felt like electricity. Harley didn't know when she got out of the car, all she knew is that a pair of strong arms where now carrying her almost naked form into the building.

They entered directly into his master bedroom and he placed her gently on the large bed. They stared at each other for a long time in silence, as if memorizing every inch, every scar, every freckle.

The Joker reached hesitantly for her face but he stopped himself, instead he shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Harley to her thoughts. Her eyes scanned the place, she wasn't really expecting such an elegant place. The walls where a dark purple, she could see candles everywhere, a bear skin rug laying on the ground next to a fireplace. Everything was shiny and either black, purple or gold. Her hands nervously gripped the satin black sheets from the bed when she heard J enter the room once more with a bottle.

"Alright, kiddo. Let daddy take care of you," he said as he kneeled before her, "this may sting a little."

She nodded obediently and bit her lip, eyes closed. Harley could feel the thick liquid run down her arms, then her legs and the burning sensation was present once again, but she felt more alive than ever. What was left from Harleen being washed out her body.

A few minutes later she felt J caress her skin when he finished. It wasn't until she opened her eyes, Harley finally realized she was in nothing but what was left of her underwear before him. His eyes watched her hungrily, like a predator savouring its prey; she could sense the urge Joker was desperately trying to ignore, building inside his body.

"My harlequin." he whispered, possesively, helping her get on her feet, guiding Harley toward the mirror. "You are perfect now."

The girl in the mirror smiled back at her, her hands reaching up to touch the colorful tips that adorned her platinum hair.

"I'm beautiful, Mistah J. Just like you."

After getting washed up, the new couple walked down from the penthouse to the second floor where most of Joker's henchmen resided and Harley panicked; she saw drunk men playing cards screaming passionately at each other, a small group throwing darts and knives toward a wall painted with Batman's symbols, a pair delightfully looking through a Playboy magazine. The place was nothing like the luxurious penthouse. That place was a rat hole, it even smelled like one.

The Joker wrapped a strong arm protectively around her waist. Harley had nothing but a large blood red shirt which belonged to J, it barely reached her thighs, she felt exposed.

"Don't worry, doll. I'll get you an entire wardrobe just for you. You'll look even more ravishing for daddy." he whispered, noticing her embarrassment leaning over her to kiss her lips when a wolf-like whistle caught their attention.

"Geez, boss!" one of the men holding the magazine, clearly drunk, drugged or both, stood up from his spot and approached them with a lustful grin. "Is this yummy treat our new toy?"

Harley looked around and her blood boiled with indignation. The henchmen whistled, blew kisses at her, winked and shared disgusting thoughts on her body. For a moment, Harley felt J would just throw her to the group of nasty men so they did what they pleased with her but when she looked up at him with pleading eyes, he winked and tightened his grip on her body.

"Gentlemen! This beauty, this delicious treat as our friend Rick just called her, is Harley Quinn!" said the Joker, his voice loud, filling the whole room. Most of the henchmen laughed and applauded dumbly along with Rick, who started moving his hips back and forth suggestibly. A small group remained silent, the veteran members of the gang, who knew very well not to make a sound and wait for their boss to speak. And they did well.

"She is mine. My queen."

The ovation died when the words left his red lips. The color in Rick's drunk face left slowly as he realized the fatal mistake he had just commited, eyes filled with tears as Harley's giggles replaced the laughter of the foolish men.

"I'm so sorry boss, I didn't kno–"

"On your knees. Now." said the clown, his voice deep, sending shivers down everyone's backs. The henchmen watched in horror as Rick kneeled before the couple, trembling, sobbing. The Joker pulled out his gun from the holster and handed it to Harley with a deep passionate kiss. "Princess, he's all yours. Make daddy proud."

"Please don't kill me!" Rick pleaded. The harlequin looked down at her hand and the gun. Power, the feeling of power was overwhelming, to have the life of a human being at your mercy. In that very moment Harley knew she was born for this life, for the Joker's life. She looked up at his lover, who was breathing deeply and staring at her with an indescribable passion.

"I'm not gonna kill ya, hun!" she giggled, turning her attention to the sobbing man kneeling before them. "I'm just gonna hurt ya. Really, really bad."

Hope you liked it Puddins_Pumpkin 
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