I pushed the door open and walked into the room which was a mess but free of Harley. I groaned as I turned back to him hearing him laughing. I jumped slightly when I saw how close he was, though.

"Aw dollface, I was just having some fun. Don't you want to have some...fun?"

He purred into my ear and I could feel myself go red. He knew that I liked him, and he was using it against me, but I wouldn't let him win this battle.

He circled around me until he was right in front of me, running his hands down my waist until they landed on my ass, firmly grasping it. He suddenly pulled me close against him and I could feel everything, including a rather large bump on my lower stomach.

He leaned down to kiss me, but I raised my hand, slapping him as hard as I could. I was able to give him a decent slap as his face was forcefully turned to the side, my hand stinging from the impact and his cheek completely red where I had hit him.

He growled, rubbing his cheek as he looked down at me, angry.

Well...shit.

Suddenly He pushed me against a wall, pinning my arms above my head as he stared at me with pure anger. A smile on his face as he started to laugh at my shaking frame.

"Deary, I try to be nice, I seriously try and then, you have to go and push me."

"J i-i'm"

"SHUT UP"

I quickly closed my mouth looking down, not wanting to look in his eyes anymore. I knew I was done, for now, he would pick some new way to torture me, giving me, even more, nightmares. How I liked this man even a little was something I didn't know.

I expected to hit me, throw me against a wall, slice into me reopening my scars, something painful but then, he kissed me. Not on the lips, though, on the shoulder first, then the arm, waist. It didn't seem like he had a pattern and I realized what he was doing.

He's kissing my scars again...But I thought he was mad at me.

"J aren't you mad at me, don't you want to like..hurt me?"

He looked up from where he was kissing one of the largest scars that went over my belly button. There was a smile on his face and he started to laugh as he stood back up.

"Oh Darling I do, I want to dig a knife into your neck. But I won't, nothing that can scar you."

I looked up at him and shook my head, not believing the words that had left his mouth.

"but..."

My head snapped up as he started to speak again, I knew he wouldn't just let me go for what I did.

"I am going to punish you."

"How?"

~Slight smut warning~

Suddenly he ripped open the front of my bra, pinning my hands back up above my head. I completely flushed white as he did this, more scared then embarrassed by this point.

Is he going to rape me?

His fingers ran across my breast, stopping at my nipples as I watched his face. His eyes were focussed on my breast and he was smiling, his grill shining in the dim lighting that lit up his room. He took one of my nipples in between two fingers and squeezed it causing pain to go through me.

I squeaked slightly and he started to dig his nails into them, now looking at me to see my reactions. I cried out in pain as I felt warm liquid start to drip down my breasts and realized I was bleeding.

He stopped squeezing them and I sighed but as soon as I thought it was over, his mouth latched onto the nipple that was bleeding, sucking on it. But because of the open wound, it didn't feel pleasurable at all and I screamed out, his saliva feeling like acid.

I could feel him chuckle and found myself slipping from what I knew to be reality. It was the same as when he had been cutting me, the same feeling, but this time, I let it take over. I didn't want to experience this.

I sucked in a breath as I moaned and the joker unlatched from my nipple, making me look at him. I came back to reality but not totally, I could still feel a part of me that was in a happy place, and I didn't mind.

~end of small smut scene~

"Oh dear, don't tell me its already starting."

"W-whats already starting?"

"You're going mad."

I shook my head vigorously. It couldn't be true. I treated insane patients, I wasn't one of them. I refused to believe what he said was true. It just couldn't be, and anyways, he was insane, he didn't know what he was talking about.

"No, No my brain is just blocking this out."

"If you're brain was blocking it out then you wouldn't have moaned. You would've frozen up believe me, dear, I know."

"B-But, I'm not insane."

"No, not yet, But you're getting there. So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of, thought, heading for places where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit." (watch media)

He was getting in my head, I knew he was but somehow it made sense. My brain, it wasn't just blocking these things out, it was changing them as If I were hallucinating. Maybe I really was going mad. I sighed and looked up at him.

He was smiling and as he realized that I was excepting my madness he started to laugh, maniacally and somehow it made me laugh too. He stopped laughing and picked me up by my thighs, bringing me over to his bed. I went red thinking he had sexual intentions but all he did was sit me there as he went over to a closet, pulling some clothing out.

He threw them at me and I thanked him, sliding them on. There was an awkward silence and then the last person I wanted to see came barging in.

"Pud- What is she doing in here?"

Harley started to walk over to me, she looked upset and I quickly got up walking backwards with my hands up, I knew what she was capable of and I'd rather not loose an eye. She grabbed her bat from the end of his bed twirling it as I hit the wall. She continued walking, however until she had reached me and lifted her bat ready to hit me.

I closed my eyes, readying myself for the impact but nothing happened. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the joker standing next to me, his hand on the end of Harley's bat. He slid it out of her hands and her eyes widened realizing she was in trouble.

"Harley."

"Y-yes Mistah J?"

"Did I tell you to hit her with your bat?"

"W-Well no but uh-"

"Shut up. If I didn't tell you to do something, why would you even try it?"

"I-I'm sorry m-mistah J, I was ju-"

"save it Harley."

I watched as he got closer to her. Suddenly he swung the bat at full force and hit her in the side, she instantly fell to the ground holding her side. But he wasn't done, he lifted the bat over his head and brought it down again, and again, and again. Until Harley was a bloody mess on the ground bearly alive.

"Now, Don't ever, EVER get near her again."

He threw the bat and turned back to where I was shaking. He smiled and got closer to me but I ran out the door and to my room, not wanting to be his next victim.

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Okay so a lot of you liked the longer chapter and this is a little longer (about 200 words longer) then most chapters and I was planning on making it even longer then this but I thought this was a good place to end since I wanted the chapter to be mainly foccused around her and the Joker and her showing signs of loosing sanity. Also sorry if how I talk about loosing her sanity is a little weird but I mean...I don't know what its like so I'm not exactly sure how to like...word it. But yeah, I will continue to grow their relationship and shrink his and Harleys but I want to take it a little slower again. Sorry for me going back and force with that by the way. Like fast slow, fast slow, I'm just trying to figure out what works best.

But yeah, I meant to update earlier but at first I got stuck and had to scrap a lot of the original version of this chapter.

Also I don't think I've talked about this before but I saw the killing joke (which is the movie where the media is from) in theatres a few weeks back and it was really good. So if you havent seen it and like batman or the joker I would recomend it, even if like suicide squad just got you into the joker its still a good movie and I think a lot of you would like it so yeah.

Thats all.

BYE BYE