Upset the Established Order

Working all night on the requested paper Harley had made sure that every little detail sounded believeable. She had to make up some of it. She couldn't write about kissing the clown or straddling him. She knew enough about the other case studies on him to come up with something belivable. Rubbing her eyes the young Doctor knocked upon the heavy door that lead into Dr. Arkham's office.

"Come in." Dr. Arkham's deep voice echoed.

Opening the door to his office she would greet him with a smile. "Good Morning Dr. Arkham... Here is the paper you requested."

Dr. Arkham took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. "Have a seat." He said taking the papers from her.

She did as she was told gratfully taking a seat as she was still quite tired of weaving her web of lies and remembering all that she wrote.

Dr. Arkham milled over the papers for what seemed to Harleen like forever. "Well it seems like everything's in order. You'll be put back on Joker's case as soon as you're ready."

"I'm ready right now sir." She seemed eager to get back to work with him... Harley Had a hard time thinking of anything other then the Joker since she had left Arkham the day before.

Dr. Arkham glared at her a moment before he leaned forward and pushed a button on the desk. "Norton, Take Dr. Quinzell to see her patient please." He said before letting go of the button. "You've supplied your own audio recorder I'm taking?" He asked. They don't keep audio recorders on site. "And you will tell him that you are using it. We don't need anything for his mob lawyers to sue us with." He said.

"I have...." Harley nodded and placed a small digital recorder on the desk. "I understand the legal system Dr Arkham." She smirked and winked at him. "I watch a little Law and Order on my off time." It was almost said in a condescending manner.

Dr. Arkham glared at her a moment as an orderly came into the room.

"Norton, please escort Ms. Quinzell to cell number 0801"

Harleen nodded to Dr. Arkham. "Good day Doctor..." She grabbed the recorder and tucked it back away into her pocket as she was lead to her patient.

Joker looked up and hid his shock as Dr. Quinzell entered his cell.

"Good evening.... doctor."

"Good evening Mister Joker....." She was caught off guard with what she saw. He was no longer wearing the make-up. He almost looked like a normal human aside from the scars. "My don't you clean up nice Mister Joker." She smirked slightly and looked back to the guard as he placed a chair in the room for her.

Joker sat on the floor. The lack of grease paint was not his choosing. They had taken away his face paint and his cards along with his table and both chairs. All he had left was his cot. He looked almost.... angry as she mentioned his state.

She smirked slightly at the look od distain on his features. "Come on Mistah J. How bout a smile You're actually pretty cute without the makeup too." Harley teased him, She seated herself then withdrew the digital recorder holding slightly infront of her lips. Before hitting record she whispered to him. "You Answer my questions I'll make sure you get your paints and chairs back."

"Date Friday April 13th Time .... 3:30 PM Paitent Joker First session on recording. Mister Joker do you understand that this session will be recorded for Arkham Asylum records?"

Joker crossed his arms and leaned back against the frame of the cot, the metal digging into his flesh through the thin material. He licked his lips and said nothing.

Harley sat there waiting she would remain quiet as long as he would. She Looked to her watch then to him and then hit stop on the recorder and stood. "Alright Mister Joker Since it seems you enjoy not having your Make-up and you are not corperating there is no reason for me to be here or to do any favors for you."

"And why is it that I would trust you Miss. Quinn?" He asked.

"I'm not the one that went back on my word Mister Joker." She said folding her arms over her chest. "I did as you asked and you did not answer my question..."

"You went back on it the first time. You cheated me."

"No I toyed with you... You got your coffee..." She answered in a matter of fact tone.

Joker stayed silent for a few more moments. "I'll cooperate if you put the recorder away."

"I can't... Arkham is expecting notes..... I had to jump through a lot of hoops to make sure I remained on your case and that you remain unrestrained... So you owe me...." She answered placing a hand on her hip.

His gaze slowly lowered to where her hand was before catching himself and looking back up at her.

"Yes that's right, I'm missing half my cell and my grease paint cause of you and I owe you. Thank you... so much." He said sarcastically.

"Fine since you don't want to work with me I'll make sure that, your old Doctor is put back on your case... What was his name....?" Harley asked as she grabbed the chair and knocked upon the cell door to be let out. "I sure he you won't be able to talk him into giving you back your grease paint..."

"That uh.... little old man? Pfft.... I had him wrapped around my finger." He said. "Did they tell you why he left?"

"Can't say I care..." She gave him a fake smile then turned to the door as theguard opened it.

"Finished already Doctor?" He asked looking between Harleen and the Joker.

"No... Fetch me his Grease Paint please..." She instructed the guard.

"Sorry Ma'am We were instructed not to give it to him Orders of Doctor Arkham..." He replied keeping an eye on the madman behind her. Few people would keep their back turned to the Joker.

"Well... Jim.. You get me the paint... and I'll deal with Arkham." Harley gave him a suductive smile and ran her hands over the guards shoulders smoothing any wrinkles from the fabric. A smirk crept to her lips as the guard reluctantly went to fetch the Paint.

Joker moved up onto his cot and sat on the edge leaning back against the wall. "You're sneaky... and manipulative..." He smirked. "I think I like you."

"Good to know a Criminal Mastermind likes me.. I'll use that if I ever get into any trouble..." Harley said with a smirk. "I'll see to it your chairs are returned along with your cards...now.. Allow me to record this session Mister Joker... and I might give you something a little bit more entertaining then some stupid old cards."

Joker raised an eyebrow. "What could you possibly have that I'd want?" Joker asked putting his hands behind his head.

A soft laugh escaped her lips and she let her eyes wander around the cell. "I bet it gets aweful lonely for a guy in here..."

Joker's other eyebrow rose to meet his other one slightly interested. "You really aren't like the other doctors are you?" He asked.

"If you are honest with me I'll be honest with you...." She picked up the recorder and waved it from side to side. "Come on Mistah J.... I just need a little bit of information about you and .. Well... In the end we all win..."

"Fine... on one condition." He said smiling.

"Depends on the condition...." She returned the smile.

He licked his lips again. The motion seemed less frightening without the makeup. It seemed almost.... sexy.

"I want a preview." He said smirking.

"Hmm... Alright...." Harley tapped the door. "But not until after Jim-bo gets back... Can't have him walk in on anything."

Joker sighed and scratched his head before putting his hand back behind his head.

They didn't have to wait too long soo n the guard had returned and the Ziplock bag full of the Jokers grease paint was placed in their neatly along with a hair dye. Taking it from the guard Harley smiled sweetly and waved to the guard in a flirting manner. Without even looking she tossed the bag back to the Joker and shut the cell door before turning around to him. "Why don't you get yourself comfortable I'm not going anywhere..."

Joker put the makeup down on the bed and smiled at her. "It can wait."

She smirked slightly then moved toward him. "What if I told you I had a hard thing for clowns?"

"I'd be slightly offended that you don't like my face.... on the other hand be awfully amused that you like it." He said.

She moved toward him taking the bag from him, slipping out of her lab coat she slowly pulled one knee up and rested it just to the right of him and then moved fully onto the cot Straddling him. "Be amused then....." She whispered softly letting her hand reach into the bag and grabbed the white base paint.

Joker didn't move as he watched her straddle his hips. He was curious as to what she was doing.

Running her hands through his hair pulling those unrulely curls from his face giving her more then enough room to work. Harley tilted her head to the side and set the paint aside a moment then took his hands guiding them up over her taught tummy then over her breasts and back down. With the tips of her fingers she pulled the blouse up a bit and slid his hands under it. Pulling her hands away shetook hold of the paint once more and swirled the pads of her fingers over it gathering a good amount of the paint. Leaning forward she kissed his lips, her hand pressing lightly to his cheek and slowly slipping down over his chin.

Joker smiled against her lips as he moved his hands back to her hips before once again moving up to her pert breasts. He pulled back slightly and teasingly licked the tip of her nose with the tip of his tongue.

A small smirk curled the corner of her lips. She opened her eyes to look at him as she traced her fingers over his cheek once again taking great care in the appication. There was plenty of time and Activities upcoming to make it look messy.

Joker didn't move his face as she applied his grease paint. No one had ever done this for him before and it felt oddly.... erotic.

With the base almost completely on she drew her hand over his ear tracing it slightly as she pressed her cheek to his. She toyed with his earlobe then slid her cheek across his soher lips could pressagainst his ear kissing it softly she licked her lips and exhaled her breath warm against his ear as she nipped softly at his earlobe some of the grease paint rubbing off on her skin.

Joker moaned quietly and felt himself swell. Then a thought came back to him of what happened the day before. "You're not teasing me again are you?"

Harley smirked and licked his ear then whispered softly into it. "You'll have to wait and see...." She said in a sing-song tone. Drawing back she looked him over debating on what to apply next she looked to the bag and the red caught her eye. Grinding herself against his swelling cockshe applied the red to her own lips and pressed him back onto the cot her lips once more pressing firmly into his. Kissing him wildlyshe traced her hand down over his chest and under the elastic strap of his pants. Her fingers teasing and toying with his cock.

Joker moaned against her lips and moved his hips bringing his cock closer to her hand. He played with her breasts a little too hard but he didn't care.

She flinched a few times but did not stray away from his lips. Her hand closed around his cock. Her hand running over the warm throbbing flesh. Forcing a smile through her discomfort, Harley drug her lowerlip over his scars. The feel of the jagged flesh against her lip excited her all the more.

Joker loosened his hold on her a bit and brought his hand up to her face to bring her lips back to his.

Moaning softly into his lips Harley wrapped her free arm around his neck. She slid slightly off of him and broke from his kiss. Releasing his cock she brought both hands to pull the blouse she wore off. Harley smirked slightly as she looked down at him her hands tracing his chest and finally her fingers hooked the elastic of his pants and started pulling them off with once hand, the other pushed the thin prisioner scrub upward. Her lips kissing his chest and making her way down untill her lips brushed the tip of his cock. Her tongue playfully flicking it as well.

Joker moaned as he quickly removed his shirt. He moved his hand to her hair but didn't make any move other than that. Anything she did he wanted to be of her own free will.

She gripped his cock and circled the head slowly with her tongue. Looking up to him she wanted to see his expression as she took in his length the head of his cock scraping against her throat. She moaned deeply letting her fingers lightly rub over his chest.

Joker clenched his teeth as he suppressed a moan. He almost came right there just from that. It had been nearly a year... or has it been longer... since someone's touched him like that.

She could feel his muscles tighten at her touch. She held back a grin of triumph and focused her attention on pleasing him so she could get what she wanted. Harley's tongue pressed firmly against his cock flicking from side to side as she forced herself to take all of his length again.

Joker closed his eyes a moment before he looked down at her, her lips wrapped around his length.

lightly she drug her teeth over the underside of his cock. Taking him all in once more she withdrew him and soothed his cock with her tongue once more. Her lower lip slipped over the the head of his cock then lightly kissed his stomach. His throbbing buldge running against her soft mounds.

Joker growled slightly low in his throat and reached down to cup her breasts with his hands a moment before pinching the small nubs.

Gasping she bit her lip slowly making her way back to his lips kissing them she softly whispered. "Take me... I don't care if you tell me nothing but lies.... I need to feel you....." She near begged him. Licking her lips she opened her eyes slightly to look to him.

Joker pushed her back on the rim his foot hitting the rim of the cot the sound drowning out a small click as he ran his hand down her body. He moved over top of her and slipped her skirt up to her hips.

"Like going commando Doctor?" He asked smirking.

Closing her eyes she arched her back slightly at the feel of his hand. "Mm....Only if you do......" She spoke in a soft tone her hands moving down to his hand she drug her fingernails over the flesh biting her lip, she waited for him to act.

Joker moved his hand to her wet center. "You're just dripping." He said. "You really are excited about this. So tell me.... what excites you... me.... or my title? The knowledge that you're playing naughty with the notorious Joker."

"The danger..." Harley allowed a weak smile come to her lips. "I don't know what you'll do to me... and I don't care..... I'm only here because you amaze me..... I want to know what you'll do next how you'll do it.... and I want to see you work..... " She had a new presens about her. She was no longer trying to act like a professional doctor. Her darker side was seaping through, this little girl was clearly not as sweet and innocent as she let on.

"You find me dangerous?" He asked. "Yet you're still letting me touch you?" He asked sliding his finger down her wet cleft.

"I enjoy it..." She smirked slightly. "You can't tell me that the danger isn't fun for you... If it wasn't you wouldn't be in the job you are in.."

"Not many people call it a job." He said as he pushed his middle finger into her.

Her eyes closed feeling his finger in her. licking her lips Harley placed her arms around his neck. "Yeah well not everyone would ever think about doing this with you either..."

Joker pulled his finger out of her and moved his hands to pull her skirt off. He moved up kissing his way up her leg to her hip up her stomach as he slowly removed her shirt. Once the shirt was thrown to the ground he pulled her bra down so it was under both her breasts. He took a pert nipple into his mouth playing with the nub with his tongue.

Harley tilted her head slightly to the side watching him. Her fingers slid through his curls. It was hard for her to suppress her moans. "Most ... normal people would run away from you..."

Joker kissed his way back down spreading her legs leaving her fully exposed to him. He ran his finger down her slit once again entering a finger into her. He thrust his finger slowly in and out of her a few moments before adding another finger.

"Ooh.. Joker..." She leaned her head back. Harley's hand slowly slid down his neck and over his shoulders her fingers feeling the scars over his shoulders and on his back. This raised more quistions that he would more then likely not answer.

Joker smiled. She was moaning for him and he hadn't even started yet. He moved a little farther down and pulled his fingers out replacing it with his tongue.

pulling in a sharp breath Harley shivered slgihtly as his tongue probed around inside of her.one hand falling to the cot and her hand gripping and twisting that course blanket.

Joker continued to lick her as he entered a finger into her again. He moved his tongue up as he entered another finger again and licked her clit before nipping it gently.

Opening her eyes she looked to the ceiling running her foot up his side. One hand remained in his hair. "Oh Yes......" She uttered softly.

"You like this?" He asked moving back up her body. He slipped his fingers in and out of her before pulling them out. He kissed her soundly before she had a chance to answer. He rubbed his swollen cock against her. "Do you want me?" He asked her.

"I want you..." She answered slowly she tried to press herself against him more wanting to feel his cock fill her completely. "Just Fuck me..."

Joker rubbed himself against her again. "I don't know.... I don't think you want it quite bad enough... I don't think it's me you want..." He laughed. "Am I just convenient at the moment."

Her body ached at his teasing her hand gripped his hair tightly and pulled him to her. Her lips pressing hard against his and her tongue ran over his lips before she bit softly upon his lip. She pulled back a bit and whispered against his lips. "You want it as bad as I do....."

"I wanna hear you say it. Say it's me you want." He said.

She grit her teeth and tightened her hold on his hair pulling it hard she growled in a desperate way. "I want you Mistah J...."

Joker grinned and pushed the head of his large cock into her but didn't move any farther. He pulled it out and pushed it back in again.

"Uuugh Stop teasing!" She groaned in annoyance. She pressed herself against him wanting to feel more. "Please.... .."

Joker pulled out of her before slamming his cock all the way in.

"Ahh! Yes!" She growled and arched her back more feeling a bit of discomfort from his girth.

Joker groaned. "You surprise me Quinn." He said. "Thought you'd be looser than you are." He moved inside her. "Not that I'm complaining."

"I.. Thought you would be smaller then you are so ... we are both Surprised..." She shot back at him and smirked slightly pushing herself up she pressed her lips against his.

Joker thrust into her hard as if trying to prove to her how small he wasn't. He slipped his tongue into her mouth. "Fuck, you feel so good around my cock."

Harley couldn't hold back her moans anymore. It had been a long time since she didn't have to fake being pleasured. To get what she wanted from men often called for this and almost all she had no disire other then personal gain.

Joker held himself over, one hand on the thin mattress the other gripping the edge of the bed frame. He slammed his cock into her over and over not so much caring about her pleasure so much as seeking his own release.

with each rough thrust he hit her with the more she sratched at his back softly dragging her nails over the scarred flesh, her hips thrusting up against him. Wincing everynow and then at the force they hit each other with.

Joker moaned as she clenched around him. "Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum soon." He groaned.

She couldn't help but faulter slightly and raise a brow. She moved her handsinto his hair holding him against her tightly. "Mmme Yes... Fuck me Harder Mistah J!" She kept it all in stride. She really couldn't blame him he was after all cooped up in here.

Joker ran his hand down her body to her hip before moving it to her clit rubbing it with his thumb.

She started panting softly, she forced her lips into his. Shifting her hips she could feel her own orgasm nearing as her muscles started to tighten.

Joker kissed her harshly before moving down to her jaw and biting her soft skin.

She groaned moving against him and pressing herclit hard against his finger. Harley smiled at his nibbles and swallowed hard. "Mmm Mistah J... YES!" She called out as her body released her fluids and her muscles spazimed and her fingernails scraped across his back.

Joker cried out as she racked her nails down his back causing long red raised lines to form. He thrust into her one last time and cam harshly inside her.

Harley laid her hands softly on his back closing her eyes and breathing heavily.

"Did you get what you wanted doctor?" Joker asked.

"Part...." Harley said then traced her fingers up and back through his greasy curls.

"Well what is it you want?" Joker asked turning over and laying on the cot.

"Answers...." Harley answered moving her hands through her hair fixing any unrulely strands. She looked back to him and then gathered her clothing. The way she moved about the room would almost give the sense that they had been doing this for years.

"Hard to give you answers to questions I don't know." He said sitting up and leaning against the wall.

"Well I figured I would just let you talk about what you want...." Harley pulled her top on brushing the wrinkles from it then looked to him. "Since structured conversation doesn't work well with you... maybe this is a better way.."

"What just sitting her and hoping I'll uh... spill my guts out to ya? That'll be real effective." He said sarcastically.

"No, I know you won't spill your guts.. You can tell a lot about a person on how they start a discussion." Harley said with a sigh "Fine then.....Joker... " She maulled it over as she pushed up off the cot and just to be condisending she asked. "What's your Favorite color?"

Joker stared at her a moment before raising an eyebrow. "Green.... or blood red depending on my mood." He said smirking.

Then why do you wear purple?" She asked seating herself across from him in the chair.

"Because I can." He said smirking at the annoyed expression on her face as she finished dressing and sat down in a chair in front of him. She pulled out the recorder and hit the record button. Joker laughed. "Because it was my little sister favorite colour. Every time I had a date, before I had these anyway.... She'd always tell me to wear my purple dress shirt cause she said I looked the best in it."

"I thought you were a small child when you got those..." She asked him looking to the recorder.

Joker shook his head. "No I was older already."

She raised a brow slightly not really believing him. "Tell me about your sister..."

"What does she have to do with this?" He asked.

"Maybe nothing... Maybe everything..." Harley said

Leaning forward she rested her hands on her knees. "What is her name?"

Joker glared at her for many moments before finally answering. "Her name was Katie."

"Was..." Harley could have squealed with delight the information she was telling him. "What happened to her?"

"It doesn't matter." He said simply.

"Oh course not... The death of a sibling more then likely was nothing to you... nothing more then wind, here for a moment and gone..." Harley said acting quite innocent about it.

Joker's eyes narrowed in anger but he said nothing as he pulled up his pants but left his shirt removed.

"Was it your fault?" Harley asked leaning back in the chair her eyes never left him.

"No." He said. She could tell he was getting angry but wanted to know more.

"Was she sick?" Harley was unphased by his angered look.

"No." He said simply.

She would continue on with the questions her eyes still never left him. "How old was she?"

"This session is over!" He said getting up from the cot and advancing on her.

She held up the recorder and turned it off. "What happened to her Joker... This will stay between you and I..... No reports to The Boss about this... Nothing....." She stood and placed the recorder in her pocket. "Sit back down, Please....."

Joker took the recorder from her and once again hit record. "Anything.... that happened to my sister.... is for me to know... and me alone! It is not any of your business nor is it anyone else's business." He stood so close to her his nose nearly touched hers. "Got it?!"

Harley smirked snatching the recorder from his hands and turned it back off. "You're cute when you're mad....." Harley laughed then turned away. "Now put your shirt on."

Joker's expression was pure anger. He grabbed her and pinned her against the chair. "You.... are going to tell me what to do?" He asked.

"I'm leaving the guard has to open the door." She growled through the pain he was causing her. "But... If you want me to ... I'll just have to stay untill you put it on... and trust me... I think you look better without But We've already raised too many Eyebrows..."

"Yes cause me not wearing a shirt in my own cell is going to raise so many questions." Joker said sarcastically. "Just leave." He said letting her go.

"You know deep down... You are an idiot..." she pounded on the door. "Goodbye Joker.." The cell door was soon pulled open and Harley stepped out.

Joker raised an eyebrow taking the insult in stride.... for now.