Love you to death,baby

A year after the night they had met, Joker and Harleen were still just as intrigued with one another. She knew the world perceived him as a monster but she didn’t, she cared for him and she knew he did for her. He had taken her in, away from her shitty life and invited her into his.



She had her own room and could go wherever she wanted in the joker’s hideout, except his room, she wasn’t allowed in there yet.



“When you’re older Harley” he told her with a glint in his dark eyes.



The joker was often busy with mobsters and thinking of wonderful plans that usually involved explosives. She sometimes helped him with plans and gave him ideas. Although she was only young the joker noticed she had a wonderfully dark and interesting mind and he loved to warp her even more.





It was had been on her 14th birthday when he had brought her, her first knife. She had been thrilled.



“But that’s only the first part of the present” the joker had said.



“There’s more” Harley had asked big green eyes gleaming with excitement.



“Yes, I’m gonna show you how to use it” he said licking his lips.



“Oh yes please” she giggled eagerly.



“Well, first a simple lesson, I’ll show you how to make a cut, now lie on your bed” he instructed. She raised an eyebrow but did as he said.



The joker leaned over her and rolled up her shirt slightly exposing her flat tummy.



“Now first I’ll show you” he said and took the knife and slowly placed it against her skin.



She started breathing quickly but she trusted enough to let him and lay still as he cut slowly across her stomach.



She let out a small yelp, it was only a fairly shallow cut but it still hurt.



“Shh, shh baby” he said softly as he finished the incision.



“That wasn’t so bad was it?” he smiled.



She shook her head



“One more” he said and she braced herself.



This time he cut just above her left breast, she was already bordering on a c-cup. This time she moaned in pleasure instead of pain enjoying the cold metal slicing her skin. The joker licked his lips as he watched the bright red spill from her wound and trickle down her soft skin and stain her white shirt. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking the thoughts he was thinking about a girl so young but he couldn’t help thinking them. She was so...delicious.



He couldn’t help leaning down and lapping some of the blood from her wound. She let out a surprised little gasp but seemed to enjoy it. When he pulled away he licked her blood of his lips, he managed to restrain himself from doing anything more.



“Your turn” he nodded handing her the knife.



She gripped it happily waiting for instructions.



“Now so the same” he said rolling up his shirt sleeve revealing the top part of his muscular arms.



She placed the knife against his arm and dug in dragging the glinting blade across, smiling when the blood spilled out. The joker didn’t even flinch when she cut into him; he was pretty much used to pain.



He opened his shirt revealing his tanned, strong torso and she let her eyes run quickly over him. He had a nice physique, she found the joker odly attractive, but her naive mind never really thought about sex, she wasn’t ready for anything like that, plus she knew he only saw her as a little girl. Or she thought, she had no idea the lusty things that came into his mind when he looked at her young, supple body.



“Come on Harl” he encouraged



She smiled and dragged the knife across his torso, the cut was quite deep and his blood poured from the wound.



He let out a hiss this time a mix of pain and pleasure. The joker ran his finger over his wound and touched Harleen’s lips. She sat still as he drew a smile on her face with his blood.



“Perfect but that’s enough practise” he grinned kissing her cheek with his blood stained mouth. She giggled happily.



“Ah, but were not done yet my little clown princess” he chuckled stroking her soft, dark hair.



“Were not?” she said



“No”



“What’s next Mista Joker?” she asked, clueless.



He said nothing but smiled at her as he jabbed the syringe into her leg, the liquid flooded through her veins and she fell back on the bed in a deep sleep.







Harleen opened her eyes, not that it made much difference. She was in a dark room, her feet were chained together. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark she saw a dead body a few feet from her. A look of disgust crossed her face and she backed away from it.



“MISTA J!” she shouted desperate and a little pissed off.



“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! LET ME OUT!” she yelled, but she soon realised her yelling was pointless. She felt around the floor for a key or some way of getting free, instead she found a tape recorder.



She pressed the play button and listened anxiously, she heard the joker’s voice.



“Don’t be scared Harleen sweetie, this is just a little game, a test if you will to see if you’re really worthy of that knife, worthy of my time” he started giggling every now and again. She clutched the recorder angrily, the joker had been nothing but kind to her for the past year and now suddenly he was playing sick games with her and locking her in rooms with fucking corpses.



“The game is simple, find the key, unlock your chains and the door will open, can you do it? I will give you a clue to where the key is, a few feet in front of you!” his voice said before he exploded into mad laughter and the voice clip went dead.





Harleen’s eyes drifted up to the body that was a few feet in front of her. Surely the sick fuck hadn’t put it where she thought he had. She crawled foward and knelt next to the corpse. She examined his body, when she lifted his shirt she saw a large question mark painted on the man’s stomach. Oh god he had.



She felt in her pocket and pulled out her knife, her birthday present.



Harleen started to panic her hands were shaking violently, she braced herself and plunged the knife in. She gasped in disgust as it sunk in, but she knew she had to do it. With her shaking hand she shut her eyes and dragged the knife down quickly cutting his stomach open, just as she did the man’s eyes popped open and he let out a terrible scream.



She screamed in horror, it was bad enough cutting open a dead man but he was alive. She started crying as he screamed but she knew she had to do it as she stared at the man whose eyes were wide open and filled with terror and pain. She clenched her teeth together and slit his throat, and plunged her hand inside his stomach.



She was shaking all over up to her wrists in blood. It was disgusting, she could feel his organs every part of his insides. Then she felt it, a small piece of cold metal. She let out a gasp of relief and yanked her hand out of him with the tiny key in her hand.



She sat shivering clenching it in her palm sobbing for a few seconds before she slotted it into the lock, dropping it once because her hand was quivering so violently. She finally managed to twist it round in the key hole and the chains opened and fell off, clanging as the heavy metal fell to the concrete floor.



When the chains opened the door unlocked. She ran as fast as she could to the door, turning back once to look at the body, but it turned her stomach and burned her conscience. She burst out the door panting heavily, tears streaming down her face.



Stood outside the door was the joker, he was smiling widely and clapping. She glared at him “You sick fuck!” she spluttered out before she collapsed to the floor in shock. But before her body could hit the ground joker caught her in his arms holding her up.



“Look who’s talking” he chuckled. She angrily tried to push him away but was to weak to do anything and he simply hugged her close to him, he was the only thing stopping her from collapsing.



“Shut up” she snarled still shaking, her legs were so weak she could hardly stand.



“Aw, don’t be angry Harley, you passed!” he smiled holding her tighter.



“I did” she said blankly, how could he make her do that.



“Sorry Harley but I had to do it; I had to see if you could handle it, if you were good enough”



“Good enough for what?” she asked



“To be my little assistant, and you didn’t disappoint” he chuckled fondly, she had done very well.



A smug smile formed on her lips she had pleased the joker and that felt good, she wanted to please him.



“Trust me the next time will be enjoyable” he said



“Do you enjoy it?” she asked still in his arms



“yes, there are only two ways to deal with pain in this life Harley, you can smile and you can take out your pain on others, I find both methods work very well, I mean look at me I’m always smiling!” he said as they both started laughing.



“And that’s your second birthday present”



“What is?” she asked confused



“The gift of laughter” he chuckled smiling down at her, the smile he had drawn on her lips with his blood

earlier was still there, it suited her, one day he’d make it permanent.





“Best birthday present ever” she giggled, smiling back.