Insane Infatuation

By: Thomas Shiff and Co Writter Insanely Nutso

"You know which room he's in I presume?"

"Yes Sir I do indeed." Her boss nodded slowly at her, she seemed so eager to meet the man. Out of all the people she could have chosen to treat, it was this one. The most dangerous of them all.

"Alright then, be careful. He's very manipulative, don't let him make you change how you think. He's a hard one." She nodded and walked away barely containing her enthusiasm.
Harley Quinn, excited at her job, her opportunity walked down the halls of Arkham holding a clipboard and a black pen tucked behind her ear. Today she was to meet Him. That man who had so taken her interest. She nervously tapped her fingers against the thick concrete walls that lead to the various crazies kept within its walls.

Peering into one room she found a man banging his head against the wall endlessly. Shaking her head she continued along to Him. The only patient she wanted to see. Looking inside the door window she saw him sitting calmly facing the wall.

He couldn't be that scary, could he?

Joker didn't even look at her as a smile spread across his face accenting his Glasgow smile. He turned his head and slowly faced her, his smile plastered on his face.

She turned and locked the door behind her, suppressing her excitement and trying to make herself and her attitude as clinical as possible. Straightening her hair she looked at him and jumped slightly. He was grinning, grinning straight at her with that ...that smile.

"Well hello beautiful." He said licking his lips. He normally would have brushed his hair out of his face when he said that but the straight jacket he was held in restrained him, his green hair hanging loosely in his face.

Harley looked up and suppressed a giggle. His eyes were so dark, he looked like the embodiment of a horror novel clown. His face always smiling but those eyes piercing straight through her with an understanding she'd never know.
"Good afternoon Mr...well, lets see, what do you want to be called in our sessions?" She took a seat opposite him and took note he was in a strait jacket but his feet were loose.

"Joker." He said flatly.

"Erm, well then Mr. Joker, why don't we discuss how you got yourself in here? " She shuffled the papers and put the tip of her pen, trailing ink in an elaborate J.

Joker licked his lips and looked off to the side before looking at her. "Well then Mrs....." He paused not knowing what to call her.

"Um, Quinzel, and its Miss." it was her turn to look away before bringing her eyes back to the bight green hair. That would need dying soon, the regrowth already seeping up from his head.

"Hmmm..... Miss. Quinzel." Joker said leaning forward. "Let me ask YOU a question." He said smiling. "Why me?"

Taken by surprise she answered quite stilted as she spun a lie "I was assigned to you" she blurted out quickly. "Thats all." Avoiding eye contact and licking her dry lips she looked instead at his strait jacket, not sure at all if that would stop anything if Joker wanted to move.

Joker licked the side of his mouth and sat back in his chair. "You know what I hate Miss. Quinn?" He asked abbreviating her last name. "I hate liars."

"Sir?" She wiped a bead of sweat rolling down her face. It was hot in here, was the air conditioning not working or something? "Lets get back to you Mr Joker."

Joker raised his eyebrows and waited for her to continue.

"Well, why did you do what you did to get yourself in here of all places?" She crossed and uncrossed her legs staring at the man who had intrigued her for so long.

Joker licked the inside of lip making a small smacking noise and looked up before licking the side of his mouth again removing the saliva escaping from the scars.

"Well I would have chosen better accommodations...." He said. "If I had the choice." He smirked at her sarcastically.

Harley frowned and continued

"You know what i mean Mr. Joker. What did you do to get yourself in here?" She looked into his eyes to avoid the smile. That was when she was caught.

He stared at her a few moments. "You want answers? Ask the write questions." He said. "You know what I've done.... it's in my file.... I'm sure you've seen the news during my uh.... reign of terror." He said with a laugh. "You want to know why." He told her. "My answer to that is.... Why not?"

She nodded in agreement. Why not indeed.
"I know its in your file. But I want you to tell me what happened the way you see it. Everything you did I want to know why. I want to understand you Joker. So we can get you out and help you."

Joker laughed histarically almost falling back in his chair. He leaned forward still laughing. "You want to understand me?" He asked laughing even harder.

She blushed and shook her head.

"Ok, well try and understand you. Since you've nothing else to do here you may as well talk. You can't talk to anyone else but me now. So lets go, i mean, what do you have to lose? You'll be here for a very long time."

Joker stopped laughing and stared at her blankly. "I'll tell you what..." He said smiling. "You do something for me." He said. "And I'll answer a question."

She thought about his offer, already he had tried for a stake in the power play when he had nothing to trade but to help himself. But Harley thought this may work if Joker thought he was in control. The only problem was not to lose herself in the power play.

"Alright Joker. I'll think about it. You know what the question is, what do you want? You can't leave this room. I can't arrange anything extreme."

"I'm well aware of what you can and cannot do... I will never request anything I believe is out of your ability." He said with a smirk.

She nodded and laughed nervously.
"Yes, I'm sure you are. So what do you want to trade for telling me why you did what you did?" She bit on the end of her pen, slowly traveling through the plastic.

"Un... restrain me." He said slowly.

A strange sort of thrill went down her spine, goosebumps rising up on her arms. The way he cocked his head to the side, the slow delivery of his single demand. But still she deliberated. Alone in a sound proof room with a very dangerous criminal. But, he didn't look that scary, and security would catch him before he went. The door was locked with a code.....
"Alright." She got up, the hairs on the back of neck telling her He was watching as she walked behind him to undo the buckles that kept him in a material shell.

Joker smirked. God she was so stupid. He'd manipulate her.... just like he did to everyone else. She'd be so simple. He laughed quietly. Maybe if he played his cards right..... yes..... He laughed again.

Harley couldn't help but have the forbearing feeling in her back. Something wasn't right. She argued with herself
He isn't going any where and this way you get your answers
But at what cost?

Shut up, its the right thing to do, he's just misunderstood, this will help us understand him
This is a bad idea.

She pulled the top buckle, one hand on his warm shoulder, the other tugging hard to release. Then the second and one more buckle till the Joker would be loose in hi cell. As she tugged it loose she immediately felt a pang of regret.

As the last buckle came loose the Joker stood, the white material sliding down his arms falling to the floor. Underneath he wore a simple white long sleeved shirt to match his plane white pants. It looked odd with his white makeup.

They don't allow material objects into the asylum, but Joker had proceeded to act violently both against the employees, his fellow inmates as well as towards himself screaming that he demanded to have his face back. No one could get near him even to medicate him, so they had given into the request.

He now stood slightly hunched in the middle of the room the material of the straight jacket pooled at his feet.

Harley looked down at the jacket and slowly looked up past the uniform issue pants and shirt to his face, still made up. She remembered when he chucked the huge tantrum that enabled him to keep the paint. One employee went to hospital and never came back to work at the asylum.

"You have what you want now Joker. So now you gotta answer my question. You sit there." She pointed to the chair, refusing to sit down till he did.

She didn't feel right. Harley already wanted to take it back, but she knew that if she could have done it over again, she still would have freed him. There was just something about him, that was trustworthy, she desperately wanted to believe there was hope for him to get out of his dingy cell.

Joker stood up straight and stood directly in front of her, towering over her by a good head at the least.

He smiled at her his big toothy yellow grin before sitting in the chair.

The flutter in her stomach that started when he smiled calmed down a little more when he sat down. She crossed her legs and leaned forward.

"So, now are you going to talk Joker? We had a deal you know. A question for a favour."

"Was that you're question?" He asked looking at his nails. "You should pick them wisely." He said. "You only get one answer per favor." He crossed his legs and looked to her, his hand still up where it was.

She shook her head flustered.
"No, no thats not it at all. Thats not fair. The question was Why did you do what you did? Can you answer that please?"

He put his hand into his lap and smirked at her. "That was two questions." He said. "Though I'm not stupid I'll answer the one I know you want answered." He paused and leaned forward. "Pick you're choice really." He said. "Because I can.... because I want to.... because I was bored." He shrugged. "Like I said..... why not?"

"I don't think thats all there is to it. I think there is something else. Where did you get those scars from Joker?" Harley felt foolish as she looked at them, the urge to touch them almost overwhelming but she refrained. He could easily grab her wrists. He could easily kill her already but she thought that maybe touching him would be going a little too far.

Joker licked his lips very.... unnecessarily..... slow. He smirked at her. "That's another question Mrs..... Miss. Quinn."

Harley nodded slowly.
"Yes Joker. I know. Answer my question and I'll give you your favour. I can get you food from outside, whatever you want." She penciled in another few markings and kept her eyes on the board refusing to look at him.

"I told you that's not how this worked." Joker said. "You do ME a favor..... and I will answer you're question."

"Fine. Answer the question then name your price." She struggled to hold her ground in the power play. Technically he should have nothing over her since she held the code to his cell but he managed to twist it to something completely different.

He leaned forward and raised an eyebrow. "I know you're not that stupid Miss. Quinn." He said. "I have told you the rules of engagement and you will follow them. That is.... if you want your answers."

Harley nodded already subdued by the dominant personality.
"Alright then. What. Do. You. Want?" She let the pauses between the words sink in to him as well as herself. If her superiors knew what she was doing, they would sack her.

He leaned back once again and gave her a once over. "Why don't I let YOU pick this favor." He said smirking. "You can do what ever you want."

"Well, what is it that you want from me? There is no point say in me getting you coffee if, say, you don't want it." She bit the end of pen and looked up at him. "Now is there?"

Joker moved back in his chair sitting completely upright and held onto the seat of the chair between his legs. "You know...." He paused and thought about how he wanted to approach this. "When I was little...." He stopped. "No.... not little..... Younger..... yes definitely younger. My mother always told me.... that a kiss freely given was much better than a kiss taken by force." He looked up at Harley. "If you kiss me..... and make me believe you wanted to do it..... that I wasn't making you." He smirked. "I'll tell you how I got these scars."

Harley's mouth went dry and she blushes, scratching her head to try and hide it. Did he know? How could he know? She'd dreamed of this for so long. Of course she had to refuse. There had to be a rule against patients and employees. But what she was doing wasn't exactly orthodox. She turned back to him and quietly asked "Where?"

He smirked and laughed. "Well I'd say in my pants but I'm not that forward." He said laughing at his own joke. "Kiss me.... on the lips.... make me believe you where doing it of your own free will...... that's all I ask."

Sitting on the edge of her chair already she placed the clipboard on the floor and debated once more with herself. How much did she want this answer? How much did she truly want to understand the Joker? She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and stood up, shuffling slowly over to him.
One part, clearly the weaker, was shouting at her to run far far away and never return. The stronger, darker curious side pushed her on, closer to the strange persona that was The Joker.
"Thats all right? Just one kiss? And then you tell me all about it. Everything?" Not waiting for his answer she bent down, closed her eyes and putting her hands on the arms of his chair to balance herself.

Warm breath. Dy lips meeting moist. The terrible hotness that emanated from the man she had dreamed of meeting, kissing.....her breath hitched in her throat as tingles flooded down her spine.

Joker stared at her as she pulled back away from him. "Hmm.... surely you can do better than that." He said smirking. "You kiss your boyfriend like that?"

Harley sat back on her chair, mumbling quietly
"I don't have one." regaining her composure she sat up a little straighter. "I gave you your kiss, now you give me my answer."

Joker sat back in his chair. "I believe the deal was to make me believe it..... but fine.... I will answer your question." He said. "When I was younger.... sixteen I think..... I was in love with this girl. Her name was...." He paused trying to remember her name. "Chastity." He thought a moment longer. "Yes.... Chastity. I went to school with her, and we worked together." He looked up trying to recall the event even though he remembered it like yesterday. "I had.... finally gained the courage to ask her out. And she said yes..."

Harley felt a pang of..what was it...jealousy? She couldn't possibly envy Joker's girlfriend. How ridiculous. She nodded and scribbled a summary down, watching his facial expression, watching for his snap temper to break.

"See..... what I didn't know..... was that she already had a boyfriend. Now.... he didn't want to go to the dance with her. Which is why she said yes to me." He paused and stood up out of his chair. "He showed up at the dance. She told him to... back off and he did. After the dance..... she asked me to walk her home.... and...." He paused once again, closing his eyes. "She kissed me." He said. "That's all she did. Her boyfriend saw..." He turned to her once again. "Needless to say he didn't like that.... not.... one..... bit....." He laughed slightly before continuing his story. "So.... he came up... and he hit me... I tried running. He.... came up behind me." He said as he slowly walked around behind Harley. He put his hands on her shoulders. "He took a think wire, put it around me, right in my mouth." He put his hands in a motion as if he where holding a wire to Harley's mouth. He was so close to her that he could smell her hair. She smelled of strawberries and cinnamon.

"He... pulled...." He said licking his lips. "Pulled the wire... right through my flesh....." He laughed. "He said.... That I was too.... sarcastic..... that I was a natural joker.... he said he didn't like that..... didn't like me being with his girl..." He pulled back away from her. "So.... he did this...... as ah uh...... assurance..... that no girl will EVER.... want me ever again!"

Harley raised her fingers to touch her mouth, her cheeks as he shifted away. As if her flesh too was suddenly mutilated and destroyed. She felt the muscles in her mouth move as she whispered words beneath her breath after he left.
"Not true, i want you."
The heat, the intense heat as he stood behind her.
She knew she should have got up and moved away, so she wasn't so vulnerable, but the warmth. Frozen in her chair, paralyzed, intoxicated with the close proximity of the dangerous criminal hovering no more than an inch behind her. His breath infiltrating the individual strands of hair oh her head as he in took his breath to continue. She shivered as he placed his hands at her mouth, the whole experience so much more real, so much more horrifying as he relived the tale in the flesh.

When he moved away, coming to the end of the birth of Joker she felt the coolness drift across her back as the air conditioning kicked in finally. She shivered again and shook her head to clear it, recognizing she was in a dangerous daze. Looking down at her clipboard all she saw were the first few words and a curved line, a crude scribble of the smile the Joker wore. Rubbing it Harley turned and looked to the Joker, struggling to find her voice, as if the mere sound of her would break the spell that He had over the room.

Joker sat back down in his chair and smiled. "Got the answer you wanted?" He asked his hands resting loosely on his knees.

She nodded mutely, watching him, feeling suddenly too far away from The Joker despite him sitting so close that their knees almost touched. Even the hum of the faulty air conditioner stopped.

Silence.

Harley looked at his smile and returned the gesture.
"Thank you. I have another question. When do you think you will be able to act normal enough to leave?" She leaned forward eager for him to speak again. The low voice that held so much power trilled her.

He leaned forwards resting his elbows hard on his knees, his nose almost touching hers. "Never." He said quietly. The sound of his voice almost menacing.

Harley couldn't help herself, he was so close to her, and staring straight into her eyes. She turned her head slightly, leaned another centimeter forward and......kissed him. A criminal, a psychopathic criminal. but she understood, he had told her and she knew why. When that had happened to him, why not blow things up, why not needlessly mutilate others like he was mutilated. She tasted the bitter, dry taste of his white face paint and boldly reached a hand to touch his face.

He deepened the kiss but grabbed onto her wrist to stop her from touching his face. He gripped it hard bruising the flesh of her wrist as he slipped his tongue past his lips to brush against hers.

Wincing as his fingers sunk into her wrist she couldn't help but respond more. The pain only an incentive to carry on further, to push harder, to be closer to Him. One knee between his she couldn't be closer unless she physically moved onto his lap or sat in his chair. Her breath catching in her throat as her whole body tingled, settling between her legs. A slow burning that strengthened as he tightened his grip.

Joker groaned in agitation as he nudged at her lips again with his tongue once again.

Tentatively she licked at his tongue, a strange sort of dance, soft, slow, sensual and exhilarating. Harley bit his lip softly tilting her head to the side.

He let go of her wrist and moved along her arm, along her white coat to her shoulder before searching lower as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He groaned as she bit his lip and smiled against the kiss as he took her breast into his hand.

The warm hand traveling up her arm gave her shivers as she put her own hands on his chest, the rough material of the Arkham Issue uniform for patients. He was hot, so hot, all of him emanated power through pure body heat. She leaned further in, responding to his groan with a mewl of her own as his hand ventured to her breast.

It had been such a long time since he's had a woman, he didn't even care about the video servailense cameras in the room as he pulled her closer to him.

Everything went out of her brain as she slipped off her chair to kneel between his legs on the floor, her hands draped around his neck scratching patterns into his back through the scratchy cotton.

He could feel himself swell against the white material of his pants and kneeded her breast harder moving his lips down to her neck.

Harley trailed her hands down his chest to rest on his thighs, pushing down to raise herself up that little bit more. Tilting her head to the side, offering her neck in a primal submissive action. His breath curling round her neck like a noose pulling her willingly further to him.

He moved forward on the chair and gently rubbed his swelling erection against her hip through the thin material. There wasn't much keeping him from her.

Harley mewled and pressed against him, all thoughts that this was totally unethical and that there would be video footage forgotten.

He slipped her jacket open and slid his hand under her shirt feeling the black lacey bra underneath. He ran his tongue along her neck before breathing cool air against the wet serface.

Shivering at the cold air she felt a new wave of goosebumps settle over her skin. Shrugging the jacket off without her hands leaving his thighs and peeked up at his face which seemed to be lost in some other world., His eyes on her but strangely unfocused, like he wasn't looking at her but past her with great concentration. Her own eyes, she guessed, would be just as glazed as she alllowed a mass murdering clown to touch her so intimately.

He pulled her jacket off and quickly removed her shirt. He pulled down the black bra so it rested under her large breasts and took one pert nipple into his mouth.

The air conditioner kicked back in, sending a hum to fill the silence in the room. Putting the majority of her weight on his knees she hissed and dug her nails into his thighs, looking into the mass of green hair, the blonde underneath starting to show through.

Joker moaned as she dug her nails into him leaving little cressent moons under the white fabric. He felt himself become harder at the small pain. "Touch me." He begged.

Her eyes trailed from his face down the shirt and settled at his crotch. Her mouth went dry as she rubbed her hands from his thighs up, up to the where the flesh turned from softer to much much harder. One tentative hand circled softly the bulge, pressing harder as the tingling grew more intense.

Joker groaned and moved against her hand.

Harley untied the drawstring of the pants and pulled them down slightly, confronted with a large thing reaching up for her touch. She delved her hands into the pants and cradled it. Hand curled around the base almost instintively and started stroking.

Joker moaned and leaned back in his chair as she stroked his thick hard cock. He looked to her and saw that his red makeup had rubbed off onto her lips smeared on her face.

Crawling a little closer she stroked it a little more till clear droplets of fluid collected at the tip. With a strange urge which she didn't resist she leant forward and licked it up, savouring the salty taste. She blew cold air on it before placing it in her mouth, lips in the ridge below the head.

Joker moaned and threaded his fingers through her hair. "You like the way I taste?" He asked with a small laugh.

She nodded shyly, not taking it out of her mouth. Deciding intead to licked in a feline style, still kneeling in between his knees.

Joker watched her a satisfied smirk on his face. He wanted to tease her though. "Oh come now... surely you can do better than that."

Harley nodded, of course she could, all she wanted to do now was please him. He deserved it, after all that he had been through. She tried to put a little more in, but she wasn't sure how far it would go. Her mouth was already so full.

Joker held the back of her head and pushed his cock further into her mouth hitting the back of her throat.

Gagging she dug her nails into his thighs trying to push herself off him, off and away but he had gravity and strength on his side. The harder she pushed away, the harder he pressed down. Her eyes watering already, tears trickling down her face.

He moaned as her throat viberated against his head. He let her go a smirk on his face.

"Did you honestly expect me to be gentle?" He asked with a laugh.

Harley coughed till she felt liuke she was going to throw up but calmed down and looked up at Joker shaking her head
"This was a bad idea Mr. Joker Sir."

Joker pulled her up and kissed her hard stopping her protests. He twisted to the side so that they fell to the floor her pinned beneath him.

Squirming as they fell Harley gave up to him immediately. Her last moment of sanity overcome, purely by his actions. She kissed him and licked his lips grinned her leg against his crotch.

Joker smiled and pulled her skirt up her hip. He smirked when he looked down and saw her black lace panties.

Harley blushed and pulled her skirt down over the panties not used to people just looking at her so intimately with that insane stare.

Joker looked up at her annoyed before pulling the skirt back up. He gently pulled her panties down her legs to her ankels before pulling them off her feet and moving back up again.

Her panties now on the floor, Harley looked at them before looking up into the eyes of The Joker. Wrapping her legs around him she offered herself up to him.

Joker grinned and pulled his pants a little lower on his hips as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her entrance.

"You want this?" He asked licking his lips.

Mouth slightly open she nodded, staring excitedly into his eyes.

"Of course, of course i do. Please, may i have it?" She realised how pathetic she was being but it felt so right while she was here with him in such a compromising position.

He rubbed the tip of it against her clit. "I don't know.... I don't think you want it quite bad enough."

A rough tingle ran up and down her spine, pooling into a heavy warmth between her legs where she was so close to what she wanted.

"Please? Mr J Sir? I want it, can't you feel it?" She referred to the ease in which his cock moved, the natural lubication dripping to the floor.

He rubbed his cock against her slickness and smirked. "Beg me for more." He said. He loved it when she begged.

She mewled and tried to push him in herself, but was back handed and brought back to her original position.

"Mistah Jay? Please? I just want...i just want it. Please?" she looked up at him, her pussy throbbing with want, with need.

Joker smirked and bit his lip before plunging deep inside her to the hilt.

Moaning Harley clutches his back to tug herself closer to him, inch by delciious inch. bringing her face closer to him she licks his chin, over his lips and up a scar, feeling the tissue beneath her skin, tough yet soft.

Joker moaned and rocked himself slowly between her legs.

"I've wanted this ever since i first heard about your....activities. your way of thinking. What you did, was, ah, amazing." Harley purred in his ear, licking back down his face to bite softly at his neck.

There was a small clean trail in his makeup where her tongue had been. He picked up the speed of his thrusts bracing himself on his arms, his hands on the floor on either side of her.

He simply wasn't close enough to her. Harley had waited for this, his face was the image she had projected onto the various professors adn lecturers she had needed to persuade good grades from. but now, there was space between them, albiet only a few inches, but it was far too much. She wanted to be suffocated from the heat eminatin from his body, through his clothes, from his body to hers. Biting harder into his neck she raised her hips, hooking her legs behind his back and pulling.

Joker fell forward his chest rubbing against her pert breasts as he moved inside of her. He moaned and kissed her neck running his tongue along her jawline before nipping at her earlobe a bit to hard.

Harley felt the sharp pain in her ear before she registered what it was and squirmed. His breath on her neck as he moved up, his breath in her ear, his make up rubbing against her face leaving patches of her paler than her normal colour.

Joker groaned as he continued to thrust in and out of her. He moved his hand down her chest to her stomach before moving lower and rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Bucking her hips against him she shivered with pleasure, feeling so much more alive than when she had slept her way through college. this was for real, not a pretend face, this was really the Joker invading her in the most intimate of ways. She moaned and wrapped her legs round him tighter.

Joker moaned as he moved. "You like this?" He asked as he pulled his cock out of her and tapped it against her clit a few times before entering her again.

Harley bit her lip and let out a soft mewl arching towards him further.
"Please, ah, more!" She slipped her own hand down to feverishly touch herself, feeling him enter her on the backs of her fingers and grinning deliriously.

He kissed his way down her neck to her chest before nipping at her soft pert nipple. He took it into his mouth and sucked on it harshly before moving to the other one. "Mmm you feel so good."

Harley let out a soft moan and nodded in total agreement.
"Whatever you say Mistah J." She felt a ribbon of pain wrapped in warmth as he settled his mouth and the cool nip as he left it to harden in the cool air of the faulty air conditioner.

"Oh fuck..." Joker moaned, he leaned his head against the floor as he continued to move against her. He wasn't going to last much longer, it had been too long since the last time he's had a woman.

Feeling a strnage sort of pleasure build between her thighs burst harley saw stars as she stared into Joker's face, body shaking.
"oh that was.....oh god." she descneding into incoherent mutterings of adoration, still rocking with and against Joker.

Joker moaned as he felt her tighten around him and felt himself plummet over the edge cumming deep inside her.