Christmas - Lost and Found | By : witeiris Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 10325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Christmas - Lost and Found (Part II)
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations
Summary: Conclusion to Part I, Harley spends Christmas with her beloved Puddin' and the Joker gets a small bit of revenge against Batman for spoiling his holiday.
Disclaimer: Harley Quinn, The Joker, the Babies, Batman, Alfred and the City of Gotham created and owned by DC Comics and I am only borrowing them for a short while with all intentions of returning them in (almost) perfect condition. Honest! Also some references from the Mad Love comic (you'll know them when you see them) accredited to Paul Dini.
Copyright: Copyrighted December 2004 by Sarah Pettis. If you would like to post this story on your website, please ask me for permission first. My e-mail is WiteIris@yahoo.com, don't be shy, I won't bite yah! ^-^
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Part II - Found
Way up North I took my day
all in all was a pretty nice
day and I put the Hood
right back where
You could taste heaven
perfectly
- Tori Amos "A Sorta Fairytale"
The morning passed and afternoon found Harley lounging on the living room couch. She had changed out of the dress shirt into a pair of commercial Batman PJ's that Joker had taken a can of red spray paint to, the bat emblem across the tank top and the rear of the bottoms having been marked with a big O and a slash going through it. She swung around, hanging upside down as she assembled her new MP 136 semi-automatic, humming along with the Christmas jingles emitting from the radio.
The card table was scattered with the remains of breakfast, most of the food having been eaten except a few pieces of bacon that had been fed to the hyena pups who had finished them off in record time and were now working on the plate itself. The Joker had spent the last few hours lounged back in one of the plastic chairs, his legs crossed and his feet resting on the surface of the table as he made calls to several people in the guise of well-wishing which usually ended in reminders of debts that were due as well as a few death threats. A box of Bolivar Cuban Cigars sat in his lap, a last minute present Harley managed to find in the drawer of the nightstand.
"Hello Vinny? It's your old pal, Joker! How's the family? Were you able to buy the kiddies all kinds of shiny new noise making devices with that five grand I lent you? Oh good, goood....so about the 5 grand...yes I know you know it was due back two weeks ago....yes I know its Christmas. And you know what that means to me, Vinny? That means the water will be twice as cold when we take you for a swim with the fishes...this Tuesday you say? Oh very good Vinny, just as long as that includes the extra five-thousand dollar late fee. Merry Christmas!" he finished gleefully, hanging up before the voice on the other end had a chance to protest.
He giggled tossing the cordless phone back onto the card table and jumping to his feet, "Oh I do love the "bringing good tidings' part of this holiday, don’t you, Harlekins?" He flopped down onto the sofa beside her.
"Oh yes Mistah J!" she exclaimed pulling herself back up onto the couch and crawling into his lap like an adoring kitten, "sounds like things are going just peachy for yah!"
"Oh yes, "the Joker cackled maliciously, "this is our busiest time of the year in the loan department. All those poor shmucks, desperate to make ends meet for the holidays. And it’s always most fun when they can’t make the paybacks."
"Cuz then we can kill them and take aaall of their stuff, right Mistah J!" Harley chirped, nuzzling her nose against his neck, purring into his ear suggestively as she wound a hand through his toxic green locks of hair.
"Mmmhmm", he replied smirking moving his hands up over her thighs as she moved to straddle his waist. Harley grinned and she was about to lean into a kiss when the chiming notes of Carol of the Bells on the radio was cut off, as a male voice spoke up.
"This just in, our studio has just recived information stating that little less then an hour ago the wreckage of the infamous bat mobile was pulled out of the east river, caught in the nets of a fishing boat. Police were notified, but Commissioner Gordon was quoted saying that there was no need to raise alarm concerning the well-being and whereabouts of Batman, for the mysteriously masked vigilante checked in with the Commissioner earlier this morning...."
Harley winced, feeling the Jokers fingers digging painfully into her thighs. She tried to pull away from him, but he held tight, he jaw clenched tight, a twitch developing in his right eyebrow. "Umm...Mistah J? ...Puddin?"
The radio DJ continued with his report, "The wreck was said to have occurred late last night when Batman rushed in pursuit of one of Gotham's most fear felons, The Joker, who had attempted a robber at the Gotham City Toy Company. Luckily Batman was able to thwart The Jokers attempts and over 250 thousand dollars in Charity money intended for Gotham's Orphanages and children's hospitals was saved!" The DJ chuckled happily adding, 'I guess those kids will know this as the year Batman saved Christmas! Now back to your regularly scheduled program..."
Harley yelped as the Joker stood up quite suddenly, sending her rolling heels-over-head off of his lap as she landed with a thump on the thread-bear carpet. "Ooooowww," she yowled rubbing her bruised bottom. "Puddin' that hurt!" she began to whine but was abruptly cut off as a torrent of curses began to emit from the Jokers lips.
"That infernal, interfering, rubber clad, sad excuse for a superhero BATMAN! He's not a bat he's a cockroach!" the Joker spat, stamping his foot, and Harley had to duck out of the way to avoid being trampled. "Cockroach man! That's what they should call him! What I reeeeally need is a GIANT can of pesticide!" he declared, wringing his hands agitatedly.
"Calm down Puddin'!" Harley pleaded, picking herself up, "you're scarin' the babies!" The hyena pups who had been dozing under the Christmas tree raised their heads, looking up at their enraged master, giving him reproachful looks for waking them before they both yawned and went back to dozing.
The Joker ignored her, muttering angrily to himself and she crept up to him cautiously. "Puddin'?" she called softly, putting a hand on his shoulder, "are you ok?"
He didn't answer. She stepped a little bit closer, "Anythin' I can do ta make yah feel bettah?"
She jumped back as he suddenly whirled on her, glaring at her dangerously for a moment before he paused and seemed to consider her offer. "Yes..."he nodded, "yes there is."
He reached up and grabbed her chin, his fingers squeezing her lips into a forced pucker, bringing them against his own crimson stained lips in a hard kiss. She made a surprised, muffled noise against his lips, and he pulled back before she had the chance to respond to his kiss. And before she had time to collect herself, he wrapped an arm around her thighs and took her up over his shoulder. He grinned widely as she gasped in surprise.
"I think I'll work on my Harley for a bit, "he leered like a jackal, as he walked towards the bedroom door, giving her a swift slap on her bottom, emitting a startled "eep!" from her, "you know, work out a little pent up aggression by revving up the engine?" He kicked the door open and carted her in.
Harley squealed giddily, "Vrooom vroom, Mistah J!" He flung her onto the bed and she giggled as she landed on the stiff mattress, bouncing slightly.
"Careful, Puddin'!" she exclaimed, grinning, "this ain't our place, someone might come and investigate if we're too noisy."
The Joker was loosening his tie and he let out a low chuckle, "My dear sweet Harley, is that genuine concern, or just a ploy by you to get me to go easy on you?"
Harley blushed, having been caught, she opened her mouth to deny it but the Joker had taken that moment of hesitation as an open opportunity to begin his assault on her, grabbing her shoulders and pinning her back against the mattress as his mouth ravaged her ear and neck, kissing and biting along her pale skin. Mean while he slipped one of his calloused hands up underneath her tank top and grabbed a handful of her decently sized cleavage, groping her thoroughly and drawing a sharp gasp from her as he seized one of her nipples, pinching it and rolling it between his fingers.
"Ooh! Mistah J!" she moan softly, her back arching up underneath his rough touches, and she pushed her self up slightly, running a hand over his pallid cheekbone, drawing his mouth down onto hers in a slow, soft kiss, sighing as she did so. His eyes narrowed mischievously but he allowed her the gentle kiss for a moment, enjoying the feel of her soft little tongue dancing playfully over his thin red lips. He used his own tongue to lure hers farther into his mouth.
She yelped suddenly as his teeth sank into her tongue and she tried to pull back, but his hand rushed to the back of her head, entangling his fingers in her pale blond locks, holding her pressed against him, his lips crushing against her, his tongue now snaking into her mouth, tasting the slight tang of copper-blood that now flavored her. Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt as his moved his mouth over hers, his hand under her shirt giving her nipple one last squeeze, before sliding down over her tiny stomach and slipped past the elastic waist band of her pants.
She jumped, her eyes going wide as she moaned softly into his mouth as she felt his long, talented fingers, slip over her most sensitive spots, touching her in a way that spread warmth through out her entire body. The Joker broke the kiss and grinned broadly, feeling her warm wetness, confirming that she did in fact enjoy his rough treatment of her, despite her subtle protests. Of course it wouldn’t have really mattered if she didn't enjoy it either.
He ran his fingers over her a few more times; enjoying the soft noises he drew from her pleasure, before he slipped two long fingers deep inside her. Harley cried out, her breath quickening as her hips bucked up against his hand, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck and she grabbed a hand full of emerald hair, panting against his neck. Smirking he gave her a few quick thrusts, before drawing his hand back out of her pants. She whined in protest.
"Awwww, that ain't nice Puddin'!" she whimper, pouting up at him, her sky blue eyes bright and filled with lust.
The Joker chuckled again as he flipped her over onto her stomach, place a hand between her shoulder blades and pressing her face against the mattress, muffling her protests, "Harley my sweet, you never were the patient type, "he tsked, as he grasped the waist band of her pants and pulled them down, swiftly removing the garment, before turning his hands on himself, unbuckling his belt, soon his shirt and pants joining hers on the floor of the bedroom.
Harley sighed longingly as she felt the warmth of his body pressed against her, felt his hardness hovering over her as his hands took a firm grip on her hips drawing her back painstakingly slow until she felt the tip of him slip inside her, she drew a breath readying herself to take him deep inside her, but he stopped moving. His hands held her hips in a vice like grip, preventing her from moving farther back against him.
"Umm...Puddin'?" she attempted to look over her shoulder at him. He seemed to be deep in thought. "Puddin' what are you-"
"How is it, "he cut her off, "that you came to knock over that display and cause all that racket in the first place, huh Harl?
"I- what??" she couldn't hid the utter confusion in her voice, "I mean- errr," she struggled to gather her thoughts and ignore the aching need that was threatening to envelope her and drive her mad...err, "I-I suppose I was just curious you know?"
"Uh huh...curious, "the Joker repeated, shifting slightly, so she could feel him move inside her, but the movement didn’t bring him in any farther, just simply reminded her he was still just barely out of reach, "and what have I always said about curiosity? Hmmm?"
Harley groaned, gritting her teeth in frustration, "Curiosity kills the bat..." she whimpered.
"Mmmmhmmm, so let's try to keep that urge to touch and tamper with just about everything under control, eh Harl?" he traced a finger lightly over her tail bone.
"Ookay," she answered breathily.
"Okay?"
"Okay Mistah J, boss-man, sir!" she added in a rush.
He grinned; feeling satisfied he's gotten his point across, "Good girl,” he said softly, pulling her hips back against his, burying himself deep inside her.
Harley let out a long moan, finally feeling whole as she felt him drive himself inside her. She panted, her cheek pressed against the mattress as he began moving, thrusting in and out of her in a slow, deep rhythm. She groped blindingly for something to grab a hold of, her hands finally seeking out the wooden bars of the headboard. Gripping them tightly, she wished she could hold on to him instead. But this current position made that pretty much impossible, which she supposed was his motive behind it. It gave him the most control. The Joker always preferred to be the one in control. With his gang, with the Bat, and with her.
Maybe one of these days she'd manage to turn the tables on him. But for now she would enjoy herself. His rhythm began to pick up, harder and faster and she heard his slightly labored breath, felt it against her back as he leaned over her. His teeth nipped at the back of her neck and she panted feeling herself growing warmer and warmer around the place where their bodies connected, knowing it wouldn’t be long now, wondering which of them would manage to outlast the other. She managed a grin, hearing him groan, thinking perhaps for once she would be the one to come out on top, so to speak.
The thought had barely formed as she felt his hand snake around her slim waist, his fingers expertly seeking out the one place left that was needed to complete her. She shuddered, gasping as she felt him stroke her and within seconds she was sent soaring over the edge, heat bursting with in her and enveloping her whole body as she cried out long and loud against the mattress.
He came right after her, his fingers digging almost painfully into her hips, and she knew their would be bruises there by tomorrow. She sighed, just a few more seconds and she would have beaten him. It was always a silent competition between them, seeing who could last the longest. It certainly made things more interesting, and there was always next time. She smiled softly; she would always be ok with it as long as there was a next time.
The Joker pulled away from her and she sighed in relief, flopping over onto her side, her legs had begun to ache dully. Smirking slightly, obviously pleased with himself, the Joker flopped over on his stomach next to her, one of his arms draping over her waist.
She giggled and curled up against him, sighing adoringly at him, "I love it when we cuddle, Puddin." she sighed happily.
The Joker groaned, "This is not cuddling," came his muffled voice from where his face lay buried in the pillow, "this is me being too tired to move my arm and make you go and make me a sandwich."
She simply sighed again, grinning from ear to ear. "Merry Christmas Mistah J, "she yawned.
He turned his head slightly, staring at her with one eye.
"....Merry Christmas Harley."
*****
Master Bruce was sitting in his lounge, staring decrepitly as the TV when Alfred walked in, carrying his evening tray of tea. As he set the tray down on the coffee table in front of Bruce he noticed his employers glower. And glanced at the TV which was set on the local news channel.
"Something in the news troubling you Mister Wayne?" He asked, as he poured Bruce a cup and handed it to him. Bruce scowled, taking the cup gently.
"It just figures, "he grumbled, that every time I put a stop to one of that Joker's schemes, he goes and does a simple, subtle retaliation that just makes it all seem pointless."
"That's quite a dour outlook; don't you think so Mister Wayne? I mean you stopped him from robbing that store and got back all the money those poor children need. What could he have done to dampen your mood after that?"
Bruce scowled again and waved a hand at the TV. "Ahh," Alfred nodded as he watched the clip they were now showing of the Gotham City Christmas tree, located in the city square outside the mayor’s office building. To give the clearest description, the tree had been beheaded, the top most part had been removed along with the traditional Gotham Christmas star.
"Well, "Alfred said, keeping a straight face, although the corner of his mouth twitched up slightly, "at least he left more then a crumb of food too small for a mouse."
THE END!
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