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Building up or breaking down of Harleen Quinzel	By : Risen86 Category: DC Verse Comics > Suicide Squad Views: 6735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They didn't have what I needed at the mall; I had to drive around town and, after many stops at car dealerships and tech stores, I finally found it. Four hours and $300 later I am the proud and mildly smug owner of Wayne Enterprises' latest tracking device. It's tiny, requires no installation, can track a vehicle anywhere in the world and has a battery life of approximately 1 year. The tracking is real time and, with a little bit of eyelash fluttering and a few giggles, the gentleman at the outlet was kind enough to set everything I need up on my phone… Mr. J wouldn't be taking off on me again… and if he did I would always know where to find him.
I park a little bit away from the hideout and make the remaining short trek on foot; when I reach the parking lot Mr. J's purple lambo is, as I expected, out in the open. I look around and when I see nobody keeping watch I make my way around the metal fence and I crouch behind his car then I pull the little black tracker out of my bag and feeling around blindly under the Lamborghini before I'm able to strap the tracker on.
I get up, dust my jeans off and make my way towards the large metal door then, fisting my hands, I bang loudly on it and wait. A loud humming draws my attention to the security camera on the ceiling then, after a few painfully long seconds, the metal in front of me clanks and the doors slide open. The man on the other side gives me a long, thorough once over; his eyes move from my shoes all the way up to my hair. "I want to s-" I started.
"You da boss' squeeeeeze?" He says eyeing me with a lascivious smile. I nod and he steps aside "Com'on in," I see his gaze drop to my ass as I walk by "wouldn't wanna be responsible for turnin' you 'way." I feel the heat come into my cheeks, I can practically feel his eyes shooting lasers on my ass.
Ya gonna do somethin' about that? I stop in my tracks. The voice is right. If I'm going to be Mr. J's girl then I had best start acting like it. Pushing off my back foot and pivoting on the ball of my front foot I connect a kick to the man's head.
He stumbles forward into the wall "That's Mizz Squeeze to ya … looser." I smirk at him sliding down the wall. Two shots sound out behind me and when I'm sure he won't be getting back up to his feet and in that direction.
I barrel through the closed door and skid to a stop; Mr. J is hovering over a very attractive, and also very dead woman "Puddin'!"
My mind goes blank at the sight of his bare chest; he's got a few more tattoos now on his abs and his back. He looks absolutely delicious.
Yuuuuummm-y.
"How did you get in?" his voice is strained and it reminds me of how he sounded last night.
*"Um… " Images of him grabbing a hold of his cock and pushing into me flash in my mind "some uh.. guy…at the front doo-"
He waves me off and disappears out of the room; my gaze lingers on his ass then up to the tattoos on his defined back. I glance over at Frost for an explanation but his eyes are blank and his facial expression is neutral.
A gunshot goes off in the next room, there are footsteps past the door and another 5 shots go off before Mr. J reappears.
He takes a deep breath in then exhales on "What?" He holsters his gun.
I don't know where to start so I decide to keep it simple "You're an asshole!" Frost shifts, he doesn't leave but he moves farther behind Mr. J and closer to the open door.
"Yes, I am…" Mr. J laughs "Go away."
I shake my head and jab a finger at him "You slapped me around last night!"
He grins widely "You enjoyed that."
"You tried to rape me!" This time Frost leaves the room and stands on the other side of the door.
Mr. J laughs again "You enjoyed that too, Dollface… I'd say a little too much even." His eyes drop slowly down my body "You come for an encore?"
I take one of my running shoes off and throw it at him "You left a dead body in my bedroom!"
He ducks just in time to avoid the incoming shoe "You're welcome."
I rush towards him and wrap my arms around him "You didn't have the decency to stay the night!" Mr. J's smile drops "Go away Doctor."
"I know I disappointed you yesterday… with the crying and the throwing up and the…"
Mr. J tries to stand back but I don't let him "I can do better." I whisper and place light kisses behind his ear and down his neck. "I can do better, let m show yo-"
This time, when he pushes me away, I stumble back and fall on my ass.
"Go away."
He turns away from me, quite clearly dismissing me. I get to my feet and dust my ass off; for a second I envision bashing him over the head with my bat but then I settle for my second shoe. He doesn't see it coming this time to duck it and it bounces off the back his head with a satisfying thud.
Fine, if he wants to pretend he doesn't want me, I can play his game. I leave the room and find Frost still standing outside of the door "Hey there puddin'…" I say as I drag my hands up his body; his chest is pleasantly firm "Hmmm I got'an itch for ya ta scratch gorgeous." I attack his lips, his whole body turns rigid and his hands come up away from my body. "Uh… what the fuck?"
I don't need to turn around to know Mr. J's behind us; I can tell by how quickly Frost's heart is slamming against my chest. I move against him and moan, "Mr. J…." he starts "I didn't… I haven't… I don't want t-"
"Harley!" Mr. J sounds more exasperated than upset; I completely ignore him as I undo the first two button of Frost's shirt. "Stop traumatizing the help!" He mutters from behind me. A hand entangles in my hair; the harshness his grip is so familiar and butterflies explode in my belly when it's used to yank me away from a wide-eyed Frost.
Frost flounders and I laugh hysterically as I reach behind me to grab Mr. J's hips. I've never seen Frost so expressive, he's gone pale and his eyes are round. He is quite clearly shitting bricks.
Still laughing hysterically I grind into Mr. J's groin; his body reacts immediately with slight stiffening in his pants. "Don't worry Frost, Mr. J doesn't want me anymore. I'm sure he won't mind ya getting his sloppy seconds."
Frost's arms are still up and he shakes his head at us "Mr. J …I-"
Mr. J shakes me painfully by the hair, making my eyes water and interrupting Frost "Do not push me Harl, my mood is dire at best and I already feel like hurting you."
"And you!" My head is at an angle facing Mr. J so I see his gaze settle on Frost. His eyes are cold, his lips turned toward and I can hear the voice from earlier this morning squealing with the excitement his anger brings.
"You should see your face…" Mr. J bursts out laughing, "Don't look so worried, I can be reasonable."
"Uh…" Frost mumbles and I can hear a particularly disappointed 'Awwee' from the voice.
Mr. J continues laughing and waves him off then uses his grip in my hair to maneuver me back into the room and push me onto the floor. His smile disappears as soon as we are alone; he squats in front of me and clasps his hands between his knees.
For a second he squats there, head cocked to the side, body immobile except for his eyes that are moving back and forth over me. He's looking at me, but I sense that he's not really seeing me. I crawl towards him then, when he's within arm's reach, I drag my hands up his legs and grip his thighs "Mr. J?" He doesn't respond so I push my hands down to his inner thighs, closer to his groin; that very quickly gets his attention.
He blinks a few times, quirking his lips up "You're very eager to please aren't you?"
I kiss him at the corner of his mouth.
"Alright, Doll. You want another chance?" I nod at him. His smile is wide; it makes my hands tremble on his thighs and a ball twist in my belly but I hum with anticipation anyway "Let's go kill ourselves a Robin."
Frost didn't come with us. She (the bane of my life) had done so much bitching about her dead brother's body (the nerve!) that, to stop her whining (the ungrateful nag) and my freshly aching head, I sent him off to move it. Now here I am practically gnawing at the bit waiting for her to let me in.
The commissioner told us that Robin (the currently comatose and delightedly helpless Boy Blunder) is being hidden in an unused wing of Gotham General. The floor plans handed over by the corpse in my study confirmed that, like many of the old buildings in the city, the hospital has many hidden escape tunnels.
Now I think it's fair to say that I'm not much for keeping a low profile; I've actually been accused of being rather extravagant (mainly by mister tall dark and knightly). However, stealth is an occasional and rather unfortunate necessity. I have no doubt that Batsy has all kinds of surveillance and that, at smallest sign of neon-green hair follicles, he'll come kicking the doors in (as usual) and ruining my fun (also classic Bats). I would need to use the hidden passages … that can only be accessed from the inside (see my dilemma?). Hence Harley; she is a doctor, she has proven herself reliable (if a tad clingy), she is also not associated with the Joker gang and not a known criminal (HA!).
"Only a matter of time at the rate she's going…" I chuckle and the same warmth from this morning blossoms in my chest. I adjust the hood over my head and sink farther down into the front seat of the stolen jalopy of a car.
Something hard in the seat has been digging into my back for the past twenty minutes "Urgh… come on come on come on!" As if on cue, a section of the hospital wall at the end of the dark alleyway juts outward and Harley appears in the doorway.
She's watching me with a huge smile as I walk over and, when I try to get into the tunnel, she spreads her arms and legs out to block my way. My lips drop down in a frown "You are getting on my nerves Harley…" I expect her to move (because any sane person would), instead she grins wider and spreads her limbs farther out (I miss Frost).
"Ya got something ta say, Mr. J?" she says in between giggles.
"Get out of my fuckin' way?"
"Nooooooooooooo." She says as she drags a foot up my leg and pushes playfully at my hip (annoyingly arousing); I sway away from her then back again and my lips drop further down. Am I never to have control of my own damn body again?
"Move or I'll kill you?" I suggest
"Nope. I'll give you a hint." She places her lips against my ear and presses her bust against my chest. I stifle the urge to lean into her and cup her breasts "First word 'Thank', last word 'you'.'" She says against my ear.
I grip her jaw; she winces at the force but doesn't stop smiling. I start to tell her "If you expect me thank you –"
"You're welcome!" She's grinning widely and looking rather smug.
"I didn't…" She interrupts me with a kiss and I groan despite myself; when I'm finally able to pull myself away, I elbow past her.
"Fucking pain in the ass." I say to myself. Harley grabs hold of the waist of my pants, still giggling and almost skipping behind me.
"This is going to get old real fast…" I tell her as I lead the way towards Robin's hidden room.
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