HA HA HA

Grace moved her hands back to the table, pressing her palms against the smooth surface. As his fingers began working, she moaned again, her body beginning to squirm in front of him. He was definitely doing good so far, she had to admit. This happening often was incredibly appealing.

Grace had been working her ass off to get into a criminal organization. Her main choice was Moriarty's. They had more of a reputation. And it was hard as fuck to get into. The Dolohov's had also approached her, but her head was telling her to go with Moriarty. Unless she was given a convincing argument that was.

@patrickoharaandco

Grace moaned and whimpered slightly as his hand found its goal. Looking back at him, she nodded as her hips began moving against his hand. This was certainly unexpected, but definitely not unpleasant. Turning slightly so that she could reach him, she used one of her hands to try and undo his pants.

Grace had been working her ass off to get into a criminal organization. Her main choice was Moriarty's. They had more of a reputation. And it was hard as fuck to get into. The Dolohov's had also approached her, but her head was telling her to go with Moriarty. Unless she was given a convincing argument that was.

@patrickoharaandco

Grace gasped hard as she was suddenly yanked up by her hair and bent over the desk. She smirked and looked back at him. "Is that what you're going to do?" she asked, grinning up at him. "Are you going to treat me like your little slut?"

Grace had been working her ass off to get into a criminal organization. Her main choice was Moriarty's. They had more of a reputation. And it was hard as fuck to get into. The Dolohov's had also approached her, but her head was telling her to go with Moriarty. Unless she was given a convincing argument that was.

@patrickoharaandco

Grace's smirk turned into a grin. Good. He was that type of lover. Demanding, dominant, hopefully rough. She felt she needed to test those waters though. What happened if she disobeyed those orders?

"Make me." she purred with a smirk.

Grace had been working her ass off to get into a criminal organization. Her main choice was Moriarty's. They had more of a reputation. And it was hard as fuck to get into. The Dolohov's had also approached her, but her head was telling her to go with Moriarty. Unless she was given a convincing argument that was.

@patrickoharaandco

patrickoharaandco

"Perhaps I could allow you a demonstration. How would you like to have a spanking?" Cygnus offered with a raised eyebrow as he smirked across at her. The man found her intriguing and was amused by her reaction to his previous proposition.

"Hm, I don't know if I'll really get a good scope on what I'm getting if I sign with just a spanking." she smirked, looking him over. "I may need a bit more of a trial run. After all, anyone can spank an ass."

Grace had been working her ass off to get into a criminal organization. Her main choice was Moriarty's. They had more of a reputation. And it was hard as fuck to get into. The Dolohov's had also approached her, but her head was telling her to go with Moriarty. Unless she was given a convincing argument that was.

@patrickoharaandco

patrickoharaandco

"That would depend on your preference." Cygnus mused. "If you're the type to like being a good girl, I can make your dreams come true myself. Alternatively, I can have a lineup of beautiful, submissive girls ready to fulfil your every whim." He said with a twinkle in his eyes.

"You certainly think highly of your skills." she chuckled, looking him over. He was very good looking, she had to give him that. "And do I get to try anything out before I sign? Make sure that it's to my liking? It'd be a shame if I signed and then wasn't pleased with my rewards."

Grace had been working her ass off to get into a criminal organization. Her main choice was Moriarty's. They had more of a reputation. And it was hard as fuck to get into. The Dolohov's had also approached her, but her head was telling her to go with Moriarty. Unless she was given a convincing argument that was.

@patrickoharaandco

patrickoharaandco

Cygnus Dolohov stood in a simple, undecorated room that had likely once held wallpaper but no longer. The room had a fireplace that crackled and snapped, the fire dancing. Opposite him was the girl he was trying to recruit. In between them sat a table with an open folder detailing Cygnus plan for Grace if she joined The Dolohov gang. She would be wealthy, powerful, and implied but unwritten; she'd be well-fucked.

Grace leaned forward to set the folder back down on the table after having read through it. Leaning back in her seat once again, she crossed her legs with a smirk. "This is a very interesting proposal." she commented as she looked over the man in front of her. "I am curious though about the 'pleased in every way imaginable' bit. That seemed a bit odd. What does that entail? Who will be 'pleasing' me?"

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@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

Her mind was a fog after the second shock, her entire body numb from pain, her mind clear of thoughts. She only remembered seeing Joker look at her for a moment before walking out of the room, and she figured that was the point she passed out. At some point the police pulled her from her state, but her state of mind wasn’t proper for questioning.

She was given some time off, but it was only damaging for her mental state. Her nightmares took over her life - about what happened that night. About her past, her parents, past relationships - and Joker. Why did she let her go? Regardless, something was different about her - and she was in no rush to work again.

#harlqu1nn #sorry this took ages

Joker went back to life as normal. She laid low for a month or two before starting to show her face again. Her club, the streets, anywhere she wanted. Her thoughts occasionally went to Harley, but that was all it was. Thoughts, dirty dreams and nothing else. She was not searching for someone who could very easily get her locked back up.

@sabinemorans

Jackie grinned as she put the pan with steaks in the oven. Dave, her husband of eight years, should be walking in that door any minute. He'd been on a trip for a little over three weeks and God had she missed him. She always took the day he came home off and cooked one of his favorite meals for his return.

It would be all sweetness and romance when he walked through the door. Then the second dinner was over and his bag was unpacked... Well, Jackie would be screaming his name all night long. And maybe she'd finally get pregnant with the baby they'd been half trying to have. More, they'd just stopped not trying. Her career was set and so was his. They were perfectly set up. So she slipped her panties off and poured a couple glasses of wine.

Jackie hummed softly as his hands massaged her rump. God she loved the way his hands felt on her body. And just the thought of what they were planning had the panties she wasn't wearing damp. He always knew how to do that. It was one of the reasons they worked so well. They knew exactly how to make the other hot and bothered.

"Two months?!" she asked, surprised. "You have two whole months off? How did you manage that? Can they really spare you for that long?" Her questions were cut off immediately as he trapped her with his hips, grinding against her slightly. A slight moan escaped her at the feeling of his tongue on her neck. She couldn't even squeeze her legs together with how they were positioned. It was the best kind of torture.

"Fuck, Dave." she breathed. "You gotta let me go now before I drag you upstairs and this lovely dinner goes to waste. We gotta eat before this two weeks starts."

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@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

Harley did want to understand - to know what the patients went through every day. She believed some of their tactics, therapy and medication drove them more mad - but whenever she spoke of it, she was looked at as if she spoke of witchcraft. It didn’t mean she was going to enjoy it - truthfully, this was the only time she actually felt fear. She remembered mumbling ‘no, no..’ a few times before the paddles were pressed to to her head, loosing all sense of reality rather quickly as she was shocked. Vision was fuzzy, her thoughts scrambled - the only way to soothe herself was closing her eyes before the next shock.

/ @jokesallaround

Joker shocked her a few times, as many as she could remember them doing to her before dropping the paddles. She looked af the woman, dazed on the table for a moment before turning toward the door. "Leave her." she muttered as her men had started to gather her up. "Let her save her career by letting them think we forced her." With that, she strolled out of the room and right out of Arkham, into the night.

@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

Harley didn’t argue at first, hoping they would show her some kind of mercy. But when they forced her onto the table and strapped down her wrists and ankles, she knew what she had to say didn’t matter. She struggled a little, eyes setting on the woman as she walked into the room. “What are you going to do to me? I helped you.. I did all you asked. Please just let me go.. I won’t say a word to anyone..”

She struggled for a moment, but quickly realized there was no way out. She stared up at the ceiling, licking her bottom lip slowly. “Why are you doing this?”

/ @jokesallaround

"Because you said you wanted to understand me." she smirked. "You kept making me look back at that terrible awful past that quite literally drove me insane. You want to know what it's like to be me? This is the first part to really show you, baby." Grinning, she turned on the machine and cracked her knuckles.

"I won't lie, this is gonna hurt like hell." Nodding to a goon who put a strip of leather in her mouth, she grabbed the charged paddles and pressed them to her temples.

@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

The events kept circulating in her head, trying to make sense of what was going on and she was so deep in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice the two men coming towards her. She didn’t fight back, or scream - because she knew it was pointless. “Where are you taking me?” She questioned, wondering just what was in store for her. With no response by the two men, she sighed in frustration.

When she saw the wing they were headed down, she began to panic. The medical wing only meant something bad. / @jokesallaround

Joker was way ahead of them and changing in one of the rooms adjacent to the electroshock therapy room. She hummed happily to herself as she heard the sounds of her guest arriving. She grinned and stretched slightly, enjoying the feeling of her own clothes once again. A green and purple custom made dress that went down to her mid thigh. Good choice Johnny. As if reading her mind, they strapped Harley to the table just as Joker came out, still humming happily.

"And how is our patient today?" she purred.

@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

Harley followed, the gun shots not surprising her, but still making her heart beat faster. She could hear people yelling, indescribable words as she stepped out of the room. What had she done? Some people locked themselves in their offices, the sound of the other inmates was deafening. She was behind Joker by a bit, but when she saw her men enter the building, Harley stopped in place. Back against the wall, she sank to the ground, the sounds of gunfire deafening her thought process. / @jokesallaround

Joker's grin widened as she saw her goons. Good. Thet had been waiting outside for the signal, the signal being gunshots. She looked back to see Harley up against the wall, clearly overwhelmed and laugh. Proving herself huh?

"You two, grab her and take her to the shocky room." she ordered. "The rest of you? Kill as many people as you can and create chaos." Grinning, she took the bag of clothes from Johnny and skipped off to go change as two men came toward Harley.

@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

With only a seconds hesitation, she reached between her blouse and pulled out her ID card, handing it to Joker. “So.. what’s the plan?” she knew it wouldn’t be long until she heard the commotion between the walls, but at this point - she was only following orders. / @jokesallaround

Joker grinned as she stuffed the card in her pocket. The question earned her a laugh as she shook her head. "Oh, Harls." she purred. "Do I seem like the kinda girl with a plan?" With another laugh, she opened the door and shot the two guards there before walking into the hallway. People immediately ran into rooms and for cover as she walked down the hall and further out, the sounds of a break in could be heard.

@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

Harley’s eyes widened slightly as she watched the other woman with the gun in her hand, but still - she didn’t feel fear. She was nervous, maybe - but only from uncertainty. Joker could easily turn around and shoot her right now, but something inside Harley said she wanted her for more. Harley moved to her desk, pulling her ID card out and sliding it beneath her shirt. Pulling her jacket off, she tossed it on the chair, leaving her in just her blouse, skirt and heels. “Whatever it takes - I can take it.”

/ @jokesallaround

Joker watched her with a smirk before holding out her hand. "Give me that ID card, sweetie." she purred. "I need full access to really pull this off." Her eyes never left the woman's. Worst case, she could shoot her, but she really didn't want to do that. There were so many fun games to play with her first.

@harlqu1nn

Joker growled to herself once she was shut back in her usual cell on Arkham asylum. Damn that Batman and his determination that she could be cured. As if anyone here was actually looking to cure her. Between inappropriate gropings from orderlies to the quacks that just fried her brain until she was compliant, no one was getting any help here. She wondered what new doctor was going to get punished with her this time.

She was wheeled into the office, straightjacked and chained to the chair and her eyebrow rose. "A woman?" she asked. "Well, well, well. Aren't you a pretty little thing. And who did you piss off to get little ole me?"

Harley would never admit that she didn’t think she had what it took to withstand a riot, even if Joker looked out for her. She didn’t want to be a burden, but she also didn’t feel like loosing her life. “I’m not scared of anything.” She stated matter of factly, standing from her chair and walking over to Joker. Slowly, she pulled the restraints off of her, standing behind her for a moment as she caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection on the lens of the camera. “I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.” / @jokesallaround

"Whatever it takes?" she asked as she stretched again. "That's quite a statement. You sure you're ready for that? I can do a lot with whatever it takes." Grinning, she moved to the camera and shifted it so that it faced a wall. She then went to a duffle bag and grabbed the gun from it. After a quick check, she stretched again with a wide, mad grin.