Furrowing his eyebrows firmly together while his piercing hazel eyes would not dare let his captive out of his own sight as he knew that Harley was unpredictable that she could be so easily switched but not so easy to sway or to reason with. He was filled with bemusement & agitation as he would roll his broad heavy shoulders back, inhaling sternly through his flared nostrils as he scoffed at the thought when she tried to convince him that she wasn’t a criminal. Rolling his eyes as the corner of his mouth would feverishly twitch as he could feel the anger rising right through him with his beads of sweat covered muscles tensing up.” Keeping me here as a captive, prisoner or hostage is criminal. You’re breaking the law, Harley.” He breathed out sharply, glaring back at Harley as he kept his hazel brown hues directly upon her face. Leaning his head forward as his neck would lift from the pillow.” Let’s just say me & Bats don’t talk anymore ever since your psychotic green haired boyfriend blew me to pieces. It’s one of the reasons as to why I am here. I am here to kill that clown but I don’t have any beef with you.” Jason would once again try his other attempt at explaining the situation as he would try to make Harley understand that he wasn’t gunning for her & never wanted to even kill or harm her knowing that she had suffered through enough because of the monster they were mutually tied too. Swallowing the lump in the back of his throat as his visible pectorals would rise & sink while wrapped in restraints. His broad shoulders would grow stiff as he would once more pull his shackled up wrists forward as chains would rattle against the headboard & bed post. Hands were clenched up into balling fists as he was trying to find various ways of escaping.
Leaning his face off to the side while he side eyed Harley when she came closer towards the bed as his heart beat was rapidly rising & beating away with in his ribcage as he was not sure what Harley was about to do after making his plea to sleep with her in exchange to be released. His stiffened eyebrows would ease up as he could feel his veins swelling up knowing it was not healthy to be so tensed up. Licking his lips, relaxing his gaze while he would silently watch & attentively listen to Harley seemingly talk to herself as Jason didn’t actually mind that she was sweaty & it hardly bothered him however he could feel a knot twisting in his abdomen knowing it was wrong to sleep with Harley given that she was dangerous & a villain to which adamantly couldn’t believe that she was acting as a hero. Tearing his own gaze away from Harley as she would begin to undress herself however she was still in his peripheral view upon noticing the tattoo’s that littered her bare pale figure. Sucking on his bottom lip realising there was no way too hide as despite appearing to be considerably annoyed at Harley he could feel the blood rushing to his swelling & growing member. Throbbing away beneath the fabric of his grey briefs as the outline of his cock would grow hard. Cheeks would burn as he pushed his rear into the mattress & shuffled his body. Exhaling out slow & shakily as he peered his eyes down to his crotch then back at Harley with a glare. Taking in the fact she wore a leather jacket & panties.” Yes. I used to be. I read about you, how you worked at Arkham before you changed.” His voice gruff & quiet in tone replying to the obvious question that he did indeed used to be a Robin.” So “ He paused & swallowed the lump in the back of his own throat as Jason would eye Harley back.” What are you going to do to me?” He inquired although his voice sounding more calm as he was trying not to succumb or pressured into allowing himself to feel the rise in nervousness as he would be so jittery.
“Not in my eyes, sugarpants.” Harley pointed out. “Way I see it; and the way the establishment sees it, you broke in to our place without permission – that’s breakin’ and enterin’, and that makes you a criminal too. I ain’t no criminal anymore.” Harley added with a huff. “Well, I ain’t technically a criminal, per se. I’m still solicitin’ my body out for money, but I ain’t complainin’. It’s hard to find a good, honest work when, like I told ya earlier, there’s somethin’ about bein’ some clown prince of crime’s lady squeeze on the side that makes everyone scared shitless about you.” Harley pointed out. No matter what Jason said, it was not going to stand for her and definitely not going to stand for the owner of the club. She was hired more than just providing the eye candy of the place; she was also hired to be one of the henchwomen around the place, keeping an eye on the situations and proceedings once it was all good to go.
Harley said nothing as Jason tried to wriggle his way out from the bonds that keep him, wrists shifting, making the chains clink in their place and he even tugged at the tapes that bind him to the bed but yet again, to no avail. “I told you.” Harley sighed. “There’s no use escapin’. I have the keys to ya chains around your wrists and I got the scissors to cut ya out from the duct tape.” Harley quipped, walking closely to the man bound on the bed as she watched him look away and watched him get a little nervous. Why would he not be? She was still an unpredictable person with psychopathic tendencies – if the talking-to-herself did not clue him in already as she eyed him carefully.
Harley knew from the way Jason looked at her before quickly looking away towards the side that she had caught his eye – who could blame him? Amidst the tattoos adorning her milky creamy skin, she still was a beauty to see; if Harley did not opt to put on the makeup that transformed her into the Harley Quinn everyone knew she was. If it was not the usual getup she wore, it was the strikingly slutty outfit and the very shockingly avant-garde makeup she wore. Probably the only rather semi-normal tattoo she had was the dolphin on the rainbow she had on her right pelvic bone, right beside the scripted etched tattoo of ‘Lucky You’.
And if that did not clue her already, the rising erection he had under his briefs that he wore was a very obvious indicator on how Jason was already aroused at a naked woman undressing, as she pulled off the red-and-blue jacket off from her body with a smirk, hair down and grinning at him, as Harley went to crawl onto the bed, hovering dangerously close to Jason and his crotch. Her hands slipped over his bare legs, resting on his thighs as she hummed rather teasingly at him. “It’s funny.” Harley said quietly, voice almost a teasing, seductive tone as she looked at him and gauging his reaction, while ignoring all that he talked about earlier on. “I kinda always thought that you and Batman didn’t like girls.” She quipped.
“Y’know. That book.” She kept on saying, using the same flirtatiously seductive voice she had. “With the headlights and the eyeball-gougin’; I had to write a paper back in college. Got a B minus.” Harley said with a giggle, as she rested her head on Jason’s thigh, looking carefully at him and playfully eyeing his bulge. A hand slowly slipped over his thigh, sliding over the fabric of his underwear and finally palmed over his bulge, feeling his manhood over her hand and palm. “Pretty lonely these past few months…” Harley said, a little sadly, looking up at him and playfully pouting at him. “If ya know what I mean… Ya don’t meet a lot of likely prospects at Superbabes…” Her fingers slowly grabbed his girth and gently massaged him. “I’m kinda choosy…” Harley whispered, lips leaning up to kiss the fabric of his underwear. “So… be a good boy and maybe, maybe Mama will give ya a cookie…”
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