What your asking has a price, continuation.
Joker X Harley/Reader Fan Fiction. Jared Leto Joker. WARNING- smut, sexual themes. Plot: Harley isn't take the jokers shit anymore. Is it safe to say this took too long? Well I’m working on the last part today so hopefully it’s out? Maybe I'm a slacker who works two day jobs. —————————————
It had been a week later and the Joker had killed 7 inmates and 2 guards. He was putting you threw a world of hurt as well. Even with your fact filled reports, it didn’t matter now. What mattered was the Joker didn’t show any signs of rehabilitation in your care. Your boss now demanded that you calm him down from his killing spree. If you could show him being well behaved for once, your job would remain secured. Maybe even get a raise if he was calm enough to lower his security level by taking more guards off of him. I would sure lower the asylum’s budget. You haven’t seen him in a week though, you haven’t the courage or the strength to look him in eyes after your last session. You avoided walking past his cell. You parked your car on the other side of the asylum just so he couldn’t see you through his window; And after all the recent killings you were sure he had done it because of you’re absence. All the other inmates he killed were your only other patients. As for the guards, well it was no secret they liked you. They most likely shot their mouths off about you in front of the Joker. Even with the flattery of possession, you still didn’t want to see him. How could you give a man like him any more of your attention. The thought of being possessed the way you were, scares you. The thrill and the ecstasy rushing threw your blood just thinking about his dangerous touch. You could still feel his eyes burning into the back of your retinas. You could still taste him and feel him inside you. . You look up from your folded arms against your desk. You have collapsed there with full intentions to not get up. Staring at the single red rose across from you. Every day you would reserve one in the morning, and every afternoon you would throw it away. Today this one had a note attached. I must see you, Mister J . You squint at the note. He just happened to send you this note on the day you finally decided to go see him for a session. A day your most vulnerable. You have to find someway to convinces him to behave, and hopefully he liked you enough to not ask another favor. You push at the glass holding the rose till it slide across the desk and into the trash can with a loud smacking sound. You huffed and looked up at the clock, 4:45… Were you really considering this? You stand up, brushing off your coat. Well, what could he really do to you. He would be locked up in that straitjacket. At least you could try to calm him. You run your hand threw your hair; trying to calm yourself. You jump at the sound of your office door opening suddenly and see the joker being pushed in backwards before the door slammed shut. His back is too you now. He must not be aware that your there considering you haven’t shown up in a week. He seemed to be unmoved by anything. Just stuck there in a slump position of disappointment. He was in his straitjacket and Arkham issued pants just barely hanging off his hips. He looked more delicious then you remembered. How could you overlook the way he holds himself before. “Um… Mister Joker?” Your voice broke his intense stance. He turned to looked slightly puzzled and then amused. He walked slowly up to the desk before taking a seat and you became suddenly very nervous being this close again. “Doctor,” he smiled. “You came” he exhaled. He seemed so relieved to see you. “Well I couldn’t let you keep killing the inmates,” you added in a very serious tone. “ I was worried you found another inmate to get personal with,” he made a crude gesture with his mouth and hand; letting out his trademark laugh. He really knew how to destroy a moment. Take all the seriousness from the room and murder it. You just wanted to help people, not be the jokers conjugal visit. You try to find yourself but he cuts you off by making another salty joke. Then another. You didn’t think it would get under your skin but it did. Every joke became more rude and more hurtful. How dare he insult you like that, this whole thing was some kind of game to him? Your were just another toy for the joker, another person to which he would poke at till they went crazy too. The way he treated you made you feel different, you thought he was really opening up to you. You thought you were special to the joker. But your not. This was your job, your livelihood. Unlike the joker this was all very personal. He may not care about therapy or rehabilitation but this was your life calling; you loved doing this. And your not going to let this impossible case like the Joker who you already determined wasn’t even insane to push you out of your job. He wasn’t going to take this from you. You have to put your foot down. “Look,” you snap. Taking in a gulp of air. “ I’m going to get fired if you don’t stop killing people, you’re supposed to be getting rehabilitated, remember? Instead of making my job easier; you’ve only made it harder,” you explain. “ Didn’t we make a deal?” “So? What does it matter to me pretty,” he leaned towards you and let out a snarl. His eyes fixed on something far away. He was clearly aroused at this point. He looked almost completely glazed over with lust. “I need you to pretend to be rehabilitated, I need you to act normal,” and with that the Joker froze at your statement, retracting his finger from your lip and looking disappointed in you. He almost looked like a kicked puppy for a moment before retaining some composer. He was trying to manipulate you again. “… Your asking another hard thing for me to do for you. I expect to be paid first,” he turned to look away. He seemed completely uninterested now. Withdrawn into his own little psychotic world again before turning back at you. He had a shit eating grin if you ever saw one. And he really thought he was going to get his way again. “No,” you have never said a one syllable word with such force. This left the joker with a shocked look on his face before you continued. “If you want to have sessions with me ever again, your going to do what I asked! This is my price now! You think I like coming in here and being made fun of? You think I care who you kill after I’m gone? Your not insane, your just a prick!” Your whole body was shaking with adrenaline. You were so mad and you could feel your cheeks burning red. Your vision was blurring and you knew this was the time to show him you meant what you said. Don’t give him a chance to break you down, leave. You slam your palms down the the table to lift yourself up. You look down at him, straight in the eyes as you roughly push his file to the side of your desk and into the trash. He still has the look of shock on his face with a little quivering smirk at the end. You storm around your desk and when he try’s to stand you push him back into his chair before reaching the door and banging on it loudly. “I’m done in here, let me out!” You breath in hard, knowing you can’t go back from this. It was going to work or you were going back to your last job. The guards weren’t fast enough because without warning the joker had you pressed against the door. His mouth on your neck, breathing hot, his hips firmly planted on your ass. His strong frame making sure your not going anywhere. “You think you can just leave?” The joker warned; looking into your eyes. But you were not going to back down. You dug your heal into his foot right as the guards opening the door and you quickly made your escape. You stuffed as fast as you could down the hall and You could still hear the joker screaming. You had successfully pissed off the joker. Now what?
