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41. Happy Birthday, Slut - Joker

*Synopsis: It’s Athena’s 19th birthday, it’s also been a complete year since she ran away with the Joker after he killed her abusive father. The Joker wants to make the day special for Athena, wants her to have a good birthday since it’s been awhile. And her birthday present…he’s got something special planned for that.*

*Warning: nsfw, 18+, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, choking, restraints, legal age gap, daddy kink, semi-public sex, whatever else you wanna consider a warning lol.*

*A/N: just a reminder that I’ve changed the character name to Athena bc I had my daughter five months ago and named her Paisley.*

*Athena’s p.o.v*

Rays of sunlight pierced through a crack in the black curtains that covered the large panel glass windows in the room. I groaned, stretching my bed over the black, silk sheets. The Joker wasn’t lying beside me but that was normal most days, he was probably down in his study or something. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I flinched when I touched the cold floor. The floor was always so cold, I really needed to get some slippers.

I push myself up and head to the master bathroom, turning the light on. I turned on the hot water before slipping out of my silk nightgown. It slipped off my body with ease, then I took off my underwear and climbed inside. Hot water cascaded down my small frame, soaking my hair as I rinsed off. I grabbed my loofah and washed my body, then moved on to washing my hair. After my shower, I turned off the water and grabbed my towel, dried off then wrapped it around me before grabbing another towel to dry my hair.

As I walked out, I noticed the bed was remade and there was an outfit sitting out on the comforter. I looked around the room but didn’t see anyone. Either Mister J or one of his henchmen, Frost, did this. I walked over to the outfit and looked at it. It was a short sleeve, red dress with white polka dots and a low v-neck; it was also thigh high and I was sure if I bent over it would live zero to the imagination. There were a pair of white platform pumps that were absolutely gorgeous, a pair of ruby red earrings, and a small white handbag. It was a lovely outfit. I threw it on before going back into the bathroom where I straightened my hair and did my makeup.

My heels clicked against the marbled floor of the house as I walked down the stairs and headed towards Mister J’s study. Frost was just coming out when I arrived.

“Good morning, Frost.”

He looked at me and smiled. “Good morning, Athena.”

“Is Mister J in?”

He nodded his head before opening the door and letting me inside. I thanked him as he closed the door. Sitting behind his desk, Mister J was scribbling some stuff down on some papers; he looked up when he heard my heels. A grin stretched across his painted red lips.

“Ah, good morning, darling.”

He stood up from his chair and approached me, his tattooed hands immediately finding my hips. I smiled at him.

“Good morning, Mister J.”

Mister J leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss against my lips.

“Happy birthday,” he added against my lips.

My eyes widened, I couldn’t believe I had forgotten my own birthday. I giggled and touched his chest, my fingertips grazing over the opening of his blood red, button up shirt as well as the ink on his pale skin. He watched me.

“I’d completely forgotten,” I laughed.

Mister J laughed too, his fingers touching my face before his fingers gripped my chin and he crammed his lips onto mine. He kissed me for what felt like forever but when he pulled away it felt like the kiss had barely been there.

“Have you had breakfast yet, birthday girl?”

I shook my head “no.” He took my hand in his and led me out of the study down to the kitchen. I smiled as he looked at me.

“You look stunning in your new outfit, darling.” Mister J said.

“Thank you.”

In the kitchen, Mister J gestured for me to sit down on the barstool before he started making me breakfast. I watched him cook, it was rare for him to be in the kitchen making our own meals. He’d normally tell one of the cooks to do it.

“Well, aren’t I special,” I giggled

“You are special, darlin’.” He grinned.

When breakfast was cooked, Mister J placed my plate in front of me and stood behind me with his arms around my waist and his head on my shoulder. The food looked amazing. He had made me waffles with fresh blueberries and strawberries on them, scrambled eggs because he knows I hate runny yolk, and some breakfast sausage. It was absolutely perfect.

“You aren’t going to eat?” I asked him, shoving a bite of egg in my mouth.

He grinned and shook his head, “no, I’ll be saving my appetite for later this evening.”

I was about to ask him what he meant but then his hands squeezed my exposed thighs. I knew exactly what he wanted, it’s what I’ve been wanting too. Mister J and I hadn’t had sex the entire time we were together and that was because he had been so busy with so many things that he was tired. That and I was a virgin, so the thought of having sex immediately after we just got together didn’t seem appealing to me. I had been afraid that after I gave him what he wanted, he’d leave. But after awhile, I longed for him to touch every part of my body, to feel his cock inside my cunt, and the sounds he would make while he was fucking me.

Mister J tapped on my head. I hadn’t realized I had froze in deep thought.

“What’s running through that pretty, little head of yours, Athena?” He grinned.

I chewed the remainder of the egg in my mouth before swallowing it. I turned and looked at him, our blue eyes staring into each other. God, he was handsome, no one could convince me otherwise.

“Do you think that we could…uhm…” God this was embarrassing to ask for.

Mister J watched me intently, waiting for me to say what I was gonna say. I gulped, feeling my cheeks turn red.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Mister J teased, “Can’t give you what you want if you don’t use those pretty words of yours.”

A tease. He was a ginormous tease. He knew exactly what I wanted.

“Can we…can we please…please don’t make me say it.”

“Oh, well then you must not really want it.”

Asshole.

Mister J kissed my neck and I shivered as I felt him move along my neck. His hands squeezed my thighs and I moaned. He chuckled.

“Mister J,” I whimpered, “I need you.”

“Need me to what, darlin’?”

“N-need you to fuck me.”

He grinned wider than I have ever seen. He was waiting for this day just as much as I was. I bit my bottom lip and he stared longingly. He chuckled and looked at me.

“I sure can, but you’ll have to wait for tonight after all the fun birthday things we do. Now eat your breakfast, you’ll need the energy for what I have in store for you.”

Mister J walked away from me and headed off probably back to his office. I huffed. He was really making me wait until the end of the day, that was totally rude. I sighed and started finishing my breakfast. After I was done eating, I cleaned my dishes even though the cook insisted that she would do it. I shooed her away, telling her she does enough for me already. When I was finished cleaning my dishes, I headed to a different part of the house but was stopped by Frost.

“Miss Athena,” he said, “Mister J has asked me to tell you to go out to the car, he’ll be waiting for you there.”

“Oh? Are we going to his club?” I asked.

“No, he has something different planned.”

Frost didn’t say another word to me, he just walked away. I tilted my head and went outside to find Mister J waiting in his purple lamborghini. I approached the car, Mister J pushed the passenger’s side open for me like normal and I climbed in, closing the door.

“Ready, princess?”

“Where are we going?” I asked, curiously.

“Thought you might like to go shopping, get yourself whatever you want. You don’t really spend a lot of my money, so I figured this might be a treat. I’ll go with you so I can make sure you’re actually spending a lot.”

“You want me to spend a lot?” I asked, with wide eyes.

“Sweetheart, if it doesn’t say you spent the length of a phone number, I’ll be quite annoyed.”

My eyes widened. He wanted me to spend that much money. I did the math in my head and gasped.

“But the size of a phone number is like a billion dollars.”

“Exactly.”

Mister J started driving towards Gotham. He asked which store I’d like to go to first. I looked down at my phone wondering how the hell I was going to spend a billion dollars or if he was just exaggerating and I didn’t actually have to spend a billion. I perked up. This phone was the same phone I had since I moved to Gotham, Frost had picked it up when he went to get my belongings and kidnap my dad.

“I would like a new phone, if that’s okay.”

“‘Course it’s okay!” He laughed before driving me to a phone store.

People in Gotham didn’t really pay any attention to anyone unless they were being robbed or some other criminal act was being performed, mainly violence. So I wasn’t shocked when Mister J walked around the phone store with me, our hands clasped together, and no one jumped to call the police. I was looking at all the phones that they had on the floor while the Joker watched me. Finally I picked an Iphone 13 in a pink color. The Joker paid for it and we headed back to his lamborghini. For the remainder of the day, Mister J took me shopping at various different stores before taking me out to dinner later that evening. The restaurant he took me to was absolutely stunning. There was a chandelier directly above the entire restaurant that illuminated a soft glow over all the tables. Mister J and I were escorted to a VIP section so that neither one of us could be bothered. I was staring at all of the beautifully, expensive art that hung on the walls, the mahogany brown color that mixed with the egg shell white. The restaurant was gorgeous. We sat down and the waitress came in to take our order. Mister J ordered himself a large steak and I ordered myself a grilled chicken salad. I looked at Mister J.

“Thank you, for all of this today.”

“You’re welcome but the day’s not over and I’ve got one more thing for you.”

He had a mischievous grin on his face and I felt my heart rate speed up. He knew what he was doing, that asshole. Our food came and we started eating while chatting about random things. I couldn’t keep my eyes from staring at him. He was handsome. From his green hair, to his ruby red lips, to his tattoos, and his muscular body. God, he wasn’t just handsome, he was sexy. I slowly chewed my food, it tasted good but I didn’t want it right now. Mister J looked up from his steak.

“You alright, darling?” He asked, grinning.

I didn’t answer him, I just stood up and walked over to him. I climbed into his lap and he looked at me, a grin stretched across his ruby red lips. I smiled back.

“Someone couldn’t wait, hm? Impatient little thing.”

“How can I wait when you’re sitting across from me looking so good,” I point out.

“Well who can argue there, doll?” He laughed, his hands moving to my hips, rubbing small circles against my exposed skin, “I can’t keep my eyes off you either.”

“Then why are we waiting?” I whispered seductively in his ear.

Mister J ran his hands down my hips to my exposed thighs. I shivered from his touch, my eyes wandering down his exposed chest. He always wore his shirts slightly unbuttoned, giving me a perfect view of his pretty, tattooed chest. I was getting so tired of fantasizing about him fucking his cock into me while I touched myself, I needed it. I ran my fingers down his chest before I started unbuttoning his shirt exposing more of his skin. I sighed softly as I leaned down and peppered his tattooed chest with kisses, leaving behind a trail of dusky rose lipstick against his pale skin. Mister J groaned. That sent a shiver up my spine. I loved how deep his groans were even if I’ve only ever heard them when he was frustrated with his work or someone was pissing him off. This was different, this was a groan of pleasure that I was giving him.

“Like that?” I asked, my eyelashes fluttering as I looked up at him.

His hand went to my throat while his other stayed on my thigh. I grin as he moves closer to me.

“You know I do, doll.”

His grip on my thigh and my throat tighten just a little bit; not enough to hurt me but enough so he was holding me tight. I could feel my cunt practically drooling. Mister J slammed his lips against mine and we kissed feverishly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I moaned, his tongue running over my bottom lip before slipping it into my mouth. He tasted like steak, obviously, but I could also taste expensive scotch, smoke from his cigars, and just…him. I moaned as I grinded my hips against him, my aching cunt desperate for some type of friction. I was sure I was leaving behind a wet spot on his pants but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved his lips from mine and started kissing and sucking on my neck. I moaned again, my movements becoming rougher as I felt his hard cock through his pants.

“So pretty,” he whispered before he lifted my dress revealing my black, lacy panties. He grinned softly. “Look at you. All ready, wrapping yourself all pretty for me.”

I moaned at his words. He grinned and pushed my dress up more until it was completely off of my body. My black, lacy bra being revealed. He growled, his eyes darkening in desire and lust. He pulled me closer to him, his lips attaching to my own. His tongue ran over my mouth and he groaned. I gasped as he squeezed my breast, my eyes rolling back as I filled his bulge pressed against my cunt.

“Mister J…”

“Ah,” he interrupted, “what’s my name?”

“Daddy,” I corrected; his grin stretching further across his face.

“What can daddy do for you?”

“Fuck me.”

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest as he grips my breast again and I moan. He held me close to his body, his piercing blue eyes staring into my lust filled eyes.

“Such a dirty slut wanting me to fuck you in this restaurant,” he grinned, “you like the idea of the waiter coming back in here seeing me stuff your sweet little pussy, huh?”

His words made my cunt even more wet. I moaned and nodded my head. Whatever got me railed sooner. Mister J pulled me off his lap, making me stand up. He got to his feet too, unclipping my bra with one hand, my breast fully exposed as he tied my wrist behind me back with my bra. The fabric was tight against my skin but I liked it. Once my hands were secured behind my back, Mister J pushed me down to my knees. His shirt was still unbuttoned, but not completely off; he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off before setting it down on his seat. I watched him with doe eyes as he undoes his pants and pulls out his cock. It’s already hard and standing at attention, the tip of his cock already leaking with precum. Drool slips past my lips and he grins.

“Open wide for daddy, baby.”

I don’t even hesitate or think about it, I just open my mouth. He guides his cock into my mouth and I moan as he fills my mouth. He moves his hips slowly, his cock moving in and out of my mouth each thrust getting rougher and rougher as the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. Mister J groans as he grabs my head pushing himself deeper into my mouth. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes, my hands struggling in the restraints he had me in. It was my bra so you’d think the fabric would be easily tearable but not for me. Mister J growled.

“That’s it, baby, suck daddy’s cock.”

The back of my throat made squelching noises as he fucked my face. I felt tears stream down my face but I was enjoying every moment of it. I ran my tongue over every inch of his cock, groaning as I felt every vein that decorated his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

I moaned around him. Mister J grunted before pulling me off his dick, I started gasping for air. He turns me around and pushes the food onto the floor before pushing me down on the table, my back facing him but my ass out. He grabs the fabric of my panties and rips them off, tearing the fabric easily. I moan. He kneeled down and pulled my ass cheeks apart, my eyes rolling back as he gave himself a perfect view of both my cunt and my asshole. Mister J spits on my pussy before devouring it, his tongue and mouth slurping and licking at my soaked cunt. I moaned, pressing my head against the table as he ate me out. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he nipped my clit.

“Oh fucking god,” I moan out, I grip the side of the table.

Mister J keeps eating me out, his tongue pushing into my cunt. I tighten around his tongue and he growls. I try to move my hands but can’t. My legs started shaking and I knew I was about to cum.

“Daddy,” I moaned out, “I’m gonna c-cum.”

Mister J moved his mouth from my cunt, his chin dripping with my juices. He rubbed my clit harshly, the sound of my arousal echoing in the room mixing with both our heavy breathing. I moaned more as he looked up at me, grinning.

“Come on, baby, cum for daddy.”

“Oh fuck, cumming, daddy.”

My knees buckled as I came hard, my eyes rolling back as a silent scream left my lungs. When I was done cumming, Mister J stood up and picked me up and placed me on the table, spreading my legs. I was still panting from the previous orgasm. Mister J spit on his cock before rubbing it over it and positioning himself in front of my pussy. I propped myself up the best I could so I could see him shove his cock inside me. I moaned as he pushed himself inside me, his cock stretching me out to his width. Mister J groaned.

“Such a tight, fucking pussy, doll.”

“Yeah, daddy?” I moan, he nods his head as he starts moving his hips faster and harder. I groan as he pounds into my cunt. Mister J reached his hand up and grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly as he fucked me. His hips moved at an animalistic speed, the table shaking back and forth, his hand on my throat was the only thing that kept me on the table.

“Holy shit,” I moaned, “you’re so f-fucking deep.”

Mister J grinned as he continued to fuck himself into me. I fall back on the table, my hands still secured behind my back. With each thrust, my breast bounced. Mister J leaned down and sucked on one of my nipples, the speed of his hips never faltering.

“Such a stupid whore,” Mister J growled roughly, sweat collecting on his body. My own body glistened with a small film of sweat. Mister J grabbed one of my legs and threw it over his shoulder allowing him to go deeper. My eyes rolled back and drool started spilling from my lips and collecting on the table I was one. Mister J watched me, a grin on his face as he continued to move his hips roughly. My heart was hammering inside my chest as adrenaline and pleasure soaked every inch of my nerves. I couldn’t focus on anything else, just the way he cock stretched me out and the sounds coming from my wet cunt each time he drilled himself into me.

“Look at that,” Mister J grinned, “now we’re getting somewhere.”

My entire body was buzzing and I was approaching my climax once again. I moaned and arched my back the best I could with my hands behind my back. The fabric of my bra rubbed my wrist raw but I didn’t care.

“G-gonna cum,” I managed to pant out.

“Panting?” The Joker laughed, “like a bitch in heat. You wanna cum, doll, beg me for it.”

His words were so lewd, it was only gonna get more intense from here. I moaned and looked up at Mister J the best I could through teary eyes. I wasn’t crying from pain, but from pleasure.

“Please, daddy, wanna cum.” I whimper.

He laughs. “You can do better than that, baby. Beg daddy and I’ll let you make a pretty mess on my cock.”

“Daddy!” I moaned louder as he rubbed my clit at the same time as he fucked me, “f-fuck, please, please let me cum. Need it, need it so fucking bad. Wanna cum, please, please.” I didn’t care if the words made sense or anything, I just needed to cum. Mister J reached down and grabbed by my neck with his free hand and yanked me closer to him, his cock still working its magic. I moaned again.

“Cum.” It was an order. Either I cum now or not at all. So I came hard all over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back. I might have looked like the main character from the exorcist. A scream was ripped from my lungs as my juices coated every inch of his cock, my pussy squeezing around him. He groaned too but didn’t stop. Instead, he pulled me up and sat down on his seat.

“Ride me.”

“T-tired.”

“Don’t think so, doll, you wanted to be an impatient brat, ride me.”

I moved myself up and down on his cock. His hands were on my hips as I bounced up and down. My hair bounced with the movement. My sweaty skin caused some strands to stick to me.

“That’s it. Ride daddy.”

“L-legs getting tired, daddy.”

Mister J looked up at me and smacked my face, not enough to physically cause me pain but enough to tell me that he didn’t care. He was right, I wanted this now and was too impatient to wait when I got home. There was a knock on the door and I covered my mouth. Mister J laughed and pulled my hand down.

“What is it?” He laughed.

The door opened and the waiter walked in. His eyes practically popped out of his head when he saw me riding the Joker’s cock. Mister J pulled me off of him and bent me over the table.

“W-was just coming to check on you two,” the waiter stuttered out, I could see the growing tent in his pants.

“Hold on a second, kid,” Mister J said, he removed one of his golden chains and wrapped it around my neck before pulling on it. Not tight but enough for the cool metal to dig into my hot skin. He slammed himself in from behind and I moaned out again. By now I knew, without actually seeing, that I was completely fucked out. The waiter’s eyes met mine, which were teary eyed and my eyeliner and mascara probably smudged to hell.

“See that, kid. This dumb whore likes that you’re watching her get fucked. Her pussy is practically suffocating my cock.”

The waiter couldn’t move or say anything, he just stood there and watched; his mouth slightly open.

“Oh my fucking…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

“What a dumb slut,” Mister J laughed, “gonna cum on my dick again in front of this man?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Then let’s see it baby. Give this man a show.”

I moaned louder this time as I came hard on his cock for the second time, this being a total of three orgasms in I don’t know how long. Were we here for an hour, two, maybe it was closing time and that’s why the waiter came to check on us. Mister J rubbed my clit quickly and I felt a different type of pressure before I released and ended up squirting for the first time.

“Ohhh, fuck,” I cry out.

In front of me, the waiter now had a wet spot on his pants meaning he probably came too. Mister J smacked my ass roughly before grabbing it and continued to fuck himself into me.

“Gonna breed this cunt, baby, ready?”

I nod vigorously, still moaning and panting. Mister J fucked himself into my cunt a few more times before he growled and released his cum into my pussy. My eyes rolled back as I felt his entire seed push all the way inside me, deep. Mister J rutted against me, groaning as he watched my greedy pussy take all his cum before he pulled out. He zips himself back up and looks at the waiter.

“Bring the check.”

“Y-yes sir.” The waiter ran off and Mister J helped me to my feet.

He untied my hands from my bra and grinned down at me.

“Get dressed doll, sorry about your panties and bra. Looks like you’ll have to walk out of here with my cum running down your leg.”

He wasn’t actually sorry but I didn’t mind. In fact, I moaned at the thought. He wrapped his arms around me.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart. Let’s get home so I can rough you up some more.”

I giggled and nodded as I got dressed. Mister J paid for the food that we didn’t eat, the waiter refused to make eye contact with either one of us, and we left. I was excited to see what more he had in store for me when we got home.

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cherrycocaineee · 9 days ago

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43. From Not Knowing How To Kill To Making It Hurt - Joker

*Synopsis: Once again Mr. J has been arrested and sent to Arkham. Having never been separated from the Joker since he killed her abusive dad and she moved in, Athena is going insane. She needs to get him out, she needs to bring him home at whatever cost. Even if that meant throwing away her very last shred of humanity. *

*Warning: death, mental health (?), blood, voices in mc's head, prison break, romanticizing mental illness because the Joker is a wack job, smut.*

*Athena's p.o.v*

Someone should have told me that going insane meant pacing around the room mindlessly ignoring everyone around you except for the voices inside your head. Had I known that, I would have never thought I was crazy beforehand. The ball of my feet ached from constantly turning on my heel and I was pretty sure I had given myself carpet burn. Yet I couldn't be bothered with any of that at the moment; all that consumed my thoughts were the Joker not being here. I'm sleeping in our bed alone, eating my meals alone, doing everything alone. With Mr. J gone, I was alone and I was eerily aware of how much I fucking hated it.

The wooden door creaked open and Frost popped his head in but I didn't stop my mindless pacing. Frost enters mine and Mr. J's shared bedroom; why did it feel wrong to have him in here when Mr. J was in Arkham?

Because it isn't Mr. J walking through that door.

Oh great. That voice again. I hadn't heard that voice in my head since the day I met the Joker in person for the first time. The first time I heard it was the day I bashed one of my former classmate's head with a chair after he choked me and went after my friend. Former friend--once he learned that I faked my death and joined the Joker, Freddie wanted nothing to do with me. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.

Because Freddie is a fucking loser.

Great.

"What is it, Frost?” I inquire, not stopping to even look at him.

"Boss asked me to give you this letter.” He says, causing me to stop.

Pain radiates from my heels and up my calves, making it impossible to hold myself up so I fall. Frost walks in completely and hands me the letter before sitting on the edge of the Queen size bed.

He doesn't make any attempt to help or soothe me which I appreciate. I quickly opened the letter Frost gave me and pulled the sheet of paper out. The Joker's handwriting came into view and it felt like I could breathe just a little better--like the weight was lifted off my chest.

'Little Dove. Frost tells me you aren't doing well. I'll be okay. We're already working on a way to get me out. xo.’

Not fucking fast enough.

I blink, pushing the voice away before turning my attention to Frost.

"How long will it take to get him out with y'all's plan?” I inquired.

"A year.” He says bluntly; no matter what, Frost never wavers or flinches.

My eye twitches. A year.

There was no possible way I was going to survive a whole year without Mr. J. It had already been just a few days and I was going insane.

My fingers curl around the paper in my hands causing the page to crinkle beneath my grip. My eyes aren't even froused on Frost as I stare at him, they're actually staring through him. Frost snaps his fingers in front of my face and I blink a couple of times before focusing my gaze on him. I give him a glare that does nothing to scare him; at this point I don't even think Frost is scared of the Joker, it's just loyalty. I wonder if he's ever been afraid of Mr. J.

"What are you thinking?” Frost inquires, resting his elbows on his knees now.

I huff, blowing a strand of my blonde hair out of my face. What was I thinking? Definitely trying to figure out a way to get the Joker out…a faster way because there was no way I was waiting a year. But how? I didn't know the first thing about killing anyone, or breaking into a literal psychotic prison. How did Harley Quinn do it when she was alive? How does the Joker do it now?

The vat of chemicals. Gotta jump in that vat of chemicals!

I practically shake that crazy voice away. I look at Frost.

"I need time to think.” I say, standing up.

Frost watches me leave the room though he makes zero effort to go after me which I appreciate. Being alone is good. I mean I'm not very sure about this voice that returned but either way.

Gotham air feels unusually thick this evening but maybe it was because my brain was foggy. I walked the streets of Gotham in the dead of the night, my feet dragging me towards some unknown place. I don't even think I was paying attention. After what felt like forever, I find myself standing on the edge of the black, rusty platform that dropped into the same vat of chemicals that Mister J and Harley Quinn jumped into when she was alive. How the fuck did they survive that? I didn't have anyone to pull me up, so if I jumped and didn't go to the top I would drown and die. I sit down on the ledge and state down at the bubbling liquid. Would it burn? Would I get chemical burns? Why did the Joker never ask me to jump in like he did with Harley Quinn? There's so many different thoughts running through my head. Now I've moved on to doubting my relationship with the Joker.

Jump.

Do it!

JUMP!

Without even thinking, I lunge forward and plummet towards the vat of chemicals. My eyes squeeze shut and I hold my breath just as I splash into the surprisingly thick chemical. It stung. There wasn't really a burn; it was hot but not scolding hot. I could feel myself sinking towards the bottom, it was getting harder to hold my breath. Shit! This may have been a bad idea.

Swim.

There's that voice again. My voice. The same voice that told me to jump. At least I didn't want myself to die.

Swim! Now!

I feel my butt touch the bottom of the vat and my lungs burn.

DAMN IT! SWIM!

I managed to move my legs under me and pushed myself up causing my body to propel to the surface. A loud splash echoed through the abandoned building as my body came to the surface gasping for air. I throw my body over the side of the vat and wipe my face as I continue to gasp. There was another splash behind me and I turned around to see one of those life floats that ships throw to someone who's overboard. I crane my head up and see Frost before grabbing the life float.

Eventually, I'm out of the chemical vat and Frost is beside me with a towel.

"Boss isn't gonna be happy you did this," he says smoothly.

"Why? Because only his precious Harley Quinn can jump into this vat of chemicals?” I inquire, dabbing the towel against my skin.

Frost eyes me for a moment before walking towards the exit; I watch him.

"No, because now you aren't the same person he fell for.” Frost says.

"I'm still the same person,” I responded, following him out.

"Really? Because the original Athena never would have questioned the Joker's feelings for her.”

I roll my eyes. "I didn't--”

"Yes you did.”

I huff. "Regardless of that, I had to do this. I don't know the first thing about killing anyone or how to break into a psycho prison.”

"Why would you need to know either of those things?”

"So we can go break out Mister J.”

"He told you we -”

Now it was my turn to interrupt him. "I'm not waiting a year, Frost. That's too long.”

Inside the vehicle he brought, I pull the sun visor down and reveal the mirror. I look at my skin. It's even more white than it originally was. Even my hair almost seemed white, like the color was stripped from it completely. I find my eyes in the reflection and of course they're still blue but they seem so bright against my pale skin and hair. Maybe this was a bad idea. I don't even look like me. But I don't have time to worry about it. I have one week to learn how to shoot a gun before I force Mister J's men to storm Arkham and bust him out.

One week.

Learning how to shoot a gun is not fucking easy. It's much harder than these people make it look and during the first week I definitely shot one of the Joker's men in the knee. However, with the help from Frost, I learned how to hold a gun and shoot one properly. And on the last day of the week, l explained to the henchmen what the plan was. Even if this is the last time I see the Joker--because I can't seem to get that fucking thought out of my--I want him free.

You aren't the same anymore, Athena. He's gonna leave you. You just destroyed the only relationship you had left. He killed your dad, your mom's psycho, James Gordon hates you, your siblings are dead, and Freddie gave up on you. Freddie. That clingy little prick abandoned you just like the Joker will. Then you'll be alone, all al-

"Athena.”

My eyes snap open and I realize that I'm in a black van being driven by one of Mister J's henchmen. My eyes find Frost just a few inches away; he's holding up a police riot helmet. I swallowed thickly but took the helmet anyway. I put it over my head and Frost clips it to me with practiced ease. I can see Arkham just through the windshield of the black van and I can feel my heart rapidly thumping. Not with fear and anxiety, I haven't felt those since jumping in the chemicals, but with excitement.

The Henchmen were preparing a way into the prison using explosives. Frost was explaining to the men which side the Joker was on.

The black van came to a complete stop on the side of Arkham that I knew wasn't well guarded. It didn't mean that the guards inside wouldn't come rushing out because they would, it just meant there would be a grace period. Everyone filed out of the black van and within minutes the wall was blasted causing the wall to crumble. Clouds of dust erupted in the air, a deafening ring filled my ears. If this riot helmet wasn't on my head, I'm sure I would be inhaling a shit ton of cement dust particles.

Frost grabbed me and pulled me behind him most likely because he knows if something were to happen to me, Mister J would kill him. I grip my gun tightly but follow closely behind him. Guards start piling into the room and a shoot out starts. I duck my head as another round of guns go off.

The FUCK are you doing? Don't hide! Shoot!

That pesky voice in my head.

I aim my gun towards the approaching guards and start shooting; each bullet piercing whatever visible part of them it could. Each time a body dropped, the easier it became to pull the trigger. It felt like my heart thumped with each pull. I don't know if I'm being delusional, but ever since I jumped into the chemicals my senses felt sharper. The thought sounded crazy and yet I believed it. Especially when I feel the presence of a guard behind me throughout the shoot out. I swirled around and dove to the floor as he tried to grab me. My fingers touch something made out of a thick wood. I don't even glance at it, I just curl my fingers around the object before swinging it. It collided with the guard's knee and I swear I heard the bone break. He crumbles to the ground and I scurry up. I grip the wooden thing tightly and for the first time ever I let my anger consume me. I started bashing the guard's head in until it was nothing but unrecognizable. I dropped the wood and ran to Frost and the others as they blew the caged door down. Mister J grins and comes out slowly.

"Frost…this wasn't part of the plan.”

"It wasn't part of our plan but it was hers." Frost steps to the side.

I take a deep breath.

He's going to hate you.

He'll kill you.

He won't touch you either.

Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP.

I unclip the riot helmet and pull it off of my head revealing my almost snow white hair and skin. My icy blue eyes meeting the Joker's own icy blue gaze. There was a lump in my throat. A scowl appears on the Joker's face and he grabs my chin roughly. I yelp.

"You didn't.” It wasn't a question, and it wasn't even a real statement either because he knew I did. "Frost. How could you let this happen?” He doesn't even look away as he speaks.

"Wouldn't have done any good, boss," Frost says, "I told you she wasn't thinking straight.”

The Joker wasn't able to get another word out as another set of guards approached. I lift my gun ready to shoot when the Joker snatches it from me and drags me out while his men take care of the guards. He pulls me into the black van; his men get in and drive off. The entire ride is silent and I fidget with the strap of my riot helmet. I can feel the tension like a hot skillet searing against my flesh. The Joker can't even look at me. I swallow away the sudden anxiety that ripples through me.

Once we reach the mansion, I'm the first to get out. My footsteps quick as I go up to the bedroom that the Joker and I shared. I opened the closet and pulled the suitcase that I brought in the beginning out. I start throwing the clothes I originally had before all these fancier outfits into the suitcase. The Joker storms in and slam the door shut.

"What the hell were you thinking, Athena?” He growled.

"Clearly I wasn't,” I muttered.

I stood up and removed the necklace around my neck he gave me; it had the letter "J” on it. The Joker looks at me before grabbing me and pushing me against the door, surprisingly not hard to hurt me. I swallow.

"Put it back on.” It's a demand. "You're mine, Athena. Now and forever. You agreed to it.”

"Why? You clearly can't stand me anymore. It's evident in how angry you are,” I retaliated.

"You're damn right I'm angry. You stripped away your purity…”

I screamed in frustration. "News flash, Joker! My purity was gone the minute I chose to be with you!”

I don't even give him the chance to speak.

"You were going to be gone for a year! A year! There was no way I'd be able to live in this mansion, sleep in our bed, knowing you wouldn't be home! I was going crazy! I couldn't sleep or eat. All I did was fucking pace back and forth as that stupid voice bothered me again. So yes! I made a choice and maybe it was the wrong one but I couldn't think straight! But now it doesn't matter because you don't want me anymore.”

Several tears slip down my cheek as soft sobs leave my lips. The Joker watched me before pulling me into his arms. I relaxed against his chest, my tears on his naked upper body.

"Who said I wouldn't want you?" He grumbled.

"The voice in my head,” I sniffled."it won't go away.”

The Joker chuckled and ran his fingers through my now snow white hair. I closed my eyes.

"My little psycho," he hummed.

"You aren't mad anymore?” I whispered.

"Oh no. I'm furious. But I'll take my anger out on someone else.”

I giggle quietly and nod - head. He picks me up and sets me down on my vanity desk. He gives me a once over, taking in my appearance. I blink a bit. Then he grins at me, that evilly wicked grin that makes my heart race.

"Still my same needy girl.” He purrs; he sees the same person inside my eyes. "The same needy girl who loves when I touch her.”

I give him a sweet smile. Even though this voice kept coming back, this time louder, I was hellbent on never changing. Not even a little bit.

"I'm still the same girl.” I whisper to him as the peppers aggressive kisses against my jawline and neck. I tilted my head up so he had better access.

"I know," he growls out before sinking his teeth into my neck. I gasp.

A low, deep chuckle escapes his red painted lips sending a wave of vibrations up my neck and through my body. I let out a relieved sigh of pleasure. Mr. J grabbed the rem of my shirt and pulled it over my head roughly; my black bra soon followed behind as he snapped the fabric between the lacy cups and shoved the straps off my shoulders. My soft, slightly plump breasts bounce from the sudden removal of my bra. Mr. J tangles his tattooed fingers into my surprisingly still soft hair before crushing his lips to mine. I moan against him, my fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as I tug him closer to me. He deepens the kiss roughly, plunging his tongue into my mouth. He removes his hands from my hair and pulls his shirt off in a singular swift movement. His naked torso and chest pressed against my own. He unbuttoned my pants, lifting my hips to yank them off along with my panties. He's rough, which isn't unusual, but still gentle enough to not leave unwanted bruises. He knew what part of me he liked marked and what parts he didn't like marked.

Mister J pulled away from the kiss, the two of us panting as we tried to catch our breaths which felt nearly impossible after that kiss. He grabbed me by my waist and lifted me off the vanity surface then tossed me onto our bed. My body bounces and a giggle leaves my lips as a growl leaves his. His tattooed hands finding his belt and expertly removing it like it was second nature to him. I slowly bite my lip.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back, sweet cheeks,” Mr. J ordered.

I didn't argue with him, quickly moving so I was faced away from him. My naked back side is in full display for him. Mr. J watches as I put my hands behind my back, a deep hum of satisfaction comes from him. He takes my hands and uses his belt to bind my wrist together behind my back. He uses his knee to spread my legs further apart before pinning my body against the mattress so he could tighten the belt. I can feel the leather digging into my porcelain skin; by the end of the night, I knew my wrist would be red and rubbed now but I didn't mind.

Mr. J pushed his hard body into mine more.

"Gonna make a lot of noise for me, aren't ya, Athena?”

"Yes, Mist-”

A squeak leaves my lips as he smacks my already soaking cunt; the rings he wore on his fingers making contact with my clit. My thighs tremble.

"Is that my name when I've got you pinned beneath me like this?” He growls into my ears.

I shake my head still shaking.

"Then say it.”

"Yes daddy.”

A growl vibrates my back for a second before he sits up. My body feels incomplete without his weight on top. From the position I'm in, I'm unable to see what Mr. J is doing but I can hear the sound of him removing his pants. Within moments, his pants are removed and he's back on top of me. He groans lowly as he rubs the tip of his cock against my folds. I whimper, listening to the slick noise coming from us.

"Ya miss me, doll?” He hums, teasing my clenching hole.

"Y-yes, daddy,” I mewled out, "missed you a bunch.”

He chuckled against the shell of my ear as he slowly pushed his thick cock into my waiting heat. My eyes rolled back, my mouth falling open with a small dribble of saliva running down my chin. My glistening pussy stretched to accommodate the size of his dick; there was a lewd squelching sound from all the wetness dripping from me. A moan left my throat, my lungs already burning as a needy scream threatened to leave my lips but I kept it shoved down. There would be plenty of opportunities to scream tonight and I didn't want one wasted on him simply entering me. Mr. J had other plans. He wasn't even half way in before he pulled all the way out before slamming back into me with one swift motion. The scream I've been holding back ripped from my lungs, burning my throat on the way out.

A satisfied growl rings through my ears as his chest vibrates against my back. I feel my velvety walls clench around his cock that was throbbing.

"That's it, dove. Scream for me.” His voice is husky and deep, dripping with unadulterated need.

Once again he lifts his hips, sliding almost out of me before slamming back down. A choked scream leaves me once more as his movements become erratic. My fingers curl around the bedding beneath us that is now saturated in sweat and the dripping juices that run down my trembling thighs. Our skin kept smacking against each other, the sound wet and sticky. Mr. J pinned me down with a single hand in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades, as he keeps a harsh and steady pace.

With each rough thrust, another lewd moan left my lips and was muffled by the blankets. My cunt squelched deliciously each time he sunk himself impossibly deeper.

“Still my girl,” Mr. J growls hoarsely, his own breathing turning into pants as he exerts himself, “that won’t change. Not now. Not ever, Athena. Understand, you filthy little bitch.”

His words sounded cruel but I knew they weren't. At least not to me. I moaned again, my head spinning with pleasure. Even the sturdy bed frame was powerless when it came to Mr. J's rough thrust. Mr. J tangles another hand into my hair, forcing my head up so that I was staring at the wall in front of us through teary eyes. Barely even started and my face was a mess of tears. saliva, and makeup. I spread my legs wider, allowing him to go deeper. I can feel the tip of his cock bouncing against my cervix causing me to see white.

"Scream for me,” he hisses, slamming into my cervix with more force.

"Daddy!” I screamed out in a choked sob.

The pleasure in my body feels like hot fire.

A shock of blissful pain cracks through me as he delivers a hard smack to my ass before returning his hand to my hair.

"Fuck!" I cry out again, clenching around his cock.

Suddenly, Mr. I pulled out of me. My eyes widen and I turn to look at him. He grins, that attractive, psychotic grin that I was desperately in love with. Even now when I knew what was conking. I pout.

"Oh don't pout, doll," he says in a sing-song voice that's almost cruel, "you know the rules, love. You're still my girl but you disobeyed me.”

"This isn't fair,” I part out, sexual frustration prickling my skin, "I did it to get you out.”

Mr. J runs both his hands through my long hair, that grin still fully on his face. The red on his lips remind me of blood and my hands twitch. He notices. I catch the flicker of his blue eyes darting to my hands. This wasn't just a punishment, he was seeing how far he could push me before I snapped. I swallowed thickly.

Be good.

Kill him.

Just jump on him.

BE GOOD!

I swallow once again and sit on my knees, my hands in my lap. My naked body still on full display. He grins.

"My good …” he leans in, his lips hovering over my own, "psychotic, little girl.”

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