#bertie sucks so much i love him it's just so fucking funny how much of a garbage dump of a person he is

[loverboybrightsideghost]

diversity win! the most horrible rich person you know is gay and his pampered brat of a dog is transgender!

[zaikaglow]

Boundaries

Pairing: Reiner x Reader, Bertholdt x reader

Summary: You Reiner and Bertholdt have been friends forever but recently you've entered a relationship with Reiner. Poor Bertholdt has been a love sick puppy but Reiner’s such a good friend that he doesn’t mind sharing! As long as Berty can stick to a few boundaries

Content Warnings: Male maturation, Oral-domming, overstimulation

The three of you had always been the best of friends. You, Reiner, and Bertholdt childhood friends from the same neighborhood who’d ride bikes and go adventuring through the woods. Best of friends even through highschool and even into college where you had all managed to go to the same place! You loved both those boys of course you did, you went to all their games and when Bertholdt’s basketball game or Reiner’s football game would come to an end you’d always be there to run out and interpret them before the locker room to give them a big hug not minding how sweaty and gross they were.

 The three of you were all happy with your little found family until sophomore year of college things began to change. It was at a house party the three of you had gone to together where Bertl had gone to get your purse for you when Reiner had finally made his move. Huddled in the corner by the fridge Reiner had placed his big palm against your cheek, leaned in and told you that he had liked you as more than friends for a long time and leaned in for a kiss that you reciprocated. Unbeknownst to the both of you Bertl was watching from across the room feeling his heart shatter into pieces watching Reiner kiss the girl he was in love with.

The three of you remained friends but things were much harder on Bertl than you and Reiner knew. He would never want to ruin his friends happiness but it felt like his heart was frequently being shattered over and over again. Like when Reiner’s games would finish and he’d watch you run out to give him a hug and Reiner would pick you up, swing you around and give you a deep kiss. You’d still go and hug Bertholdt after his games but he would just wrap both arms around you and place his chin on top of your head swinging softly wishing he would be able to pick you up and give you a kiss as you’d wrap your legs around his waist. But all he could do was inhale the scent from the top of your head and kick himself for not confessing before Reiner.

Sitting on the couch of Reiner and Bert’s shared apartment, Reiner was rubbing your shoulders in an attempt to make up for how hard he had pushed you at the gym this morning when Reiner had said “You know Bertl’s in love with you”. you sighed and looked down at your hands, this line of thought always bringing a twinge of guilt to your heart. You had feelings for Bert before the two of you had gotten together but Reiner had made the first move and you couldn't wait forever for Bert to get his nerves up. “I had a feeling that was the case” you utter “well if you might be open to it I wouldn’t mind you throwing him a bone” Reiner says “You mean you wouldn't mind him throwing me a bone?” you say smirking. “Ha ha you're a very funny kitten, I mean I have a few boundaries but I think it be something that I'd be into seeing. It’s not like I’ve never thought about doing something to him myself”.

It was Friday night, a time that was supposed to be movie night for the three of you but lately Bert had been sneaking off to his room to avoid them. Unable to keep taking in the sight of you wrapped in Reiner’s arms, nose nuzzling his neck while Bert was lucky if you rested your feet in his lap. Well tonight Bert figured he’d have time to stop by the fridge and grab some water before sneaking off to his room to avoid movie night but when he turned around he saw you with one hand against the wall and the other against the counter trapping him in the kitchen with no line of escape. “You’ve been avoiding me Bertl” You were wearing an oversized sweatshirt and some short sleep shorts along with some knee high socks. “You know it’s really been hurting my feelings” you say tilting your head down, Bert’s eyes widen a look of heartbreak crossing his face “I didn't mean to i'm really really sorry I-I can’t e-explain right now but-t I-im really sorry y/n” dropping your grip on the counter your make your way to the scared lanky boy placing your hands on on his chest moving up till you reach the collar of his basketball club jacket and pull him down to your eye level “make it up to me then?” your lips make contact with his and you can feel his bottom lip tremble between yours before he gently pushes you off before stumbling away back hitting the fridge and sinking down before placing his head in his hands “y/n” he groans “you don't even know how much I want that but Reiner’s my friend”. Then there's a laugh as Reiner comes out from his bedroom taking a seat on the couch “You have no idea how much I appreciate that Bert, but really it's okay. You and me just have to go over some ground rules first but I really don't mind”

The three of you are sitting on the couch, the two of them in their boxers and you now only in a pair of lace panties and knee highs. Reiner has his arm around Bert’s shoulder sitting next to him while you're on the ground kneeling between Bert’s knee’s. Both hand’s placed on Bert’s knees you slowly start to slide them up until they reach the waistband of his boxers pulling out his cock. It’s thick and long, slightly darker than the rest of skin, the fact that he’s uncircumcised makes the head of his cock already already glissaning. You start by where his dick meets his pelvis starting to kiss up it almost reaching the head when he places his hands on the top of your head “umm I think maybe you should’t do that because I’ll cum”  he looks embarrassed face starting to turn red “but uh can I. uh can I do something for you”? Reiner grabs you under the armpits picking you up to move you on the couch while Bertl exchanges places with you now getting on his knees. You lift your hips up sliding off your panties, Reiner taking them from you. You bring one leg up and hook a finger under your sock ready to take it off when Bert stutters out “A-actully c-can you k-keep those on” he says red flush spreading from his cheeks to his ears and chest. “Anything for you Berty” you say, spreading your legs placing your knees over his shoulders. His lids are heavy with lust as he moves his mouth to make contact with your warm wet core. You throw your head back as he starts to kiss and suck on your swollen nub, Reiner has a hand on the back of your neck with one hand the other is jerking himself off with the panties you removed, eyes trained on how Bertholdt’s tongue is moving against you. Your hands go to grip Bert’s thick black hair as you feel yourself coming undone at the way his tongue circles around your clit, that coil winding tighter and tighter in your core until it snaps. And when it does you yank him by his hair up to meet your lips, his lips and cheeks are wet with your release “Okay now fuck me Berty” his eye’s go wide and he slips his boxers off. You move towards the intersection of the couch laying down, placing one foot against the floor and propping the other up on the back of the couch. Bert climbs up to meet you and you can feel the weight of his thick cock on your tummy and you can feel the wet spot forming from his leaking head. He takes a look back at Reiner who’s starting to clean himself up with the same pair of panties he had been jerking himself off with “It’s okay Berty just remember what I told you” Bert nods at him before turning back to you. He kisses you as he takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with your entrance. When he slides in you gasp. It must be because he’s not circumcised like Reiner but the sensation is overwhelmingly smooth. It’s so warm and slick and feels so good when his wet head slides against your g-spot. You almost feel a little guilty at how much your enjoying the sensation. When you and Reiner do things bareback sometimes it could hurt from how dry his dick was compared to how slick you were, but things with Bert? They were just oh so smooth and oh so moan inducing. Your arms wrap around his neck holding him close and he’s kissing your neck when you feel yourself starting to reach your second orgasm “oh god oh okay I think i'm going to cum” and at the mention of your impending orgasm Bert can’t help but feel like he’s about to join you hips starting to stutter at every thrust. Reiner sits up a little “Bert? Remember what we talked about?” you can hear the annoyance in his voice but you just feel so good that you just can't seem to stop holding onto bertl and he cant stop his thrusting. He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek as he cums and you can feel the warmth pouring into you. Suddenly you feel him slide out of you and you notice Reiner is holding him by the hair one of his hands wrapped around Bert’s jaw “what did I tell you Bert”? The dark hair boy is panting and looks afraid as he says “Not to cum in her”

“And what did you just do”

“Finish inside her”

“Yeah you did and now you’re going to clean up the mess you made”. Reiner take’s Bertholdt’s hair and drags his face down to your leaking cunt. His tongue makes contact with your swollen hole and your legs start to shake at the overstimulation. “That’s right. You’re going to get her nice and cleaned up for me and then if you want the chance to as so much see her pretty tits again you're going to clean up after me to, you got that” Bert can only nod in agreement as he tries not to focus on the fact that he’s scraping out his own cum with his tongue from your cunt. Reiner pushes Bert out of the way, the poor dark haired boy catching himself on his elbows before his back hits the floor as Reiner pulls you up and onto his cock. “Mmm it's too much babe”. And it is you've already cum twice and now your big rough boyfriend is forcing you to ride his massive cock. “Come on kitten you can handle it” he says before his lips go to meet your tit. He’s licking up and down on your right nipple, his big calloused palm squeezing your left. When he hears you start to whimper again he moves his hands to your hips and start to move you up and down like his little fuck toy untill you feel his cock twitch inside you spilling his seed inside you and starts dripping down your thighs. Reiner breathes a sigh of relief before picking you up off his cock and gently placing you back into a sitting position on the couch. His hand gently picks up under your knees spreading your legs apart but you're too overstimulated to even process what's happening, head just lolling back against the couch.

“Now we've been friends for a long time Bert so Im willing to forgive, I might even let you fuck her again. But first your going to clean up the mess I just made”

[wroteclassicaly]

Dibs

A/N: Heeeeeeeey, loves! I’m back and pretty proud of this one! It’s a two part story, this obviously being the first part. Smut will be in the next one. I’ve wanted to write this idea since I came up with it the night of the season premiere. 

Reader is plus size in this one. She is also Chef Bertie’s daughter. There’s some major self-esteem issues and some self-bashing in this one, so be warned. I hope ya’ll enjoy! Lemme know what you think? :) 

P.S. I’ve changed a few things around to fit the reader in. Dialogue, mostly. It’s not that much of a change though, so don’t worry. 

Also, I can’t seem to get my taglist to work right, so I don’t tag anyone. I’m sorry. :(

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Female reader

Word count: 2,691

Warnings: Explicit language, references to smut and virginity, self-esteem issues, poor body image issues

Looking forward to something during the summer months wasn't usually your forte, but this season seemed to be taking drastic approaching turns already. You'd been coerced into coming help your mom work the kitchen of Camp Redwood. Massacres and legends galore, bugs and snakes touring your housing. Sounded so fun to you. Your mom didn't want to leave you at your home alone, so you hesitantly agreed to get away from the dangers in Los Angeles and help out at the camp with her.

The drive up you imagined all sorts of various and vile scenarios. Woods and stories caught your imagination and refused to leave without a searing tongue lashed haunting. Your mom had assured you things would be okay this time around, that she wouldn't let anything happen to you, but it still felt so unsettling to be surrounded by nothing but dirt and trees and a large body of midnight fresh water. For your mom, however, you opted for the positive side of things, and sucked it up. You met with the eccentric and eerie Margaret, hovering closely to any exits you could think about, then escaped to the cabin you would be sharing with your mother to put your things away.

Margaret had informed you and your mom that a group of counselor volunteers would be arriving in the afternoon, leaving your stomach to tumble into the anxiety founded pits it always was. You hated much social interaction, even living in one of the world's largest cities. You avoided leisure activities and parties that were too high octane. You cared only about the peace and quiet, a few close friends, your books, and your music. You were grateful you had been permitted to bring along some albums and your record player, because without it, you could not function.

Setting out your music, you had tasked yourself out to sweep and mop the dining hall and kitchen. Covered in sweat and grime, hair pulled back into a messy mopped bun, the entire area became brand new once more. So much so that you had to stand and admire, the enriching draped melodies from Stevie Wonder casting a serene, echoing production to highlight your hard work. You hadn't noticed until Margaret jabbed a nail into your tank top clad shoulder, causing you to nearly deck her in the face with your broom handle. She raised a manicured brow, annoyance perched on her poker faced features, asking you to come meet the newest additions to the staff, as they would be arriving soon and you still had to bring food into the kitchen pantry.

Reluctantly, you followed your camp leader out into your new life for the next few months.

~*~

Present day: The First Night

Your insides feel as if they have all been twisted together like licorice, coolness spreading through your veins, erecting goosebumps all across your flesh. You self-consciously grip your noticeable stomach, already prepared for an array of flashy and skimpy clothed girls to accompany muscular, tight fitted guys. You don't fit in. Not being more than overweight, but what doctors seemed to call obese, with a swell to your face and the rest of you in places all around your thick form. In this day and age, not many girls your size are praised or celebrated in music and on television.

Sure, there were a few, but the movies you have seen are the overweight girl being an extra, a classmate, the bestfriend, the loner, the reject, or the propping joke. Fat is funny in LA, you aren't stupid. And no matter how far you run from it, you'd have to face scrutiny, even here. Your thinking is pregnant with triplets on this one, as you don't even bat a blink walking out with the Carrie White's mother - Margaret White -esque Camp owner, to meet everyone. Worn sneakers and boots from different brand names dusted in California soil is what you see before meeting the eyes of a very petite brunette.

That's the first counselor that smacks your self-esteem straight into the pits of hell. And the blonde girl near her in the colorful and tight outfit? Yeah, you want to find a hole and dig it twelve feet under. Six feet for your humiliation, adding on an additional six for your fat ass body. You want to run, but, yeah, right.

If you don't speak then you will look stupid, more so than you do now, covered in perspiration and dirt smudges. Margaret makes an introduction that collides right into you stepping behind your mom, getting an eyeful of the two handsome guys with the girls, reaching for a crate of eggs, attempting to look busy as to bay the awkward pause. Everyone says a few brisk words of greeting, those male counselors snickering. Why did you come here? The risks back home are far more tempting right about now.

Your nose catches the scent first, the sound of the person's shoes hitting ground second. Clad in this overly musky scent that seems to glide itself across the air, a rapturous, creamy silk-like voice hits the atmosphere and flips you head over ass.

"Dibs."

Your mom is snapping back with her wit, shoving her crate into his hands and moving away from his speechless face to leave you visible. Standing still, your box seemingly heavy, body light, you can't but help yourself to a heaping serving of observation. His pants are tan, or white, belt tightly securing those defined hips, his sneakers stretched over long feet (don't they say long feet mean... okay then, holy fuck), and sea-foam green muscle tank that leaves nothing to the imagination, except how much leverage you'd have to straddle his chest...

"And this is Y/N. She's joining us with her mother, whom is Chef Bertie. She won't be bunking with the ladies, however. But I still expect of all you to get along and make her feel apart of things, as she will also be partaking in counselor duties for the summer." Margaret's voice interjects, right smack into your looking into this guy's angelically crafted face.

You can't see what color his eyes are over his designer frames, just blue hued glimpses reflected off California sunshine. His plump lips are wet with amusement and surprise at your reveal, jaw sharp and alert, so arching and shaped it can cut through glass. There's a small cross dangling from his left ear, his hair is frosted at the top. He looks like some guitarist that has actual angel wings. His arms are steady, hands big.

You can swear there's a saxophone player somewhere playing a soundtrack for this very moment. You kind of, no, record SCRATCH that, you definitely need to find a seat somewhere and pour a glass of ice water over your head. For a fleeting moment you think you might need to attempt Olympic running towards the infirmary, cause this is some sort of General Hospital soap opera scene. You can't stop yourself from how you do react though. Biting your upper lip, eyes dashing mad all across his body, you're engulfed in more than the summer California heat.

You see the metal of his silver cross earring catch the light, and you know that even God himself can't help you now. Looking at this man in the blue shirt, you feel as if you've committed a lifetime of the most blood deep sins. You feel the need to ask Margaret to save you in the lake, some prayer needing to happen before you feel anymore guilt for objectifying this stranger. What feels like never-ending hours is merely a minute at most, making you look even more awkward and ignorant. Margaret does save you this time, introducing each counselor, the sensual blue eyed boy called Xavier Plympton, to your amusement, then with a seemingly arrogant grin on her peach painted lips, demands you take Xavier and the other two attractive male counselors - Ray and Chet, to finish carrying the crates of fruit and eggs to the kitchen pantry.

A dying 'hi' towards the friendly faces of the group is all you muster, rolling a shoulder back to the truck for the boys to take the hint. Xavier already has his share from what your mom gave him, so it's quick work for the other two. You don't talk, don't look at any of them on the way into the large dining area and back into the kitchen where your mom is hard at work. All the guys pile beside you, so you figure that now is the time to find your damn voice box and activate its fucking switch.

"You can just leave the stuff here, guys. Some of the other staff is in charge of stocking it anyways. They're real particular on everything, you know? We appreciate your help!" You ramble on, eyes widening when you spot Xavier - shades now clipped to his collar - smirking at you, pearly whites gleaming tauntingly.

Everyone, yourself included, all discard your food onto the chipped wooden counter. You fold your hands into fists on its hard surface, knuckles pressing together, lips pinched tight, feeling this tickle attack you from the tips of your toes and back, leaving you absolutely parched and winded both.

"So you're the Chef's daughter, huh?" Ray is the first to speak to you.

You turn to his direction to see him leaning a few feet beside you, propped against the end of the countertop by his elbow. His smile is genuine, calm, excited even.

He must really have wanted to be here this summer.

"Yeah." Is your proud response. Your mom is a hard worker with a zero tolerance policy for bullshit or dumbasses, so you're very proud to call yourself her child.

"Kind of a given you'd be here with her, right? That's cool. Most kids wouldn't volunteer their time to help their Mama at some sweaty ass camp in the middle of nowhere. You even gettin' anything in return from this?" Ray questions again.

Your body warms a little, not used to this duration of a conversation, let alone by someone this cute, this cool, who seems nice enough. You find yourself softening towards his presence, friendly and open in your answers.

"She'll share whatever she makes with me, so it's a win win. I have to clean the camp, so I'll also pull in my own money, then we put it all together. Living in LA is fucking expensive."

"Wait-" Chet cuts in. "You still live with your mom? Aren't you in your twenties or some shit? Don't you have any plans back home?"

Yup, there it is.

You were expecting some sort of snide commentary from at least someone in this group. You're unsure how to answer. It's not that your lifestyle is something you're ashamed of, it's just that you're beyond sick and tired at the ridicule it brings. Your mood is deflated, head bowing a little at Chet's laughter. Maybe it's not malicious, but to you, it isn't funny either.

"At least she didn't blow a chunk of cash on condoms and cheap ass cologne to impress Brooke. No one likes a cocky counselor, Chet." Sounds to your left.

Ray snorts into his hand, easing back at Xavier's biting remark. Your jaw becomes unhinged with a loud giggle that makes Xavier lick his tongue across the top edge of his teeth. He's super focused on you, sharing this knowing that eases and unsettles you all at once. Ray and Chet begin a bicker at Chet's expense, Xavier continuing to watch you in a similar fashion as you were observing him earlier. The floor feels like lava under your feet, your legs jello.

"Better get back outside, kids. Boss lady will be getting impatient." Your mom's helper speaks to you from the kitchen.

You give him a nod, trance broken. Moving one foot in front of the other is hard, but you get it right, breezing past Xavier and the rest, right back into the summer heat wave.

~*~

After the conversation your mom directed over her history with this Camp and her current decision to return, Margaret invited you to tour the grounds again with everyone else after formal introductions were completed. You weren't going to disagree, not with the possibility of sneaking looks in Xavier's way, hearing the things that came from his perfect mouth. You're fucking sickening, like some dingbat ditz on a sugar high that's having an affair with lust. The whole tour was boring and subpar, but worth it to see Xavier in action. Margaret stops everyone outside the cabin with, in your opinion, the finest views, to preach her rules onto everyone.

You're cringing, already choking on heaps of unshed laughter and snorts. Everyone but Brooke seems to be amused. Brooke seems the most like you, so it's a comfort. Xavier has his debate locked and gone, metaphoric smoke trailing behind of his tongue, following his words like a steaming mug of honey-hot tea. After his fist bump with Ray he makes sure to give a nodding little grin your way.

A bashful smile colors your mouth.

"Y/N is true to her pure body, to herself, to the Lord. She hasn't polluted it with the perversions of today, have you, sweetheart?" Margaret's voice is that bucket of ice water you could've used earlier.

You have to grab onto the other side of the doorway to keep it together, your heartbeat in your throat. How in the fuck does she know what you do, or for that damned matter, if you've done anyone before? The entirety of everyone's attention is on you now. Your eyes are sharp on Margaret's, her joy apparent. You see right through her bullshit.

She can read people, and she's just used that to her very public advantage.

Whatever. Fuck her.

"I don't know how you’d know about my personal life, or why it matters towards the situation of a damned summer camp, Miss Booth." You snap, cheeks hot with anger, neck flushed with adrenaline. 

Her head twitches as if she's some robotic experiment in a lab, but she catches herself, a plastered on smile melting back into place. "Damned is the farthest thing from the grounds on which this Camp sits, Y/N. And as for your earlier inquiry? I have known your mother for half of my adult life, so that means I also know you."

You're in place, still stunned. How does knowing your mom have anything to do with Margaret knowing you're a virgin? It's not something your mom would broadcast to anyone. Luckily, it's a dropped topic. You're given looks you expect, especially by Chet and Montana. Ray and Brooke, who stops to turn around and give a compassionate smile, are the more sympathetic and understanding.

That leaves... him. You're petrified to turn and see his cliché reaction. He doesn't say anything, not at first, only moving past you. But when stops, a partial pivot, there's an almost relieved expression on his face. The breeze picks up a little, making you brush a lock of escaped hair from your messy style.

The grass and dirt crunches under his weight as he approaches you, stopping a decent distance. You can't breathe, can't comprehend anything out of this shared airspace. The wind has the little cross swaying against his lobe, his lips are plump, the blue in his eyes darkening to the shadows of the summer shade. There's rain on the air. It's going to rain tonight.

"You know I teach at an exercise studio in Los Angeles, Y/N? I'm good at helping people learn."

So he's baiting me to come to his gym with my fat body? Prolong the shame?

You want to further scold yourself for thinking he'd be anything but a shallow Hollywood hottie. Typical.

Before the tears even make themselves form, Xavier is moving closer. You don't stop him, don't take the out his slow and respectful pace is giving you. He's tilting in a little more so that wisp of frosted hair brushes your nose, his breath warm and minty.

"A virgin, huh? I guess it works out that I'm a teacher."

[chaotic-aro-incarnate]

Objectively ik that Bertie absolutely sucks so much and he's like the embodiment of everything horrible and bad about rich people but James is so funny and he plays Bertie SO well like I genuinely miss Bertie in the episodes where he hadn't joined back up with the party yet because he's so ridiculous

Also I love how James was like "I'm gonna play a character that is just a pompous rich racist asshole and embodies everything bad about the rich upper class/Tories. Oh fuck he should have at least one thing as a redeeming characteristic before he goes evil, guess he'll be gay too." Like that's how you have a villain who is gay without like the bad homophobic tropes of gaycoded villians. Like he's not a villian because he's gay, he's gay so there can be at least one okay thing about him.

I haven't listened to the metacasts yet so idk if that was his actual thought process but that's the vibe I've gotten

[mabelmadnessss-blog]

Impulse 19 - Deals Change

Impulse 18 - The Plan

As soon as they entered the club, Harley’s breath was stolen from her when her eyes settled on the world around her. His world. The club was modern on the inside, calm lighting and mirrors placed on the walls with rich cream booths and burgundy tables filling the space. Dancing podiums were placed in all the four corners of the room, with a bar island placed, slap bang in the middle of the club. The loud beat of the music filled her ears as she took a deep staggering breath.

"Ready?" He extended his arm for her to take hold of and she did. Deep down, she knew she wasn’t ready for this, but now was too late, she'd have to be.

As they both walked down the stairs arm in arm, the whole room stopped, as if it were frozen in time. The music grew subtle as everyone around them turned their heads and looked in their direction. After an aching silence, the room suddenly erupted into a round of applause. The Joker smiled at his welcoming return "Good evening ladies and gentlemen! I’m back!”

With another round of applause, the Joker patted Harley's hand which his arm and led her down the stairs. When they reached level ground, everyone started to approach the Joker and pat him on the back, congratulating him on his escape from Arkham.

"Good to see you J! How'd you escape the nuthouse?" A large man said sucking on a cigar.

"Albert! It’s always a pleasure." The Joker replied, smacking him lightly on the shoulder.

"This must be the beautiful Doctor Quinzel that I've been hearing so much about!" Albert murmured, reaching out to take Harley's hand. He kissed it, giving her a slight wink in the process. She did nothing but smile back nervously, still feeling overwhelmed by her surroundings. . "Yeah without her I'd still be in that shit hole." J agreed, turning to her with a smile spread across his lips. Slipping his hand round her waist again, he squeezed her roughly, trying to comfort her trembling body. His eyes briefly scanned the room and just in that exact moment, he caught Jerry in his line of vision. "Sorry Albert I'm going to have to love you and leave ya’, no rest for the wicked eh?" He chuckled, turning back to his girl. "Harley baby, why don't you keep Albert company for a moment while Daddy takes care of things?" He suggesting. Leaning in further and whispered "Don't go anywhere."

"Err….okay J..." Harley stuttered nervously. ‘This wasn't the plan, please don't leave me on my own.’

He kissed her on the cheek and slipped off into the crowd. Her eyes returned to Albert, he held out his hand, carrying a warm smile on his face. "C'mon my dear. Let’s get a drink."

She agreed by taking his hand as he lead her over towards the bar. Albert lent over the oak surface and snapped his fingers together to get the barmaid's attention.

"What can I get you Sir?" The barmaid asked. She had black hair, short and curled, piercing green eyes. Harley felt a bubble of jealousy rise in the pit of her stomach, this woman was so beautiful, and she worked for the Joker. Her Joker. Her boyfriend. She couldn’t help but shoot her a glare.

"I'll have a whiskey please." Albert requested, turning to Harley. "What's your poison my dear?"

‘J told me not to drink….maybe I could just...Oh...Oh the heck with it!’ "Vodka lemonade on ice please." She smiled. If he was going to break the rules by leaving her then so was she.

The barmaid nodded and scurried off the prepare the drinks, returning with two glasses in hand only moments later. Albert picked up their drinks and they soon made their way towards one of the more exclusive booths.

"You must be something really special my dear if the Joker has you on his arm." He commented.

"What do you mean?" Harley asked, playing with the lip of her drinking glass.

"He's never had a girl before." He pointed at a crowd of girls that worked for the club. "They've all tried it on with him, nothing says status like sleeping with the boss, but he refused all of them. We thought he wasn't interested in women, men or anything. But that shows what I know." He chuckled sipping his drink.

"Really all of them?" Harley's stomach dropped when she saw one of the girls approach the Joker, both laughing and her arm draping around him.

"Not to worry my dear, he may be a ‘bad guy’ but he's loyal."

She smiled at Albert, she'd only known him for 5 minutes but she knew he was kind and gentle soul. They clinked their glasses together and knocked back their drinks. She no longer felt like obeying the Joker’s rules, not after what she had just seen.

Harley felt a buzz in her black clutch bag. Since J had returned the phone that he had stolen from her, he’d installed a new sim card, with only his number on it. ‘Control freak.’ "Sorry Albert, I better check this, it's probably the boss man." She looked up to see if she could catch the Joker's eye, but he was no longer there.

"Boss man? I like it." He chuckled as another buzz was heard through the bag. "He can be a bit persistent."

"Don't I know it." Harley grinned. Unclasping her bag, she found the phone.

* 2 Unread messages from J*

'That better be water you're drinking.' 'If it isn't I won't be happy'

"Shit." She muttered.

"Everything okay dear?" Albert asked, leaning over.

"Yes it's fine." Harley bit her lip "It's just I'm not meant to be drinking tonight...and…J's just seen me knock back this Vodka."

"Ah I can see why that might be a problem, never mind my dear just tell him I insisted." He smiled.

"I can't ask you to do that Albert, you know what he's like." Harley said firmly.

"Yes I do, and please call me Bertie."

Harley extended an arm to his shoulder. "Thank you Bertie, I owe you one." Harley reached back down to her phone and replied.

'Bertie Insisted, I felt rude to decline.'

Harley started to scan the room for him, he was obviously keeping tabs on her but where was he? He promised he'd stay by her side to keep her safe. Suddenly Harley felt another buzz.

'I don't care if the Queen offered you a drink. Don't break my rules.'

Harley's frustration grew, he'd dragged her to this place, left her alone and gone off to chat to some hooker? ‘Fuck this.’ She furiously grabbed her phone and started to write a reply.

'Thought I'd have some fun, since it looks like you’re having some fun of your own."

Without thinking, Harley pressed 'send'. "Oh fuck." She murmured realising what she had just done. Harley blinked hard, suddenly feeling a little bit nauseous. "Please excuse me Bertie, I just need to get some air."

Albert nodded "I'd use the back door my dear, more privacy." He pointed at the back door in the distance. She slipped out of the booth and made her way outside, pushing past anyone that got in her way.

Pushing the door open she lent against the railings and took a deep breath. Her dress rippled against the wind and her hair moved gracefully around her face. She stared up into the moonlight trying to calm herself down. It was a crescent moon, the same as her tattoo. She touched it grinning, the night sky always sent her into a world of tranquility.

"Harley?" A familiar voice broke the silence. She turned her head swiftly to see Will leaning against the doorway.

"Hey Will."

"You okay Harley, you don't look so good?" He moved next to her, resting his elbows against the railings.

"I'm fine, just a bit nervous is all." Harley replied, smiling weakly.

"Nothing to worry about, J has it covered." Will said reassuringly.

"Does he? Last I saw of him, he was flirting with some girl." Harley turned towards him. He reached out and grabbed her hand. "You know he'd never do anything right, he's loyal."

"That's what Bertie said, but how do I know that? Do I really know him at all? He took me away from my life and brought me into his. But I don't know the first thing about him." She explained.

"That's not true Harley and you know it."

"Do I? He talks all the time but he never really says anything? He knows everything about me, my deepest desires and fears. Yet I know nothing about him. How do I know I'm not just some joke, some pawn in his great game of chess?"

"Harley, you don't mean that." Will said, reaching out to comfort her.

A tear slipped out from her eye, he squeezed her hands for comfort. "He brings out the worst in me Will and I can't help but love it."

"I know." He embraced her in a tight hug. "I know."

She gently pulled away and wiped her tears, looking into his eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being my friend, being there for me and just making me feel better." She smiled and he smiled back, they hadn't known each other for long but they had a connection, both new to the Joker's world and feeling lost.

"Cigarette?" He pulled out a silver case from his inside jacket pocket, stubbing a cigar on the silver surface.

"No thank you, I don't smoke."

"Wanna try?" He lit his cigar and took a drag, demonstrating how to take it. He held it out for her to take. She slipped in between her two fingers in her right hand and raised it to her lips.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" They both jumped at the sound of Joker's voice, turning to face him they both saw a look of panic and anger in his eyes. "Will leave us, I'll deal with you later." His sharp eyes focusing on Harley when he addressed Will.

Will slipped past them both, looking back at Harley with worried eyes.

Joker's eyes never left hers and he approached her with slow but heavy steps. "What the fuck do you think you're playing at? I've been looking for you everywhere."

"I needed some air." Harley replied, still not reaching his gaze.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. "That’s funny because I'm sure I told you to stay put and not go anywhere. You've broken so many rules tonight Harley. And what the fuck is this all about?" He pulled up the text message that she had sent.

"You left me alone to go off and chat to some hooker, how did you expect me to react? I told you how nervous and scared I am about tonight and you still left me."

"You're a big girl I thought you could handle yourself, but clearly not." He grabbed the cigar from her hand and threw it over the balcony. "I don't ever want to see you smoke or drink again, not without my permission."

"Why? You do it all the time." She said, folding her arms over her chest.

He growled in response "Don't forget who owns you." Joker grabbed her wrist and pulled her hard. "We'll talk about this later, now we have the matter of business to attend to. Pull yourself together and don't fuck up." He dragged her through the door and back into the club. She didn't bother resisting, it would only add fuel to the already raging fire that she had caused.

His grip was harsh and her wrists began to throb, he dragged her through the crowd, and up the stairs towards some private booths. He stopped her just outside the door. He grasped her face with one hand as the other drew back and flew forward, hitting the side of her face sharply. She fell back in shock but he caught her just before she hit the ground. Pulling her up she roughly pushed him away, tears springing in her eyes and holding her cheek. "What was that for!?"

"You need to be reminded of who's in charge Harley, I don't tolerate disobedience." He ran his hands through his hair, a tinge of regret in his eyes. He extended a hand to touch her but she flinched away.

"Don't touch me."

He was just about to respond when the door opened and Hutch stepped through. "Boss? He's here."

"Okay Hutch we'll be through in a second." Hutch nodded and closed the door. The Joker approached Harley, but she backed away. "Harley, you know I don't like hitting you."

"Do I? You do it often enough." She whispered through her tears.

"C'mon baby, don't be like this." He said, almost pleading.

"Like what? Honest? Well at least one of us is." She pushed passed him and roughly entered through the door. The room was small and intimate, decorated lavishly, presumably used for the barmaids 'clients.'

The room was empty apart from Adam and Will standing in the corner holding a gun each. She smiled up at Will and he returned it. She walked over to the seats and took the one to the left, nearest to the door. The Joker entered soon after, not saying a word as he sat next to her. Harley could feel the anger radiating off him, but right now she couldn't care less.

The door creaked open and that's when Sam entered. To Harley's surprise he was well dressed for the occasion. He wore a smart tux and held a package in his hand. He looked nervous but determined. He walked round the table and stopped when he saw Harley.

"Harley?" He muttered. Sam walked closer to her, but as he did so, Harley started to edge closer towards the Joker.

"Uh-uh-uh" Joker wagged his finger, noticing Sam’s eager eyes. "Not until we've discussed our little business deal."

Sam stopped and sat down opposite them both, undoing his jacket button. "Joker, I have what you want."

"And I have what you want." He turned his eyes towards Harley and then back to Sam. "Show me the goods then Sammy boy."

Sam opened the package and pulled out a vial of black liquid. He placed it on the table in front of him. "Here, this is the new sample of the toxin you wanted." He pushed it over the table towards Joker. "Now let her go."

"Not that easy I'm afraid." Joker teased, grabbing the toxin and putting it in his pocket.

"We had a deal!" Sam shouted, making Harley jump out of her seat.

"Deals change, why would I give her to you when she's much more useful to me?" Joker purred, turning to Harley and running his index finger lightly across her jawline.

"How could she possibly be any use to you?" Sam asked, raising his voice even further.

"Oh, you clearly have no idea..." He winked, moving his hand further to stroke Harley's bruised cheek. She winced in pain, it hurt but not as much as she was letting on. After all she still had a role to play.

"Please Sam.." Harley whispered lightly.

"Shut it!" Joker yelled, slamming his fist on the table.

"Lay one finger on her and I swear you'll regret it." Sam replied. He stood abruptly towering over them both.

The Joker snarled, standing up quickly to match his height. "Or what?"

Suddenly the door creaked open, the sound sending a shock wave of silence throughout the whole room. Sam turned his head to the doorway and  smirked as another figure walked into the room.

"Nice to see you again Joker." The figure spoke, approaching him slowly.