The Joker has escaped from Arkham & Dr Harleen Quinzel, stripped
her down to her lingerie, and tied her up. She's been crying, her
mascara
running down her face. She doesn't understand how he got loose. He
circles her, speaking to her in a sing-song voice, taunting her while
the wheels turn in her head. As he fondles her bare breasts,
she's frightened of what's to come. The Joker whips out his cock &
shoves it into Dr Quinzel's mouth, bending her backwards &
facefucking her. "Why are you doing this to me?" she cries. He
slaps joker cards on her spit-covered face as he explains, "Well, you
hurt the ones you love, and I love you so much I'm going to hurt you
until you love me back." Then he bends her over &
fucks her hard from behind. Harleen continues to cry for a while, but
then she cracks just the smallest joke. The Joker is very pleased. "Was
that a joke? Did you make a little funny?" He pulls
her up by her pony tail. "A regular little harlequin. Harleen Quinn,
yeah." She endures another round of face slapping but she hardly
flinches this time. He smacks her ass while he fucks her, and the
slightest smile crosses her face. "Hit me harder. I can take it."
