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Harley looked at her reflection in the mirrored elevator one last time as it descended to the lobby, checking that everything was just right. The red and black tips of her hair were hidden within the ruthless bun at the base of her skull, her tan sweater dress and nude pointed stilettos matched to perfection (nevermind that the heels had the most glorious red soles), her doctor’s coat hung loosely (it had billowed as she’d walked down the hall in the most delightful manner), and her large round glasses were perched perfectly on the bridge of her nose. The whole look, she knew, gave her a decided hot librarian vibe…or hot doctor vibe, as the case may be. She gave herself a toothy smile in the mirrored wall, her red lipstick making her pearly whites gleam. 

Walking toward the two men glaring daggers at each other in the hotel lobby, Harley makes sure that her hips sway a little extra with each tap of her heels on the polished marble. As she looks them over, she feels a swell of pride at how they’d both “dressed down,” as she’d requested in her invitation. Joker stood there in black slacks, a maroon button-up shirt rolled up his forearms (the only tattoo visible being the laughter running up one arm), and a beanie pulled down over that glorious mop of green hair, while Dick was in black skinny jeans (gawd that ass!) and a bright blue t-shirt, leaving his mop of jet black hair messy.

“Ma’am, we don’t allow business to be conducted on the premises,” the concierge stutters from behind his desk as soon as she walks past him, staring at Harley’s bright white doctor’s coat.

“Oh, no, sweet boy,” Harley tells him as she steps between the two very different men before her. “They need a different sorta doctor, and there’s no… business happening this evening.” She finally turns, giving the concierge a vicious grin full of teeth and little humor, smiling wider when he cringes. Harley's eyes finally sparkle with barely suppressed laughter as she turns her attention back to the men in front of her.

“If you boys’ll follow me,” Harley chirps happily, ignoring the desk boy’s stammering and stuttering. When the elevator doors close around them, Harley makes sure to bend over more than necessary when sliding her specialized card against the reader and pushing the button for the penthouse.

“Is this seriously how she looked at Arkham?” Dick whispers to Joker, causing her to smile internally. She doesn’t hear an answer, but when Dick whistles, she knows that Joker must have nodded. “No wonder you couldn’t help yourself,” the stupid boy whispers back, causing Joker to growl and a thump behind her…likely Dick hitting the glass wall. 

Making an exaggerated moue of disappointment, Harley finally turns to the boys and looks between them. A little frown line appears as she notices Joker’s hands fisted in Dick’s shirt and Dick’s hands raised to his shoulders in a placating gesture. The grin on his face is taunting, though, and Harley can’t truly fault Joker for attacking.

“Boys,” she murmurs, taking a step toward them to gently remove Joker’s curled fists, putting her fingertips on his chest, and lightly pushing him toward the other side of the elevator. Joker leans against the corner, placing his hands in his pockets. His shoulders hike up to his ears as he watches her, his anger quickly dissipating as she simply stares at him. “You both agreed to the terms on the invitation if you showed up tonight, so I’d appreciate it if you’d both abide by them,” she murmurs as she stands between them, leaning against the glass wall and crossing her ankles to show the long expanse of her leg.

She’s not surprised when it’s Dick that breaks first. He only goes a few seconds before rounding on her, his lips crashing hungrily against hers. She whimpers when he takes her hips in his hands and shoves her back toward Joker’s corner, crowding them all together. Joker makes a pained oomph noise but stays stock still behind her, keeping his hands to himself and not joining in on the fun. 

Harley whimpers again as Grayson grinds his hips into her, ensuring that she feels how hard he is for her, how hard Joker is getting despite himself. Legendary self-control could only last so long, after all. Dick grinds his hips into her a little harder, pushing her ass against Joker, who finally growls and takes her hips in his hands, his breath shuddering out of him. As Dick lifts her so that she has to wrap her legs around his hips, her dress rides dangerously up, and Joker places his forehead against her shoulder blade, his hands not moving from her hips.

It had been a good deal too long since she’d had sexual relations with anything other than her vibrator, and the feel of them pressed so close was almost too much. When Dick thrusts his tongue into her mouth, little mewling noises escape, causing Joker’s fingers to twitch against her body. Just when she thinks Joker is about to move his hands, the elevator dings, letting her know they’ve finally reached the penthouse on the twentieth floor.

Dick steps back, and Harley knows he assumes she’ll hop down to show them the way, but when she keeps her legs locked around his hips, peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, he walks down the short hallway between the elevator and the rest of the penthouse into the living room. Joker’s eyes stay on her the whole way down the hall, never bothering to look around, and she can feel a small shiver work its way up her body at the intensity present in his eyes.

Once they’re in the middle of the room, she quickly removes her glasses, putting them in her coat pocket before shucking off her doctor’s coat, and throwing it at the couch. She then lifts her dress over her head and throws it in the same direction, not caring where they land. Finally, in just her underwear and bra, she separates her mouth from Dick’s and looks around for Joker, pretending that she hasn’t been watching him just as keenly as he’d been watching her.

“Come join us, Joker,” Dick croons, turning his head in the same direction to stare at the Clown Prince of Crime, who stands just out of arm’s reach. Slowly walking toward them, she watches ravenously as Joker violently pulls the beanie from his head, letting her finally see that shock of bright green hair she’d missed waking up to every morning. 

Stepping behind her, Joker unclasps her bra and slides his fingers around her ribcage, almost light enough to tickle as he rests his head on her shoulder blade. He murmurs something into her skin about “beautiful,” but she doesn’t catch it all as Dick thrusts his tongue into her mouth at the same time. Those glorious fingers slip under the cups of her bra, his large hands engulfing her small chest, causing her to arch into the feel of him playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his index finger and thumb. 

Grayson grinds her between them, causing delicious friction to begin sending her higher and higher, her body ramping up quicker than expected. His kissing becomes frantic, his hands moving from her hips, trusting that their tightly pressed bodies will keep her aloft. His fingers slide into her hair at the temples, loosening the bun, little wisps escaping around her face. As if sensing how close she already is, Joker stops playing with her chest, and Dick pauses his movements, causing her to cry out. She’d been so close to the first orgasm of the night, and she shakes her head, her chest heaving at the forced stop.

“Oh no, Doll, it won’t be that easy,” the cruel man behind her purrs. She tries to gyrate her hips against Grayson, but Joker stops her with a firm grip on her hips, causing her to whimper. The snick of the knife behind her is loud in the silent room, causing a shiver to run up her spine as she feels the razor edge of the blade at the fabric of her thong. It tears like paper under the sharp edge, and he pulls the useless piece of cloth off her body. She can feel his fingers exploring the flesh of her ass, a calloused finger circling her asshole before delving further forward to rub into her dripping folds. 

“So wet, Harley,” he murmurs into the sensitive skin behind her ear as that single finger delves inside her. He’s lazy with his strokes, purposefully not touching those inner spots he knows will send her over the edge. Removing his hands from her hopelessly mussed hair, Dick slowly slips her bra off, making sure that it slides along her sensitive flesh the entire way. When Joker pushes a second finger into her, she cries out at the slight stretch, and Dick uses the moment to slip his tongue into her mouth, eating the noises she makes.

“How long has it been?” Joker breathes behind her as he slowly adds a third finger and pumps them languorously into her. Dick eats every whimper she makes, not allowing her the breath to answer. Harley can already sense her body seeking release, but Joker again removes his fingers from her as soon as he feels her inner walls tighten around him. Reaching an arm back to wrap around his neck, Harley turns her body enough that she’s able to break away from Dick and kiss Joker, nibbling at that plump lower lip. He groans against her mouth as her fingers play with the hair at the back of his neck, knowing just how to tease him. 

Letting them hold her up, Harley reaches her free hand between her and Dick to rub against his rigid cock even as she licks the seam of Joker’s lips, begging for entrance. As he opens up and she’s able to slip her tongue against his, she can feel Dick pepper kisses along her clavicles and down her chest, the flat of his tongue sliding against her pebbled nipple. She relishes every noise Joker makes against her mouth, loving the taste of him as his tongue flicks against hers.

Joker’s fingers flex against her ass as he holds her up, allowing Grayson to more easily reach down to open his fly. Her hand automatically goes to his now-free member, stroking him up and down, her thumb playing with the bead of precum she can feel nestled at his tip. When she hears the rustle of foil, she breaks away from Joker’s mouth to look at Dick. 

“They took everything away when I was in Belle Reve, and I haven’t…I haven’t been with anyone in two years,” she tells Grayson quietly, not looking at J when she says the words. She watches as he drops the foil packet containing the condom to the floor and positions himself at her dripping center. She whimpers at his thick length slowly sliding into her, stretching her wide to accommodate him. Joker holds her ass up as Dick puts his forearms under her knees, lifting her legs up so her knees are almost at his shoulders. She hears her heels clatter to the floor behind them as he thrusts to the hilt, her legs swinging with the motion. 

Joker kisses down her neck as she watches Dick’s face contort with his effort to push past her natural resistance, trying to make this last for them both. Joker takes advantage of her distraction and slips a spit-coated finger into her ass with no warning, spearing her ass as Grayson spears her pussy. Harley cries out, her back arching at the sting of something going into an out-only hole with no preparation.

“That’s it, Doll,” Joker purrs as he slowly slips a second finger into her tight back entrance, keeping pace with Grayson’s slow strokes. She clenches around Joker’s fingers, and he watches as more wisps fly from her bun as she shakes her head. He knew that if they wanted to go any further, her body would need to be stretched. There was no way he’d fit comfortably up her ass if she was this tight, and it was becoming abundantly clear that he’d been the last man she’d been with in every way. He adds a third finger, causing her to cry out and throw her head back to rest on his shoulder as he fucks her ass faster and faster. Her inner walls flutter around him as she begins to ramp back up, her orgasm threatening to spill over at any moment. He stills his fingers and gives Grayson a look that has the other man stopping, causing Harley’s breath to sob out of her. He knew she’d use her safe words if it became too much and that this was likely the last time he’d get away with stopping her orgasm before she screamed one out. 

Grayson breathes heavily as he comes down from his own near orgasm and waits for J’s signal, aware that the other man knows Harley’s body better than anyone. Likely even better than she knew her own. He runs a hand down the long column of her neck, arched at an angle that looks painful.

“I have no idea how I’m going to last all night, Harley,” Dick breathes as he looks down at her heaving chest. Her lips curl up though she keeps her eyes closed, clearly trying to force her body into submission.

“Ivy created a special pink cocktail for you for the evening,” she tells them, vaguely gesturing to the wet bar along one wall. When both men look to where she’s pointing, they see several rows of vials filled with bright pink liquid and a much smaller row of purple. They raise their eyebrows at each other at the number of vials and that it was something Poison Ivy (who had every reason to dislike them both) had cooked up. Joker notices a little bottle of lubricant just to the side of those vials and smiles toothily at the other man. He steps away, causing Harley to cry out at the loss, watching as her eyes pop open to track his movements. She follows his every move as he grabs the lubricant and reads the bottle (or pretends to at any rate), her body shivering at the promise of what that means.

When he’s finally sure her body has come down from the precipice sufficiently, Joker stands to the side so that she can see his every move and slowly slides his zipper down, knowing what each snick does to her. Her breathing speeds up as he pulls his cock out of his slacks, pumping himself up and down. Harley licks her lower lip, her pupils dilating further as she ravenously watches him. Walking back toward the entwined couple, Joker stands behind her again, pushing his cock between their bodies to rest against her spine. Pumping his hips up a few times, Joker lets her feel how hard he is for her, how ready he is to fuck her tight ass. When he feels Grayson begin to fuck her again, Joker times his thrusts to match.

Feeling him through the slacks had been one thing, but to feel the velvety soft rigidness of Joker’s cock pressed against the flesh of her back was something else entirely. His fingers slip back into her ass, coated in the oil that would lubricate the way for something much larger. She stops breathing momentarily at the feel of the head of his cock being placed at her entrance.

“Oh, fuck,” Harley whimpers at the feel of Joker pushing at her clenched asshole. “I dunno if I can, J. Oh gawd, please,” she cries out as he slides the bulbous mushroom head of his cock into her, the previous finger fucking and lubrication barely helping to ease the way. Grayson pauses his movements to let her get used to the feel of being double stuffed, and Harley tightens her hand in his hair. 

“Let go, Doll,” Joker whispers into her neck, peppering kisses along her carotid artery and shoulder, paying special attention to the jester on her shoulder blade. Joker gently turns her face toward him, kissing her tenderly as both men stay still as statues, her body finally beginning to unclench around them.

“I ca…I ca…please,” she whimpers against Joker’s lips as he slowly penetrates her. Past her natural resistance, past the desperately tight confines of her out-only hole. Oh gawd, but there wasn’t supposed to be anything that large up there. Hadn’t been in years. She wants to cry at the stretch that pushes her limits of pleasure-pain into the pain-only stratosphere. And maybe she does because she can feel the wetness on her cheeks that denote tears.

“Breathe, Harl. Let your inhibitions go. You wanted this. Let go,” Joker whispers against her lips as his fingers find her clit and rub. He flicks at her labia piercings when he finds them, humming something about those being new, but she’s too focused on his dexterous fingers to catch exactly what he says. That small bit of pleasure helps knock the pain down a touch, but then he starts moving, and oh gawd, no. 

“Please, Pud’, please,” she whimpers, clutching at his neck with one hand, even as her other hand tightens in Grayson’s hair. She’d promised herself she wouldn’t use his nickname, but this was just too much. Finally, she can feel his hips hit her ass, telling her that he’s in, and she shakes her head. They both stay stock still as her body adjusts to the feeling of being full, Joker’s fingers against her clit the only things moving. 

Grayson starts moving first, pumping his hips up slowly as Joker continues to play with the bundle of nerves at her apex. She can feel the too-thin bits of flesh separating the two men as Dick begins to really impale her, his hips slapping against hers. She turns her head away from Joker, latching onto Grayson’s mouth and thrusting her tongue against his with the same rhythm his cock was pumping in. 

When she finally starts moaning, Joker begins to unhurriedly thrust his hips forward, not bothering to match Grayson stroke for stroke. Joker slowly picks up the pace, causing her to bounce between them and cry out with each thrust.

“Doll, I need you to stop clenching, or I’m not going to last much longer,” Joker tells her as he pounds her ass into submission. She was too full. Too full of two very large men. When Joker’s fingers begin to flick at her clit again, their pace picks up to a near-brutal rhythm, and she can feel lightning flickering along her spine, letting her know she’s close.

“Please,” she sobs, turning back to Joker to kiss him, causing a moan to rumble up his chest. His fingers flick faster, rubbing her the way he knew would send her over the edge, and she screams into his mouth, shattering around them. Joker eats every noise she makes until she doesn’t have any breath left, and still, they fuck her. She clenches everything, and both men cry out, stilling as they spill their seed into her. She can feel it fill her to the brim, their cocks jumping inside her with their aftershocks.

“Harley,” Joker moans against her lips as Grayson kisses along her clavicles and licks and nibbles his way up her neck to her jaw before taking her earlobe in his teeth and gently pulling down. 

Joker slips out first, putting himself away as he continues to kiss her, supporting her when Grayson slides out. Her knees almost buckle when Grayson steps away and Joker puts her down. Splaying his hand against her lower belly, J pulls her back flush to him, keeping her upright as he removes the pins from her hair with his free hand. She can feel it tumble down, and Joker makes a pleased noise against her mouth, running his fingers through it and pushing it over one shoulder to cover one side of her chest. As he combs blindly through it, he makes sure to drag his fingers across the sensitive flesh of her breast, scraping against her nipple as he follows its length. Finally breaking away, she rests the back of her head against his chest, letting him support her as her body relearns what it is to stand on its own again and enjoying the post-coital bliss. She watches Grayson go over to the bar and finger one of the little pink vials, looking thoroughly unsure. 

“Harl,” Joker whispers, his face buried in her curls, but she wrenches away, unable and unwilling to let him finish the thought. He lets her go, and she can feel his eyes bore into her back as she walks to Grayson and her own purple vials. Pamela had told her that the purple vials were for her when she’d handed Harley the package earlier in the week, and Harley hadn’t questioned it. Grabbing one up, she watches as Dick slams his bright pink vial back, drinking it as quickly as possible. When he doesn’t immediately choke, she sips at hers and is pleased with the grape flavoring.

“What’d yours taste like?” Harley asks as she drinks the rest.

“Oddly enough, like nothing. It’s almost more disconcerting than if it had tasted like bubblegum or strawberries,” Grayson tells her, a small frown line appearing between his brows. “Yours?”

“Grape soda,” she tells him happily, feeling the concoction work through her system, giving her more energy than she’d started with. “I need to get cleaned up before our other guest arrives,” she tells them both as she steps toward the master bedroom. “Feel free to use the spare bedroom and the bathroom there to clean up. There are wipes if you’d like.”

“Harley,” Joker growls as she steps past him, trying to grab her wrist, but she gracefully side-steps.

“Don’t,” she whispers, trying to keep the broken crack out of her voice as she continues toward the bedroom. Tonight was meant to be about debauchery so depraved it would break her dry spell and put her back on the market. It was meant to remind her that it wasn’t only Joker that could make her orgasm, and he wasn’t the only perfect fit for her body. It wasn’t about whatever it was he needed to say. 

Harley ignores the way his eyes flash when she rejects him and instead steps into the bedroom, closing the door and locking it. The clock on the nightstand told her that if she had any intention of cleaning up before her next guest arrived, she’d best do it fast.

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Harley can hear the elevator ding as she steps out of the bedroom. Perfect timing! 

“Oh, this will be fun to watch,” she can hear Grayson murmur from the side and ducks her head to hide her smile. She needed to ensure she was between the elevator and Joker when her last guest arrived. She sees Dick stand by Joker, trying to make it look casual but clearly of the same mind.

As Jonathan Crane steps out of the elevator and into the living room, he pauses to blink owlishly at her. She knew she was quite the sight in her tiny red and black pleated skirt, bright white shirt that did nothing to hide the dark red of her lace bra, thigh-high white stockings with black mary jane heels, and a headband holding her long hair back from her face. She can hear Joker growl and Grayson say something quietly but keeps her focus on the man in front of her. 

“Professor,” she chirps, smiling brightly at him as she steps forward, elated that he’d dressed in his professorial garb. She takes in the dark grey suit jacket buttoned over the thin sweater covering his white pinstriped shirt and dark patterned tie. The way the slacks hung with that perfectly pressed crease down the middle that she couldn’t wait to muss up. He was every school girl’s wet dream with that square jaw, high cheekbones, full lips, and square glasses that he often needed to push up with his middle finger.

“You do know they revoked my credentials?” he questions in a mildly condescending tone as he stares at her, thoroughly ignoring the men behind her.

“While they may have revoked my license to practice psychiatry, that doesn’t make all of my schooling invalid,” she tells him as she finally reaches him. “Same goes for you.” Linking their arms, she leads him to the desk she’d prepared for his arrival and hops up to sit on it. Jonathan looks down at the paper lying in the middle of the desk, his brow quirking as he notices the bright red F at the top. Taking his suit coat off, he places it gently on the back of the chair before sitting down to let her lead him where she would.

“How long have you had this fantasy, Harleen?” Jonathan sternly demands. He was one of the few people she allowed to still use her given name, knowing it was a habit he’d never break. She’d been one of his best students at Gotham University when he’d been a newly minted teacher. He’d mentored and encouraged her to work at Arkham once she’d completed her degree, and she'd harbored a mild crush for him at the time. Harley can tell the coy smile she gives him is answer enough when he clears his throat and smoothes down the front of his sweater. 

Hopping down from the desk, Harley rests her ass against the edge and crosses her feet at the ankles, knowing that every man in this room has a thing for her legs. “But Professor, I don’t want an F,” she whines, staring down at Crane with wide eyes as she fingers the top of her thigh-high stockings.

“I’m sure there are a few things you could do to bring the grade up,” he murmurs as he pushes his glasses up his nose, willing to play along.

“To an A?” she hums, biting her lower lip to hide her smile.

“I think that depends upon what you’re willing to do,” he tells her as he leans forward to trace his thumbs up the inside of her thighs. She obligingly spreads her legs for him, a small whimper escaping as his fingers travel further north, tracing the top of her stockings and then continuing to the outline of her microscopic thong.

“Anything,” she whispers, her hips canting toward his exploratory touches. Jonathan watches avidly as she strokes a hand up the front of her crisp white shirt, fingering the buttons at the top before popping the first few to give him a peek at the lace underneath. Kneeling down in front of him, Harley makes sure her shirt is open enough for him to see the swell of her breasts and the lace of her bra peeking out. She runs her hands up and down his thighs a few times before looking at him, pulling her plump lower lip between her teeth.

“Like this, Professor Crane?” Harley whispers as she finally places a hand on the bulge in his slacks, letting it simply rest there as if she’s a clueless student with no idea how this sex thing works. Covering her hand with his much larger one, he encourages her to rub up and down, spreading his legs a little wider so that she’s able to settle more comfortably between them. She watches his prominent Adam's apple bob as she unzips his pants and reaches her hand into his briefs, stroking his length. She can feel the light dusting of hair around the base of him, and can’t wait to set him free.

“I want you to lick it like those suckers you’ve always got stuck between your lips, Miss Quinzel,” Jonathan tells her as she pushes his briefs down to let his cock spring free, her eyes going round at the sight. That he (still) remembers her penchant for lollipops in college (really, it had only been his class she’d sucked on things in) tells her that maybe this had been a mutual thing the entire time. Sliding his fingers through her hair, he guides her head toward his cock, encouraging her to listen to her teacher.

Harley licks Jonathan’s slightly curved dick from base to tip, following the vein on the underside before dipping her tongue into the slit at the top to catch the precum on her tongue. She rolls the salty liquid around her mouth as she stares up at him, enjoying how he readjusts his glasses even as she wonders if she can still deepthroat him with his length. Groaning, his hand in her hair tightens as he guides her mouth back to him, encouraging her to take it in her mouth and suck.

She eagerly obliges, bobbing her head a few times before looking up and asking if that’s good.

“Just like that, Miss Quinzel. We’ll get your grade up yet,” Jonathan sighs, staring down at her. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks, taking as much in as possible before her gag reflex kicks in. She’s able to go further each time, using her hand to pump up and down what she's unable to suck on. When her mouth and throat are fully stuffed, her lips touching the base of him, she hums, causing him to moan her name, his hand fisting in her hair. She does this a few more times before he moans out how close he is, and she slows her movements, not wanting him to finish quite yet.

“I was thinking, Professor,” she murmurs, looking up at him with round eyes as she licks her lips, “that your aide could help get my grade up?” She looks back at the two men standing across the room, letting them know with her eyes that one of them needed to get their ass over to her.

“Stand up,” Jonathan demands, fisting his hand in her hair and using it to pull her up. He slides his hand down her stomach to slip under her skirt and pull her thong aside, two fingers sliding between her folds, though they don’t delve deeper. “So wet already, Harleen,” he murmurs before finally pushing those two fingers inside her. “But naughty girls that don’t do well on their papers need to be punished. Maybe my aide and I could teach you a lesson in discipline?” he tells her as he languidly pumps fingers calloused from years of grading papers in and out of her.

Turning her head, she watches as Grayson shoves Joker in the back, forcing him forward as tribute. It’s then that she notices Crane pulling a traditional wooden ruler out of nowhere and placing it on the desk, looking pointedly at Joker. Her breath quickens at the thought of the pain Joker could inflict, but she bends obediently at the waist, spreading her feet and putting her hands on Jonathan’s thighs to stabilize herself. As she leans over, Johnathan's fingers slip from her, and he rests them against her lips until she dutifully sucks them clean. Using one hand to keep herself steady, Harley uses the other to begin fisting Jonathan again, making sure her ass is as high as she can get it, bare and ready for her punishment.

Pulling the tiny red thong down her thighs, Joker leaves it at her knees as he fingers the juices already spreading down the inside of her leg. He pushes her skirt up above her ass and takes the ruler, smacking his palm experimentally. A shiver racks her body at the loud crack of the wood, and she cries out a moment later as his next swing connects with her ass. She pumps her hand faster, and Crane’s elevated breathing only encourages her. He leans forward to slip his hand into her gaping shirt, pulling one breast out of the bra cup and kneading it before fingering her nipple. She catches her breath, her mouth finally descending to Jonathan’s cock as Joker smacks her several more times, varying his placement, her juices slipping further down her inner leg.

“Yellow,” Harley finally cries out when Joker smacks her hard enough that it’s pure pain. She can hear the implement drop before his knees slam against the thick carpet behind her, her entire body shivering as he licks a stripe from stem to stern. He riles her up enough with his fingers teasing and his long tongue flicking her that she barely notices the buttplug slipping in. Harley cries out as she feels it spread her open from the inside, her toes curling in her heels at the sensation.

“We can’t have you tightening up prematurely, now can we?” Joker purrs, nibbling the flesh of her stinging ass. She can hear the rustle of his slacks as he stands back up, but she pays more attention to the cock she’s currently sucking, humming in the back of her throat as she takes as much as she’s comfortable with in this position. She makes sure the hand she’s not using as a stabilizer pumps Crane up and down, her mouth and hand working in tandem. Jonathan uses both hands to swipe the hair that had fallen around her face back, holding it out of her way as her mouth slides up and down, giving him a better view of what she’s doing.

Joker stares down at his Harley sucking another man off and wants to snarl. He knew the night had barely begun if the number of bright pink vials was anything to go by, so he’d best get used to it. It was one thing when it was Nightwing fucking her. Joker had known she had a thing for the Boy Wonder since their first fight, stopping mid-roundhouse kick to admire his ass, but Scarecrow?! The bookworm that he was constantly at odds with?! Before he knows what he’s doing, his hand violently swings, catching the underside of her asscheek in a resounding thwack that jolts her entire body forward. It clearly takes a moment for the pain to register, but the squeak she lets loose around Crane sets his cock jumping. He smacks her delectable asscheek again, slips his already-hard dick out of his slacks, and watches as Harley gags when she sucks more of Crane down than planned. 

“Naughty students need to be punished, after all. Isn’t that right, Professor?” Joker finishes with a sneer as he smacks the other asscheek. The whimper that escapes sends a jolt through him, and he slams into her drenched core to the hilt with no warning. She puts both hands on Crane’s thighs, letting Joker’s momentum drive her mouth forward.

All Harley can do is hold on as Joker fucks her relentlessly (almost viciously) from behind, causing the buttplug to jostle with each thrust. She digs her fingers into Jonathan’s thighs as she continues to suck him off, her head bobbing up and down. As soon as her body begins to race toward the finish line, Joker stops as if he knows her body better than she knows herself. 

Harley involuntarily whimpers but uses the pause to take a breath, lifting her head and stroking Jonathan with her hand as she works her jaw back and forth. He keeps hold of her hair with one hand, and when she looks up at him, she can see his pupils blown wide. 

From the quick rise and fall of his chest, she can tell that Jonathan is close, and when his hand tightens in her hair, she knows what he needs. With the hand in her hair, he guides her mouth back down to his cock, and she takes him as far as she can before taking a deep breath and going further. She can feel Joker’s fingers tightening into vices around her hips even as she feels Jonathan hit the back of her throat, her nose pressing against his abdomen, and the neatly manicured hair there. 

“Fuck, Harleen,” Jonathan moans, violently shoving her head down to cum into the back of her throat. She gags briefly, but he keeps her head pressed tightly to him, forcing her throat to convulsively swallow around him. Once he’s spent, Jonathan sits back bonelessly, letting her hair go so she’s able to come back up for air. As she looks over her shoulder at Joker to see why he’s still not moving, even though she’s come down from her near orgasm sufficiently, she sees him slip from her, causing a whimper to escape at the loss. He smacks her ass roughly as she stands, her panties falling to her feet. 

"But I didn't…" she tells him with a frown, unable to articulate what she needs as she turns to fully face him, stepping from the circle of her thong on the floor. Her thighs rub together in a bid for some kind of release, causing Joker’s eyes to flick down to watch the movement even as he puts himself away. 

"Oh, but that grade," Jonathan tells her breathlessly, gesturing to her pretend paper, "doesn't deserve a reward, Miss Quinzel."

"I would think my efforts had brought my grade up sufficiently!" Harley squawks indignantly, turning her glare on both men in turn.

"I'm sorry, Doll, but that only brings it up to a 'C'...at best," Joker tells her pleasantly, a wicked smile spreading across his face as she angrily stomps a foot (and immediately regrets it when the butt plug jostles inside of her). The audacity! She gave them an inch, and they took a bloody mile! Joker smiles all the broader, clearly reading her mind. 

Harley watches as Dick saunters to them, two pink vials in one hand and a purple in the other, handing them out like candy. Jonathan looks at him dubiously, watching as Joker slams his own back in a single swallow.

"If it helps, I've already had one and didn't die," Dick says, clearly understanding Crane's reluctance to drink the disturbingly bright pink liquid.

"That does help," Crane tells the other man mildly. "Joker's biology is nothing to go by. Who knows what he's immune to after his acid baths and the experimental drug treatments he's likely endured over the years at Arkham." Turning, he blinks at Harley a few times before asking, "Who, exactly, made this?"

"Who do ya think, Professor?" Harley chirps, a saccharine smile spreading across her lips as she downs the purple concoction, a shiver running up her spine as it takes effect. Pushing his glasses up, he blinks owlishly at her a few more times before quickly downing the tiny bottle's contents, staring at her the entire time. She smiles toothily at him when he doesn't immediately expire, his lips curving up ruefully on one side in return.

"What will get me to a B minus, at the least?" Harley murmurs, fiddling with the shirt buttons at her chest as if unsure of herself. 

"Take off your shirt and bra," Jonathan tells her as he reclines in the desk chair, his cock already at half-mast at whatever plan he has for her. She quickly does as she's told and is starting on the zipper of her skirt when she feels Joker's scared hands clench around her wrists hard enough that she whimpers. 

“He didn’t tell you to take anything else off, Doll,” Joker hums happily behind her, his hands only tightening on her wrists when she struggles.

“No one asked–”

“As much as I hate to agree with the Clown on anything, Miss Quinzel, he is quite right,” Jonathan tells her placidly, using his index finger to push the bridge of his glasses incrementally up his nose. Harley can’t figure out why that simple motion is extremely sexy, but little bees begin wriggling in her lower belly when he does it, and the curl of his lip tells her that he knows that. His hardening cock also lets her know he’d done it to elicit a response rather than necessity, and her breathing speeds up.

“You’re always conspicuously absent when Joker and I are at odds, Harleen, so I’ve been curious since you left my tutelage if you’ve kept up with your gymnastics training?” Jonathan asks as his butt lifts off the chair to pull his pants down, letting them pool at his feet. She nods mutely, not sure she’d be able to answer without it squeaking out of her in a very undignified way. “That’s very pleasing,” he murmurs, locking eyes with her as he takes his rigid penis in his hand and begins to fist himself up and down. 

Harley bites her lip, thoroughly enjoying the way he plays with himself while watching her. He was so very different from Joker, and she wonders if the fine dusting of hair she can see covering his balls travels up his belly button to his chest? Joker was lucky he still had hair on his head after the acid baths he’d taken, as it had been permanently burned away everywhere else. Her brain then does a little jig and a skip thinking about Grayson, and she begins to wonder if he’ll have hair anywhere or everywhere, but Joker’s hands clench around her wrists, bringing her back to the moment.

“Can you still do a backbend?” Jonathan asks as she watches that hand travel up and down, up and down.

“Yes,” she squeaks, trying to swallow past a suddenly dry throat. Jonathan nods, and Joker lets her wrists go, stepping back to give her room to demonstrate. She performs the requested backbend, her body creating a graceful arc as her hair trails the carpet. One of their positions would need to change if she was going to be at all useful to the two of them like this, even with the height of her heels added to the mix. 

“Stand up,” Joker tells her, and when she does as she’s told (clearly both Js were of the same mind, so there was really no point in arguing, was there?), he twirls her so that she’s facing Jonathan again, and begins braiding her hair. He’s done in half the time it would have taken her, and when he twists the braid to make a bun at the base of her neck, she silently hands over the rubber band on her wrist so that he can tie it all back.

“Now, try that again with your hands landing next to my hips,” Jonathan tells her as Joker finishes with her hair. Harley nibbles her lip before swallowing thickly as she realizes how they plan to use her body next, her eyes wide as she stares at Jonathan. She does as she’s told, her body folding backward and her hands resting next to Jonathan’s hips. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work,” she tells them as her eyes roll up to look at Jonathan in the odd position. 

“I think this’ll help, Harl,” Joker tells her, and she can hear the toothy smile in his voice as he grips her hips and lifts her up. A surprised yelp escapes at the sudden move, but it does help, damn him. 

Repositioning herself so that she can put her forearms on the chair’s cushion, Harley leans down on one forearm. Looking up at Jonathan once more, she grips him in her other hand and leads him to her mouth. Once she has him where she wants him, the other hand slowly lowers so that she has both forearms on the chair, her open palms resting against Jonathan’s knees. Completely distracted by the odd angle and the work it takes to suck Jonathan off upside down, Harley is surprised when she feels Joker slipping back into her wet cunt. She cries out as both men thrust into her simultaneously, the sound turning into a gurgle as Jonathan hits the back of her throat. Her hands latch onto Jonathan's bare thighs, her nails digging in as she attempts to gain stability while both men thrust into her. 

Jonathan watches as Harleen’s legs swing with each of Joker's thrusts, relishing the feel of her tongue sliding against the top of his cock in this position. His hips jerk up, giving her little time for oxygen as he fucks her mouth, and those sharp nails dig into his thighs. She forcefully pushes up after a moment, her arms shaking as she gulps air down her abused throat. 

Not wanting to give her much time for recovery, Jonathan strokes the exquisite column of her neck before guiding her back to him with a hand at her temple. He breathes deeply in a bid for control as her luscious mouth is stuffed full of him, her throat bulging as she descends further. His former student’s thick swallow is loud, even against the backdrop of Joker’s thrusting as she finishes her descent, her nose pushing up against his balls as she takes him all the way down like a good girl. Jonathan moans as he strokes her neck and jaw before putting pressure on her windpipe, cutting off all oxygen for a moment. Harleen makes a noise that could be a whimper, causing him to ease pressure and instead take her jaw in his large hands to rut forward. He knows that if she really wants to, she could rise up and say a safe word, so he continues to absolutely abuse her mouth and throat the way he’s always wanted to.

The vibrations of her strangled cries and her nails digging into his flesh almost send Johnathan over the edge, but he holds back, needing her to finish first. He watches between half-closed eyes as the Clown thrusts harder, Harley’s legs swinging to and fro. Grayson finally joins the party, and the sometimes-Gotham superhero flips the ridiculously pleated skirt up so he can flick Harley’s clit. Jonathan watches her exquisite breasts bounce as she’s fucked from both ends, Grayson rolling a pert nipple between two fingers. Jonathan lets her come up for a gasping breath of air before he pulls her back down, watching as her belly begins to tremble, her body quickly ramping up. 

Harley can barely hold on to what little sanity she has as the fingers speed up against her clit, and Joker slams forward as Jonathan thrusts harder down her throat. She feels like they’re skewering her from either side, trying to force their way to each other through her orifices.

"Now, Doll," Joker growls, and Harley's body instantly obeys the command. She screams with what little oxygen she has as her orgasm finally shatters through her, little stars bursting across her closed eyelids. Jonathan shouts her name as Joker fucks her harder, the fingers at her clit never slowing down. When Jonathan slides out of her mouth, a line of drool and cum keeps them attached momentarily before it slides down her cheek. Her cries fill the room, the orgasm still rocking through her as Dick's skilled fingers play her like a fiddle. The devious superhero takes her nipple in his mouth as Jonathan holds her up with his hands against her shoulder blades. Joker comes with a snarl, thrusting one last time before going still. Dick stops his ministrations, and a small sob escapes in relief as she's allowed to come down from what had felt like a never-ending high. She thinks that all three together might have just been too much, as her breaths sob in and out of her, aftershocks racking her body.

When Joker lowers her feet to the floor and slips out of her, Harley’s knees buckle, and only his hands on her hips keep her upright. She can barely focus straight as Jonathan puts a hand on her upper back to help her out of the now-uncomfortable position, and she almost drops to the floor, boneless. She’s not sure she has the energy for this, even with Ivy’s help. Joker leans down and slides a hand up her back, leaning over her to kiss a bare collarbone. It feels like old times for a moment with him dipping her after a waltz around the bedroom rather than helping her stand after a bout of intense sex with multiple partners.

“I think food is in order, hmm, Doll?” Joker hums against her ear as he helps her stand, his arms wrapping around her back to keep her close. It takes a moment for her brain to register his words as she leans against him for support (secretly relishing the contact, even knowing that she shouldn’t), but eventually, she spies the platter of fruit on the small rolling cart, causing her stomach to rumble. 

Clearly, someone had thought about sustenance rather than just sex, and it definitely hadn’t been her! Finally separating from the comfort of Joker’s arms, Harley grabs a robe she’d thrown on one of the kitchenette chairs before plopping down for a much-needed rest, enjoying the assortment of fruits and finger sandwiches in front of her.

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Dick Grayson flops onto the couch, a strawberry held delicately between his fingers as he watches Harley shovel food into her mouth like it might disappear. In all fairness, she’d been doing most of the work thus far, and her body likely needed the sustenance. No matter how amazing a chemist Pamela Isley was, there was only so much a concoction could pep you back up. Joker had been brilliant to order the food while Harley’d been distracted with Scarecrow earlier. Turning his eyes to the psychotic clown as he takes a bite of the strawberry, Dick watches Joker watch Harley, even as she pretends to ignore him. Dick had been in Bludhaven for the last several years, so he’d only seen news coverage about ACE being blown to smithereens and Bruce’s cryptic warning about Waller and her knowledge of who they were under the masks. He still wasn’t sure what had happened between Joker and Harley to cause this kind of rift, but it was disturbing to see after they’d been together for close to a decade. Finishing off the strawberry, he watches as Harley studiously ignores Joker as she stands, stretches, and slowly walks toward the couch and Dick’s prone position.

Harley puts her hands on the arm of the couch and leans forward, watching Dick suck the strawberry juice from his fingers one by one. From the way his eyes are unable to stay focused on her face, she can tell that her robe is likely gaping down the middle, showing off a fair amount of cleavage.

“Wanna come with me, handsome?” she murmurs as a wicked smile plays across her face at his inability to focus on anything but her breasts. Dick nods mutely, his eyes glued to her as she leans back and walks toward the master bedroom and the huge bed. He watches her shrug the robe off before he strips his shirt off as he follows her, throwing it to the side, giving zero shits where it might land. He knew it would be annoying to find later, but the sight of Harley stripping the robe off and letting it fall behind her was far too enticing for him to focus on much else. 

“Take the shoes and skirt off, Harley,” Dick growls as he finally catches up to her, standing behind her and pausing her with a hand on her sternum. When she reaches behind her to slide the skirt's zipper down, she makes sure to rub her knuckles against the erection tenting his pants enticingly. She can feel from how his chest slides against her back that he’s just as hairless as Joker and wonders again if the hair surrounding his cock will be trimmed like Jonathan or if he’ll be bare like Joker. When she kicks her heels off, his hand moves from her sternum to play with a pert nipple, using it to twist her body around to face him. 

Their bodies pressed this close, Harley has to crane her neck back to look up (and up and further up) at Dick Grayson. She takes her sweet time, enjoying the sight of the myriad of scars across the hard planes of his abs and chest. Her hand seems to have a mind of its own as it briefly plays with his Adonis belt before slipping into his pants and boxers. When she wraps her hand around the thick length of him, Harley looks up to see Dick staring down at her ravenously, his blue eyes bright as a moan escapes his parted lips. He leans down, kissing her like he’s a starving man as he makes quick work of his pants, pulling them and his boxers down as one unit as she fists him. 

Harley smiles against his mouth at his desperate need to free himself and uses his distraction to turn them and push him toward the bed. His eyes go wide as dinner plates, making her want to giggle at his shock, but the sight of his pupils blown wide has her dragging her bottom lip between her teeth.

“That was…rather graceless for a former acrobat,” she tells him as she slowly walks toward him, having to work hard to keep a goofy smile off her face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to push me!” Dick tells her, sticking his bottom lip out in a ridiculous pout that has her smile finally curving one side of her lips up. Sitting up, Dick pushes his pants and boxers the rest of the way down, dragging his socks and shoes with them before leaning back on one arm to stare intently at her. “Come here, Harley,” he murmurs, a cocky smile spreading across his face as he scoots back on the bed and pats his lap. 

Dick watches with hooded eyes as Harley slowly puts one stocking-covered knee on the bed before boosting herself up and crawling on hands and knees toward where he lounges. Her legs straddle his hips as she sits in his lap, her wet center resting against his hard length. Dick grips her hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to hurt in order to keep her still. When she winces slightly, he loosens his grip, not having meant to clench his fingers that hard.

“Tell me, Harley,” Dick murmurs as he nibbles her sharp jawline, finally loosening his grip enough that she’s able to slip him inside her wet cunt and rock her hips, “why we’re here.”

“For a good fuck,” Harley whimpers, trying for more friction as she rotates her hips against him.

The few brain cells still in the head above his shoulders want to call her out on the lie, but then she rolls her hips, and he realizes that maybe the revelation she needed could come later. Maybe he could let her lie to them both for a moment longer.

"Turn around and sit on me backward, then," he murmurs against her lips. 

Harley’s brow crinkles as she looks at Dick, unsure how reverse cowgirl would be better for her than the current position, especially as she would lose sight of the glorious chest in front of her. Why would she want to give that up? Pursing her lips, she traces a finger around the edge of his pectoral muscles, unsure she believes him.

“I promise it’ll be worth it,” he tells her with a crooked smile, a hand going between them to rub her clit. Harley huffs out a breath but turns, willing to indulge him…or at least allow him to prove it. Reverse cowgirl was never as deep, but maybe he knew something she, in her limited knowledge of men, didn’t.

Dick has to focus as Harley slides down, her already-primed body readily accepting him. She places her hands on his knees, slipping up and down a few times to develop a rhythm. While he may enjoy watching her do the work, he can tell from the set of her shoulders that this isn’t deep enough for her, hard enough for her. Placing all of the pillows behind him to prop himself up, Dick leans forward, places a hand between her breasts, and leans her back so that they’re both reclining against the mound of pillows. He knew this angle would be even more shallow to start, but as he moves his hips, her squeak lets him know he’s hit a good spot while rubbing against the butt plug still firmly in place with each thrust.

“Too…slow,” she pants as he continues the slow and shallow thrusts, keeping an eye on the door and the two men leisurely finishing up beyond.

“I’ll give you what you want,” he grinds out between clenched teeth as he shifts his knees, thrusting deep. She cries out for him, stroking every bit of his male ego, and two pairs of eyes turn to the bedroom. He knows if he wants anything from her, now is the time, before they join in. “But tell me,” he murmurs in her ear as he thrusts again, “why we’re really here, past a good reset fuck.”

Harley shakes her head, unwilling to tell the former Boy Wonder the real reason for all of them coming together, refusing to even admit the truth to herself. Dick goes back to his shallow thrusts, his hands on her hips preventing her from helping. 

“Tell me, Harley, why you chose the one villain who might be considered Joker’s only real competition in Gotham,” Dick grinds out between clenched teeth, finding it almost impossible to focus with Harley’s inner walls clenching and unclenching around him. Dick watches as her cry again draws Joker and Crane’s attention from the other room, their eyes reflecting their ravenous intent. “Tell me before they come in, Harley,” he breathes against her ear.

“I want…I want him jealous,” Harleen pants between thrusts, taking control of her mouth. Absolute traitorous bitch! Trash bucket of a woman! “I want…him to know he can…be replaced,” her mouth continues without her permission, “to know his enemies can make me come…just as easily.” The audacity, coming out now, of all times, and spilling trade secrets! Harley wants to scream, and rage, but oh gawd, the friction building from this angle and pace was absolutely delicious. The head of his cock barely pushes into her core, rubbing perfectly against her sensitive walls and the plug still filling her other end up.

“That’s a good girl,” Dick purrs against her ear as his fingers find her clit and begin rubbing. She might beg him, she’s unsure, but suddenly his pace is picking up, and those long fingers are finding the perfect spot, and Harley is exploding around him quicker than she knew was possible, her cries ringing out in the quiet suite. She has her eyes screwed tightly shut as she rides the waves of her orgasm and so misses the look of death Joker gives Dick and Dick’s smug answering smile.

When Harley finally opens her eyes, Jonathan and Joker are standing at the kitchenette with identical looks, watching her like hawks must watch a mouse. Rather than being terrified (as she probably should, with two of Gotham’s greatest villains looking at her like she was their next meal), she sits up and gives them a crooked smile. Placing her hands back on Dicks thighs, Harley rolls her hips as she stares hungrily at the two men walking toward them.

Joker slowly undoes each button of his maroon dress shirt to reveal the glorious tattoos she loved so very much, stark against his fair skin. His hand strokes its way down his chest as they briefly lock eyes, and she almost moans when he slowly snicks down the zipper of his slacks. Turning her head, she watches as Jonathan slips his light sweater over his head, mussing his hair, and loosens his tie before undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. He straightens his glasses as she watches him toe off his shoes, causing her to suck on her lower lip in anticipation. She admires the muscles hidden beneath his clothes, his lithe runner’s body, the light freckles here and there, the dark trail of hair leading down to his engorged cock. Oh, how fabulous to have that contrast to the other two men!

When next Harley turns her head, Joker is standing naked at the end of the bed staring at her, his strong hand stroking his cock up and down. That’s her cum she can see him using as lubrication, and she whimpers, losing her rhythm. 

Not to be outdone by the clown, Grayson takes hold of her hips and slams into her hard enough to jostle the plug, bringing Harley’s focus back to the cock currently stuffing her and a cry from her still-sore throat. Throwing her head back, Harley lets him do the work for a moment as she revels in the feeling of being coveted by so many men. 

She watches the two villains in front of her fan out to either side of the bed, climbing up, so they’re kneeling to either side and staring intently at her. Jonathan leans in, sliding his hand behind her neck and kissing her gently, almost sweetly, but soon she can feel a crick in her neck forming at the odd angle he’s forcing on her. He briefly fingers one of her erect nipples before guiding her hand to his hard cock and moving it up and down with her. When he lets her hand go, she continues the motion on her own. As Jonathan ravishes her mouth, Dick fucks her like he’s trying to make a point, slamming his hips into her repeatedly, causing little mewling noises to start escaping her.

Joker kneels there, watching the three of them, marveling at how Harley manages them all. Even manages him with the way she ignores him in favor of the others. He watches as she rocks her hips with each of Dick’s thrusts, timing her hand movements on Crane to keep their pace the same. He wants to snarl at the noises the other men are dragging out of her, but he stops short, knowing that it’s what she’s trying to get him to do. 

Ignoring Joker until he decides he wants to join in, she smiles a secret smile, eaten by Jonathan’s mouth, when Joker finally drags her free hand over to him, encouraging her to stroke him up and down. Harley times her movements to match Dick’s thrusting until the sounds blend, and she’s working not to writhe as she gets closer and closer to yet another orgasm. How many could a girl have in one night??

Without saying anything, Jonathan and Joker gently lift her by her ass, allowing Grayson to pull the spreader plug out and slip his cock from her. Harley cries out against Jonathan’s mouth at the forced stop and the loss of everything. She can feel Grayson positioning himself at her now empty back hole as they gently set her down, and the stretch from deep inside her body is almost too much. Joker may be big, but he wasn’t long like this. Joker puts a hand on her sternum, forcing her to lean back against Dick as he lazily pumps into her ass, letting her get a feel for his size. 

“Such a good girl for taking that without a fuss,” Joker purrs above her, causing Harley to moan at the praise, though she refuses to look at him. Again she times her hand movements to Dick’s thrusting, letting him set the pace for all of them.

When she finally begins to moan with each of Dick’s thrusts, Jonathan slips from her hand and moves to kneel between her and Dick’s spread legs. She tracks his movements until Dick pulls her chin toward him, devouring her mouth with a ferocity she wishes he’d use with other body parts.

Jonathan watches Grayson and Quinzel as he kneels between their legs, marveling at the way her body seems to fit them all so perfectly, the way it bounces with each of Grayson’s slow thrusts. Locking eyes with Joker, Jonathan smiles cruelly before swiping his thumb pointedly over her clit, causing her entire body to bow for him. He doesn’t even need to see Harleen’s body do it to enjoy the effect, the way Joker’s eyes darken and his lip curls in a silent snarl. 

Smiling cruelly one last time at one of his greatest enemies, Jonathan looks down at the luscious blonde in front of him. He gently moves her legs so they’re lying beside Grayson’s rather than folded up, pushing them incrementally further apart to more easily fit between them. He’d thought fucking her mouth was good, but as he slides into her wet cunt, Jonathan is certain this is what heaven must feel like. She clenches around him, moaning into Grayson’s mouth as Jonathan puts one hand next to their heads and the other next to her hip.

While her body may be well-lubricated and primed from the evening’s exertions, it still takes Jonathan a few slow thrusts to fully seat himself inside her. She can feel the curve of his cock hitting different spots than the other two when he finally pushes all the way in, and the next time he pulls out, she can feel it hitting her g-spot with ease. Jonathan leans down to trace her areola with his tongue, nibbling across her chest before sucking each of her nipples in turn. Taking one of the hard peaks between his teeth, he pulls up until she cries out, her back bowing and her hands clutching his shoulders, her toes curling into the mattress.

“Please,” Harley cries, and both men pick up speed, ramming into her hard enough that she can hear each wet slap in the quiet room, feel Jonathan’s hip bones smack against hers, and Dick’s fingers dig into her waist. She’s lost to sensation for a few moments and can feel her body quickly ramping up with the way Jonathan is hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“Look at me, Harley,” Joker growls from the side. 

When Harley turns her head toward Joker, her eyes can barely focus, but she sees his hand slowly pumping that glorious cock up and down, causing her to lick her lips. She leans a little to the side to take him in hand, using her thumb to rub around the mushroom head of his cock. His hips bucking into her stroking hand, Joker leans down to run his thumb along her swollen bottom lip, pulling down gently in silent order. She guides him to her mouth, her eyes rolling up to watch his reaction as she sucks him in for the first time in two years, relishing the way he throws his head back in ecstasy, his eyes screwing shut momentarily. Harley strokes his balls as she takes him all the way down, his cock blocking off her airways. Harley hums when her mouth touches his base, and she swears she hears a garbled, “Oh god,” above her, causing her to hum again.

Joker watches as his cock bulges her throat when she sucks him all the way in, giving it a moment before he slides his hips back. He’d missed everything about her, but the trust she gave him in this position and how easily he could abuse it was staggering. He watches as the other two men fuck her other holes, Crane’s head lowered to her breast, one of Grayson’s hands playing with the other nipple. He wonders if this ticks enough of her boxes that he’ll finally be able to convince her to come home. If he’ll be able to pull her away from Ivy’s clutches. Letting her set the pace, his Harley works him with her mouth and her fist, only going that far down a few more times. 

As soon as she feels sparks beginning to race across her spine, Jonathan slides out, and Dick pauses his movements, causing Harley to let Joker slide out of her mouth so she can voice her displeasure. All of their breathing is ragged, and Jonathan just kneels there, staring down at her as if contemplating life choices. Her high finally comes down sufficiently, and he gives her a half smile as she glares at him. Jonathan repositions her legs, pushing both up and to one side so she faces Joker, and she’s told to cross her ankles, even as Dick locks a forearm behind her knees to keep her in place. She has to breathe through the change in position, the lips of her labia rubbing together to bring her back to that precipice.

With her legs locked together, it made their fit even tighter, and as Crane pushes back into her in this new position, she cries out, her nails digging into Joker’s thigh and her other hand fisting the bedsheets at the pressure. Grayson puts his other hand on her belly, repositioning himself slightly so that he can still thrust into her as Crane sets a punishing rhythm. The wet slap of their bodies is loud in the room, and she cries out with every thrust. Her eyes roll up to Joker, kneeling to the side, and leads him back to her mouth. She whimpers around his hard length, but this new position makes it easier to bob her head.

“Quinzel,” Jonathan moans, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing as his thrusts pick up speed. She cries out around the thick length of Joker when Grayson also picks up speed, his hand pushing down on her belly so that she can feel everything through every part of her body. 

“I’m so close, please,” she begs them as she takes a breath, stroking Joker with her hand in time to the thrusting. She screams when their pace synchronizes, and Joker thrusts his cock back into her mouth, fucking her with the same ruthlessness as Jonathan and Dick.

“Harley!” Dick shouts, his hips stilling with his hips locked to hers, his cock filling her ass up as far as possible as he shoots his load into her, his arm tightening around her knees. Crane viciously thrusts into her, flicking her clit, and suddenly she’s exploding into the stratosphere. 

She screams around the thick length of Joker, and he pushes as far into the wet recesses of her throat as he can go, shooting his cum down her throat as he shouts out, “Harl!” She can feel a little dribble of cum seep out the corner of her mouth as he pulls out. Finally, Jonathan shouts, “Harleen!” as his hips still, pumping everything he has into her desperate cunt.

Even after Grayson removes his hands and lets her body relax, she can’t seem to move, so wrung out from that last round. Joker uses his thumb to collect the bit of cum that’s managed to dribble down her chin and gently pushes that digit into her mouth. She rolls her eyes to stare up at him as she sucks his finger clean, enjoying the curved smile he gives her. When he pulls his finger out, he leans down and kisses her, this tongue lazily stroking hers as the others pull out. He lifts her into his arms, and she curls into him, ready for the best sleep of her life after that.

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“Oh no, Doll. We’re not done yet,” Joker hums into Harley’s hair, causing a little whimper to escape her. Harley was thoroughly used and abused and wasn’t sure she could take much more. She shakes her head weakly, not even capable of speech enough to tell him no. She can hear the rustle of the other men moving about the room, but her focus stays on the clown cradling her to his chest as if she were precious cargo. Why couldn’t he have acted like this two years ago? 

She'd been distraught after he’d kicked her out in the freezing rain that night. Hadn’t known what to do with herself, and she’d gone through a very serious period of self-loathing. She’d chopped her hair off, joined a girl group to take down Sionis, picked up roller derby, and kicked ass. When she’d momentarily rejoined the Suicide Squad last year, she’d almost felt like her old Bad Ass Boss Bitch self. Harley had thought that by setting this evening up, she’d be taking back the power she’d given him and finally feel independent, but she didn’t. The feel of his warmth soaking into her reminded her that she’d missed this psychotic asshole clown every day she’d been gone. As if a piece of her had been missing, and there’s a part of her that hates him for it. Hates the way his body fits so perfectly with hers. 

Joker sits with her on the bed, taking the offered pink vial even as a bright purple one is handed to her. She pops the cork and slams it back, the taste of grape soda and whatever Ivy had added revving her body into high gear, ensuring she’s ready for whatever else they have planned for her.

“Packs a punch, doesn’t it, Doll?” Joker murmurs as he strokes her hair. Harley nods, finally daring to look up at the man she’d been desperately running from for the last two years.

“Come home,” he whispers for her ears alone as he stares down at her, his fingers tangling in her curls. Those forever-changing eyes boring into her very soul.

“You kicked me out!” Harley snarls, leaning away from him and putting her feet on the floor, ready to get up and get away. But Joker would have none of that. If they were going to fight, they’d bloody well fight right here. She wasn’t allowed to run this time. Snarling right back, he fists his hand in the hair at the base of her skull, yanking her head around to face him. From the corner of his eye, he can see Crane coming to her rescue, only to be stopped by Grayson. He gives Harley an ugly smile when he knows that Dick has the other man in hand, that there is no escape for the blonde on his lap.

“I kicked you out of a fucking meeting, and then you disappeared,” he growls as he flips them, her back smacking into the mattress harder than necessary. 

“Fuck you,” she snaps, swinging her arm back and smacking him across his cheek. Well then, if that’s how they were going to play it, so be it.

“Oh, I intend to, you little harlot,” he tells her pleasantly, quickly positioning his half-erect penis at her already primed core and slamming to the hilt. She cries out for him, her back bowing as she grips his upper arms, her nails digging in. Not wanting to give her any time for a witty comeback, Joker slams his mouth against hers, all tongue and teeth and anger. She nips his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, and he responds by kissing down her neck before biting the junction of her neck and shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Joker pistons his hips into her through it all, causing little mewling noises to escape against her best efforts to keep them in.

“Come home,” he growls into her neck as he licks the bruise he can already see forming.

“Not…without the…magic…words,” she tells him between thrusts.

“Please,” he snarls, leaning down to attack her chest, leaving tiny bite marks in his wake.

“Those aren’t…oh gawd, Pud’,” she moans as he hits the spot inside of her he knows will distract her and muddle her brain. He rubs that spot with each thrust, eliciting moans she hasn’t uttered for anyone else tonight. When he feels her getting close, her inner walls tightening around him, he slows his movements, bringing her back from the precipice.

In a move he taught her once upon a time, she flips them over so that she’s sitting astride him, looking down at him with bright blue eyes.

“Three spiffy words, eight amazing letters. That’s all it takes, Pud’,” she whispers as he lazily thrusts into her. Harley places her hands on his chest and undulates her hips, knowing how to work him over. Joker can’t, though. There was that horrid L-word in his soul for her, but if he gave it to her, she’d be able to use it against him. Kept at arm's length, she was safe. 

“Please,” Harley moans, locking eyes with him as she leans down to run her fingers through his hair in the way she knew he loved. “Say your magic words, and I’ll come home,” she whispers as she places her forehead against his, still not looking away.

“I…am sorry,” he whispers as he runs his hands through her tangled mass of curls, meaning the words. She sniffles, and he wipes under her eyes with his thumbs. He hated that he did this to her, but he wasn’t sure how to stop. She was part of every atom in his body, her voice permanently in his head. 

“Come home, Harley,” he murmurs against her lips as he thrusts into the perfection that is the woman he adored. “Nothing is as funny without you there. You were never supposed to leave; just go get ice cream for the evening. That evening has turned into the longest two fucking years of my life. Come. Home,” he growls as he grabs her hips and violently thrusts upward, latching onto her mouth instead of letting her answer. “You are my soul, Doll,” he growls against her lips as he continues his punishing rhythm. “You are what keeps me sane…ish. Come. Home.” 

Harley whimpers as he says those words. They’re not the specific words she’s looking for, but fuck it, they’re close enough. They may be even better than the simple L-word if she’s honest. She nods, opening her eyes to find his electric blue eyes staring at her with an intensity she’d almost forgotten. 

“Say it,” Joker growls, stilling his movements as one hand cups her face, almost tenderly.

“I’ll come home,” Harley whispers, nibbling her lower lip as she stares at him, suddenly unsure. Pam would be pissed when she found out Harley had given in. After all of their talks over the last couple of years, Harley was pretty sure her best friend assumed she’d left the Mephistopheles of Mirth in the past, never to repeat that mistake again. But she was certifiably insane, wasn’t she? Wasn’t he? And wasn’t repeating the same thing over and over and over the very definition of insanity? “I’ll come home,” she repeats a little louder before kissing him.

She’s rewarded when Joker begins thrusting that glorious appendage again, and she moans at the feel of him inside her. When there’s a rustling behind her, she’s brought back to the present, to the men she’d almost entirely forgotten about in their heated exchange.

“I’ve missed you staring at my ass as you fight me,” Dick murmurs from behind her. “It’s good to hear I’ll get that experience again the next time I visit Gotham.” His amazingly strong fingers smooth over her lifted asscheeks, and when she looks back at him, she can see Dick and Joker having some kind of silent discussion.

“Ready for the finale, Harley-Darley?” Joker murmurs when she looks down at him again. She can feel the blood drain from her face when he smiles wickedly at her. How had what they’d all just done not be the finale? How was her fucking Joker while the others watched, not the finale? She whimpers but nods, and Joker again pauses his movements, his hands returning to her hips to keep her still.

“We’ll go slow, Harley,” Dick tells her from behind. Instead of into her ass as she’d been assuming, she can feel the head of his cock push against Joker’s inside of her already-full cunt. She shakes her head and tries to scoot up, away from the prodding she can feel, but Joker keeps an iron grip on her hips.

“I can’t!” she wails as he continues his slow push forward. “None of you are small! You won’t fit!”

Dick makes little shh-ing noises, his free hand running up and down her spine in a placating gesture. But it hurt, and she was too full, and oh gawd, there was no way two of them would fit at once. Her hands fist the fabric at either side of Joker’s shoulders, and she whimpers at the pain of Dick’s forward momentum. A scream is torn from her throat as he finally gives up on the slow push and shoves the rest of the way in. Both men stay still once they’re fully seated inside her too-stuffed cavity, and she puts her head down on Joker’s shoulder and sobs at the pain. This wasn’t pain-pleasure; this was pain. But then Joker’s skilled fingers find her clit between their bodies, and she can feel the pain receding, slowly replaced by their familiar pleasure-pain dance. 

As Harley’s sobs quiet, Grayson begins a shallow thrusting motion that has her shaking her head and not knowing how she feels. Joker doesn’t let up on playing with her clit, staying still below her as he lets Dick fuck her from behind. Joker begins languidly thrusting when she moans for the first time, the two men keeping pace. One pushes in while the other begins to pull out, their dance continuing until Harley is a writing mess under them, moaning with each slide of their cocks against her stuffed inner walls. 

Joker watches as Grayson leans back, leaving room for Crane to crawl on the bed and practically stand above them, his rigid cock in his hand. Joker lifts a non-existent eyebrow at the other man as if to say if you're going to join the party, join the party, and then leans in to kiss Harley, thoroughly distracting her from the new pain he knows is about to send her scrabbling.

Harley shakes her head as she feels Jonathan lean over her and line himself up at her ass. She couldn’t take any more. No more. Nothing else would fit. But again, she’s wrong as Jonathan slowly slides into her already gaping ass with little effort. 

“Please,” she moans and has no idea what she’s begging them for. “Fuck, please,” she screams as they all pick up the pace, absolutely abusing holes that should never be used like this. The noises their wet bodies are making are unseemly in the too-quiet room, each slap a punctuation of someone bottoming out inside her. She’s almost sad she didn’t invite a fifth member to the party to finish the full stuffing but then thinks better of that as Grayson picks up speed.

Joker can feel Harley’s body quickly ramping back up and knows she’s on the edge of a cliff as her stomach begins to quiver, her arms shaking slightly. “Come for me, Doll,” he purrs against her lips as he snaps his hips forward and flicks his fingers against her over-sensitive clit. She shakes her head, but he repeats the command, causing her to shatter and scream her release against his mouth. They all follow suit, practically climaxing as one, stuffing her so full of their seed that he can feel some of it dribble against his leg. She whimpers at the feel of it all at once, her kiss becoming lazy as exhaustion finally hits her, too much for even Ivy’s skill to work against.

Harley can feel Crane slide from her ass first, the dip in the bed letting her know that he’s moved away before Grayson slowly slides out of her, leaving just Joker and her attached. She rests her head on his chest, the feel of three men’s cum sliding out of her body almost obscene. Joker sits them up slowly, but she doesn’t move her head from his muscled chest, too exhausted to care how he chose to move her. Without opening her eyes, she feels him reach around her ass, his fingers sliding into the cum she can feel already cooling. She whimpers as he pushes some of the liquid back into her body cavities before taking one final swipe with his first two fingers and bringing them to her mouth.

“Taste what you do to the men around you,” he murmurs as he slips those slicked fingers into her mouth. Harley dutifully sucks them dry, moaning at the salty tang coating her tongue.

Harley turns at the sound of rustling fabric and watches as Dick and Jonathan put themselves back together, their tussled hair the only outward sign that anything untoward has happened this evening. Both men take one last pink vial and chug, color instantly appearing in their cheeks and their shoulders straightening.

“Have a good evening, you two,” Dick Grayson says as he walks toward them, kissing Harley on the forehead. He salutes them as he walks backward through the bedroom door, and Jonathan Crane just bobs his head before following, his shoulders hiked up around his ears.

When Joker goes to stand, Harley whimpers, “I don’t think I can move, J,” slinging her arms around his neck and snuggling further into his chest. He chuckles and leans back instead, pulling her with him onto the thoroughly rumpled bed. 

“Sleep for a bit, Doll. We’ll go home when you can move,” Joker tells her, a smile threatening to split his face as he looks down at the sleepy blonde nuzzling him. 

A manic smile spreads across Joker’s face as he hears her sleepy not-snores, letting him know she’s been thoroughly used and abused and is finally too exhausted to fight sleep. Those little not-snores (that were totally snores, but he’d never say it out loud lest he have his balls removed) told him how much she trusted him to stick around and be in the same spot she’d left him in when she awoke. 

She was coming home. Finally.