Cum to Daddy

Part 19

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I didn't lift my head from its position on the bar top at J's entrance. I had no energy to be apprehensive anymore. Suddenly, I felt my hair being roughly grabbed, pulling my head off the counter. I whimpered at the pain but was otherwise quiet. I heard J growl right next to my ear,

"One of you. Explain. Now." he hissed.

I truly didn't know what to say so I kept quiet. It seemed Harley didn't know either as the silence stretched on. After a couple minutes I felt J release his death grip on my hair as he stepped back. I chanced a look at his face and was unsurprised to see he looked murderous. I watched as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before cracking his neck. His eyes zeroed in on Harley. He stalked towards her and wrapped his hand tightly around her throat. He studied her silently as I heard her trying to get air.

"Now, I know you started this doll," he said silkily. "Our Blaire here couldn't have left the room without someone opening the door for her. It seems you let the cat out of it's cage."

As I looked at him, I saw no trace of the Joker I knew behind closed doors. He was the Clown Prince of Crime, the King of Gotham. The man who ruled the black market and underground crime world with an iron fist. This Joker, had no mercy. His hand tightened around Harley's neck,

"This upsets me. You don't want me to be upset right?" he hissed.

Harley shook her head furiously. J released her throat watching her take in a gulps of air. Tension hung heavy in the air as we all stood in silence. I watched curiously as I saw Harley raise her head with a steely look in her eyes,

"What am I supposed to say J, huh? What would make you happy! Should we have let you get killed hmm? Sorry that Blaire and I want you to fucking live!" she shouted.

As she spoke my eyes got wider and wider. Holy fuck. J just snarled and pulled his hand back. The sound of a slap across her face was deafening. Harley's head snapped to the side with the force of it. She slowly turned her head back and wiped the blood from her lip. Then she did something that made me want to fuck her right there on the dance floor.

Before I knew what was happening her fist connected with J's nose. She got as close to his face as she could and snarled right back,

"Don't EVER fucking hit me again for trying to save your life you bastard. Everyone might think I'm just your ditsy fucktoy but we both know I've kept your sorry ass alive more times than you will ever admit."

"Fuck your hot," I breathed with my mouth hanging open.

"Thanks baby," she said facing towards me.

With one last glare at J she walked back towards the bar and sat down on a stool. She picked up the bottle of whiskey again and took a swig. J hadn't moved since Harley had punched him. He was just staring straight ahead emotionless. I looked at Harley but her face was emotionless as well. Both of them had blood trickling down their faces and bruises forming. My brain was still processing what had just happened. After five minutes of silence I finally snapped out of my trance and spoke,

"God both of you are so stubborn. How are you both even alive?"

Their heads snapped in my direction. I had their full attention. Harley looked semi-confused while J just stared at me. I chuckled silently. Honestly they were ridiculous. And I'm supposedly the 'baby' here, yea okay. I rested my chin on my hand,