Broken Can Be Beautiful (Jared Leto's Joker Fanfiction)

He Would Burn in Hell

Harley laid her head back on the bed of the private jet. She tried to hold the tears in; she hated Mistah J seeing any weakness in her. She tried to move her sore wrists but the handcuffs holding her to the bed were not budging.

She felt blood slowly running down her face; from her head, her nose, her busted up lips. She was not surprised. She always knew it would only be a matter of time until he found her and she knew the punishment would be bad. She was prepared to just take it and then win back his affection. But it was all different now. Her world had been turned upside down and she had to protect herself at all costs; she had to pacify him.

She looked over to her left where J was sitting in a chair, his head in his hands, his shoulders sagging under some invisible weight.

She had to keep him happy but there were two things she had to know first. "Mistah J?" She said in a timid voice. She heard him grunt behind his hands.

"Dead shot...is he...alive?"

Joker took his head out of his hands and pushed back his hair roughly. "Don't you dare say his name!" He growled, glaring at her.

Harley nodded at him before looking back up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry." She said quietly. She took a deep breath before she turned her sad eyes back to meet the rage-filled ones of J.

"And Lisbeth...she is...she is with Dig?"

J let out a cold laugh. "So worried about Nursey are we? After you are the one who left her. Left her to take both of your punishments."

Harley felt some tears start to mix with the blood. "I didn't...I didn't mean to. What did you do to her?"

He just looked at her and let out a short laugh. "I will leave that to your imagination, baby. Let's just say that I have completely broken her. She is completely dependent and devoted to me; just the way I wanted her." He gave Harley a cold laugh.

Harley couldn't help but let the venom soak into her words. "So you broke her and then gave her to a man even more sadistic then you?"

Joker laughed again. "I do whatever I want Harley; you should know that by now. I don't care about anyone's feelings. I execute my will according to my plan." He moved closer to her until his face was right above hers. "So don't worry about Little Lisbeth. She is exactly where she is meant to be."

Harley let her head fall to the side so she didn't have to look J in the eyes. She felt him move away towards the bathroom and come back a minute later. She jerked in surprise as she felt J  start washing her face with a wet towel. He used surprisingly gentle strokes which caused Harley to look at him in surprise.

He let out a loud cackle as he wiped the caked blood and makeup off her face. He put a finger to her "Rotten" tattoo and traced it idly. "Oh, don't think your punishment is over yet, baby. I just want to see that gorgeous, crazy face of yours, not normal, housewife, Barbie.

As soon as he was done, he tossed the towel to the side and pushed his hair back before he started unbuttoning his shirt. Harley stared at him with a look of disbelief.

Joker couldn't help but throw back his head with a hearty laugh. "Oh yes baby! It has been too long since I have had my dick buried in you and I am not going to wait another minute!"

Harley breathed deeply trying to calm herself. She didn't want this but at the same time she did. She missed his touch. It was what she was used to and what she had for so long.

Anyways, she couldn't fight him. She had to keep him happy; keep him from killing her.
She gave him a small smile. "It has been awhile hasn't it Puddin?"

He growled at the nickname he hated so much and climbed on the bed, quickly hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans and pulling them down. He let his hands slide down her legs and she couldn't help but let out a small moan.

"Oh no, baby," he said with a smile as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his member, stroking it roughly. "This is about me. This is about what you put me through." He grit his teeth before pulling aside her underwear and teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock. "This is your fucking punishment. I will be enjoying it while you just take it."

With that, he slammed himself into her. He groaned and laughed at the same time when he heard her scream. She was not expecting it; she was not wet for him; it hurt her, and that is exactly what he wanted.

He mercilessly pounded into her, enjoying every scream from her. He wanted to see her cry but the girl was not little Lisbeth; she did not cry easily. She was hard; cold.

The zipper of his pants hit her thighs with every thrust, causing small cuts to emerge and blood to fall in slow streams down her legs and onto the bed. She strained at the handcuffs, only making the pain worse.

He gripped onto her sides, digging his nails in as he sensed his impending release.

He finally saw the tears start to form in the corners of her eyes and it was enough to draw him over the edge. He came with a loud growl before he collapsed on top of her, letting himself bite softly into her shoulder.

When he lifted his head, he was surprised to see a small smile on her face.

"I am glad I can still make you happy, Mistah J." She let out in a breathy voice.

J angrily stood up, zipping his pants before storming out of the bedroom.

She wouldn't dare do this to him. His punishments did not make people smile and he would burn in hell before he saw that bitch smiling anytime soon.