Bird of Prey

Arthur strode out of the hospital, feeling freed at last. Finally, he paid his mother back for what she put him through all those years. It had been a mere memory in his mind but thanks to the file at Arkham Asylum he started to remember. She was the reason he was disfigured, her boyfriend had chained him to the radiator as a child multiple times. She was the reason he was stuck with this ‘laughing under severe stress’ condition, which caused him to make a fool of himself whenever he felt stressed or anxious. Which meant that it was her fault that he didn’t succeed in that comedy club a while back. But now he had his payback at last and in the end, it had been easy. Just a pillow and some force, that was all it took. Now to return home, to get his life back, or what was left of it.

Sophie. He needed Sophie, he realized. She had been his rock through these difficult times and he was sure she’d make him feel all better, as always. He had been infatuated with the girl since the first time he laid eyes on her. Her beautiful eyes, her pretty hair…her understanding voice. She was pure perfection. Quickly he made his way back to his building and found Sophia’s apartment. Without even knocking, he threw open the door and let himself him. He stood there, dripping from the rain outside, his eyes darting from side to side.

Something was off. This was not the apartment of a single mother and her little girl. Where were all the toys? This apartment was filled with unpacked boxes. There was a couch and a working tv. There were kitchen appliances in the nearby kitchen. A radio on the kitchen counter was playing music. It looked like someone was in the middle of moving here, but hadn’t finished yet.A young, blonde girl came out of the bathroom and gasped as she laid eyes on the handsome stranger in her apartment. “What the hell are you doing here?!” She asked, her voice not more than a distraught whisper, as if being too loud would set him off in anger. “Arthur? Arthur Fleck?” She then added, when her first fears died down some. She recognized him from meeting in the hallway a few days back. But he didn’t seem to recognize her.

“Sophie…I’m looking for Sophie…” He murmured, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. It dangled in the corner of his mouth as he eyed the girl up and down. She explained that Sophia had moved last week, but it didn’t sink it. What did sink in was her milk white skin, her icy blue eyes and her petite figure. Her hair was put up in two pigtails, some of it falling out at the underside of her head, making her look a little messy. She was wearing a black shirt with some red hearts on it, combined with a pair of black shorts, showing off her legs. When the girl noticed that Arthur was staring at her like that, she swallowed hard. Did he hear anything she said? Did it even matter to him?

“So Sophie is gone?” Arthur finally repeated, taking another long drag from his cigarette. The girl nodded, frowning when she saw ash fall on her carpet. “You can’t smoke in here.” She carefully stated, but the tremble in her voice was more than obvious.“Oh can’t I? But I’m doing it.” Arthur replied, sounding a little smug. “Please leave. Sophie isn’t here and I can’t help you.” She replied, a little huffy.

Anger rose inside of Arthur. Another person was casting him out of their life. Sophia was gone and never even told him she was leaving. That was no way to treat a lover. Was she even still a lover? A flash of scenes suddenly passed by him and to his dismay, he realized that him and Sophie had never been involved. It was all in his head.

His eyes scanned the apartment again and noticed the lack of ashtrays. The girl probably didn’t smoke, he thought. She didn’t know hospitality either, Arthur found, since she hadn’t even asked him to sit down or if he wanted a beverage. But no matter, he’d take care of things. Like he always did. With quick strides, he reached the kitchen and tipped the ashes off of his cigarette in her sink, before tossing the rest of it in a little puddle of water at the bottom of the sink.

“Please leave.” She urged him again but Arthur started to chuckle, soon descending into a high-pitched laughter that made her skin crawl. And at the same time, she intrigued. He wasn’t an ugly man, after all, he had a certain charm. In his bright green eyes, she saw pain and mirth at the same time.

“No. Why are you here? This awful place?” He asked her as he searched her cabinets for a clean glass.“I just started an internship. I’m trying to graduate school.” She weakly answered. “I can’t afford anything else until I have some money coming in.”

“An internship, huh?” Arthur asked. He smirked when he found a glass and opened her fridge. He hummed when he saw the bottle of vodka. He poured himself some and then held up the bottle. “You want some?” She nodded and he filled up a second glass, handing it to her. Her hand trembled as she brought the glass to her mouth, to sip from the liquid. With a few gulps, Arthur threw his drink back and sighed, enjoying the burning feeling it left in his throat.

“Yeah, in Arkham.”

When the girl told him her internship would be in Arkham Asylum, he narrowed his eyes at her, as if she was at fault for all that happened to him in the past two weeks. “That place destroyed my life.” He murmured, as he took off his wet coat. He threw it over a nearby chair and eyed the girl, looking angry. She was getting on his nerves more and more. It was because of her that Sophie left. It was because of her that he realized Sophie hadn’t really been there. And now she was part of the society that brought him down? This wouldn’t do. He had to act.

“I’m sorry…I….I don’t know what to say.” She squeaked. Her fear got the better of her and she dashed towards the phone hanging from a wall nearby but Arthur shot forward as well, tearing the object from the wall with a smirk. They were nose against nose now and he snaked an arm around her middle, pulling her even closer. She could feel the arousal through his trousers and her jaw dropped.

“Who you trying to call, huh? We’re having such a nice time. Having a drink, having a chat. Having a kiss?” He murmured and caught her mouth into a heated kiss. For a moment, she resisted, but Arthur moved her against a wall and grabbed her wrists. He pinned them at the sides of her head and groaned into the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth thoroughly. Now she was practically melting against him, he knew, since he felt her nipples get hard through her shirt. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her neck, instead.

“Get on your knees. Take me in your mouth.” He whispered, squeezing her neck to assert his dominance. The girl bit her lip and sank to her knees, never breaking eye contact. He let go of her throat and started to undo her pigtails. While he did, she undid his trousers and reached inside.

his heated flesh was ready, the tip glistening with precum. Carefully, she licked it off and reveled in the taste. Arthur shuddered and moaned, grabbing a fistful of the hair cascading down her shoulders now.

“Your mouth. Now.” He demanded in a whisper. She obeyed and gradually filled her mouth with his shaft, loving to hear the deep moans fall from his lips. Where her mouth couldn’t reach, her hand touched him instead, giving him twice as much pleasure. She felt the hand in her hair pull on her locks, guiding her into a certain pace, which she gladly obeyed to as well. In the meantime she felt her insides getting slick with desire for him, craving his touch. With her free hand, she pulled down her shorts, baring herself to him. Quickly she pulled up her shirt, showing of her breasts to him as well.

“So dirty, what are you gonna do next?” Arthur asked her smugly, loving to see her body in full view now. She didn’t answer but her free hand slipped between her legs and her fingers found the bundle of nerves between her folds. She moaned into the sucking when she finally found pleasure as well. When Arthur saw her pleasuring herself like that, it took a lot of willpower not to blow his load all over her face. With a hiss of pleasure, he pulled out of her mouth and pointed at one of the chairs behind the kitchen counter. “On there.”

The girl scrambled to her feet and sat down on the chair, which was more of a barstool, with higher seat than a regular chair. Arthur stepped towards her and grabbed her legs, pulling her back so she exposed herself to him again. Then he leaned down and crashed his mouth onto her slit, lashing at her clit with his tongue over and over. Soon the girl was moaning loud in pleasure, her eyes rolling inside of her head of intensity. With a grin, Arthur slid two lean fingers into her and curled them, hitting that sweet spot deep inside of her. His tongue flashed over her clit faster and faster as his fingers danced inside of her pussy like mad. It only took a few moments more for the girl to crash into an orgasm, which made her spasm and cry out loud in pleasure.

“Oh no, I didn’t say you could come…” Arthur mumbled, eyeing her with a frown, as if he was upset with her. “I-I couldn’t help it.” The girl whispered in a hoarse voice.

“Bend over the side of the couch.” Arthur instructed her and stood up, to give her space. As she scrambled to her feet, to take the new position he told her, he licked his fingers clean while humming along with the radio.

The girl whimpered, not knowing what was to come now, but Arthur was in no rush. Casually he stepped towards the couch and smacked her bare behind with his open hand. A cry of pleasure-pain fell from her lips and it sent a jolt of want right to the tip of his cock. He smirked. “Oh, you can do better than that. Lets see what you can do.” He said in an eerie voice and started to spank her over and over. He alternated between her ass-cheeks, sometimes hitting her in the middle to make sure to she’d feel it in that little bundle of nerves as well. First she moaned. Soon she cried. Then the begging started. For him to stop, for him to take her, for him to please make her come again. As he kept spanking her, he fondled his cock and his balls with his free hand.“Good girl. Always ask.” He praised her and spit in his hand. He lubed up his cock with his own spit and lined the tip up with her pussy. “Do you want it?” He asked.

The girl was a sobbing mess by now, writhing to be touched. She whimpered as tears streamed down her face, nodding and stammering some kind of agreement to his question.

“Here is it!” He happily told her while shoving himself deep inside of her. She cried out in pleasure-pain, losing herself in the exquisite torture of being filled and split open like this. Arthur gave her a few moments to get used to his size, but soon he grabbed her throat in one hand and her hair in the other, slamming into her over and over with his cock. Arthur reveled in the wetness of her cunt and how good it felt around his cock.

“Look, it’s us!” He pointed out, between grunts, as he saw the mirror that hung across from them. The girl looked up and their gazes locked in the mirror. “Look how pretty you are, under me like this.” Arthur added and it sent her right over the edge. Her pussy tightened up around him almost painfully hard and she let out a strangled moan as her peak overtook her completely. Seeing her so disheveled in his arms and so willing to please him, brought Arthur to his peak as well. His grunts got louder and louder until his cock started to shoot strands of cum deep inside of her. His thrusts faltered and his hands finally freed her from his grasp. She fell over the couch, gasping for air and still panting from the intensity of their fucking.

With a smug look, Arthur pulled out of her and took a handkerchief out of the pocket of his trousers. He cleaned himself up and stuffed it back in there. He’d wash it, later. Or maybe he wouldn’t. “So what’s your name, pretty girl?” He asked, chuckling a bit at the irony of asking for her name after their debauchery.

“Ha-Ha…” The girl tried to say, making him giggle. “Harleen Quinzell!” She finally was able to say.

“I like that. Harleen Quinzell. I’ll call you Harley Quinn!” Arthur gleefully decided. He smacked her behind again, before striding out of the apartment. “I’ll find you again, Harley!” He called out before slamming the door, his high-pitched laughter filling the hallway.On the radio, a song played softly and it would be forever imprinted in her mind.

“Rise and fallSpin and callAnd my nameIs carnival..”