Endless Legacy Ch. 53 (DC Comics)

A/N: Harley is enjoying her new lease on life~

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As she and the good doctor make out like they’re two horny teenagers who have just discovered kissing for the first time, Harley marvels at how good it feels. How good EVERYTHING feels. She hadn’t really realized just how much the fucking Joker had pervaded every aspect of her life until now.

Oh sure, she’d known that she was obsessed with him. Addicted to him. She’d known that with all of the cold, hard certainty of a crack addict who had fallen off the wagon a dozen times before. However, it was one thing to know she’d inevitably go crawling back to him when he came calling. It was another thing entirely to be on the other side of that sensation and be able to look back on everything with a much freer eye.

Her and Luke break apart after a moment longer, but only because they both know the clothes have to start flying. Her leather pants and top are as much in the way as his lab coat, dress shirt, and slacks.

It all comes off in a frenzy of motion, with some light tearing here and there when their respective garments prove to not be fast enough in yielding for their impatient taste. The doctor is a lot stronger than he lets on, Harley has noticed. Seems that his powers might just work on himself as well, which means she has no clue what sort of hidden ‘talents’ he might have.

Not that Harley cares all that much, at least in an adversarial sense. Last night, she would have worried about what sort of tricks Doctor Maximillian had up his sleeve when she and Ivy found themselves facing off against him and his bodyguard, but now? Now they’re the best of friends!

Seriously. It cannot be understated how grateful Harley Quinn is right now. He’d done it. He’d really done it. Even as Luke lifts her naked body back up onto her desk, even as his mouth descends to her tits and Harley lets out a happy little gasp as he latches on and begins sucking at her nipples one after another, she’s still riding on Cloud Nine mostly from the fact that the Joker is no longer permeating through her every thought.

The difference between the Harley of five minutes ago and the Harley of now could not be understated. She could sort of tell what the good doctor had done to help her. She could feel how… emotionless her memories of the Joker were now. She still remembered everything she’d ever done for him and everything he’d ever done to her. But they were in grayscale now. They had no impact on Harley, no oomph to them.

Spreading her legs wide, Harley shudders as she feels Luke Maximillian’s cock press against her slit. Her eyes flutter for a moment and she moans as she tilts her head back. Then, he’s inside of her, thrusting away and all Harley can do is wrap her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she holds on for dear life.

He fucks her hard and fast, not holding anything back… well, maybe he’s holding something back. Harley doesn’t know his full strength after all. But he’s certainly taking her right up to the edge of what she can handle. He’s driving her wild, and that’s certainly saying something.

“Yes! H-Harder! Fuck, you’re better than the Joker ever was! And your cock is WAY bigger!”

It even has the benefit of being true. Despite their estrangement, the Harley of a few minutes ago would never have said such things about the Joker. But now? Now Harley feels free to be as honest as she can be about his… deficiencies. The fact was, the Joker had been a shit lover. Selfish in the extreme. Yeah, not exactly a shock probably, but still…

And on top of not knowing how to please a woman with it, his dick had been subpar as fuck as well. Nothing like Luke’s. Dr. Maximillian had a cock that was wrecking Harley in no time flat. Spearing deeper inside of her than the Joker had ever been, plowing her silly as her eyes roll around in her skull and her tongue lolls wildly out of her mouth.

Harley moans loudly as he slams into her again and again. Her body writhes in ecstasy as she cries out breathlessly. In response, Luke grips her hips tightly, driving his cock deep inside of her slick, sopping wet pussy with reckless abandon. She can’t tell if shit talking the Joker does it for him or not, but in the end it doesn’t matter, because she doesn’t really have a chance to do much more talking.

He's fucking her like there’s no tomorrow and driving her absolutely insane… more than she already is, anyways. Harley loses track of just how many times she cums on his cock, her body spasming and shuddering under the onslaught of pleasure. Frankly, it’s all she can do to keep her arms and legs wrapped around his body.

The desk beneath them both must be reinforced with metal, or made out of some seriously dense wood, because while it rocks with every thrust Luke makes inside of her, it does not break, it does not shatter.

Giggling and gurgling in pleasure, Harley has the realest grin she’s had in a long time etched across her face. She’s always been a big smiler, but most of the time it was a ‘smile to hide the pain’ sort of smile. Not right now though. Right now, Harley’s smile is pure and honest. She’s ecstatic. She’s overjoyed. She’s… cumming yet again.

“Cummiiiiiing!!!”

Harley’s eyes cross and her legs uncurl for a moment, going ramrod straight on either side of the good doctor’s bulky masculine body as her toes curl from the pleasure. At the same time, she can feel Luke getting closer too. His thrusting is becoming more sporadic and all over the place, and he’s pistoning in and out of her drooling pussy with more and more reckless abandon.

Until finally, with one last brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and explodes inside of her, pumping her full of his hot seed. Harley throws her head back one final time and screams in rapture as she cums undone. Her pussy clenches around Luke’s throbbing shaft and milks every last drop from his churning balls.

When they’re finally finished, they collapse together, panting and sweaty, both of them slowly recovering from the amazing release. For a moment Harley worries about the fact that Luke came inside, but then she remembers his powers and weakly reaches up to smack his chest. Once she has his attention, she boops his nose.

“No kids, kay?”

At her tired demand, he chuckles and nods.

“No kids.”

With that assurance that his seed inside of her won’t take root, Harley lets out a happy sigh as she slumps back on the desk with a giggle.

“Mm… that was amazing, stud. You really rocked my world. So much in fact that it feels like the ground is shaking, even now.”

There’s a pause at that… as both of them realize the ground IS in fact shaking. Luke and Harley’s eyes widen at the same time, with the good doctor being the one to react first as he grabs her up off the desk and lunges to the side just in time.

The reinforced desk, which had taken their rough housing without even a whisper of complaint, isn’t so lucky where Poison Ivy’s strongest plants are concerned. They rip through the desk from below, along with blasting a hole up through the office floor… straight from the parking garage.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!”

Now, this isn’t the first time that Harley has witnessed Ivy on the war path. It’s not even the first time she’s witnessed Ivy go on the war path on her behalf specifically. She’d sort of known this might potentially happen when she’d run off without consulting the other villainess first. Admittedly, Harley had hoped she would be able to get back to the Lair before Ivy realized she was gone. Alas, that had not happened.

Pushing out of Luke’s grasp, Harley rises to her feet, aware of her nudity but ultimately uncaring as she puts herself between the two of them and holds up her hands to try and ward Ivy off.

“Whoa! Ivy, calm down! He hasn’t hurt me! He just did what he said he would do!”

Scowling angrily, hands twitching and clearly itching to tear him apart in the same way she shredded that desk, Poison Ivy glares at Harley.

“And how would you know, Harls? How the FUCK would you know if that was all he’d done, REALLY?!”

Because the Joker was gone now. Because she was no longer obsessed with Gotham’s ‘Clown Prince of Crime’. Because for the first time in years, Harley could see clearly. She was truly her own woman now.

But Harley doesn’t say any of that. It wouldn’t work on Ivy, she can tell. Rather… in the end, there’s only one thing Harley can say at this point that she thinks might have an effect. Stomping forward even as Ivy tenses up at her approach, Harley doesn’t stop for nothing. She grabs Ivy by her face, caressing her cheeks, and looks directly into the suddenly frozen woman’s eyes.

“Because I’m in love with you, idiot.”

Then, she kisses Ivy full on the lips, causing the red head to tense even more… before relaxing just a bit into the kiss. Much to Harley’s excitement, Ivy doesn’t reject her. She doesn’t pull back or push Harley away. The kiss is a little awkward with how tense she still is, but in the end, they makeout for a solid fifteen seconds before Ivy finally breaks for air.

Flushed and flustered beyond belief, Ivy looks at Harley and bites her lower lip, suddenly looking a helluva lot more vulnerable and uncertain than she did a minute ago.

“That… w-what does that prove, h-huh?”

Harley rolls her eyes as she graces Ivy with a fond grin.

“Think about it for a second, Ives. If Luke really wanted to fuck up my head, if he wanted to make me his bitch or turn me into one of his toadies, he wouldn’t have stopped at just removing Joker or making me like him. He would have removed all of my feelings for you as well. He didn’t. I still love you. And now that the Joker’s out of my head, I can admit it. I fucking love you, Ivy. I love you so damn much it hurts. And I think… I hope you feel the same way back.”

She hoped Ivy believed her, because frankly it was all Harley had going for her. Fortunately, it also had the benefit of being one hundred percent true. It was actually how Harley had known herself that Luke hadn’t fucked with her head in any way. You know, besides suddenly having an obsession with him or something. One of the first things she’d done, even as she’d dropped herself into the good doctor’s lap, was check on her feelings for Ivy.

Harley had known for a long time now that she loved Ivy. She’d suspected for almost as long that Ivy loved her back. But the Joker had always been between them, like the motherfucking Berlin Wall of unfinished business. Now… now that wall had been torn down. The Joker was gone and nothing was going to stop Harley from getting with her girl Friday.

Blushing quite deeply now, Ivy seems to search Harley’s gaze for a long moment, checking to see if she was telling the truth. Then, her eyes flicker down to Harley’s sweaty, naked body… and over to Luke Maximillian, who is in a similar nude state.

“… Doesn’t seem to have stopped you from shacking up with your physician, Harls.”

Harley grins, because while Ivy is definitely still irritated with her, it’s a familiar sort of irritation. And that drawl… yeah, Ivy is totally coming around! In the end, she’s not THAT mad Harley slept with Luke. After all, she knows how impulsive she can be sometimes~

“Well, you know me Ives… I mean, I’m still bisexual!”

Reaching down, Harley cups the front of Ivy’s crotch, causing the red head to jump in place and shoot her a flustered look.

“… And while I’m sure you could totally make a thick, veiny, plant-based cock down here to do me with all night long, sometimes a girl wants the real deal, you know?”

Ivy’s eyes flash over to Luke’s naked cock for a moment.

“Yeah? So that’s what I should expect, if I want a relationship with you? You running off to fuck some guy behind my back every once in a while to get that particular itch scratched?”

Harley hesitates. She’s treading on very, VERY dangerous territory here. No doubt about it. But she can’t help herself. She’s crazy! She goes for broke.

“Well… no one said it has to be behind your back, Ives~”

Poison Ivy’s eyes widen as Harley turns and presses herself against Ivy’s side before leaning in, her lips against the other villainess’ ear while she glances over at Luke. She’s still cupping Ivy’s crotch, meaning that they’re giving the doctor quite the show at this point. Keeping her voice very, VERY low, Harley’s next words are intended for Ivy only.

“He could help you too, you know. With your… fertility issues.”

Ivy stiffens immediately, sputtering in response.

“T-That’s-!”

But Harley cuts her off, talking over her.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, Ivy. I know you wish things could be different. He helped me. He helped Waylon. He could help you just as easily. And maybe… we could both reward him for doing so. Together~”

This was Harley Quinn’s Hail Mary play. She loved Ivy with all her heart. If the other woman told her no and that they were leaving right this moment, she would accept that. If Ivy told her she was never to go near Luke Maximillian ever again, Harley would immediately agree and do her absolute best to abide by that ultimatum.

… But she would probably fail. Maybe not with the doctor specifically, but even with Joker’s presence gone from her mind, she was still a very broken woman. Harley didn’t want to say her betraying Ivy’s trust was inevitable, but…

It would be better if Ivy agreed. It would be better if Ivy was on board. Harley knew she was perhaps going a bit too far. She was trying to have her cake and eat it too here. But what was the fucking point of having cake in the first place if you couldn’t fucking eat it?!

“What do you say, Ives?”

Looking at Harley with wide eyes, Ivy seems almost torn in indecision.

“I… I…”

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A/N: Hmm, I wonder where Blackfire and Waylon are...