Harley loved the games. She enjoyed them way too much, and she was sure she wasn't the only one who found them enthralling. The sensation running through her body was electrifying it sent her mind into overdrive. Truth be told, she was addicted to the games, as long as he was involved.

Casting a glance at the men all around her, Harley grinned widely and hoisted her bare leg around the golden chain hanging from the ceiling. She started grinding her body against the glass screen, slowly, her wide-mouthed smile never fading for a moment. The short red dress she wore clung to her curves, she had them all spell-bound. She moved her hips with every beat of the music, putting her arms at the back of her head and tilting it back.

She was in a cage, the spotlight on her, the golden jewelry sparkling on her pale complexion, her dyed curls surrounding her face like a glowing halo. The mafia bosses and the gangsters, all the rich customers, stared at her with unconcealed lust.

Harley let her hands follow the swell of her hips, up to her chest, hearing the cheers and the loud music edging her heartbeat on. She grabbed the chain and pretended to shoot at the crowd; it drove them all wild. She was the queen, and oh yes, they were all aware of that. They would bow before her before the night was over. Especially the few lucky ones she'd choose to get closer too she giggled at the thought.

Bruce was watching her. He was always watching, when he wasn't doing 'business' with the customers even then his gaze wouldn't leave her for more than a few minutes at a time. From his VIP seat or the bulletproof platform at the very top, he could always see her dancing to the rhythm of the music.

Before Harley met Bruce she was in a relationship with a man named Mr. J they were the King and Queen of this city and ruled with an iron fist. But their relationship wasn't all sunshine and rainbows behind closed doors Harley would get physically and mentally abused by Mr. J to such an extent she almost lost her life. So she plotted against him and would eventually make a deal with Bruce Wayne who hated Mr. J as much as she did.

Bruce was successful in killing Mr. J now everything that he owned was now his that included a mansion, clubs, cars, a shit load of money, and last but not least Harley. Bruce knew she was being abused and was hurting so he decided to change that and started to treat her like a real Queen eventually they got together and are living life to the fullest extent.

Harley knew exactly how it made him react, how it turned him on, to see her dancing like that in front of the other men, with the other men. His expression would get darker and it would be that much more exciting when she finally got back to her Dark Knight. His desire would be turned up to the extreme, it was her much-awaited treat at the end of the night. He could even bring her back to his side in a moment with a simple whistle and she'd happily skip through the mass of bodies, to the only one that mattered. Just as much did she enjoy the fact that he only had eyes for her, should his gaze ever drift to one of the other strippers or guests she'd make sure the girl didn't live to see the light of dawn.

One of the male strippers entered the cage and she grinned; she'd toy with him for a bit just to edge the crowd on further. She pushed him against the glass, batted her eyelashes, and moved her waist up and down as she ground herself on him. She was stronger than him and easily manhandled him. She was swift as a bird, a result of the training in her earlier life, and a glance from the Queen could make any of those bosses weak in their knees. She was in no way less lethal than the King, and she wouldn't make them forget.

As she climbed up on top of the man, with her legs on either side of his hips and holding his shoulders for leverage, she caught the certain stare of a male in the crowd. He had been watching her intensely all evening, not quite like the others who would let their gazes drift, to other people, to their drinks. Most people knew better than to stare at the King's lady for too long. She was pretty sure he was another of the gangster bosses Bruce was doing business with. His gaze was piercing stone hard and calculating like a predator.

How funny. It excited her immensely and she licked her lips as she abandoned the stripper and danced over to the edge of the cage, looking straight at him.

He seemed a bit surprised when she unleashed her full charm on him; he must have known about the rules after all. Harley moved her hips seductively as she slipped out of the cage and reached out a hand. "Wanna play?" she giggled sweetly, flashing her eyelashes and clicking her pink mouth in an irresistible smile.

He seemed to hesitate, all the while eyeing her hungrily, and she pushed on, flashing her white teeth: "Come on, don't ya leave a lady waiting! Just for fun..."

He looked around and she knew exactly what he was looking for. Apparently deciding that the coast was clear, he grabbed her hand and escorted her down into the crowd.

Harley laughed excitedly. It was time to get to work. She let herself be escorted to a booth where she knew they'd be watched. She pushed him down into one of the expensive, white leader sofas and was immediately all over him, straddling his waist.

"You're cute", she said, "Nothing like my Dark Knight, though."

He looked around for something. "Shhh", she whispered sweetly in his ear, "Do you want me?" She lowered her voice, the way she knew they loved. He was still glancing over her shoulder and she bit her lip, moving her hands to his face.

He suddenly put her hands on her hips, sliding them down. Oh, so he wanted to play. She raised her eyebrows briefly. Normally they wouldn't be so daring; they'd be too distressed about the promise of death. This one was more confident, the leader of a drug empire. He looked at her like she was just another possession to have, but he was way off his lane.

With gleaming eyes, Harley mumbled: "Do you like that?"

She heard the slow steps behind her and slowly started putting distance between their hips.

"You bet, you crazy bitch", he replied and his grip on her hips hardened. Harley stifled a giggle; he just hit the bull's eye. She turned her head with a feigned offended expression and jumped off his lap, right into the arms of Bruce himself.

She twisted a strand of her hair in between her fingers expectantly.

"Enjoying yourself?" he muttered angrily slowly he drew closer, with that infamous glare that could scare the shit out of anyone and It always ended with someone's brains blown out.

The man looked at him, like a deer caught in the headlights."She's yours, Bruce. I didn't –"

Harley smiled sweetly at him. "You haven't met my Dark Knight?" The man's fear was seeping out all over them now.

"She's yours –"

"That's right." The bullet hit the man straight between the eyes, sending his body slumping against the couch and blood splattering over the bright white leather. He was breathing heavily, a low snarl escaping his lips.

A few men looked in their direction and immediately took off; they knew all too well what happened when someone messed with what was his and they didn't want to stay to plan their own execution.

Bruce's gaze turned to Harley. She started realizing she may have gone too far this time – but it had been worth the thrill. His gaze was stone cold, she knew this had worked him up just the way it did to her. She moved over to him and he got her in his arms tightly, his kiss rough just the way she liked.

She leaned against the wall and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. His hands caressed her back and hips roughly.

He roughly picked her up she wrapped her legs around his torso and let out a moan. "Need you in me."

"As you wish my Queen."

She shuddered looking into his blue eyes. He looked ready to devour her. He looked so handsome God she wanted him inside her now. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she felt his fingers pull at the zipper on the back of her dress.

He grinned and pulled down her dress only to find she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

She leaned in to whisper in his ear "I'm gonna suck you dry."

Then, she pinned him up against the wall and attached her mouth to his, sucking on his lower lip with a greedy moan. Her hands traveled across his bare chest, making his breath hitch and his heartbeat quicken. She ran her hands across his nipples, making them bud. Then she pinched them, hard, and Bruce groaned and arched into her hands.

"H-Harley," he breathed, his hand's tight fists against the wall, "You know I don't like to be teased." She grinned up at him, then suddenly there was glorious heat surround his pulsing erection. His head hit the wall hard, and he gripped her ponytail, holding in his groan of pleasure. She ran her tongue up his shaft and over the head, then dipped the tip of it slightly into the slit, making him see white. Her hands trailed down his thighs and made their way to his balls, where she expertly kneaded the sensitive flesh between her long, delicate fingers.

Then she started sucking. The pleasure was like nothing Bruce had ever felt before. It was like his insides were on fire, and someone had filled a fizzy drink in his blood. His eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped against the wall, letting her work her magic. Soon enough, his breaths were getting shorter, his muscles quaking and tightening until Harls had wound his coil as tight as it would go, and he snapped. Bruce called out her name as glorious tendrils of ecstasy slithered throughout his body like the dying light of an exploded star. He slumped against the wall, trying to catch his breath, as Harley slithered up the length of his body and smiled. She was breathtaking. Before he knew what he was doing, he wound his fingers into the silky locks of her hair and pressed his mouth against hers, loving the wonderfully soft texture of her full lips on his. Her arms clutched at his biceps and she smiled on his lips before pulling away.

He quickly traded positions with her, running his hands down the side of her hips before positioning his already hard erection at her entrance, nipping her shoulder when he heard her breath catch. Then he plunged into her, and their groans met in unison, filling the room, which seemed too small a place to hold the lust coursing off the two of them. Bruce hesitated, catching his breath before he started to thrust into Harley. She whimpered every time his hips connected with hers, and her blue eyes were dark with lust. She felt like a haven of bliss, and every time his shaft rubbed across her inner walls, he wanted to scream. Her hands were playing with her own nipples, and Bruce groaned, bending low to meet her lips with his sucking on her lower lip as he pulled away to suck on her soft neck, leaving behind a love bite. As he continued to thrust inside of her, he watched as her control slipped away, and finally, she came. Her body shook up against the wall, and she mumbled something he couldn't quite catch, just before he was sent spiraling over the abyss of pleasure, he called out, "I love you,"

He collapsed onto her, breathing hard when he met her gaze. Her face was flushed and her hair was wild.

"I love you too, Dark Knight" She smiled warmly cupping his face in her hand.

They shared a deep kiss tasting each other once again.

Bruce smiled and brought her close and nuzzled into her soft neck.