Harley Quinn was a week recovering from her encounter with professional thief Marcus Apted and his protegee, Paula, who first black jacked and later punched out Harley during her attempt to arrest the criminal duo.
Gabe, Harley's new boyfriend, came along on the mission. Paula only had to KO him once.
Scarlet Vixen, Harley's mentor in the all female crime fighting organization, Justice Force, kept faith in the former criminal. After Harley was released from the hospital, Scarlet Vixen ordered her to bring in Apted.
"Nobody's here, Harley, I thought they'd both be home!"
Gabe's observation broke the silence in the spacious pent house apartment, inhabited by Apted and Paula, according to intelligence reports.
"Did they know we were coming?' asked Harley in a whisper.
"Maybe." Gabe responded, searching the well appointed living room. "Do you smell something funny?"
"No, Puddin, I don't."
"I do...reminds me of the dentist office for some reason."
Harley glared at her boyfriend. "You say weird things sometimes."
Gabe thought back to his dental checkup with Dr. Slaughter and his assistant, Carmella, a dark haired beauty who regularly shoved her cleavage in Gabe's face while cleaning his teeth. I wish just once Carmella would give me a quickie in that dental chair, Gabe thought, visualizing the event in detail.
"Ya know, Puddin...I do smell.." Harley was light headed. A honey like scent grew stronger. Gabe couldn't move his legs.
"Harley..I think...we're being...hit..."
Harley sniffed around her. "Knock...out...gas...whadya know...?"
Both crime fighters swayed on their feet, arms dangling, eye lids heavy. Gabe knew he could satisfy Carmella if only he could show her the...
Gabe went off his feet. Harley shifted her blurry vision to her lover.
"Yep, Puddin! You were right!" Harley's eyes closed. "Sure Gabe...of course I'll marry you..."
Harley slept beside Gabe.
"They're both out."
Paula was looking in the middle of three computer monitors located in the panic room of the pent house apartment. "What next?"
Apted joined her. "The gas will dissipate in five minutes. After that, you transport the boyfriend to the drop area. He's of no use to us."
The "drop area" was a second class motel on Route 3 in Seacaucus, N.J. Gabe would wake there in a few hours, far from home.
"And Miss Quinn?" Paula asked when she detected Apted's vision lingering on the ass and thighs of the unconscious woman.
"I'll question her. I think Miss Quinn will be very cooperative when she finds out we've relocated her paramour."
"And we sell all the information she gives us about Justice Force to the Sisterhood of Evil?" asked Paula, remembering the bottom line.
"For an obscene amount of money!"
Paula knew that, by tomorrow, they would be a few million dollars richer. Marcus' earning power was
one of the main things she loved about him. But she was suspicious of what interrogation methods Marcus planned to use on Harley Quinn. Looking at Gabe on the monitor, she thought he was very cute. She had information retrieval methods of her own.
Gabe woke in a small, neat, sun filled motel room that looked out on a very busy Route 3. "Harley?" he asked, looking around, until he saw Paula standing next to the bed, wearing only her black lingerie. "Where's Harley?"
"She's perfectly safe and sound, don't worry. She will join us soon."
"Safe with Marcus Apted! She is not safe with the man she's supposed to arrest!"
Paula bent with one knee onto the mattress and climbed on top of Gabe. "Why don't we relax?"
"Relax? I love Harley!"
"And I love Marcus..."Paula grinned as she inventoried her thoughts. "...mostly. You know Gabe, since I clobbered you during our first encounter..."
"That was you?"
"Yep...I've wanted to get with you. I wondered about your...kick...stand!"
Their eyes were now locked together.
"Kick stand!?" asked Gabe, whose panting was just audible.
"Yeah." The pair fell into a kiss. "Gabe, start with my garters..slowly..."
Harley Quinn was dizzy for a few minutes after the KO gas wore off. When she attempted to sit up on the bed where Apted had placed her, Harley fell back.
"Just relax."
The voice sounded caring. Harley looked up at Marcus Apted and frowned in sour disappointment. "I'm really starting to not like you, Marcus Apted!"
"That's a shame. I am liking you more and more Harley." He pulled a chair to Harley's side of the bed. "You're probably wondering why I'm still here?"
"No!" answered Harley emphatically and turned her back to Apted.
"Please Harley, don't be like this."
"And NEVER call me Harley!"
"Why not? We're friends here. No one, neither you nor your pet boy Gabe, is going to get hurt."
Harley rolled back to Apted. "Last time you KOed me twice! I was laid up for a week!"
"I am sorry, truly I am. Paula gets very jealous, thinks I have feelings for you."
The crime fighter's eyes softened. "She does...do you..?"
"You're a beautiful woman, Miss Quinn. I would have to be blind not to see that. I think you are a very special woman."
"Call me Harley..."
"Of course. I can see the real Harley, the girl no one ever really understood."
Harley quavered before responding and Apted swept her into a long kiss. In their embrace, Harley surrendered to him.
Apted soundlessly pulled down the zipper on the back of Harley's multicolored body suit and removed the fools cap. When he started to take off her eye mask, Harley shouted "No! Not the mask!"
Apted decided sex with a masked woman might be fun and kissed Harley again.
Gabe was completely spent after three hours with Paula.
She had tell him twice to get dressed before Marcus arrived.
After they cleaned up, Gabe took Paula in his arms. "Let's pick up where we left off!"
"Wait, Gabe, is that your wallet on the floor?"
"Where?" Gabe searched the area at their feet, while Paula removed a small cell phone from her pocket. She held it just a few inches from Gabe's face and pressed SEND. A stream of pink gas exploded in Gabe's face.
Gabe relaxed and was heavily asleep in Paula's arms. Paula kissed his forehead and let him drop to the bed.
Marcus Apted uncorked a bottle of champagne, picked up two glasses, and brought them to Harley, who sat up on the bed, arms crossed, sulky and unresponsive.
"Let's toast what has been a wonderful afternoon!" Apted suggested, offering her a half filled glass. Harley made no effort to accept it.
The afternoon had worked out exactly as he had planned. Apted had no real plans to interrogate his captive, only seduce her into fucking him. The payment for the information gained for The Sisterhood of Evil was in fact for a art forgery Apted had executed without Paula's knowledge.
Harley hesitated to betray the trust of the man she loved, but Apted was so sympathetic and charming that Harley quickly went under his masculine spell.
Now she was frowning at a glass of Mercier 1997.
"You were the happiest blond on Earth an hour ago! What happened?"
Firing at Marcus her best "What, are you stupid?" glare, Harley said "I cheated on Gabe!"
"Yes, that's right. You'll want some of this." Marcus waved the champagne in her direction.
More sulking.
"You weren't very guilt ridden two hours ago," Marcus noted, setting down the glass.
"Fuck you!"
Marcus abruptly stifled the response "When you're ready!" and worked on a solution.
"I'm sorry, Harley, for being so insensitive. Clearly my out of control desire made me disregard what you and Gabe have."
"Damn right! I have the guilt. I get a good man in my life and I betray him!"
Apted grunted, aware of how much Harley felt for Gabe. Like I put a gun to her head, he thought.
"Stay here Harley, I'll be right back."
"What's that?" Harley asked, panic in her voice.
"This epi pin holds the correct dose of an anterograde amnesia drug that will..."
"You're trying to roofie me!"
Apted sighed to control his temper.
"...that will erase your memory of what we did for the last three hours, without damaging any other of your mental faculties."
"Don't you understand, Apted? I've been trying to change and be good, and do good to those who love me...and Gabe loves me!"
Harley went on explaining what a horrible mistake she had made as she got into her body suit. Apted recognized the authentic remorse in her voice. When Harley bent over to pick up her jester headgear, Apted admired her ass one last time and jabbed the epi pin into her left buttock.
Harley yelled sharply and turned to Apted. "Why did you do that! You jerk! I don't want to..."
Harley's eyes glazed over and she wobbled on her feet. Apted took her in his arms and shifted her gently to the bed.
"Listen to me Harley! Are you?"
Harley felt like she was in flight even as her eyes began to close. She nodded as strongly as she could.
"You will not remember the last three hours. All you will recall is being gassed out with Gabe at your side. Do you understand?"
"Oh...kay..."
Harley went out, slumped against Marcus Apted, who slipped her cowl back on.
"The deposit just arrived in the off shore account," said Paula, looking up from the display on her tablet. "Five million dollars."
"Excellent," Apted responded. "I knew Miss Quinn would provide."
"How did you get her to talk?"
"A quick shot made everything better. I assume Gabe hadn't much to say."
Paula nodded her head. "Not much talking here."
Apted grinned to himself and took out a small cell phone.
"Hello...911?..There's a couple in room 69 of the No Tell Motel on Route 3, they appear to be unconscious..no I don't know who they are...good.."Apted provided the exact address and Paula went out to start the car. "They seem okay..breathing is fine..I think they're drunk..no I can't wait here...no I have no name.."
Apted reconfirmed the address, said good bye and hurled the cell phone across the parking lot and onto the highway.
"Let's get dinner." he suggested to Paula. They raced down the highway to the sound of sirens approaching from the opposite direction.
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