Harleen begins a new life

Oliver woke to the sound of his phone ringing. Sighing, he reached over to the nightstand and picked it up. His eyes widened slightly upon seeing Laurel Lance's name and picture on the screen.

"Hello, Laurel," he said after answering the phone. He felt Kara lift her head off of his chest. She looked up at him with curiosity in her eyes.

"Hey, Ollie, sorry to wake you this early, and to have missed the wedding but, Dad has everyone working around the clock on The Joker situation."

"Yeah, we understand. I assume you know he crashed the reception?"

"Yeah, that kind of ties in with why I'm calling."

"Alright, let's have it."

"The anonymous source has turned herself in. Her name is Harleen Quinzel, Doctor Harleen Quinzel if you're feeling formal."

"A doctor? How the fuck did she get involved with Joker?"

"So far, she hasn't gone into that. Beyond giving her name, and the fact that she's the source, she'll only talk to you and Kara. Apparently, she's a fan."

"Okay, we'll get our suites on and head to police headquarters."

"Yeah, she said she would only speak with Oliver and Kara Queen."

"Alright," Oliver said drawing out the word, "we'll be down shortly. Thanks for letting us know, Laurel," he said before hanging up.

"What?" Kara asked taking notice of the bewildered look on her husband's face.

"You're not going to believe this," he answered with a slight laugh.

An hour later, Oliver and Kara made their way through Star City Police Headquarters and met with Laurel outside one of the interrogation rooms, "Oliver, Kara, congratulations," she said as she hugged each of them.

"Thanks, Laurel and we understand why you couldn't come," Kara said with a smile. "So, this isn't a joke right, this girl is legit?"

"As far as we can tell, yeah," Laurel said before leaning in close so that no one else would hear them speak. "It's being kept hush-hush for the moment, but, she gave up the location of Joker's hideout. That's all she would give us."

"Where is it?" Oliver asked his jaw going tense.

"The waterfront, like we thought."

"Give us the address Laurel."

"I'd love to, but it would be pointless."

"What do you mean?" Kara asked in shock.

"Chief Morris decided to move on the information without looping in my office, or Dad's," she answered before Oliver let out a frustrated sigh.

"What happened?" Kara asked wringing her hands nervously.

"SWAT and Bomb Disposal swarmed the warehouse a few of Joker's men were captured but..."

"They gassed themselves," Oliver finished.

"Yeah. Seriously how is it that he has such a devoted following? By all accounts, the guy's nuttier than a fucking fruitcake," Laurel said letting her frustration show.

"Yeah, it always seems that way," Oliver said shaking his head.

"But more people depend on us, that's why we can't give up," Kara said her voice strong with determination.

"That outlook is one of the many things I love about you, Angel," Oliver said with a slight laugh despite his frustration. "Can we see Harleen Quinzel?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, right in here," Laurel said as she led the couple to a door with "INTERROGATION 1" spelled out in gold lettering. "Go right in," Laurel said opening the door and revealing a beautiful but abused and malnourished-looking blonde wearing poorly fitting clothes. "Don't worry Felicity's already looped dummy footage and audio. Whatever you say in there will stay between you three," she added quietly. Oliver nodded as he and Kara stepped in. When the door closed with a heavy thud behind them, Oliver sat across from Harleen and Kara sat with one hip on the edge of the table.

"Doctor Quinzel?" Kara asked in a soft gentle tone.

"It's been a while since someone's called me that," Harleen said her tone carrying a sad edge to it. "Please, call me Harley, everyone does, or at least they used to," she added looking at Kara for the first time. As she did, her blue eyes lit up with happiness.

"Okay, Harley," Kara said taking note of the look on Harly's face.

"Harley, why ask to speak with us?" Oliver asked, keeping his tone soft. Harly smiled first at Kara, and then at Oliver. He held her gaze at Oliver for a moment.

"You're good to her, aren't you, Mister Queen?" she asked tilting her head towards Kara.

"I'd like to think so," he said wondering where this was going. "And, Harly, just call us Oliver and Kara."

"You're a lucky girl you know? I can tell he's a firm, but kind master, just like I've always wanted." Oliver's eyes went wide with shock at Harley's words.

"Wha-wha-what? 'Master?' No," Kara said with the nervous smile and stammer she always did when trying to cover something.

"It's okay," Harley said as she reached out and took a gentle hold of Kara's hand.

"How did you know?" Oliver asked with a slight edge to his voice.

"I saw a picture of you guys outside the BDSM club online a little while back," she answered before turning to Kara. "That collar you had on that night was beautiful."

"Uh, thanks, but, that doesn't tell us how you knew," Kara said only somewhat nervously.

"You mean to tell me that you didn't have me pegged for a fellow sub when you walked through the door?" Harley asked in a knowing tone. Oliver shifted his gaze to Kara. She looked back and him and gave a slight nod.

"I guess it comes with a sub knowing what another sub needs," she said with a shrug still looking at Oliver.

"Alright," Oliver said pinching the bridge of his nose. "Harley, you need to tell the cops everything you know. Joker has been abusive to you, why protect him?"

"But, that's just it mister... uh Oliver, I've told them everything I know which is nothing. He seems to pick his targets at random only sharing his plan with maybe one other person until he wants to act on it. As soon as I knew anything I told the cops. Had I known he was going to wreck your reception I would have said something. Please, you gotta believe me." Harley looked at Kara pleadingly. "When I was watching the live coverage of your reception and he crashed it, that was the final straw I couldn't be around him anymore and I turned myself in."

"We believe you," Oliver said as he looked at Harley compassionately.

"How did you get involved with someone like Joker?" Kara asked.

"Well, he was a patient of mine at Arkham, I was a Psychyotrist there," Harley began, taking a deep breath. "He escaped one night and tracked me down asking for my help. God, why did I let him manipulate me? None of this would have happened if..." Harley broke down and began to sob into her hands. "All of those people he killed, it's my fault! they'd still be alive if I just..." Harley stopped speaking as she began to sob harder and harder. Her body shook almost violently as she did.

"Don't blame yourself, Harley," Kara said placing her hand on Harley's shoulder, "We don't. From what we've heard Joker's a master manipulator. He could have done the same to almost anyone, and you helped save lives from what we've heard. Right Ollie?" she asked looking over at him.

"She's right, Harley. As much damage as Joker has done, it would have been much worse without you letting the cops know."

"We're going to step out for a moment, but we'll be right back, okay?" Kara asked as she gently rubbed Harley's shoulder. The other woman gave a nod before both Oliver and Kara stood and left the room.

"Well?" Laurel asked.

"Sorry to say we didn't get much more out of her than the cops have already," Kara said.

"Call me crazy, but I believe that Joker duped her into being part of his gang," Oliver said as he leaned back against the door.

"I'm inclined to agree," Laurel said with a slight nod of her head.

"Me too," Kara said in agreement. "Which begs the question: What will we do with her?"

"She'll stay here in lockup. I'll do what I can to keep her out of Slabside."

"'Slabside!?' Laurel she can't go to prison Joker could get to her there."

"I know Kara, that's why I want to keep her here. Fewer people, more familiarity, it'll be harder for Joker to get to her here."

"Harder, but not impossible," Kara countered.

"Kara, what are you getting at?" Oliver asked suspiciously.

"Any chance a judge would agree to protective custody?"

"Kara that's crazy."

"No, Ollie, I'd say it's practical. Think about it, Queen Manor is one of if not the most secure places on Earth. You, me, Thea, Roy, and all of the security put in place by Felicity, Leana, Luke, and Kate there is no way in hell Joker could get to her there. Especially if we had J'onn come and stay," Kara said, looking at Oliver with a pleading look. "You know she needs our protection and might just need us."

"What do you mean 'us?'"

"She had us pegged from a picture, honestly I had her pegged when we walked into that room. Besides, she'll get eaten alive by the inmates here, let alone the ones at Slabside."

Oliver sighed, as much as he hated to admit it, Kara was right. "Alright, alright," he said as shook his head. "Laurel, what are the odds you can pull this off?"

"You're both citizens in good legal standing, despite Oliver's shall we say adventurous past," she answered with a smirk.

"Laurel, please, can she be released into our custody?" Kara asked.

"I think so," Laurel replied. "I'll make the motion at her arraignment tomorrow. I highly doubt the public defender handling her case will object. The question is whether the judge we draw will go for it.

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Two days later, a squad car pulled up to Queen Manor. After stopping near the front door where Kara and Oliver stood waiting. The officer driving got out and opened the back door. She helped Harley who was now dressed in a snuggly fitting white and red tee shirt, dark blue jeans, and black and red sneakers. She led Harley up to the front door before undoing her handcuffs.

"Alright, Doctor Quinzel," the officer began. "You are hereby remanded to the custody of Oliver and Kara Queen and confined to the grounds of Queen Manor. One step beyond the mansion grounds and your cushy little vacation is over and it's a one-way ticket to Slabside for you."

"I understand," Harley said still in disbelief that she was here.

"You two, please do not hesitate to call if she gives you any trouble."

"We're sure that won't be necessary, but thank you," Kara said with a slight nod of her head. Without another word, the officer got back into her car and drove away. Kara gently placed her hand on Harley's shoulder and gave her a warm welcoming smile. "Come on in, Harley. We'll show you to your room."

"Alright," Harley said as she followed them into the house. They led her to a large guest room which made Harley gasp at seeing it. There was a large four-post bed, a private bathroom, a balcony that overlooked the garden, and a walk-in closet filled with clothes. "I-is all this for me?"

"Yeah," Kara said with a nod.

"Even all these clothes?" Harley asked as she began looking at some of the clothes. She was shocked that everything appeared to be in her size. "How did you know my sizes?"

"Oh, that wasn't us," Oliver answered with a slight laugh.

"Thea, Oliver's sister, is a bit of a professional shopper. She had me fitted for my wedding dress in her head so fast I think it made the seemstress' head spin," Kara added with a laugh of her own.

"Thanks, Mas... uh Joker would have me sleeping on a broken pallet," Harley said sadly. "I can't thank you for being so kind to me."

"You're perfectly welcome Harley, and since you've helped stop Joker from taking lives, that's thanks enough for us," Oliver said placing his arm around Kara's shoulders."

"I was half expecting to be put in a cage or something. Not that I would have objected mind you," Harley said as her face flushed with embarrassment.

"You were hoping to join us?" Oliver asked with a smirk.

"Well, I... uh..."

"Calm down, Harley," Kara said reassuringly. "We discussed it and while it would be wildly inappropriate now, we'll wait until Laurel and your lawyer get your situation sorted out. After that, the three of us will have a discussion." Harley said nothing. She did the only thing she could do, look back and forth between Kara and Olvier with a bewildered look on her face. "Do you know why I asked Ollie if we could try to get you placed into our custody, Harley?"

"No."

"Well When I saw you in the interrogation room, I knew you couldn't go to Slabside. The inmates there would eat you alive, and I knew you not only wanted, but needed someone like Oliver."

"What do you mean?"

"Someone once told me that 'no one knows what a submissive needs like another submissive.' You like being dominated and you need someone firm, but fair and caring. The problem is, you've only had doms that have been abusive. Am I right?"

"Yeah," Harley said hanging her head in shame.

"Harley, after all this is over, it's not us, we'll do what we can to find someone that is a fit for you, I'm sure," Oliver said with a kind smile that filled Harley with a sense of hope.

"For now, why don't you settle in and get some rest? No offense, but you look like you need it," Kara said as she hugged Harley and gently rubbed her back.

"Thanks, and none taken," Harley said before they broke the hug. After Oliver and Kara left the room Harley went into the walk-in closet and found a pair of red shorts and a black tantop. She then walked into the bathroom and began filling the largest tub she had ever seen with hot water. She stripped, stepped into the tub, and allowed herself to sink into the hot water. "Wow, I never realized how sore I am," She said as she allowed herself to fully relax in what felt like forever. As she did, she reached down between her legs and began to gently rub her pussy as she began to fantasize about being with Kara and Oliver.

---

Both Harley and Kara knelt completely naked in front of Oliver. He wore dark dress pants, dark shoes, and a black belt with nothing on his muscular upper body. She chanced a glance at her fellow submissive. Kara looked to be completely comfortable and at ease with her beautiful naked body on full display.

"How are my two favorite playthings?" Oliver asked as he walked the short distance to them. He began to gently caress Kara's cheek.

"I'm well, Master, how was your day?"

"Better now," Oliver said before crouching down and giving Kara a quick but loving kiss. "And you, Harley?" Oliver asked as he caressed Harley's cheek.

"All my days are wonderful, thanks to you and Kara, Master," she answered before Oliver kissed her. A gentle kiss that made her entire body tingle.

He moved behind them, but being the obedient slaves they were, neither moved. "Are you ready to play, girls?" he asked as he took hold of each of their blonde hair and pulled hard forcing them to look up at him as he looked down at them.

"Yes, Master," they said in unison.

"Then show me," he ordered his voice taking a hardened edge. He released his grip on them and they turned toward one another. Kara smiled at her as she reached over and pulled her into a passionate kiss. A kiss that Harley eagerly returned. "That's it, she heard Oliver say just before she felt the soft leather tab of a riding crop being **** down her back along her spine. "That's it you two, I want to see lots of tongue," he said as he circled Kara. "Hands away from each other's pussies," he added as he **** the tab of the riding crop down her spine. "Ass out Kara."

Kara lifted herself onto her knees, sticking out her ass, and tilting her head down to keep kissing Harley. THWACK! The sound of the riding crop striking soft flesh echoed off of the walls. "Sounds like she enjoyed that one," Harley thought in response to the moan from Kara that was reverberating in her mouth.

"Does getting your ass whipped make you wet, Kara?" Oliver asked.

"Yes, Master," Kara said after breaking the series of passionate kisses she and Harley were sharing just long enough to answer.

"Is she telling the truth, Harley?" he asked preparing to deliver another lash to Kara's ass. THWACK! The second lash landed on the opposite cheek, causing Kara to moan again. She reached between Kara's legs. She gently rubbed Kara's pussy finding it hot and slick with need.

"Yes, Master. She is very wet."

"Would you like your ass whipped too, Harley?"

"Yes, please, Master. I would love it if you would whip me," she said as she rose up to level herself with Kara, sticking out her ass.

"Such obedient little sluts I have," He said with a smirk as he circled the pair. "Ready, Harley?" he asked as he ran the tab of the crop along her right hip and ass cheek.

"Yes, Master," she said fighting back a smile. THWACK! The crop struck Harley's ass cheek making her moan into Kara's mouth.

"Kara is Harley a little pain slut too?" he asked. Kara reached down between Harley's legs and rubbed her pussy. She smiled when she felt how wet her fellow **** was.

"Yes, Master. Her pussy is soaking wet,"

---

Water sloshed around her as Harley furiously rubbed her clit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure as her orgasm threatened to burst free at any moment. "Oh Ffffuck," she moaned as she struggled to keep her voice down her body shook with orgasmic release before she settled back into the tub, breathing hard. She gasped when she heard a knock at the bedroom door.

"Doctor Quinzel! Lunch is ready would you like to eat in your room, or would you like to join Misster Queen, Misses Queen, Miss Queen, and Mister Harper?" a voice called through the door.

"Just a minute please," Harley said as she got out of the tub and let it drain. She quickly dried herself off and quickly dressed in the shorts and tank top. She walked back into the bedroom, slipped on her sneakers, and opened the door. There waiting for her was a dark-haired woman in a white button-down shirt, black pants, and matching shoes. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a bun.

"Please follow me, Doctor Quinzel," the woman said as she turned to lead her to the dining room.

"Uh, thanks..."

"Rachel, Doctor Quinzel."

"Thanks, Rachel. And please, just call me Harley."

"As you wish, Harley."