I'm half back^^"
I'm still too busy to write anything, expecially not the next part of my story. but I've been toying a bit with AI recently and here's what I ended up with. this was done first written By AI and then Almost completely rewritten by me. hope you like it. any form of constructive critic is always welcome!

for context, this story takes place in a casual snuff version of the DC universe.

the Joker is sprawled on an old couch in an abandonned warehouse transformed in makeshift base. his leg hangs over the armrest. He's fucking bored. “Harley, sweetie. Do a strip-tease for me.” instantly, Harley gives a small shrug and a small but genuine smile. Just as if someone only asked her to pass the salt. “Oki doki, Puddin’.” She stands up with no hurry and places her mallet against the wall. She sways sexily to the middle of the room, where she baths under the yellowish light coming from the single functionning lightbulb, dangling precariously from the roof.

Harley's chalk-white skin is already visible, since her clothes don't cover much to start with. She starts the second she reaches the center of the of the room. She has more than generous curves but that's not everything. Harley is still a high-level athlete and an expert performer. Her strip-tease is much more spectacular than one from any random strip-club. She starts by dancing, shaking her heavy ass and impressive breasts, as she slowy removes both of her fingerless gloves. She casually throw them behind her back, while she seductivly moves her thighs when sending her shoes flying. Harley's body is now only covered by her stockings, shorts, and crop-top. The stockings are especially difficult to remove as there isn't anything for her to seat on. Fortunately she's really flexible, Harley lifts her left leg and press it against her chest. She can stay perfectly still on one leg with no problems, so she takes her time to remove her red stocking, revealing her naked leg and bare foot. For the right stocking, this time she do a spilt. Left leg behind, right leg in front, she extands and pulls on her whole body to reach her right foot and take off the black stocking. Twisting her legs in unexpected way, she gets back up on her bare feet in less than a second, all while dacing with professional mouvements. With nothing much on her body, her light skin is almost luminous when it stands out sharply against the shadows across the walls. This is where the show gets real, and Harley doesn't hesitate a split second.

She slowly passes her right arm through the sleeve of her red-and-black crop-top. She repeats with the left arm, and just like that, the tight fabric peels away in a split second. Her heavy, full breasts spring free with a soft bounce. With her boobs now free, Harley keeps dancing, she gives a small push as she slides her hands behind her back and brings them up though her own hair, shaking her breasts all along. With graceful steps of her long legs, she turns, showing her tight shorts wrapped around her generous bottom. Harley then rolls her hips flirtaciously. This makes her round and plump ass shift under the snug shorts. Her pale white flesh jiggles clearly with every elegent movements of her dance.

With one of those elegent moves, she casually slides her shorts down her thick thighs to her ankles. With this piece of clothing down, it reveals the black-and-red diamond tattoo on Harley's hip, the ink faintly gleaming on her milky-white skin. With her shorts now around her ankles, with her bare foot, Harley kicks it away in the middle of a dainty dance movement, letting her fully nude, as she shows her shaved pussy. Harley's dance continue: she keeps undulating, arms raised above her head, letting her generous curves dance. Her massive breasts jiggled with each languid step, pink nipples hardened by the cool air, slapping lightly against her ribcage when she arched her back. She gave some louds slaps on her now-uncovered boobs and rump. The slapping sound create a catchy music to go along with her strip-tease.

Next Harley casually grabs her left wrist and bends it back at almost 180° breaking it completely. The joint let out a horrible crack sound, that echoes though the room. She incorpores her spasms of pain into her choreography. Harley doesn't stop here, she pushes her disarticulated wrist against her chest, using her own boobs to snap her fingers. While gracefully dancing, she breakes her left elbow and shoulder. Her forearm now hangs at a grotesque angle, the bone pressing visibly under the thin, pale skin stretching tight like paper. She keeps turning slowly in place. Her heavy breasts swing in bieautiful arcs, the pain radiates from her arm through her whole body, she only adds it into her dance.

She lifts her right leg, in a perfectly-executed mouvement. Before bringing it down, she make sure to twist her foot as outward as possible, which is pretty far with her flexible joint. Harley stomps with all her strenght, making her foot land sideway. Her ankle snaps in an instant right ankle. The flesh around the joint swells in a second. Even through that Harley has no issues whatsoever to keep her ass high and firm, by she leaning forward to keep her balance. The pale globes clenching and releasing with each awkward shift onto her good leg. Blood already beaded where skin had split, drawing thin red lines all the way down to the pristine whiteness of her thighs not long after.

This was still a strip-tease, even if she has no clothes left, Harley still has other things to remove. Next, she bites into her left fingernails to rip it away, one by one with nothing but her teeth, before she spits them to the ground. Meanwhile, her right hand keep slapping her cute ass to maintain the rhythm of the song and the dance. The blood from her finger drip from her mouth to her massive boobs, passing through her chin and tender neck. Said breasts continue their masterfully-performed dance, the drops of red smearing across the creamy skin and tracing the perfect roundness of each globe.

Harley slides her fingers into her mouth once again, but this time not to remove her nails. With her rigth fingers she yanks, ripping out several teeth in one sharp tug. More blood pours all over her mouth and chin. But neither that nor the agonising pain stop her. Seconds later, Harley's swollen lips stretch into a gappy and toothless sincere grin. Without wainting any further She smoothly brings her wet right thumb into one eyesocket. Even if the pain rockets into her whole being, she can still clearly see, despite a few tears, and easily manage to keep the dance flowing. With no hesitation, she drives her left thumb into her last eye, suffering imensely from both her eye and her broken finger, as well as rendering her blind forever. Even unable to see, she manages to keep dancing with pure skill. She rolls her hips wide. Smackes her breasts smacking against her torso. Her pale skin glistens with sweat and blood as she moves passionately under the flickering light.

She keeps going with no hint of planning to stop. While swaying her curves, she uses her right hand to scratch her own skin off her cheeks, ass, hips, breasts, etc. It doesn't take long for skinless spots to appear on her body and even less long for them to expand. Once Harley considers this is enough, she jumps high in the air, her super strenght allows her to almost reach the ceiling. She positions herself for the landing expertfully: the right arm is bent to let the elbow in front and straight so it can take full damage, her left ankle gets twisted in a similar way than the right, and finaly the right leg is slightly tilted in a way that would make it endure her full wheight. First her elbow gets smached into mush but Harley muffle her scream, her right has to carry her wheight but the angle at which it's bent doesn't let it resist much before snapping, last her left ankle is also bent in an unadequate angle, and the force of the impact makes it experience the same fate as her right angle, even her ribs take a serious amount of damage.

Harley is now suffering imensly on the ground, she knows she'll never be able the get up ever again. The pain resonate again and again into every single one of her wound, especially since a great number of patches of Harley's bare flesh are in contact with the filthy floor. But excurasiating pain doesn't mean she should stop. Still on the ground, she manipulates her mangled limbs to perform poses that would be impossible with whole limbs and unbroken bones. Before she holds her first pose, a loud *slamp* fills the room. Harley understands that this was the Joker leaving, she knew he wouldn't keep watching indefinetely. Now without a public, there is no reason to continue her dance. She knows she was nothing but an expendable object and that she was just used.

She spotted a large bin before starting her dance. Harley can only crawl and barely at that, as she needs to scrap her heavy and wounded boobs against the ground. So it takes her a lot of effort but she finaly reaches the bin, and throught even more efforts she eventually climbs inside. Her face lands on trash bags that press it, deforming its features, she then feels something on the back of her head, then again the bin was right under a leak. Harley didn't have much strenght to get in the bin, so she landed near the corner, forcing her broken legs to bend at very uncomfortable angles, pulling heavily on her hips. Her arms are pinned under her torso, still broken. There is no reason for her to move, she know it would be a waste to move trash just because it feels uncomfortable, living her last days in this position isn't an issue. The bin is filled with trash that has been here since the warehouse got abandonned several decades ago, and harley know she'll likely stay here longer.

That's when the dangling lightbulb eventually fall, and with it all remaining light in the building.