On a dark and sinister night, the Joker and his remaining cronies, from an explosive encounter with the one and only Batman, were out in The Narrows, recruiting.
"I told those idiots to, ah, watch out where the bomb was planted. Now I have to start, ah, recruiting again." Joker muttered to himself as he drove towards the end of the Narrows. He'd never gone this far, although he also never had this much trouble looking for new cronies. The Narrows were strangely scarce tonight. Even the dark alleyways were completely empty. Then he figured out why.
All of the Narrows regulars were all gathered in front of an oversized warehouse. There were meatheads by the doors, looking in at the action inside the warehouse. The usual amateur crooks, and the pimps with their slut hookers that Joker could never get an eye for, but that certainly didn't mean his employees would stop gawking at them.
"Well, ah, this explains it. Boys, let's get, ah, recruiting. You know what to look for and, ah, I don't mean hookers. If I catch any of you getting sidetracked by them you'll suffer my consequences." Joker said as he got out of the van and his guys followed him as they scattered to look for new guys while the Joker walked through the crowd and up to the warehouse doors.
He caught the attention of the meatheads at the doors once he spoke. "Now, ah, what seems to be going on here to make the streets so dead tonight?" the two guys stood at attention when they heard Joker's unmistakable voice. "This is a fight club, sir." one of the guys said. He was a tanned man with a buzz cut and an impressive set of muscles as he stood at least five inches taller than Joker himself. "Fight club, eh?" Joker said with a hand on his chin as he rubbed it absently. "When did you open this fight club, hmm?" Joker asked and the other man, a paler version of the first man, said. "It's been secret for years, but we just opened it to the Narrows today. We're running out of fighters and looking for new ones." The first, tanned man, spoke up. "Well, if Vicious would stop killing them in her Death Battles maybe we'd have some fighters left." The second man rolled his eyes. "Well if they wouldn't piss her off so much maybe she wouldn't have to initiate her Death Battles." Joker looked at the two. "Who's this Vicious you keep talking about?" Joker asked. The second man spoke up again as he showed Joker inside the warehouse. "That's Vicious, right there."
Joker looked at a pale-skinned dark blond-haired girl that looked to be just a young 20 years old. This girl had peaked his interest even before he saw her. Just the mention that she had Death Battles had made him want to look at her, a feeling Joker had never felt before. He smirked evilly to himself as he did see her. Her dark blond hair hung at her shoulders, she had dark brown eyes, and full lips that Joker felt himself wanting to take advantage of. Then his eyes wandered down her body. She had an amazing body. Strong, athletic, but still small and womanly with curves that could go on for days. She had amazing 'assets' in both the front and back. And legs that were so toned and slender, it made the Joker almost want to perform the actions in his mind right in front of everyone.
She's absolutely perfect, Joker couldn't help thinking as he smirked. "She can take on fighters? Well, ah, who in the hell are these fighters?" Joker asked, but he didn't have to wait for his answer very long before another muscled man came into the ring she was standing in. "She's going to, ah, fight him?" Joker asked in disbelief. The second man from outside, that was still beside him, looked in the ring. "Oh yeah. She could probably take him down in about five minutes or less. There's no holds barred in these fights, sir. Anything goes and I do mean any-" he got cut off when the match started and Vicious's first move was a cringe-worthy heel kick to the man's "jewels". The Joker remained blank while the man beside him cringed and turned away. "If you have any desire to approach her, which I wouldn't be surprised if you did, I extremely encourage you to do so with caution. Trust me, she may not look like much, but just watch one match and you can figure that she's not one to be underestimated." the man said before he went to walk off before the Joker stopped him. "Ah, one second, now." he said, which immediately stopped the man in his tracks as he turned back around to face the Joker. "Yes, sir?" Joker smirked. "How would you feel about joining me in some, ah, mayhem?" he asked with a small fit of laughter. The man looked at him. "I'd be honored, sir, but-" he started to say but Joker cut him off. "Good. Then I want you to go out there and, ah, recruit some other men for my, ah, team." he said with another small fit of laughter before he turned his attention back to Vicious's match.
The man nodded. "Yes, sir. But I should let you know that everyone will probably be filing in about now to see how our fighters do their business. Once they've done that, there will be an open challenge for new fighters." Joker nodded, not really listening as he watched Vicious's swift moves. "What's your name, boy?" the Joker asked as he looked at the man. "Jacob." Joker nodded. "Well, I think Skidd is much better. Now get on going there, Skidd. Go prove you're good enough to be on my team." he said as he stepped closer to the ring, but still keeping his distance. Skidd nodded as he made his way out of the warehouse and out into the crowd piling up outside.
Meanwhile, inside the warehouse, Vicious was finishing up her match with the man that was at least 3 times her own size and height. She was bloodying him up badly to where he was on the ground. As she continued her torture on him, Joker watched with a twisted smile. Another man came up to him, not noticing it was Joker at first as he started commenting on Vicious's prowess. "Vicious, huh? She's some tough little scrapper." the man started. Joker looked over at the man next to him, slowly turning his head. The man was nothing like the others he'd seen so far. This man was muscled but only slightly. He didn't look like a monster killer like he'd seen with Skidd and the other man in the front tonight. He was muscled enough to be average with long blond hair that touched his shoulders.
Joker smirked as he tried to figure out more about this mysterious and sexy little fighter he saw causing more carnage in just this one place than he could do in one day. He turned his head back to the carnage in the ring as he asked. "What can you tell me about Vicious?"
The man smirked. "I know everything about her. I was here when she first got here. I was her first opponent. Although, I don't know who she learned her fighting skills from. That's a mystery to everyone, mainly we all think she taught herself. Of course, I don't know how you can teach yourself those arsenal moves she uses." Joker was growing tired of the man's rambling as he snapped at him. "You said you know everything about her, right? Then cut to the chase and tell me."
The man nodded. "Sorry. Anyways, about Vicious. She's one of the toughest fighters we've had. If you get on her bad side though you might want to either run for your life, go into hiding, or, if you have a death wish, just stand there and take what she can deliver because you won't be able to fight back much against her. She's also got an unlimited supply of weapons she keeps in her clothes. No one knows how she can fit so many weapons in an outfit that looks like it doesn't have a whole lot of hiding places, but she pulls it off. Her favorite weapon is-" he got cut off as Vicious took out a whip from out of nowhere and slammed it against the back of her new opponent that she was fighting. There was a scream of pure agony heard that was worse than nails on a chalkboard as it pierced the inside of the warehouse and the Narrows outside. There were eight more screams just like it. "She's super-tough, Vicious is. No one knows about her past life before she came to the Narrows. But we all know she's been here for only 2 years, since she was 18, and she's made quite the impact on the fight club. She's the reason we're having this open challenge. The other fighters pissed her off after their matches against her because they were angry about losing and she invented her all-too-famous Death Battles."
Joker nodded, getting more intrigued by the minute about what he learned about Vicious. "And those would be?" Joker asked, even though he was sure of what they probably were. The man shook his head. "Yeah. Death Battles. Those would be fights to the death. Literally. If someone pisses off Vicious, she doesn't let them see the next day and she comes through on her promise, ten-fold. You know, sometimes, if she's in a rush to end a battle she'll just pull out her handgun to end the Death Battle. She's got weapons of every kind, like I said. She's got two of everything. One for her safe keeping in her outfit and the other set of things... well no one's really sure where they are. But she has everything. Whips, guns, swords too. I've even heard she has a baseball bat and barbed wire she carries with her too." he said, sounding impressed. Joker nodded, keeping his face stoic. "Is it possible to talk to her?" he asked.
The man nodded. "As long as you don't say anything that will offend her. So, basically, just don't say anything bad about her fighting skills. That's all I know that can really offend her." Joker nodded. "I see. Is Vicious her real name?" The man shrugged. "That would be another mystery." Joker rolled his eyes. "You know, for someone that knows everything about her it seems you don't know much. What's your name?" Joker asked as he looked over at the man, who looked over at him and saw he was talking to the Joker this entire time. "Oh, Jok-, I mean, I, uh-"
"Nevermind. I don't hire morons. Well, morons that can't speak plain English when they look at me." Joker said as he walked off from the stuttering man as Vicious stepped out of the ring. Joker stepped up to her. "You're, ah, quite the little fighter aren't you?" he asked and, without seeing it, Vicious turned around and punched him directly in the face as she pulled him close to her face by his shirt. "Don't. Call. Me. Little." she said slowly, word for word, as she glared at Joker, seeming unaffected by who he was. "Do you know who I am, Miss Vicious?" Joker asked, laughing. She glared at him. "Yes, Joker, I do. And if you've come to recruit me as well, yes I've been hearing what you've been saying, then you can forget about it because I'm happy right here." she said as she let go of his shirt. He straightened up and looked at her retreating back as he followed. "You have some nerve... and from what I hear, a great set of weapons-" she sharply turned to look at him. "Excuse me?" Joker laughed again. "Weapons, dearie, not assets. Although...but we'll, ah, talk about those later. You've got weapons everywhere in that outfit, from what I hear, weapons that not even I have. But, you are right, I would like to recruit you. I wish I'd known about this place before so I could've-" Vicious cut him off. "Let me guess, so you could've gotten into my pants earlier instead of having to try and dodge diseases from the hookers, right?"
Joker looked at her before he, without warning, grabbed her quickly by her shirt but quickly retracted when he touched something insanely sharp and saw his blood on his hands. "What the hell-" he started to ask until Vicious tore off her shirt to see another shirt on underneath and barbed wire wrapped around it. "Did you want to act on something, Joker?" she asked smartly as she stepped into her room, leaving the door open as Joker stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"I know why you can't defeat the Batman." Vicious said as she slipped on a pair of gloves and started removing her barbed wire.
Joker looked at her, offended. How dare she, some unknown to the world underground fighter, try to tell him, the Joker, the ultimate mastermind, about how to defeat his main enemy the Batman?
"What would you know?" Joker snapped at her. Vicious turned to face him, glaring. "I know a lot more about your encounters with Batman than you think I do. I may be just an underground fighter and have no idea about psychotic clowns or masked vigilantes but I do actually happen to watch the news. I know the chaos you've caused Gotham," she smirked. "And I loved every minute I heard about you." Joker could feel himself growing hard as she turned that seductive smirk on him. "Ok, so you think that you can help me defeat the Batman? What would you know then Miss Vicious?"
"I know that you really need to re-think your cronies." Vicious said. "What's wrong with the men I hire? They're monsters, have you seen them?" Joker said and she nodded. "Yes I have and that's why you can't defeat Batman. You don't get men that can give out information. It doesn't matter if you threaten them not to tell anyone anything about you, the cops can get the information from them one way or another. You have to target guys that they can't talk to. Guys like you, Joker." He looked at her, blank expression on his face. "And how would you propose I do that, exactly, hmm? There's no one here in the Narrows like me." Vicious rolled her eyes. "Exactly. They're all at your second home of Arkham Asylum." Joker narrowed his eyes on Vicious, she could definitely be of some use to him. In more ways than just the one he couldn't get his mind away from, he'd never felt this strong desire for any woman before. He only ever got this much desire for causing chaos. "Second home, huh? That's very cute, my dear." Joker said, smiling his wicked smile.
"Joker, just get to it. I have a Death Battle coming up in about ten minutes and I need to sharpen my knife-" Vicious started until Joker interrupted. "Knife? You use knives as well?" Vicious nodded. "Apparently Tom has been telling you about my moves and weapons. But, yes, Joker. I use all sorts of weapons. But to be honest, my knives are my favorite." Joker licked his red-painted lips. "Knives are a personal favorite of mine, as well." Vicious looked over at him as she got out a wooden box and set it on the coffee table in her room. "Is that because knives are all you use?" she asked and Joker smirked. "How do you know me so well if you're not even technically living in Gotham?"
Vicious just smirked at him again. "I've got my resources." Joker smirked. "And those would be?" Vicious shook her head. "That's my business." Joker just gave her an appreciative 'hmm'. Vicious took out her knife sharpener as she opened the box and pulled out her knife for the night. She sat down on her couch in the room and started sharpening her knife. She heard a low groan come from the Joker. She smirked at this and looked up at him. "Does it excite you when I do this, Joker?" she asked as she looked up at him and he stepped up to the coffee table. "Let me see your collection." he ordered. She looked at him before she smirked again and ran her sharpener slowly along her knife. As she did this, she was, unknowingly, making the Joker, himself, shiver in absolute pleasure. He loved the way she could work that sharpener over her knife like that, and she knew it. "Do you still want me as a recruit?" Vicious asked, smirking as she put her knife sharpener back and admired her favorite knife. The Joker stared at her before he told her. "Stand." she looked at him with an 'are you serious?' look on her face. "Excuse me?" she asked. Joker smirked. "Stand, Vicious." Vicious glared at him. "I would never do this if I didn't have to go out soon." she said as she stood up slowly, knife still in hand. Joker smiled as he motioned her over to him. "Over here, Vicious." She kept her glare on him as she walked over to him and faced him, no fear detected in her eyes. Not even any fear that was hidden, that he could always see in some people who tried to be brave. This girl was not scared of him. And it turned him on to know that.
He smirked as he slowly walked around her. She didn't move her head once to follow his movements though and that impressed him even more. Of course, she probably didn't move because she could pull out a weapon, or that dangerously lovely knife in her hand, on him if he tried anything. "Very nice." he purred in her ear and she stayed completely stoic, even though inside she was feeling very turned on by this man who she had admired since she first saw him on the news. She'd never been turned on by a man in a long time but she'd never been this turned on by a man ever and it was a feeling, she would never admit, that she liked very much as she felt chills go down her spine as he circled her three times. He was trying to get a reaction out of her but she would not break. She'd had plenty of years to practice hiding her emotions and what she was feeling and even though she admired this man very much she would not let her years of practice and mastering her craft of hiding all emotions completely fail her now.
"I think you'll do just fine with me." Joker said as he rested his chin on her shoulder. She smirked. "I would do much better than just fine, Jack." Vicious answered and as soon as she said his name he pushed her roughly against a wall and somehow had managed to pull the knife out of her hand and hold it up to her throat. "How do you know my name?" he hissed, looking directly into her eyes as hate dripped from his words and expression. "I know a lot about you, Mr. Napier. I know about your plans, your mannerisms, your, ah, personal," she smirked, sounding just like him, as she reached her hand out for his pants to cup him in her hand. "information." she finished.
Joker immediately loosened his grip on the knife and Vicious took it out of his hand, put it in her pocket, then pushed Joker against the wall and whispered in his ear. "I'll be back. And I'll have an answer for you when I return. Until then, Mr. Joker..." she smiled before she stepped back, put her gloves on, wrapped a small piece of barbed wire around one then got another glove for the same hand from her table and put it on before she put a whip in the back pocket of her skirt, grabbed a baseball bat, and walked out of the room.
Joker looked over at the door and let out an exasperated sigh as he felt his erection getting painfully hard. "I gotta see this." he said to himself as he walked out of the room and went to a corner in the backstage area where he was unnoticeable in the shadows, even with his face paint on, and could still see the ring where Vicious and her opponent were already going at it.
20 Minutes Later...
Vicious had finished the match by spearing her opponent to the mat, pulling out her knife, and, as if she knew exactly where he was, looked directly at Joker before she stabbed her opponent in the heart then in the head then carved something on her opponent's face. She stood up, kicked her dead opponent in the ribs, then got out of the ring and headed backstage, acting as if she couldn't see Joker as she made her way back to her room.
Joker followed her back in her room as she started removing her weapons from her clothes, starting with her barbed wire glove.
"Your answer, my dear?" he asked from behind her. Vicious looked at him from her mirror she was currently looking in as she admired her little scratch she got on her cheek that didn't hurt a bit. It'd be gone by tomorrow. She smirked. "I've always been looking for a way to get out of this place. Yes." she said. Joker looked at her strangely. "What do you mean you've been looking for a way to get out? If you wanted a way out why not just leave yourself?" Joker asked. Vicious shook her head. "We have crowds, Narrows crowds, of people that come to see me kill people every night. It was limited Narrows crowds until we opened to everyone today. Since I'm so popular they don't let me leave. That's why they gave me my own room here. All of the regulars, like me, have our own rooms here. So if you can get me out of here, I'll be on your side."
"Is that the only reason you're saying yes?" Joker asked, feigning a hurt sound to his voice. Vicious turned to him as she walked over to him. "Of course not, darling." she smirked as she touched the side of his neck. "To be totally honest, Joker, I've always wanted to be on your side. And stay there, instead of getting shot off like the rest. Trust me, no one can get a word out of me." she said, for some reason she wanted to convince him verbally that she would be loyal to him. This was something she would never do for a man and she really had no idea why she was doing it now.
"My dear, you don't have to prove a thing to me. But I can guarantee you, you will not be like any of my other minions over the years. You will not be getting shot off in a few days time. You will remain by my side." Joker said, smirking. Vicious nodded. "Trust me, I know I don't need to prove anything to you, I just want to make sure I have a permanent place ."
"You do, my darling, you do." he said as he put an arm around Vicious, but she didn't smack him or anything this time which completely surprised not only him, but herself as well before she pulled away. "I'm definitely ready to get the hell out of here." she said as she walked over to her closet that was in the room, packed up what clothes she had in the duffle bag she hadn't touched in two years, except for those numerous times that she tried to escape, and put her weapons inside after her clothes before she faced the Joker once again. "Go ahead. Free me." she said sarcastically which made the Joker laugh, almost hysterically, for a full minute before he calmed down and smiled. "Come then, my pet-" before he could finish his sentence she had him backed against the wall again. "Don't call me your pet. I am no pet. I am your...assistant." she hesitated. Joker smirked before he surprised her as he pushed her down on the couch in her room and quickly got on top of her before she could get up to fight him. "What you are, my dear, is something that I'll tell you after a week has gone by. I might just need that much time because you confuse me so much." Joker said as he got up, but Vicious just laid there, looking at him, as she felt waves of pleasure going through her from feeling his weight on top of her, but had hid her pleasure deep inside her. So deep that she was sure the Joker wouldn't be able to detect it.
Joker looked over at her. Even though she thought that he wouldn't detect her pleasure, he was the Joker after all. Cold, calculating, psychotic, mind-game playing Joker. And he did detect her pleasure, which was the cause of his smirk as he looked at her. "Well, ah, are you coming? Or would you rather stay prisoner?" he asked, jolting Vicious back into reality. She stood up from her couch. "Like I said, free me." Vicious said as she picked up her bag and walked out of the door but Joker yanked her by the arm back inside her room. "What?" she snapped at him. He smirked. "You're just going to be a whole lot of fun on your...time of the month aren't you?" Joker said with another hysterical giggle. Vicious glared at him. "Why are we not already out the door?" she asked, trying to snap him back into reality. Which it did. "Because if you're as popular as you say you are then I'm only gonna be able to take you out one way. Hostage, my darling Vicious. Or should I say...my Vicious darling?" he laughed again before he slung her over his shoulder. "Hold on, Joker. I'm gonna need those clothes and weapons. They're a part of me." Vicious said as he started out the door. Joker gave another 'hmm' as he looked at the bag on the floor. "Ah, I know. GUNS! GET IN HERE!" He yelled out to one of his minions he saw watching a match out in the ring area. Guns, a guy with black hair and black clothing, ran up to his boss as he looked more at the girl over Joker's shoulder, especially since the only thing he could see was a very nice backside. "Boss?" he asked. "Grab that bag. I'm taking a little hostage for me. And get your eyes off my playtoy." Joker ordered. Guns nodded and got the bag off the floor, as he kept his eyes down, and left the room to run out to the van outside.
"Ready, deary?" Joker asked with an insane smile and giggle as he made his way out the door to the ring area. Vicious smirked. "More than you know." she said to him quietly before she put her hair over her face and pretended to be knocked out cold, so no one could see it was her. Although the regulars would probably be able to tell, hence the feigning unconsciousness.
Joker pulled a gun out from his jacket pocket and fired it into the air, away from Vicious. For all he knew, if he ever killed her or if she died before him, which for some reason actually hurt the Joker to think about, she'd probably come haunt him like nobody's business.
"What a nice little fight club I found. And look what else I've found! A beautiful, young, fresh, hostage! Ah, it's been such a long time since I've taken anyone hostage. But the first time I've taken someone so delectable as one! So, my dear Vicious, say goodbye to your fans and your fellow fighters!" Joker said, in his usual Jokeresque manner before he shot down a few idiots stupid enough to try and save Vicious. There were a few coming behind him and Vicious quietly let him know so he could turn around and shoot them off as well. "Anyone else wanna try and take my new playtoy from me? No? Good! Very Good!" He laughed insanely before he bolted out the door, grabbed his guys with one call of 'Let's go boys!' and he quickly got in the back of the van, putting Vicious down by her bag before he inspected his gun and told the driver, who was new minion Skids. "GET GOIN, BOY!" he yelled and the van took off.