Been reading Joker fanfic and wanted to give it a go, not sure where it will lead (if anywhere) but review and tell me if it should be continued or not :P
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Future
Silent as a mouse I watched the men in clown masks toss people to the ground; I sat huddled behind a desk in my father's office. He had shoved me down there the second gunshots rang through the bank. I knew that anyone who was stupid enough to steal from a mob bank wouldn't live long enough to spend the money regardless of how far they ran. But something told me that this was not the goal of these particular men, or at least it didn't compel some of the men. One caught my eye as I huddled beneath the desk, he moved almost like the Tigers on my Animal Planet programs did. Suddenly my father grabbed a shot gun from beneath his desk; I forced my hand over my mouth as he shot through the glass separating us from the crime. Blocking my ears I glanced frightened through my peep hole, I could see daddy shooting people or trying to. Then suddenly he dropped to the ground, unable to help it I let out a pained cry. The clown in the blue suit's head flicked my way, instantly I felt like he could see through the walls and to where I was hiding. He muttered something to the other clown, I stifled another gasp when a bus literally came through the bank wall and tossed the other clown across the room. The blue suited clown then motioned for the bus driver to begin packing up the money, to my horror he then began walking towards my hiding spot. I knew that there was a silver letter opener on my father's desk; I just had to get to it. The blue suited clown stepped through the broken glass window, whistling while he did it. I scrambled back as far as I could, thankfully because of this particular desks depth I was able to get pretty far away. The clown hunched down behind the desk, through the mask I could see his dark brown eyes regarding me; again I got the feeling of a predator.
"Ah... Doll you wanna get out of there? You ah wouldn't want me to have ta go under and get you." My eyes only widened more at his words, Holy fuck this guy is seriously insane.
"No...no I'm fine, besides you wouldn't fit anyhow." I didn't know where I got the strength to say those words, but hell I was the daughter of a mobster and not about to act my normal meek self. The clown giggled wildly at my comment, confusing me even more.
"Perhaps this escaped your notice sweet cheeks, but I am the one holding the ah gun." He pointed the gun in my direction, the horrible object clicked ominously with a flick of his thumb. Fighting back the tears that my weaker side desperately wanted to show, I nodded slowly.
"Please move back" I was actually shocked when he complied, somehow I just knew that he was smiling beneath his mask. Shuffling out from under the desk, I stifled a whimper when his hand wrapped around my arm, pulling me the rest of the way out.
"Well you are beautiful, what's your name?" I stared into the pitiless eyes of the clown, my mind still on the letter opener.
"Tony" he laughed insanely at my name, I was used to it though.
"What did daddy want a wittle boy and got a wittle girl?" At the mention of my father I glanced over at his dead body, it still hadn't sunk in. "What's wrong Tony who's a girl? Did I shoot your daddy?" I felt my mind blank out at his words, roaring like a banshee I brought my knee up into clown boys crouch; only to have him block it while giggling. Undeterred I reached behind me and grabbed the letter opener, without flinching I slammed it into clown boys shoulder; soaking up his shout of pain. Growling he shoved me back into the desk, I hit it with a pain filled yelp. Suddenly Clown boy ripped his mask off, only to reveal a more terrifying one. White face pain covered much of his face while his eyes were sooted out with black pain, but that wasn't what caught my attention. He had very crudely done scars going from the corner of both cheeks into a mockery of a smile, the pain would have been horrendous considering the amount of nerves in a human mouth.
"Now Doll, that was not a very smart ah move." With a snarl he pulled the knife out of his shoulder, laughing while he did it. Flinging it away roughly, a smaller and sharper knife appeared in his hand. Smirking evilly he grabbed the front of my top, tearing it down the front. Shrieking I grabbed onto his wrists, he simply placed the knife at my neck.
"Don't move Tony, I would ah hate to slip." I froze instantly at his voice, slowly his knife moved lower. "Just a little something to remember me by." Still smirking the clown slammed his mouth down onto mine, in all my sixteen years I had never been kissed like this. He seemed to devour me, his lips, tongue and teeth all working in perfect tandem. He made a funny surprised noise when he dipped his tongue between my lips, seeming unable to stop himself from tasting every part of my mouth. I was frozen, too scared to move from fear the knife would cut me; seemed it didn't make a difference. I felt the clown smirk against my lips before a searing pain erupted from my chest, crying out into his mouth he swallowed it instantly; all the while moving that knife of his across my body. Now sobbing and unable to move because of the hand holding my head in place, I was helpless to stop his mutilation of my body. Finally he drew away from my mouth, at the same time removing his knife.
"You are de...licious Doll. So how do you like my artwork?" His hand forced my head to look down, I cried out in dismay. There going from the bottom of my neck, down and across my left breast was the letter J. It was dripping blood quite strongly; I knew I would need stitches. He pulled my head back up to face him; almost tenderly he wiped the tears of my cheeks. "You know what this means ah Tony?" He sounded overjoyed as he spoke, I almost didn't want to know; but shook my head anyway. "This ah means that you belong to me now... So don't go doing anything stupid Doll, see ya soon." He whispered the last words against my lips, his tongue darting in for once last taste; much to my disgust. Then he was gone, leaving me sobbing and clutching my top around me. After that everything was pretty much a blur. The police came and questioned me while paramedics fixed my wound as best they could. All the while everyone in the room stared at me with pity, as if they knew that I was a dead person.
The next few years seemed to fly by; my father's funeral and step mothers delight of kicking me out of home were probably the highlights for me. That and getting to watch the Joker being carted off to Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane, which at the time made my day. But to be honest I had stopped hating the man, now seeing him for the messed up individual that he was and myself the random and unlucky victim. The J scar still stood out on my body, my step mum refusing to pay for plastic surgery; calling it a waste of time when they couldn't possibly fix my face while they were at it. I didn't hate her either, instead being slightly thankful that she gave me an escape from mob life. Because she kicked me out of home before I was old enough to be initiated into the mob, it meant I had avoided what so many of my friends hadn't; death because of a job gone wrong or a revenge hit. Yes I was happy, it had been three years since the 'bad day' as I refired to it, and a year had passed since I got my job at Gotham General Library. Sure being a librarian was not the flash job my younger self had wanted, that was still becoming a princess and marrying Prince Harry. No my job wasn't perfect, but it was safe and reliable. I had always enjoyed reading, plus it gave me extra time to work on several charity programs I helped out with. At the moment one of them involved the Wayne industries, which meant several unwelcome visits from Bruce Wayne himself.
"Mr Wayne I am sorry but I have plans tonight." Sighing I went back to packing away books, Bruce still annoyingly standing too close.
"Come Ms Maroni, you have said that the past three times." God this guy can't take a hint. Smiling I looked at him through my black glasses, already knowing I wasn't allowed to get angry at one of the main benefactors of well...Everything.
"I am sorry Mr Wayne but I am not interested," The truth was I really wasn't. While Bruce Wayne was every women's idea catch (rich, handsome and with an abundance of muscles), he simply wasn't right for me.
"I don't take no for an answer easily" his voice, meant to be playful just pissed me off more.
"Obviously" growling under my breath I forced another smile, hoping he hadn't heard my last comment. "Please excuse me Mr Wayne, I have books to organize." Finally I escaped, all the while knowing that Bruce was staring at me walking away. Honestly I did not understand this fascination men suddenly had with me, I was nothing. Plain face, plain eyes, plain body (although I had gained a bit of weight which almost made me curvy), my only beautiful feature was my flaming red hair; which I kept in a tight bun most days. I was the perfect example of a prune that couldn't possibly hold any interest; I even wore sensible clothes so my J scar was hidden.
"Tony come quick" startled from my finding a home for the Moby Dick book. I quickly followed my supervisor Jan into the break room. There was a very nice flat screen TV situated on the wall, one donated by Wayne industries of course. At this moment it was showing a very big photo of the Joker, grabbing the remote I quickly turned up the TV. The pretty blond presenter seemed frightened as she spoke; her words sent a chill through me as well.
"This just in, The Joker has escaped Arkham prison. Police say that this happened several weeks ago and they were trying to minimize panic, but that makes viewers only more concerned. After all what could possibly be keeping the Joker quite for this many weeks, what havoc has he planned and how will it further damage our fair city? Stay tuned for Dr Arkham's examination of the Joker and what to do if faced with him, I for one will be listening to that interview." Calmly I switched off the TV, so that crazy's finally out of the bag? To be honest I was surprised that he had stayed that long in Arkham; they must have pumped him full of drugs to keep him quite.
"Guess they ran out" mumbling I turned around, only wanting to get back to my work. To my shock Bruce Wayne was in the break room still staring at the TV, he had a look in his eye I almost recognised; revenge. Without saying goodbye to anyone, the billionaire pivoted and stormed out of the library.
Hours later I found myself once again sitting alone at my uncle's restaurant, I had been kicked out of the mob but that didn't mean I still didn't occasionally say hello. I felt a particular connection to Sal Maroni, or uncle Sal to me. He too had been scared through the actions of the Joker, though not during his actual assault of your mouth. When Joker had let Harvey Dent free, he had attacked uncle Sal's driver. The result was a horrific crash in which uncle Sal lost the use of his legs, yes the once great mob boss was now unable to look a man in the eyes; it practically killed him at the time. I think it helped that he had been able to talk to somebody also suffering because of the Joker's acts; eventually Uncle Sal took back his title and earned the respect of his men. He was always grateful to me and had taken it upon himself to not only get me my current job, but pay for all my college expenses.
"Tony" startled out of my back flash, I jumped in fright when uncle Sal was suddenly next to me. I swear he oils those damned wheels just so he can scare me.
"Evening uncle Sal, how can I help you." While uncle Sal and I were close, he normally only talked to me in public if he needed something.
"It's Lucia; she has requested your presence at tonight's meeting." I felt my eyes literally bug out; my stepmom actually wanted me to attend a meeting; suspicion quickly followed my wonder.
"Why? What is it she wants?" I cracked my knuckles in annoyance, hoping uncle Sal wouldn't sell me some bullshit story about building bridges.
"Something to do with your fathers Will." My head snapped up at that, when Lucia kicked me out she took everything; including the things that belonged to my mother.
"Why is that being discussed at a meeting?"
"It isn't obviously, thought you were supposed to be clever" I smirked at that. "Lucia feels that you're more likely to actually converse with her if you're in the same room as the family, she feels more secure with them around." I snorted at that, exactly what was I going to do to her? Beat her to death with a dictionary, if anything she would be the one bringing an actual weapon.
Sighing I realised I had to be reasonable, maybe Lucia did have some of mum's stuff to give to me. "Ok I will go, but don't expect me to get a warm welcome. I'm sure Lucia has managed to 'convince' the other members that I am bad news. When do we leave?"
Not half an hour later I found myself outside of an old warehouse, well at least they don't do it in the back of a restaurant like in the movies. I had never been to an actual sit down, with me being banished and all they never really came into my life. The inside of the warehouse was a dreary as the outside; the only thing in the room was a huge table and rather comfortable looking chairs. Everyone was already here; I recognised Gambit's son and Chechen (bite scars covered him), the rest were strangers. Then my gaze fell on Lucia, she was draped over a man; big surprise. However quickly took her spot around the table as I walked in, she looked exactly the same. Pitch black hair which was styles professionally of course, tight red dress and bright green eyes; she was simply stunning. But whenever I thought of her I always got an image of the Evil Queen out of Snow White, staring into her mirror and asking it if she looked fat or something equally pointless.
"Hello Tony, you look...sensible" several of the people around the table tittered at this; I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised though by Lucia's behaviour. I ignored her however and took a seat at the table across from her, eventually giving her my best intellectual glare.
"Nice to see you Lucia, how long's it been? Three years" I refused to take up her dare for a bitch fight, obviously the disgusting men around the table were eager for one.
"Yes about that, how have you been?" Her voice was obvious in its disinterest, a fist slammed down on the table near us.
Gambol's son stood; obviously he was as impatient as his late father. "Enough of this, Lucia tell the 'librarian' what you needed to." Lucia opened her mouth but was stopped; she was staring at something behind me. Frowning I turned to look, but was stopped. Hands wrapped themselves around my neck and shoulders, I froze instantly.
"Now Lucy what did we ah discuss? You were supposed to bring me the mob...not get into a dis...sssucssion with your little friend. " I felt my breath start to get heavy, I knew that voice, all of Gotham knew that voice. From behind me the Joker was holding my neck and head in place; I knew he didn't know who I was...He probably forgot me long before his imprisonment at Arkham.
"I...I" Lucia was having trouble finding her voice, hell I couldn't blame her; it seemed like everyone around the table was shocked.
"You...You WHAT" the shout from Joker's mouth caused me to jump, holy shit he is terrifying.
"I brought you the mob...she was a bonus I wanted put in" I felt fury fill me, my caring stepmom was trying to get the Joker to kill me along with the rest of the mob.
"And ah what made you think...That I would want this ah little miss?" oh god Lucia please don't tell him. I knew my hope was lost when a glare of hatred was sent my way by the black haired witch herself.
"Well you marked her years ago. Turn her around." I hung my head at Lucia's words; slowly the Joker removed his hands. Gasping I felt my chair lift up and turn, he was ridiculously strong. Still staring at the ground I couldn't bring myself to look into his scared face; I had convinced myself I didn't hate him. But that didn't mean I wasn't terrified of him.
"Hey...Hey look at me" my gaze stayed drilled to the floor. "Look at me" my gaze shot to his at those deep words, he looked exactly the same. I saw shock in his eyes before he masked it, slowly his hand reached for the front of my top.
"No" the word whispered its way past my lips, at it the Joker smirked. He made quick work of the buttons holding my top in place, baring me to the top of my breasts but not further. I turned my face, unwilling to watch his eyes devour his own marking. While he looked I glanced around the room, there were clowns posted at every exit; all with guns and menacing masks. I jumped suddenly, feeling a single gloved finger trace the J.
"Will you kill her?" Lucia's voice obviously broke the moment for the Joker, he growled as he tore his gaze away from me and back to her.
"Ah nooooo, this little Tony is mineee to kill when I want, not when you want." Lucia screeched at his words, I heard a gunshot ring out and a thump, already knowing that the Joker had killed her. Before I could even delight in that, a hand roughly grabbed me around the arm and threw me into the arms of a waiting clown. In defence I bit down on the clown, wanting to cause him harm. The clown's grabbed the top of my arms; I could hear a weird panting noise coming from him. Glancing down I realised my breasts were hanging half out, gasping I tried to close my top. The clown just growled and held on tighter, I had never felt so disgusted. Another shot rang out, squealing I held my ears as the clown who had been holding me fell to the ground dead.
"Ah Doll?" I stared at the Joker, somehow able to hear him through the ringing of my ears. "Go standing the corner if you ah want to live. Now..." I rushed to obey him and buttoned my top at the same time, having no wish to be the next one killed or cause the next death.
"Joker" uncle Sal was the first boss to speak to him, the rest were too frightened.
"Well Sally old man, how's the ah legs." The Joker giggled at that, enjoying the sight of my uncle in a wheelchair.
"You should know clown, you let the beast out of his cage." The reference to Dent wasn't lost on anyone, Joker just acted sheepish.
"Yeah hahaha good times, ah but let's not forrrget Sally... You let me loose; you could say you broke your own legs." Thankfully uncle Sal didn't retaliate, undoubtedly digesting the truth in Joker's words. "Now I am guessing that you are all wondering, ah why I am here..." Several of the bosses nodded, Joker sat down on one of the chairs.
"Ya see, unlike ah the late Lucy Lucia thought. I don't wanttt to kill you boys and girls, but ah your disruption the scheme of things." Ok now I'm confused, has the Joker lost it even more? "I am sensing a little confusion ladies and gentlemen, but all will become clear. You see I neeed to know that the Batman, who I find is missing... hasn't been killed by one of you lovely people, I ah believe that was my job."
"He isn't missing" the words shot out of my mouth before I could stop them, Jokers dark brown eyes shot to me.
"Tony ah do you have something to say?" I froze, Joker clicked his fingers and one of his men dragged me towards his sitting form. The second I was in reach his hands closed over my wrist, pulling me onto his lap. Floundering I tried to get off, only to have a knife brought to my throat.
"Would you care to repeat Tony..." I shook my head slowly, praying the knife wouldn't cut me. The Joker giggled beneath me at my words, trailing the knife up my arm. It sliced down with painful accuracy, gasping I felt blood drip down my arm.
"I suggest you answer him Tony" uncle Sal's words woke me up, at this moment answering the Joker may save my life.
"Batman chose to go missing because people thought he killed Harvey Dent, he is only laying low." I mumbled the words out like a code, like the Batman would suddenly appear and save me from the monster.
"So you know the truth huh? That I made Dent Crazy and he went on a little rampage, so now the Batman is in hiding. Guess I just have to drawww him out, he is the wind beneath my wings after all." Laughing hysterically Joker ran a finger down the newer mark he put on me, I heard him mutter something under his breath. "Gotta be more careful, don't wanna break this one." I felt a glimmer of hope inside of me, maybe he would release me. "Ya see ladies and gentleman; I came here with the strict belief that I would ah kill you all... Now I am only going to kill some of you, I'll let my boys decide, I have more important matters to attend." I was forced to stand when the Joker did. But rather than release me, he grabbed my arm again.
"What important matters?" Damn my mouth. The Joker stilled and turned while still holding me, I shrank back as far as I could. Frowning slightly he brought me back closer, I considered struggling but settled for looking alarmed.
"Ah ta ta Doll, now you should not be afraid of me." He giggled bringing me even closer, "at thing moment...Right now, I'm about the safest person in the whole world. Because I always know where the bombs are" he continued giggling, boy is he short a few screws. "The matter that is important... Is you my little morsel, I have to keep you safe." Oh god he is going to rape me then kill me, or kill me then rape me...Either way BAD.
"That's ok I'm sure I am fine considering all of the mob bosses and guns in this room, no need for you to help." I could feel myself start to get hysterical, but it was like trying to halt a train with a shopping trolley.
"Ya see Doll, that's what I like about you. Like me you say whatever comes into your head, do whatever comes into your head." I let out a slight scream as his hand raised and he shot one of his men, the others just continued like nothing was wrong. "Trust me Doll, in Gotham and in this terrible world we live in, the last thing you are is safe." I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block out all the gunshots that echoed around me as Joker's men killed the mob. I could hear the violent shouts of the men as they were gunned down, the screams of the women as they tried to escape and the gratitude of the ones who were kept alive. Panting I sunk down to the ground, eyes still closed. I could hear a strange whimpering noise, it took me a second to realise it was coming from my mouth. Arms wrapped around my body, pulling me bridal style into a hard chest. Without pause I wrapped my arms around the monster that had caused all this carnage, at this moment he was simply convenient support.
"Hush now Doll, you should be ah useddd to this type of re-management method." There was no way for me to explain to the Joker that I wasn't in the mob, I was just related and normally shunned by them.
"Please, I just want to go home." I risked a glance around, immediately closing my eyes when I realised we hadn't left the building. Unluckily for me, when I had raised my eyes I found myself staring into the dead ones of Lucia. He had shot her through one of her eyes so half her head was gone; the rest of it was a messy mockery of the beauty she had been before the murder. Panting again, I only just resisted the urge to vomit.
"Ok boys time to pack it up, Bozo stop kicking that body. My little Tony here wants to go home, I ah intend to take her." There was no misinterpreting the meaning behind his words, several of the clowns chuckled. Once I escape, I am going to hunt them down.
It only seemed to take seconds before I found myself shoved into the back of a van, white of course with tinted windows.
"Want me to sit with the girl boss?" Another shot rang out; the rest of the clowns quickly hopped into the other vans I noticed parked around us. Only one of them got into the van with me and he hopped into the driver's seat, which meant...
"Move over Tonnnyyy" I shrunk instantly into the side of the car, praying he wouldn't shoot me. With surprising agility the Joker jumped into the van, he seemed to do everything with unusual enthusiasm.
"Now Doll, I have told you that ah I won't kill you. I'm a man of my word" I just ignored him, staring out the window. "Awh where's the girl who says everything that comes into her mind, I want...t to talk to her." I snapped my head to face him, anger replacing the fear.
"At the moment she is hidden at the back of my mind, so sorry Mr Joker but I do not do everything my kidnapper tells me too." I realised how stupid that sounded, a smart person should do everything their captor said; I just didn't feel like cooperating. Bursting out laughing the Joker shook his head, it took me a second to realise that his laugh had lost the high pitched sound to it. I realised then that he only used that to frighten his enemies, or make them think he was actually insane. Maybe the Joker was simply a sociopath who pretended to be out of his brain, he noticed the look on my face and smirked.
"Clever little Tony has me all figured out." Mouth open I simply stared at him, if he wasn't mad why would he do so many horrible things?
"No you can't possibly be...you're sane?" He laughed even more at this; the man driving the van ignoring all that was being said.
"Yes I am ah not insane so to speak. But you gotta admit Doll, pretending to has given me a better reputation."
"But why kill so many people, why kidnap me and why the fuck would you try and bring down Gotham?" Joker frowned at this, as if thinking for a second. Reaching over he grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap, tightening his arm around my waist and over my arms so I couldn't move. His head was next to my ear when he pulled my hair out of the way, I could feel his makeup staining my shoulder.
"Come on Doll, your supposed to be smart. I kill people because it's fun. I will destroy Gotham because it is so damn... corrupt, the entire world is fraudulent and my anarchy will fix it, show every single person the true colours around them. Now you...You are special Tony, you caught my interest enough for me not to kill you; so that means you deserve life." I could feel his breath on my neck as he spoke, Goosebumps broke out and I shivered involuntarily.
"If living means being alive with you. I will pass." He bit down onto my shoulder, crying out I shoved my head backwards. He just used to movement to keep me in place, my head resting entirely on his shoulder. Chuckling at my struggles he tightened his hold and continued sucking, biting and nibbling at my neck. I shivered softly when his tongue glided over a certain place, making a strange noise he concentrated on that place. Every time I tried to fight him off, kick him; he would simply bite down, but never enough to break the skin.
"Please stop." I felt tears slowly run down my cheeks, knowing that they would eventually touch the Joker's face. Suddenly my entire body was spun around, head reeling I faced the Joker; he had placed me so my legs were either side of his.
"Ah ta ta ta, don't cry. I won't hurt you; I just want to touch you." His mouth slowly ran down my cheeks, tasting my tears while he made excited noises. Eventually he reaching my mouth, my eyes snapped up to his. He was smiling and I could see his stained teeth, I knew it wasn't from unhygienic practices, probably another trick to solidify his insane persona.
"I use ah dye" at my confused look he elaborated, "to give my teeth this lovely colour. I dye them."
"How did you know...?" I shook my head. This guy is ridiculously smart, was probably a walk in the park to figure out what I am thinking. Smirking he leaned forward, his intentions obvious. Without thinking I pulled my head back, only his hands holding my waist kept me mobile. Growling he grabbed the back of my neck and brought me forward; his small knife trailing over my throat almost lovingly as he kept me in place.
"You know I have been, ah really nice to you up till this point..t. I suggest you do what the late Uncle Sal said and do what I say." I fought down the anger I felt, knowing it wouldn't do any good for me to attack the murdering bastard.
"Are you going to rape me?" The knife paused in its caressing of my neck, opening my eyes I stared into his pitch black ones. The only word that came to mind when I saw his face was thoughtful, he was thinking about it.
"It's not ah rape if you enjoy it Doll. And. You. Will. Love. It" please that's the same as saying 'it's not rape if you yell surprise. "But ah I promise not to touch you if you give me your mouth right now, no fighting aloud..." at my disbelieving look he elaborated "scouts honour I will not touch you without your express permission if you do not fight me."
"I seriously doubt that you were a scout" my breath brushed against his ever closer mouth, his minty breath chuckled back onto me.
"True but I have killed quite a few, I'm sure." I had already agreed in my head to the Joker's demands. I wouldn't fight him, but that didn't mean I had to participate. The Joker's lips softly tickled mine, almost like he was denying himself to prolong the pleasure. "Even after all this time I remember how you taste, like freedom Tony." Giggling his tongue flicked across my lips, "remind me to change your name." I opened my mouth to protest and he swooped in, taking his opportunity to use my mouth. Whimpering, I felt his tongue wrap around mine roughly. He seemed unable to stop himself as his mouth nipped at mine violently, leaving red marks all over "my lips. Choking back a sob was impossible; he halted at the noise and leaned back a little. "Shhh" I winced as his lips landed on mine again, surprised when he didn't immediately bite me or something. My sore bottom lip was softly caressed with his tongue, before being sucked on. Breathing in I opened my mouth a little, Joker made what I could only describe as a happy noise and slowly touched his tongue to mine again. I felt an unexpected jolt of pleasure at the stroke, caught up in the moment I began kissing the Joker back. Soon we were both lost in our own worlds, mouths working in perfect tandem. Suddenly the van lurched to a stop, gasping my mouth was ripped from Jokers as I nearly slid off the seat; his hands gripping my waist stopped the inevitable pain of hitting the van bottom.
"Boss we're here" the Joker clicked annoyingly in his mouth at the driver's words. I watched in slow motion as he reached for his gun, before I realised what I had done I shoved the gun away seconds before it went off. The driver yelped and jumped out of the van, typical goon he ran away to save his own arse; leaving me alone with a very pissed off Joker.