Hello people's! It is I, your loving master and ruler of all things awsome. First off, I would like to apologise for any words that are smooshed together likethis. I typed thischapter on my laptop and the space bar is a big pain in the ass to use.
Also, in this chapter you will read the names of a couple of medicines. I would like to explain how to pronounce one of these names. Salicylic Collodion. I will assume (even though it makes an ass of u and me) that you can pronounce hesecondpartof this name. The first part however...I know that it lookslike, at first glance, that you would pronounce it Sa-Licy-Lic. I assure you,that's WRONG! But don't worry, that's what I thought was its name at first glance too. However, I believe that you pronounce it Sali-Cy-Lic.
So that was my authors note for this chapter, hope you readers enjoy it and know that I am already writing chapter 3 in my notebook.
And here...we...GO
JackofSpadesJackofKnaves
Joker leaned back, smiling and fighting his giggles. Everything was going according to plan, except, of course, for the bothersome boyfriend, but he had been the appetizer to Ms. Smith's main course.
Keeping her eyes covered Joker took the took the knife from her throat, laying it beside him and taking a very small, but very sharp medical grade scalpel out of his coat's inner breast pocket. As Joker's weight sifted on her lap the girl moaned and tried to buck him off again.
"Now, my dear," Joker cackled. "What did I tell you about behaving?"
He pressed the scalpel into the soft skin of her right cheek, with enough pressure to break the skin but not enough to rip through the soft underlying of muscle. Jacqueline didn't reply, if she did the movement would have caused the sharp instrument to go deeper into her flesh. Joker clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Now you're really not behaving. I'll have to teach you a lesson." With a sudden swipe Joker pulled the scalpel through the soft flesh, not bothering about how deep he went.
The girl screamed when she was cut, and the Joker slammed his right hand over her mouth, uncovering her eyes for the first time. Even in the darkness of winter night there could be no mistaking the sharp curve of Joker's jaw, the wideness of the maniacal grin that was on his features, stretching his ruby red lips to ghoulish proportions, and the green curly hair that had fallen into his face. After a moment of silent, where the Joker wondered whether she was blind or something, Jacqueline's attempts to scream continued.
Joker laughed manically and laughed even harder when the girl's eyes opened so wide it looked like she had no eyelids at all. While he was laughing he placed the blade back onto her streaming face.
"Now (He-He-He!) Girlie. You're (Ha-Ha!) going to (Heh!) behave alright?" The knife was unsteady and kept almost going into her eye. Joker noticed this and he attempted to sooth her. 'Don't (heh) worry about that!" He exclaimed, "It's all about the look. Can't let my buddies down can I?" Her eyes spoke volumes her mouth couldn't. "You know my buddies!' Joker mimed guns. "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bad guy dead! Bang! Bang!" With each 'bang' Joker slammed her head against the headboard. "You get it? Cops! And of course, can't forget ole Batsy! Whoosh!"
Joker threw his arms back, lifting his coat tails in an attempt to mimic Batman's cape. Once his hand cleared her mouth, Jacqueline started to scream for help once more, but the quick return of the knife to her throat silenced her.
"Now." Whispered the Joker menacingly into her ear. "We don't want any of that. We don't want anyone to interrupt our fun do we? I'm going to remove the knife, and if so much as a whimper exits your mouth I will peel the flesh from your skull. Understand?"
Her eyes said it all but she nodded, being careful to limit the amount of flesh that moved on the knife.
"Good." Joker was true to word and removed the scalpel. Jumping off her prone form, he started to rummaged around the small bedroom, looking for a light switch. Joker quickly found one, saying "Let there be light!" as he flicked it.
The lamp on the bed stand came on and the girl flinched as her eyes adjusted to the sudden light. Joker looked around the small bedroom. The bed took up a majority of the small space, but there was still room for a moderately sized dresser, the same one he had taken the ties from. On the dresser sat a home DJ station, and piled around it were records, possibly hundreds of them. Skipping over to the aforementioned dresser and DJ station, Joker read the name of the record that was already on it.
"Hmm…." he mused, placing the stylus on the record once more. "Libera Me by Faust." He started the machine turning and the record began to spin. "Nothing beats begging for mercy in Latin, am I right?" The Joker twisted on his feet to face the bed and Jacqueline, who was attempting to loosen the knots around her writs.
As the music filled the room in a bass solo, Joker walked to the bed and sat down on the edge of it conducting an imaginary orchestra and city choir.
"You know," he said, his eyes closed, still orchestrating the music as the first solo ended and the women's part began. "Many people don't seem to know this, but I'm quite an intellectual." he stopped suddenly and turned to face his prisoner. "Is it the clothes? Must be. But you…" He leaned over, forcing her to face him, his thumb digging into the jagged cut on her cheek. "you like the clothes. Don't deny it, I answered the phone and heard about your little costume. The clothes make the man you know, so if you like this," He waved a hand over his front, "façade, then," He leaned forward until his mouth was at her ear. "you must like me."
Joker smiled as the small body under him shivered. Leaning back he picked up both the serrated knife and scalpel, pondering over them. The Joker finally, after much deliberation and thought, put the serrated knife back down and got in his original position above Jacqueline once more.
"Look at me." he growled. When she didn't, he roared it. "LOOK AT ME." She dare not too. "There, was that so hard?" He stroked the blood caked right side of her face tenderly with his left hand. 'We're going to have to do something with that cut." He said thoughtfully. "Can't have you with some meaningless scar upon that pretty face can we? Nope…" He thought a few more seconds, continuing to stroke her tear streaked bloody face.
Then, with out any warning, he switched the scalpel to his dominate hand, twisted her head to the right to get better aim at her already wounded cheek, and sliced into her cheek once more. This time Jacqueline did scream, first from the surprise, but as the pain of having a scalpel forced all the way through her tender cheek and the underlying muscle down into a curve hit her, she screamed harder and louder then anytime before in her life.
As her screams dissolved into tears and hiccupy sobs, Joker admired his handy work. AJ was now artfully carved into her cheek, the blood mixing with her tears and dripping down onto her heaving chest.
"There there," mocked the Joker, gently patting her wounded cheek. Jacqueline started sobbing harder and pulling away as his long bony fingers accidentally went into the wound.
Joker sighed, then got up and exited the room. When he returned, Jacqueline's sobs had quieted. But she still flinched as he sat back down on the bed, holding the small first aid kit that Jacqueline kept in the bathroom. As he opened the case and started to clean the girl up said, quietly, " You know, you should be thankful to me."
Jacqueline didn't say anything, but her eyes flashed in anger. The Joker nodded, his green curls bouncing in his face. "It's true. Now, instead of a hideous scar upon that beautifully sculpted face, you have a work of art!" He turned back to the kit and pulled out a needle and thin black thread.
Being careful to even small stitches, Joker pulled the two jagged edges of the wound together. Jacqueline hissed in pain and tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she held back. "And think about it," he continued, "if you survive this, which I expect you to, you'll have a conversation piece." He knotted the end of the tread and cut it with the small silver scissors that were also in the case. "So, Jack, really, I gave you a blessing."
"My name is Jacqueline." She said through clenched teeth, her eyes shut tightly against opening.
Joker clucked his tongue in disapproval. "Now Jack," He placed the kit on the nightstand beside the scalpel. "Don't be disagreeable." He stared into space. "We both know that under that pretty little façade of manners and good moral virtues of Ms. Jacqueline Smith, lies someone much more interesting. And don't say I'm wrong my dear, I've read your file."
Jacqueline's eyes snapped open as the Joker pulled a manila folder from an inside pocket of his snappy purple blazer.
"Let's see…"He flicked through it. "6 charges of physical assault, 5 charges arson, later dropped, 13 charges grand theft, 4 charge grand theft auto, and ooo…! 2 counts manslaughter!" He shook his finger in disapproval but the massive grin on his face said other wise.
He returned his gaze to the folder. "When you had a court assigned psychologist evaluate you because you pled insanity, you were found to suffer from delusions, paranoia, psychosis, multiple personality disorder and several other mental problems. It was under the other personality that you committed your crimes, so you were allowed to go to a shrink and get all better." Joker sauntered to the bed and sat down, continuing to read from the folder. "Your other personality was first documented at the tender age of 5, when you were found smashing frogs with hammers. When asked about it later, you said you didn't remember doing it. The other personality was kept under control, as well as your other, shall we say, problems, with a variety of medications, including Risperidone, Phenylephrine, Salicylic Collodion, Selenium, and Promethazine." He whistled, thumbing through the 7 pages of meds, each page holding 5-7 different types of medications and what they treated. "That's a lot of medication. Hell, that's even more then what I'm on! That is, more then what I'm on between the time I'm captured and the time I escape." The mad man closed the folder and placed it back in the pocket he had taken it from. " Well, Jack, you are one messed up S.O.B."
Jacqueline stared at the man before her with a passion and hatred that she had never felt before. When she spoke it was through gritted teeth, both from anger and the fact that if she moved her jaw the stitches leaked. Never the less they did, and Jacqueline could feel blood dripping from her cheek once more as well as going into her mouth.
"As I've said before. My name is Jacqueline. That is the name on my birth certificate, on my student I.D. from college and it's on my lease."
Joker wasn't listening, to busy looking through her record collection. He had grown tired of listening to Latin songs, even if they were about the pain of death and hell. He was intrigued by the number of classical and old jazz and blues records she held, many of them looked like original pressing. One record caught his eye however and he smiled. Placing the record onto the box on the turntable and starting it, Joker skipped back to the bed and plopped down on it, just as the Best of Depeche Mode come on.
"I' tell ya what." Joker said, taking a deck of cards from his pocket and shuffling them. "Let's play a game. You win, I stop my fun, call the cops, go quietly with them back to Arkham and you will never see me again. But if I win," He turned his green eyed stare to Jacqueline, who held his gaze. "I get to do whatever I want to you, then leave without telling a soul. And who knows how long before someone finds you." He dealt the cards into 4 facedown piles. "Game on?"
Jacqueline thought for a moment before sighing. What other choice did she have?
"Game on."
"Oh joy!" Joker cried gleefully. "Now," he picked up one of the small piles of cards and shuffled it. "In this deck there are four jokers. If you choose one of these jokers, you win. Any other card, I win. To make it easier, you'll pick one card from each of these piles, then pick one of the four." He fanned the cards out between his fingers, backs to Jacqueline, and held it up to her right hand. "Got it?"
Jacqueline nodded and picked a card at random. She did that to the other piles as well, knowing that her chance at picking the jokers needed were slim to none. Joker looked at the cards she had picked and giggled. 'It would appear that you have picked 4 of a kind!" He shrugged. "they might be all 4 jokers or they might not be." He held the cards up to her mouth this time. "To late to back down now I'm afraid. Choose."
So Jacqueline did, taking the card into her mouth and spitting it out quickly. It landed face up and the Joker started laughing manically and her horror. It was a Jack of Spades.
Joker dropped the other cards and stood up, scattering the remainder of the cards, which were all Jack of Spades, except for the promised 4 jokers, reading from her file once more.
"The other personality only appears to be brought out when Jacqueline sees a Jack of Spades from a normal deck of cards. The personality is extremely dangerous, suffering from sudden bi-polar like emotion changes, and seems to have no morals what so ever, only wanting to please herself. Jack, as the other personality is requesting to be called even though questions have revealed that the personality is in fact a female, also has an obsession with the equally mentally disturbed man Joker, who suffers from many of the same illnesses. All of this knowledge is unknown by Jacqueline."
Joker finished reading from the psychologist's evaluation. "Would you happen to agree with all this Jacqueline?"
Jacqueline didn't look up, still transfixed by the card. Joker sighed in frustration, then snatched the card out of her view. With the card gone Jacqueline looked up, hissing in anger. It stopped when her eyes fell upon the Joker.
"Oh…Joker." she sighed, her body going boneless. She tried to reach out to him, but the now blood spattered restraints held. She looked from the silk restraints (which were starting to wear away her skin from her constant moving) to the Joker, who stood smiling over her, to her bloodied torso, sighing with glee.
Joker smiled wider and stepped forward, grabbing the almost forgotten scalpel off the side table. He climbed on top of her and ran the sharp steel over the crude stitches on her face. She hissed in pleasure soaked pain, arching her back.
"You like that?" Joker asked rhetorically, ghosting the medical tool down her neck and between her breasts with enough weight behind it to cut slightly into the skin.
Jacqueline panted. "Y-Yes."
"Hmm…." Joker tapped his chin, trying to decide something. He looked up at the girl. "One or two?"
"What?"
"That'll do."
He plunged the scalpel into the spongy tissue of her right breast. Jacqueline screamed as the Joker used quick hard strokes to cut a design into her skin, arching her back almost top , breaking point with the sensory overload of pleasure and pain.
When Joker was done blood was streaming like a waterfall all down her front, ruining her bra and panties to beyond any type of cleaning and Jacqueline was a crying/panting/begging for more mess.
"More huh?" Joker twirled the scalpel between his long fingers.
"P-p-please!" She begged.
Joker shrugged. "I could never refuse a lady." then he smiled nastily and continued the cut he had made between her breast down to her navel. Jacqueline passed out in the throes of the largest orgasm she had ever felt.
JackofSpadesJackofKnaves
It was the smell that as the breaking straw on Mrs. Freed's back. She had put up with the bizarre banging's and the screaming from a few night's ago, but if she couldn't handle the smell, then she supposed that she shouldn't expect her tenants to either. As she entered the apartment with the small skeleton key she kept with her at all times she had enough time to wonder what unearthly thing to be making the smell, before she started to scream
JackofSpadesJackofKnaves
Jacqueline woke up to the sound of a heart monitor's gentle beeping and the slow steady drip of an I.V. She didn't open her eyes straight away, enjoying the peace and quiet and the murmurings that were coming from under her door. Her peace was shattered when the door was thrown open with a bang.
How come got an in entire freakin' Fortress of Solitude, she thought annoyed as what sounded like three sets of footsteps came into the room, and I can't get a freakin' hospital room?
The footsteps stopped to the right of her bed. "Are you sure this can't wait until she wakes up naturally?" sounded like a male orderly to Jacqueline, or perhaps nurse. Definitely not a doctor.
"Yes." A second voice stated simply, sounding vaguely familiar to her. "We need to know for certain who did this to her."
The orderly sighed, then leaned over to mess with her I.V. drip. Before he could get there though, Jacqueline feigned waking.
"Was wit all da bangin'?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, pretending to be confused.
The orderly retreated back.. "Well, she's awake and I guess you guys won't be needing me so I'll just go then…" he ran out of the room.
"What's his malfunction?" she voiced, looking at her two remaining visitors. "Oh!"
Commissioner Gordon smiled at the girl as Batman just seemed to stare at her. " Hello Ms. Smith, me and my companion were wonder whether we could talk to you."
"Of course, exclaimed Jacqueline, "please, pull up a chair if you need to. And please," she smiled, feeling a pulling and tearing sensation in her right cheek, "call me Jack."
