Three Days Later
Three nights. Three nights of incessant noise, three nights of begging, pleading, and abuse coming from the Joker's room. Three nights of the continuing three mentioned meant three nights of little to no sleep. Gina could not fathom how this was having an affect not just on her, but all the men and women in the house. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Asshole's going to kill all our eardrums before he kills it, she thought with venom. There was no about that Gina hated one of their 'guests' as boss had put it to her so politely. She was the reason he even became the Joker to begin with…ok 'it' wasn't the reason her brother had taken a dive into the pool of insanity, but 'it' was damn well the cherry on the ironic sundae of sucktastic that seem to constantly follow the Napier family.
She turned over to look at the clock. 5:45 am. They had an important meeting with Maroni in the morning, and he was too busy fucking the brains out of that bimbo while the others, including poor Mike, who had refused to even look at her for the situation at hand. Not that she could blame him. Gina had never asked for this life. She had always dreamed of traveling and going on exciting adventures, but never did she expect that it would lead to a life of gasoline, gunpowder, and explosives.
No, this wasn't what she planned for herself at all. Instead of finishing college, she had to leave due to lack of funds…that was their first crime; blowing up the Financial Aide building of Gotham University as pay back for the nice letter she had received a week before graduation. She sighed and turned on the cheap Hello Kitty lamp on her end table, opening the drawer and searched desperately for her pack of Camels. As soon as she lit the cigarette, she felt somewhat better. Of course at that time, the door had started to open, starling her.
She turned to find the door opening to see the only two people who have not only lasted as long as she had, but the only other two people who seemed to listen to reason in the cesspool of chaos they had been thrown into. She smiled, taking a drag of the cancer-stick slowly as she gestured Gerard and her partner in crime and roommate, den Adel, to take a seat. The meeting was to begin. Another scream from down the hall was heard and the three simultaneously covered their ears. "This has got to stop!" Gerard hissed with frustration.
"Fuckin' right?" Gina's look of distaste continued on from her agreeing statement, her death glare becoming dangerous. There was not much den Adel said before the rubber clown mask with the pink lips had been removed to reveal a woman of 35 with curly dark brown hair, pale grey eyes with a look of pure hatred and anger at the never ending noise. "Does this idiot boss of ours have any idea the consequences of this?! What if someone ends up hearing her screams and calls the cops?!" she cried, her Dutch accent coming on thickly.
"Or worse, the Bat!" Gerard shivered in his sweat pants at the image of another beating from Batman Gina took another drag, silently fearing the exact same thing. It was one thing to spend time in the slammer for six months because of petty theft in the past, but going to Blackgate or, dare she think it, Arkham was absolutely NOT on her bucket list. All three had heard the stories, and all three wanted nothing to do with that place. "He's right," said Gina, "we don't need Batsy coming around where he doesn't belong. We should be fine with potential rats because no one is that stupid and no one has come around this part of town in years. Gordon won't send anyone here; too low for the low lives."
And right she was. The current hideout was an old abandon neighborhood, once known as Gotham Gardens, it was located on the outskirts of the Narrows, and because of the accident that occurred several years ago, not a single soul wanted anything to do with the place. Gina sighed and looked around the room. The sick memories of past wanted to make her projectile vomit. She had never understood why on earth her room had a combination of Hello Kitty and grunge era posters, but that alas, was the way her teenaged mind had worked a long time ago. She looked at all the pictures she had on the dingy white dresser, with a group of teenagers, happy and plastered beyond all imagination. However, we will get back to the picture in question later.
"Gina?" She turned to see the concerned and confused look on den Adel's face. Of course, she didn't expect her to know the full story, Joker had, quite literally, made Gerard and her take a blood oath to never repeat the night that had changed everything for the group of five. Now, Gina and Gerard were quite certain that Joker would never kill them, however, the person who would hold that damnable information wouldn't live to tell about it. With too much blood on their hands already, there were no taking chances with this secret.
"Yeah, den Adel?"
"What exactly is the plan here? Did you not mention something earlier about retrieving a few items for our guests?"
"Yeah," she responded, the need for sleep coming upon her fast, "I did. But honestly, since you two took for-fuckin-ever with whatever the hell you were doing, I just can't even think beyond the lack of sleep and the screaming coming from it."
"Must you call her an 'it'? Gerard asked, already getting annoyed with Gina's hateful attitude, "I don't see the point of you adding your anger toward the chick in this hot mess; Boss has enough anger for the both of us to take out on her, we've already done our work, let her be." Gerard was always the soft type, luckily he toughened up over time; Joker would be damned before letting one of his trusty goons become a little bitch.
"Yes, I must, cuz, cause y'know why?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Because It's the reason we've been forced into this lifestyle! It is the reason we can never stay in one place for too long! It is the reason we have blood on our hands! It is the reason I can't even get a date in this shit hole!"
"But what about the guy you spent a year with? Dr. Crane?" quipped den Adel.
"NO! There's a complete difference between fuck buddies and dating! And quite frankly, if Jackie had found out, we would've lost our doctor and best business partner. Besides, he's a little too crazy for me!"
"Well," started Gerard, "what's the point of this oh so serious meeting you had to make us go to?"
Gina, throwing out the butt of her cigarette, picked up a new one and took another drag, not offering one to either. "Well, dearest cousin, since you want to know so badly, it's about breaking into their places so It and Wilson will have their shit." Taking another drag, she continued, "He's not letting them go anytime soon; he wants his sex toy and Wilson, as we all know from surveillance –"
"Stalking." Gina gave her cousin a quick death glare.
"Well, as I was saying before the Gerard Way wannabe rudely interrupted me, Wilson is great with all that techie stuff, and since Kowalski has been permanently terminated, we need a new one. Fast."
The MCR fan and the sultry European heavily agreed. The Joker knew nothing about him being a renowned business man, and since Mike Wilson had once been a friend, there was no reason to add another life onto their 'list'. Gina, if she remembered to talk to Joker later in her sleep deprived state, would be making sure that one of the two were spared in this stupidity. It would also buy her more time in eventually helping Wilson escape with his life.
"Ok, so, if all we're talking about is assisting the hostages, can I please go back to bed now? Not that I don't like these little meetings we seem to have every month, I'm beat and I have shit to do in the morning like everyone else!"
He didn't even get the pleasure of seeing the angered look on her face; Gina passed out before he could continue on with his rant. Muttering curses, he turned to den Adel, a sultry smile on her face. "Are you just going to sit on the floor, or are you going to come to bed?" Gerard smiled tiredly, with the screaming from the Joker's room finally dying down, forced himself up, pushing back his bright red hair, ready for some alone time with his lover, caring not that his cousin might wake up again to the sound of sex.
Three days. Three days of Hell. Three days of rape. He took her in every sick way possible. Oh, she tried to fight it. She tried to beg for her dignity, she tried to call him by his real name, hoping that a sliver of the man she knew would show up. Tonight prove that the more she called him by his birth name, the angrier he got…
The Night Before
"Jack, stop!" Another punch to the face was her response. It didn't deter her. "This isn't what you want!" No response as he continues to explore her body. Like it or not, Grace's body was singing a completely different tune. The way his rough hands fondled her breasts made her wet beyond anything. The way his scars felt against her skin was amazing so to speak. The way he forced her to suck his pulsating member made her body scream. She had no clothing. He had literally obliterated the expensive gown and her underwear had been thrown to parts unknown.
As the Joker continued to explore, Grace could only look up at the ceiling, trying to imagine being anywhere but here; in a death trap of memories, lust and revenge. She was snapped back to reality when he rolled, and the next thing she knew, she was straddling him. They stayed like this for a few moments just looking into each other's eyes. She didn't need a mirror to see that his makeup was all over her.
"Y'know, Gracie, you've been a little too loud tonight." She looked at him, unsure about what was to happen next. The grim simile on his disfigured face made her stomach drop. He pulled out a knife, only God knew where, and threw her onto her side, laughing as he held her down.
"Let me go! Please for the love of God, let me go!"
"Let me go! Whaaaaaa! Ahhhhh God, get the big, bad Joker awaaaayyyyyyy." He slapped her ass once, for the feel and to get her attention. It didn't shut her up as much as he thought but, he didn't mind the whimpers; it was kind of cute in a way. "Now," he drawled, "you've been quite naughty and very annoying; mostly annoying with the screaming and all the other shit you've been doing." He looked at her with an animalistic grin forming, "So, since you like screaming so much, I thought, why not give her a reason to scream." And with that, he dug the knife in her side, his maniacal laughter filling the room as she screamed. "NO! STOP! PLEASE!ARAHHHHHH!" Nothing she could say or do would make him stop. He continued to do this for another five minutes before he threw the knife into the wall. Grace could only breathe heavily and painfully. The laughing did not stop. Grace felt the tears in her eyes. She also felt violently sick.
"Jack –" She felt a punch on her back, this time only yelping softly in pain.
"Don't…call…me…that. EVER!" She could only nod in compliance as she drifted into unconsciousness, his laughter being the last thing she heard.
They had just gotten done with what felt like 12 hours of rape. She felt numb. Her heart was broken. Who was this man now? She didn't have to put two and two together to know it was her fault that Mike and she were in this situation. The worst part; she had a gut feeling that told her she was the reason for all of this. Why didn't she tell him the truth? Why did she abandon him the way she did? She tried to blame it on her sister, but she knew that she had a brain, and that she could've done something to prevent all of this from happening. She gingerly turned her head to see the time: 9:00 am. She sighed, happy that he would be gone for the whole day.
However, life doesn't go as planned. So when she turned to see the eyes of her rapist staring at her, it was only a normal reaction for her to jump out of surprise, wincing in pain from the little punishment he gave her nights ago. "Good morrrnninngggggg beautiful." His eyes were full of lust and she felt the morning wood on her leg. He roughly pulled her closer to his, chuckling at her reaction. She studied his face; no paint was on, and she saw the shell of the man he used to be. She didn't know what to say. Here she was with her head lying on the chest of her kidnapper, The Clown Prince of Crime. She could only take a shaky breath, not sure if there was any point in talking; he obviously wanted her to remain silent, and after last night, she didn't have the strength.
"Wellll?" She looked at him questioningly, her blue eyes fuddled with confusion and fear.
"Well what?" she rasped.
"Aren't you gonna wish me a good morning as well? Kinda rude not to since I'm letting you and Zits Magee stay here and alllllll."
Grace couldn't even think of a response; partially out of fear of another punch, partially out of fear of death. She sighed, dejectedly looking at him, "Good morning, Joker." He didn't seem to notice the hate and fear mixed together, he just chuckled. "Atta girl, Gracie." Oh, how she hated this. One minutre he was beating her, the next, he was trying to make small talk.
"Gracie, are you afraid?"
"A-afraid? Afraid of what?"
"Why of me, silly girl!" This has to be a trick question, she thought. She bit her lip, think about what would be the right thing to say. "I…I…uhhhhh….well…."
"Spit it the fuck out."
She took a pause, hoping to God that he wasn't going to do anything that would result in anything painful.
"Yes. I am afraid of you." For a moment she thought she saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes, until there was blind rage. He shoved her off the bed, making sure she landed on her bandaged side.
"What did I do to you this time?!" He ignored the question as he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and stormed out, locking the door. No one heard her soft crying.