Thanks for the reviews! N0tthesun: That song does really remind me of Lydia, I never thought of it. She suggested the song 'Always A Woman' by Billy Joel reminds her of Lydia and I have to agree.
This chapter is kind of a filler, a long filler thank god. Expect another chapter possibly by the end of the night to tomorrow for this story. Trying to stay inventive and produce longer chapters. Any suggestions are very much welcomed. It's always interesting to hear suggestions for the story. I'll give credit don't worry. But if no suggestions, you'll get what I have in my brain. Read and Review!
Day turns to night and she still sleeps. He comes to check on her wellbeing, cleaning the blood that her 'savior' has left. The kind eyes lifts the wet cloth, careful not to press too hard. The one with the eternal smile makes no appearance to the house after his love declares the unforgiving words. Instead, the one who she thought suffered a horrible fate by the Joker, is the one who cares for her.
Robert slips in at every hour, just to make sure she is still breathing. He came upon the room in which Joker had his way with Lydia and a pain is sent straight through his heart. The broken fingernails on the ground. The blood, oh the blood. He has yet to clean the room, his attention fully on the broken woman.
He rarely sleeps, afraid Joker will come back and finish what he started. Placing a wet rag to her forehead, he gently washes away the blood. He takes her chin into his hands and begins to clear the blood and red make-up from around her mouth. He hears a noise behind him, indicating someone's presence. The older man turns and discovers the one with the name of Batman at one of the large windows.
"Getting a little slobby, sir?" Robert says to the dark figure.
Bruce doesn't care at the moment who sees him. His eyes travel to the young woman's form, resting underneath the heavy covers.
"He did this to her?" He asks, taking a step closer to the man and Lydia.
Robert looks down at the young woman and nods. He lifts her hand, seeing the broken nails and blood. He begins to rub each one, delicately. "I'm afraid so."
Bruce, or Batman, looks down at the slumbering woman. Sorrow stings at his heart. It's no lie that Bruce cares for her. Ever since the first time he met her, he has always had something for her. The way her delicate fingers would travel across the piano keys. The innocence of life in her eyes. But Joker took her and twisted every part of her being.
Bruce doesn't understand why some girls hold Joker on a high level. Teenage girls find him so… alluring. The danger that comes along with his smile. Joker is not a person of love, compassion, or empathy. He is a murderer. What makes the girls believe that they might be the one person who can change him? What makes them think that he will actually care for them?
So they have sex, in their minds, and then the psychopath spills his heart of how he wants a normal life full of love and happiness? No. The clown is not capable of that at all. Girls find his scares alluring; they find his actions as a cry for attention. Teenage girls say what is under the make-up is who he really is. What is under the make-up is what helps make him who he is today. The scars, no less, were given to him in a violent way; only helping him to become as violent as the actions he commit.
And now Lydia is the one who suffers from all of his 'hurt' and 'need for attention'. The girls who think Joker is someone other than who he really is deserve to be locked in Arkham, not able to run around on the streets. Bruce looks at the woman once more before leaving, vowing silently to track Joker down and make him pay for every speck of blood she lost.
He is at his apartment, dusty and cold. The words… 'Because I love you….' trailing in and out of his mind frame. He sits in a chair, no light is welcomed in the room. Brooding, he places his bare hands on his head, running his fingers through his greasy hair. He begins to rock his body back and forth, feeling the inner folds of his mind begin to collapse in itself. He had it all until he decided to have a side project.
A knock at the door sounds through the room as he stops rocking and looks towards the wooden rectangle. He grunts and opens the door to be greeted by a goon of his.
"Boss, we found some like you asked." He says with a smug look on his face.
"Ah, innocent and subtle…" Joker turns from the door and puts his gloves back on.
The goon walks back to the living room, being followed by his boss. The henchmen were given order to go out and find some little fan girls. To their luck, it wasn't difficult at all. Three girls stand, shaking from nerves, but eyes covered by blindfolds. He makes a movement indicating to place the three into a room and to lock it.
He walks back to his room and locks his door. He stands momentarily, hands on his hips, staring at his bed. He walks and lays down on his back, trying to let sleep come to his mind. Images of explosions, fire and a silhouette against the bright flames.
He feels himself standing there, watching as the figure begins to come towards him. A person walks into their path, the only identification for the man is a bowlers hat and a tie with a large question mark. The figure grabs the 'mystery' man and shoves a blade underneath his jaw. The blade is seen glinting blood red as the mystery man opens his mouth. The blade begins to move around penetrating the tongue, cheeks and anything else in its path.
The man falls to the ground, bleeding from the mouth. Joker watches as the figure continue walking towards him. The flames shine on its face and Lydia is revealed to him. She walks closer and closer until she is directly in front of him. No smile is on her face, scrapes and cuts from the night previous on her face. She runs her hands along his chest and wraps her left hand around the back of his neck.
Joker smiles as he feels the blade touch the same place the other man met his fate. A fire is blazing in her eyes as she begins to add pressure to the blade's tip. It begins to pierce his skin and soon feels the blade rip through his tongue. His blood begins to pour from the wound, down his shirt. She lets her grip go and he falls to the floor, dead.
Opening his eyes, he lazily places a hand to the underside of his jaw. He is unsure if it is a premonition of his fate or just a dream. The look in her eyes almost reminds him of his own. He leans over and takes pills to aid in his quest for sleep and pops them into his mouth. He wants so badly to return to his dreams. His dreams in which Lydia infiltrates them, having her way with the sadist.
She is sitting up in bed, staring at her reflection in the distant mirror. She places a fingertip on the area of lip in which Joker bit the skin off. A shudder resonates through her body, eyes shut taking her back to the night. The way his fingers crept all over her body. The bruises that form along her skin. Moving slightly, she feels an intense pain course through her midsection, the area where the most abuse occurred.
Robert walks in with the requested items. Lydia rejected his offer of pain medicine but gladly accepted his offer of alcohol. He hands her the drink of rum and Dr. Pepper as well as a semi-automatic. She downs the liquid quickly and hands the glass back to him. She pushes a clip in and cocks it, ready to shoot anyone who is not supposed to be in her room or her house.
"How long…?" She asks, setting her arms down to her sides.
"Four days ma'am." He mutters, stepping into the hallway to bring more of her drink to her.
Her eyes glance down under the covers and finds more bruises and blood. She is completely nude and knows Robert never took a glance under the covers. A finger runs over the stitched up area on her inner thigh. She shuts her eyes and remembers the feel of the knife as it sliced through her leg. The soft pricks of a needle and the tension as thread runs through to close it.
She opens her eyes as Robert walks back in with the bottle of rum and four cans of the beverage. She takes the glass, already full, back and drinks most of what is in her glass. She glances down at her nails and discovered they weren't ripped out but severely destroyed.
"Can you… hand me that gown?" She indicates towards the small black gown hanging up.
He hands it to her and she quickly puts it on. Moving the covers back, her butler of sorts gets a glance of her leg. His eyes widen at the torment this woman must have gone through. She places a foot on the floor, followed by another. She struggles to gain her footing, the pain in her body making it all the more harder for her to walk to the bathroom.
"Do you need any help Master Valmont?" he calls to her.
"Please don't call me that. And no, I'll be fine. The pain will pass… I just have to let it." She says shutting the door to the bathroom.
She takes another step but falls to the ground. She grabs the edge of the tub and pulls herself back up. She is still weak, the only substance in her system is the alcohol and the soda. It's a stupid decision but Lydia isn't a fan of food. Grabbing a towel, she runs water over it and begins to clean the blood from her legs.
Am I hopeless? Am I doomed to be the way he makes me? So I have acted out against him and I had to be punished. But he does it out of love, I know it. There is something in his twisted heart that loves me, I know it. He has to love me. These acts are out of love, tough love.
The reaction wasn't quite what he planned. When the blindfolds were taken from the three girls eyes, they all instantly smiled and were quite… happy. It didn't shock him but irritated him slightly. He glances at each one, taking in their appearance.
Girl one is blonde with green eyes. She is about five feet, four inches. She has weight on her but not enough to be considered that unattractive. She has a rather large nose and thin lips. Eyebrows are a bit thick but not overbearing. Her face is round with moles dotting her cheeks.
Girl two is a red head with brown eyes. She is a rather thick girl. Her skin is a bit broken out and he immediately decides to have nothing to do with her.
Girl three is something more of what he likes. She has medium length dark hair. Her eyes are a brown color. Her face isn't too thin but it is pointy. She has a small frame with small breasts. Her legs are long and crossed underneath her. Joker looks at her a bit longer and realizes she looks a lot like Lydia.
A smile comes across his face as he walks closer to her and squats down. The girl stares back at him, a silent thrill running through her body. He flicks a blade out and waves it in front of her face. Her eyes follow it, almost in a trance. He glances over at the other two girls who are watching, a jealous look in their eyes.
He chuckles. "What's your name doll?" He asks, flicking the blade across her cheek.
"Lucy." She replies.
"Lucy in the sky with diamonds…" He mutters, grabbing a lock of the girls hair.
"So you all… hold a special place for me in your hearts! I'm so touched!" He says standing and placing a hand on his chest. "Why exactly is this?"
Girl one is quick to reply. "Because I know that under your make-up you are lonely! You are missing love and you need someone to show you kindness."
"And you think you're the one to do it?" He asks, glancing down at her.
"I think I am fully capable! I'm in love with you and you'll fall in love with me! We can have children now if you want. I'm better than that filthy little harlot you once had. She aban-" Joker quickly smacked the girl across the face.
"Rule number one. You are never to mention her. Her name or anything about her is not to come from your filthy mouth." He growls.
The one known as Lucy glances at the girl who spoke and laughed silently. Joker glances over at her for a moment and begins to walk back to the young and naive girl. "And what about you?" He squats down in front of her.
"I hold you in my heart for several reasons. You being the murdering sociopath I imagine you have been around the block quite a few times. I expect you know everything to do when it comes to pleasuring yourself… and others." A coy smile on her smug face.
"So you have a little special place for me in that slow beating heart for yours because…" He cuts the top of her shirt revealing what little cleavage the girl has, "You believe I can… fuck your brains out." He smiles at her.
"More or less." She replies, arching her back slightly to bring her breasts into better view.
"Uh huh… You want to know how I got these scars?" He asks, coming dangerously close to her.
He watches the girls face change from seduction to fear. He snatches the back of Lucy's neck and places the blade into her mouth.
"You see… there was this girl and me. This girl was just cra-zy. We flirted and chatted. One day things go a little toooo far. Next thing I know, this girl has my little 'joker' in her mouth and I can't exactly do anything to stop it. Well after that things got toooo intense. She would follow me around, call at all hours of the night," The blade cut just a small piece of skin causing a small trickle of blood to come from her mouth, "So I ignore her. I begin seeing another girl, much more beautiful and a little bit more sane. She sees this and decides to corner me, a blade in her hand. She had someone come behind me and hit me in the head… I get woozy and unable to defend myself. I see through parted eyes the glimmer of the blade. She tells me 'You never wanted anything serious. You used me like an object.' Well now all I can do is laugh at her, even though this is a very serious situation. So the blade in her hands finds its way to my mouth, just to keep me from laughing. She slices once, I am still laughing. She slices again, I can't stop myself from laughing still. But you know what is seriously funny…" He stops and looks over at the terrified girls. "She made it to were I don't have to worry about having stalkers ever again."
He slices through both cheeks, hearing a gargle of blood coming from the mangled girl. He begins to laugh as he makes his way to the other girls. He kills the second girl but lifts the first one who was so eager to confess her 'love' for him and drag her from this tiny little room.
Opening the door, Joker throws the girl inside and swiftly locks the door. The girl stumbles and falls to the floor, no laughter coming from him this time. He hooks his foot underneath her body and flips the girl to her back. The girl tries to crawl backwards to escape him but only manages to anger the man even further.
"Why do you move from me? Is this not you imagined it out to be?" He bends down and yanks the girl up from the floor.
"N-no." She stammers out. No actual smile forms from his lips but his scars give him the smile he should trademark.
"No?" His voice in mocking form. "Well… I must work on that. The man of your dreams…" He mutters, pulling even harder on her hair.
She begins to struggle against him, finally realizing nothing good is going to come from this. She feels his arms wrap around her, trapping her against him. He moves hair from her face and begins to place bites against her neck. She struggles even more at his actions. He releases her, letting her own force send her to the ground.
"Now how are we going to be able to 'make love' if you resist me?" He asks, stepping closer.
"I-I don't want to anymore." She scoots further back.
"But you've gotten my hopes high and you back out now?" He flicks his knife out. "If there is anything that saddens me more… Is me getting my hopes up about getting sucked off and then you become a teeease." His eyes were floating around but ends up on the cowering girl.
A sob comes from the girl on the floor as she finally realizes she has been idolizing a psychopath. Laughter finally comes from the psychopath's throat. Leaning down, directly in front of the now hysterical girl, a hand shoots out and grabs the girls jaw. A scream is emitted from the room followed by maniacal
laughter.