Hey guys, I've had a lot of readers, but only three reviews :(
Oh well /

So here is the 4th chapter to my story
Caution: This chapter has a sex scene!!

Ready??

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Chap 4

Scarlett sat back down and thought. About a lot of things. But most of all, how much she would miss Bruce. He had been so much to her, and she to him. Well at least the Joker promised not to hurt him.

The Joker…

Scarlett smiled a little.

Joker POV:

She was Bruce's girl. Batman's girl. Which only made it that more fun. She was intriguing, and strikingly beautiful. And she still had no clue of the part she was to play. Neither did the Joker, really, but he never did make plans. And that worked the best for him. The Joker wanted Batman back, but not to kill him.

Oh no.

Only to drive him over the edge. To make him break his rule. That was his mission now. To watch the Batman finally be driven mad. To kill someone. That would be funny. But in order to do it correctly, he had to do it slowly. Starting with breaking his heart.

After a while, Scarlett began to get very bored watching TV, so she ventured into the kitchen. She walked over to the fridge. She was greeted with an awful smell. So she closed the door and walked over to the cupboards to find something to eat, and was surprised to find various kinds of liquor. Bottles of wine, champagne, rum, vodka...and...Tequila.

Her favorite. Her mouth began to water. A little voice in her head screamed at her as her hand reached out towards the bottle. She read the label. This was a high proof. Only a few shots and you'd be gone...

That night, the Joker came back to his hideout and went to his room to find Scarlett lying in his bed, belly down, covered up with a sheet. She had a bottle of Tequila clutched in her hand, nearly empty. Perfect, she had fallen right for it.

Then he noticed that her clothes were lying next to the bed. The only clothes she had here.

That must mean that she's naked. He stared for a moment. Then he pulled himself out of it. He tiptoed over to the TV, and hid a camcorder slightly behind a decoration. He adjusted it so it would face right towards the bed, and turned it on. He smiled, and stifled back a laugh. The Joker walked over to Scarlett, and kissed her neck. She blinked her eyes and looked up at him. Then she smiled drunkily.

"Oh, hi. Soory I drank all your tequila..." she hiccupped.

He looked down at her, "Oh, I think you may have to make it up to me." and an evil grin came over his face. He kissed her neck as his hands flew over her body. She smiled, and pushed his face away. His smile grew larger. He leaned back into her, hovering over her ear, "You know you want to, Scarlett. I've seen the way you've looked at me."

She looked at him, still very out of it, "I-I don't. I can't remember."

He snaked his hand around her neck and pulled her face in and kissed her again. Softly. Then he pulled away. He could see some of his lipstick had smudged onto her face. He chuckled.

"Quit lying to yourself, babe..." he whispered as he licked his lips and kissed her again. He forced his tongue into her mouth. He could vividly taste the alcohol. She still just laid there. Doing nothing. His fingers grazed down her back, back up and slid to her front.

"Hey, cut it out…"she moaned, her eyes closed. He pulled the sheet up and pulled his switchblade out. He cut two long portions off. Scarlett opened her eyes and gazed at him, obviously confused. He grinned widely, flashing his yellow teeth. He flipped her over so she was facing him, and straddled her. He saw her breasts for a few moments, until she pulled the sheet up to cover them. Her hand touched his face, briefly, softly, a plea.

He smiled sweetly as her took her hand in his and tied it to the headboard. The Joker pulled her other hand up, and tied it easily. By this time, the drunken Scarlett was beginning to see what was happening.

"No, please…" she breathed. He leaned in and kissed her lips.

"What those lips could do…" he thought, and licked his own. He got off her for a moment to pull down his pants, and his purple underwear.

Heh.

Scarlett looked at him, and shook her head, "No…" She whispered.

He smiled, and nodded. He pulled the sheets off of her body and she felt very vulnerable.

At that moment he had to laugh. She was so pathetic. So drunk. Lying there; helpless.

Batman couldn't save her now! Hee hee!

He began to laugh louder as he pushed himself into her. She whimpered. He laid his hands on her breasts, and massaged them, as his thrusts became a little faster. She began to cry a bit, "Please stop…" She tried to pull her hands out of the handcuffs he had made her. It was a useless attempt. Then, she moaned.

She was…enjoying it! Ha!

Her body took over at that point. Moaning, and twisting her head. But she was still crying.

He loved every minute of it. His thrusts became deeper and harder, and could feel her convulsing around him. He could feel himself on the edge. And she was too. He pulled out, and then pushed back in real slowly. They both moaned very loudly.

Then she passed out. He got off her, and laid next to her on the bed.

He ran his hand over her flat little stomach, and realized that she had her belly button pierced; then ran his thumb over the shiny stone. He looked back up to her face. Her delicate eyes were closed, she had his lipstick smeared on her lips, and her hair in disarray.

God she was beautiful. Then he remembered the whole point of this. He got up slowly, and grabbed the camcorder; the one that had taped the whole thing. The Joker walked back to the bed, and pointed it directly at her face. She was still sleeping. He began to laugh.

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This chapter was hard to write and phrase correctly, but hey I tried.
Oh, and no the Joker doesn't know about her disease.