Thank you to all of the people who have reviewed. I have really enjoyed writing her character, and can't wait to write her when she's broken. As a little warning, it gets a little intense in this one. Thank you all again.
She knew something was horribly wrong when she saw one of his guys dragging a young child behind him. The Joker giggled with glee when he saw the shock on her face.
"Do you like your present? I got it just for you." He kept giggling as he handed her a gun.
"I won't kill him."
"Yes princess you will, or I'll kill you."
"And I still wouldn't have killed him." She didn't know what he'd do for her disobedience. She'd done everything he'd told her to without blinking, including undressing in front of him last night. But she wouldn't do this.
He stepped close to her, close enough to touch and looked at her with angry eyes. He didn't think she'd give her life for this random kid, all he had to do was push her.
"I commend you for sticking to your guns, but I don't think you mean it." And then he pressed the gun in her hand.
"Go ahead, prove me wrong." It was a dare, one she didn't know if she could accept. She saw the little boy, no older than eight staring at her crying. She could feel the heat from the Joker's chest on her back. She knew she had to make a choice; one would keep her alive but would destroy her, the other would get her killed but she wouldn't lose herself.
If she had learned anything while she was here, it was that the Joker was trying to prove something. That people were really ugly inside and did not deserve life. She thought that was why she was still breathing. But how to get out of this.
His breath tickled her neck as she made her choice. The gun became heavier each second as she aimed it at the young boy.
"I told you so princess." He giggled in her ear as she took the safety off. The young boy's eyes widened and did as she mouthed to him: he turned and ran. Before the Joker could react she whipped around and held the gun under his chin. It was his turn to look shocked. No one in the room moved as they waited for what the Joker would do.
She couldn't tell what the look in his eyes was. She put the safety back on and put the gun down. She refused to look scared, but oddly enough she wasn't scared at all. She felt a little numb, waiting for him to kill her. He took the gun and threw it across the room. He roughly grabbed her arm and started pulling her towards a room. He threw her to the ground and slammed the door. He was on top of her before she could blink. He had her pinned by her wrists and was straddling her waist. The look in his eyes was dark, and she knew she was in danger.
He was squishing her hips painfully and she slowly moved them, but stopped when she saw the look in his eyes change. They were darker, so was his laugh. He shifted his hips to settle between hers and leaned his face down to hover over hers. He spread his legs between hers making her legs widen. She felt him grow hard as he settled against her. He giggled deeply as he started rubbing against her. Because she was wearing soft pants she felt everything against her most intimate part.
His grip on her wrists tightened as he thrust against her faster. He spread his legs further causing her to open hers wider, and bit back a moan at how much she could feel him against her. He was no longer laughing, and she could feel his hot breath against her neck where he had buried his head.
He released one of her wrists and put his arm under her hips angling hers up to fully meet his causing both of them to gasp. With one hand still gripping her wrist tight he thrust against her harder. She brought her legs up and heard him growl. The look in his eyes was dark and dangerous. As his pace increased he rested his forehead on hers, staring into her eyes. With her free hand she gently ran her fingertips over one of the scars on his cheeks. She then ran her fingers over his lips, and watched as his tongue snaked out to lick her. She lifted her head and softly pressed her lips against his.
He pressed himself against her as close as he could get. Her head was on the floor and his lips were pressed roughly against her own. He growled as she pulled his hair, nearly ripping it out. As her tongue found his, she felt his whole body quiver with his release. He thrusted as hard as he could against her as he came. She never noticed when his hips stopped moving, she only noticed the battle their tongues were waging.
And then he was gone and she heard the door slam. She was left lying on the ground gasping for air covered in his make up. She curled herself into a ball and started crying. For what she had just done. For the sweet, innocent girl she could never be again. For this stranger she'd become. And for a man with a half-crazed giggle, dressed like a clown who she couldn't bring herself to hate. But mostly because she could no longer tell what was right and what was wrong.