Sorry if this chapter is a little short. I'm not my usual flamboyant self today, and I had a bit of trouble writing. I know there are errors here, and in previous chapters, and I really try and fix them. I type pretty fast, and I usally don't look at the keys. If something is bothering the hell out of you, just let me know and I'll fix it. Reviews are greatly appreciated!

We got home at bout 4:40. Bear went into the house and came out with the young skinny guy that he had sent up to The Joker's room before. "You know Twigs, right?" Bear asked me. "Yeah," I said slowly, making a face at Bear. He started to smile, then turned to Twigs. "Get the bags in the back seat, and bring 'em in by the stairs," Bear instructed him. Twigs nodded, and went into the backseat. Bear brought in all of the groceries, and put them on the kitchen counter. "I'll go bring those upstairs for ya," he said, pointing to the living room. I nodded, and started taking the groceries out of their bags. I didn't know exactly when The Joker would be back, but I began to cook, seeing as how it was almost dinner time, and he'd be hungry as soon as he got here.

As if he had read my mind, Bear came back into the kitchen. "Just talked to boss. Says he'll be about an hour and a half." "Kay," I said, browsing through the spice rack. "Need any help?" Bear asked. "Nah, I got it. Thanks, though. Thanks for today, too," I said, smiling at him. "No, problem, doll, and a aaa-nytime you wanna go shopping again, just let me know," he said smiling brightly, then walked into the living room. I put the chicken into the oven after seasoning it, and started to work on the mashed potatoes and other various things. At 5:45, I was nearly done with everything. I put a few plates of breadsticks on the table, and some of the boys came in the kitchen and sat down. Bear walked in, and came to sit next to me at the bar. "So, which one is Ace?" I asked him.

I hadn't had any real excitement all day so I decided to fulfill my adrenaline withdrawal right now.

"The one in the red shirt; blondie," he mumbled to me. "Think anyone would miss him?" I asked, feeling a bit mischievous. "Nah," Bear said, making a face. "He's too fuckin' young. Doesn't take his work seriously." "Just like Twigs?" I spat at him. He looked away and chuckled. "They dared me to do it," he mumbled. I gave him a look and snorted. I looked back over to the table and identified Ace. He was laughing and talking to the other henchmen, until he finally looked over to see me staring at him, twirling my hair, like a high school girl with a crush. He immediately looked away, then glanced back to see if I was still staring. I was. He pretended to not notice me for a bit, but looked again. I winked at him. I heard Bear chuckling nearby.

I got up and walked into the living room, then to the bathroom connected to it. I felt like I was being followed, and that was the exact plan. I sat up on the bathroom counter and crossed my legs. Sure enough, the bathroom door opened, and in came Ace. He closed the door behind him, not turning around. He grabbed me by the waist with both hands, pulled me off the counter and pushed me into the wall with his body. He went to kiss me and I stopped him. "You should know that like it rough," I purred. He grinned, grabbing my hair and pushing me into the wall even more. He put a hand over my mouth. I started to whimper, and he pinned both of my wrists in front of me with his other hand. "Yeah, you like that?" he growled. He removed his hand from my hair and unzipped his pants, taking out his junk. Let me tell you, I was not impressed. "You dirty little fuckin' whore," was the last thing he said before being impaled in the liver and buckling to the floor.

"Now, that's not very uh, nice," The Joker hissed down at Ace, who was on the floor, bleeding all over the place, with his dick still out. I ran over to The Joker and wrapped my hands around his waist. He glanced down at me, stroking my hair, then crouched down to the floor, next to Ace. The Joker inspected his knife, twirling it around in his hand. He looked back up at me. "Did this maggot hurt you?" he said in a much more adoring tone. I grabbed my wrist and nodded. He turned back to Ace. "She was beggin' for it, boss! She wanted it!" Ace bellowed, holding the gushing wound on his stomach. "A-ta-ta! I don't like liars, Ace. And I most certainly don't like to share -his eyes flutter and he licks his lips- I think you need to be taught a lesson-ah," The Joker growled, grabbing Ace behind the head, bringing the knife to his mouth. "What do you think?" The Joker asked, looking back at me. "Well, he did say some very, very nasty things about me." "Is that so?" The Joker hissed down at Ace, who was now trembling and clenching his gut.

"Tell me something, Ace," The Joker said before licking his lips. "What makes you think a girl like this would ever waste her time on a chump like you? Hm?" The Joker instigated. "Wouldn't put it past her if she's fuckin' a freak," Ace spat at him. The Joker's knife was now inside of Ace's mouth. Ace's eyes popped out as he gagged on the blade. "Well, ah, I didn't hear any complaints," The Joker said, then screeched with laughter as he watched Ace struggle to breathe. The Joker looked back, and down at my feet. "Care to ah, give me a hand here, beautiful?" he said, still laughing.

I walked over to them and stood over Ace's hemorrhaging body. The sight of him sickened me, but it wasn't pity. It was utter disgust. I brought my foot up and stomped down, hitting him square in the nuts, digging my heel in. He choked and shrieked in pain. "Ah, that wasn't so bad. Not much to step on down there," I affronted, laughing evilly. He tried to kick me, but I swiftly moved past him and The Joker and sat atop the bathroom counter, crossing my legs again. The Joker straddled Ace, still holding the knife in his mouth. "Ah, ah, ah! No kicking!" he said, pulling the blade out of Ace's mouth and stabbing him repeatedly in the lower stomach. Ace now began puking blood. "Now," The Joker said, licking his lips, "I'd like to continue, but ah, I'm kinda hungry," he said, as if he were ending a normal conversation.

Before I could blink, Ace's throat was sliced, blood spewing out and his eyes stared blankly indicating his death. The Joker laughed menacingly, wiped the blade of his knife on Ace's shirt, and put it back into his coat. He stood up brushing off his shoulders, and exited the bathroom. I hopped off the counter and followed behind him, striding with excitement and admiration to what I had just witnessed. "Clean that up," The Joker muttered to a few of his henchmen standing outside the doorway. He walked into the kitchen at sat down at the table as if nothing had happened, but he had a look on his face that made all of his henchmen scatter and leave the room, except for Bear.

"That stupid fuck," Bear murmured. I walked over to The Joker. "Thanks, you came just in time," I whispered in his ear. "Tiffany. I'm starving." he growled. I walked over to the stove, made him a plate and brought it to him. I went back, and did the same for Bear. He thanked me as I brought it to him. I made myself a plate and sat down with them. I didn't look up at The Joker. I could tell he was in a bad mood and I didn't want to push it. "Where was your pistol when that idiot followed you in the bathroom?" The Joker said, slightly agitated. "Well, um. It's upstairs, but, - I pulled the Cupid out of my pocket- who needs a gun when I have this baby?" The Joker's eyes lit up when he saw the blade pop out. He held out his hand and I put the knife into it. He inspected it with admiration and handed it back to me chuckling.

"I see you had fun shopping today," he said, taking a bite of his food. "Mhmm," I sing-songed.

"And that's not all I bought." He eyed me, then took another bite. "Is everything set up?" The Joker asked Bear. "Yeah, I got Twigs and Buck to load all that shit earlier," Bear replied. "The bitch is still at the aunt's house, too." "Per-fect," The Joker said, still chewing. "Oh," The Joker said, reaching into his coat pocket and handing me a phone. "Use it when you need it, but do not call out to any other numbers, other than what's in the phone," he said sternly. "Okay," I said, putting the phone down on the table. "We're leaving in about an hour so ah, be ready," he said to Bear.

After doing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen, I walked into the living room and went upstairs. I went into The Joker's bedroom to find him and bear talking. "Sorry," I mumbled, and went to close the door. "Come in here," The Joker said, walking towards me. I thought for sure that Bear had told him about the little stunt I pulled with Ace, but The Joker pulled me in to him, and kissed me deeply. "Did my little kitten miss me?" he cooed into my ear. "Yeah," I said, putting my hands on his chest. He licked his lips. "Why don't you, ah, show me what you bought today?" he said, looking back at Bear, nodding towards the door, indicating that he needed to go. Bear got up and left, a smile creeping on his face.

The Joker took off his coat, hung it on the chair and sat on the bed to take off his shoes. I went into the bathroom, grabbing the Victoria's Secret bag. I came out a minute later, wearing only the lingerie and perfume I had bought. The Joker's eyes widened when he saw me. He licked his lips and layed back on the bed, putting his hands behind his head. I slowly walked over to him. He chuckled, looking me up and down. I stood in front of him, running a hand through my hair. "Like?" I said, spinning around. "Come here," he commanded. I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. He looked up at me, grabbing my waist. He brought his hands up to cup my breasts. I leaned down to kiss him and his hands slid down to my bottom. He looked at me like he wanted to tell me something, then grabbed my waist to flip me over and got on top of me. He untied the bow on my lingerie top, revealing my breasts. "Mmm," he growled, nuzzling my neck.

He trailed down my neck, kissing my softly, then bit down hard. I let out a cry of pleasure and he laughed a little. His mouth moved down, and he took one of my nipples between his teeth. I was now squirming with excitement. I brought my hands to his head, and tugged at his hair a little. His mouth came back up to mine. "We gotta get going if you wanna finish off that little tramp," he whispered, while his hands moved down my body. "Well stop teasing me then," I said. He buried his face in my neck and groaned. "I can't," he mumbled, then looked up at me, but not into my eyes. He was watching my lips as I spoke. "Do we have to leave right now?" I asked, making a cheerless face. "Afraid so, doll," he said, stroking my mouth with his thumb. "That doesn't mean I won't fuck you senseless once we get back home," he growled.

He got off of me and sat up on the edge of the bed, putting his shoes back on. I got up and went over to my shopping bags lying on the floor. I pulled out a black silk bustier shirt I had bought, a mini skirt, and a black lacy thong. I had also bought a new pair of heels. Black stilettos. I wanted to look superior for tonight. I went into the bathroom, got dressed, put on a little makeup and fluffed my hair, then stepped out into the bedroom. The Joker, who had now put on his coat, was playing with his switchblade. I went to the pocket of my jeans laying on the floor from earlier, and pulled out my own knife. The Joker saw me and lowered his head, smiling. "You intend on putting that thing to use tonight?" he asked. "I most certainly do," I said, undoing the first 3 hooks on my top, allowing my cleavage to be seen. He walked up to me, knife still in his right hand and ran his left hand through my hair. "You look del-i-cious," he purred into my ear. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't keep you here and fuck every hole in your body," he growled, tracing my lower lip with the blade of his knife. "Because I've got to get this out of the way, and if we stay here, it'll never get done," I purred into his ear, then traced it with my tongue. "Good point," he said, then hooted with laughter.

We advanced into the living room, where about 10 of his henchmen were waiting. "All set, boss," one of them said to The Joker. The Joker instructed 2 of them to ride with us, and the rest of them to go in the van, where all the equipment was. We headed to the garage and piled into the vehicles. We drove to a town about 3 and a half hours from Gotham, and into a neighborhood where all the wealthy people lived. I had guessed this was where Samantha had came to stay with her aunt and uncle. It had gotten dark, but you could still make out the big brick homes and overly-groomed lawns.

We parked in the parking lot of a flower shop, which was closed. The Joker took a cell phone out of his pocket and began talking.

"Yeah. Make it fast and quiet, "he barked into the phone, then hung up. I looked at him, curious as to what the plan was. He squirmed impatiently in his seat and kept looking at his watch. I took out my Cupid and started playing with it. He looked at me and chuckled. "I see I've had some influence over you, my dear." "Just thought I'd try something new," I shrugged. "You even know how to use that thing?" he said laughing. "We'll see in a bit," I said grinning. The Joker's phone rang and he answered it swiftly. "Okay, give us a little while and don't let anyone see you!" he commanded. He put the phone back into his coat and motioned for the two guys in the backseat to get out. We followed right behind them, making our way to the back door of a rather extravagant house, only 2 houses away from the flower shop, where we'd parked.

We got to our destination, unseen, and The Joker turned to face me. "I'll go in first. Give me a minute," he said to me. "To do what?!" I asked, anxious to get in there and get the job done. "Just listen to me!" he growled and began picking the lock. He succeeded and in less than a minute we were inside the giant home. "Just listen by the door, and you'll know when to come in," The Joker said to me. His henchmen stayed outside to be lookouts.

I followed him up the stairs, and down a hallway and he stopped in front of a bedroom door. He put a finger over his lips, indicating for me to stay quiet. He went into the room, and from where I was standing outside the door, I could hear a muffled scream.

"Well, what's wrong?" The Joker said, laughing. "Not too happy to see me? My feelings are hurt," he mocked. I peeked into the crack in the door and saw him rip the duct tape off the girl's mouth, then put his knife up to her face. She was sitting in a chair, her wrists and ankles bound by duct tape, struggling to be free. She was also bound to the chair by the tape. "Please!," she sobbed, "Don't kill me! I-I'll do anything!" The Joker stared at the girl smiling like a madman. "Anything?" The Joker purred, getting closer to the girl. "Well, Samantha, what are you willing to do to save yourself?" The girl looked surprised for a minute, then she brought her bound hands up to the zipper of his pants. I clenched my teeth together and balled up my fists. The Joker simply kept his hands at his sides and looked down at the girl with that stupid smile plastered on his face.

I got fed up, pulled out my Cupid and kicked the door all the way open, making it bang against the wall noisily. Their attention turned to me. Samantha looked like she had saw a ghost, and The Joker hooted like a chimp. He slapped his hand away from him. "You really thought I'd let you blow me?!" he said before continuing to laugh crazily. I walked over to the bitch and put both of my hands on the arm of the chair and leaned over her. "Hey, sis, long time no see," I said smiling. "You're NOT my sister! You killed my parents you psycho bitch !" she spat at me. I backhanded her across the face. "You listen here, you little tramp," I growled into her face, "Your dad was a piece of shit, and so was your mom for putting up with him." "The police are gonna come and take your ass back to Arkham to rot!" she screamed. "You didn't hesitate to almost suck his dick," I said to her in a sinister voice. The Joker chuckled. "Not a very smooth move, Samantha, you see because that belongs to me. You just can't seem to stop doing stupid things, can you?" "Fuck you!" she yelled into my face. I brought the blade of my knife up to her throat and cut her a little. She shrieked as if I had sliced her open, which made me laugh. The Joker stood behind me, studying my every move.

"You're sick! Both of you!" she sobbed. I looked at her and smiled. "Thanks," I said. She brought her bound hands up and tried hitting me in the face. "Oh, feisty one!" The Joker exclaimed. I caught her arms and sliced one of them slowly. "Not very smart at all," I said to her. She continued to try to break my grasp. I brought my knife to her other arm, slicing it open slowly in a downward manner. Blood began to pour out and she screamed as soon as she saw it. Getting tired of her annoying teenage voice, I put the tape back over her mouth.

"Did you really think that I wouldn't come after you?" I said, cutting the tape that was keeping her in the chair. I pulled her up by the hair and threw her on the bed face down. With my knife, I sliced the back of her shirt open. She tried to pull the tape off of her mouth, but I quickly seized one of her hands and severed her pinky finger. Her muffled cries were now shrilling. Blood rushed out of her hand, and all over the comforter of the bed. "Tell me something, Samantha, did your daddy touch you?" I said, grabbing her by the hair and turning her head to face me. Her eyes widened and she shook her head to try to get me to release her. "You liked it didn't you, Samantha? You liked it when he came into your bedroom at night and fucked you while your mother was sleeping," I instigated. She tried to claw at me, which resulted in her losing another finger.

"You'd fuck anything that's willing," I continued. "Well, you're not gonna be around much longer to do that anymore." I threw her face first into the bed and went behind her, straddling her and pinning her back down with one elbow. The Joker watched from where he was standing. I brought the blade to her trembling back and began to cut. Her shrilling got even louder and it excited me. I wanted to hear her screams, but I couldn't risk any of the neighbors hearing.

I got back up, admiring my work. The words 'Don't fuck with me' were cut in big, capitol letters across her back. I flipped her over and stared menacingly into her eyes. "Tell your mom and dad I said hello," I said calmly, before gouging her stomach repeatedly with the blade. Blood spattered all over me, but I didn't care. Samantha began choking, on what I guess was a mixture of vomit and blood, but I didn't remove the tape. I'd let the bitch drown in it. I pushed her onto the floor carelessly, then bent down on top of her. She was still alive, but barely. I muttered an obscenity, and grabbed her by the hair to bring her head up a bit. I then jaggedly brought the blade across her neck, instantly ending her life.

The Joker, who was now laughing his head off, strolled over to take a look at my finished work. I looked over to him, and noticed a large bulge in his pants. He looked up at me and grabbed my waist, pulling my body into his. He crushed his lips against mine, and I felt his tongue prodding at my lips. I opened my mouth and he shoved his tongue down my throat, his fingers now implanted in my hair. I could feel his hard length against my crotch. His hand moved down, from my waist to under my skirt. He tugged my panties down and jammed a finger into my wetness, moving it back and forth. I panted and let out a few whimpers, then he took my waist and spun me around. He bent me over, putting me face down onto the bed, which was covered in blood. I couldn't have given a fuck less.

He entered me with one hard thrust, and began pounding me relentlessly. He grabbed my hair, and pushed my face further into the bed sideways. I was already so excited from killing, that it didn't take long for me to finish. As I came, I let out a cry of pleasure, which made The Joker let out a thunderous growl as he pulled out, and spilled his seed everywhere. I turned around, still on the bed and layed back. He collapsed on top of me and we lay there, breathing heavily, smelling of sex and death. It was absolutely incredible.

A minute later, The Joker got up and pulled his pants back up. As I was adjusting my own clothes, his phone rang. He grabbed my wrist, and ran out the door, not even bothering to answer it. We went to the backdoor, in which we had broken into. We ran into the two henchmen along the way and they followed closely behind us. We all got to the SUV and drove off, heading back home. "What happened?" I asked. "Cops," The Joker muttered, "Always come and ruin all the fun." "Well, how'd I do?" I asked smiling at him and waving the knife around. He glanced towards me and smiled an almost human smile. "Not bad for an amateur," he said.

It was almost 3:30 by the time we got back home. We parked in the garage, and the van of henchmen parked right beside us. I got out and headed for the bathroom for a shower. Bear caught up to me. "So what'd you do to her?" he asked. "I taught the bitch a lesson," I said, holding up my Cupid. Bear smiled evilly, knowing that had I probably cut her up pretty good. The Joker started to walk up the stairs, then turned to look at us. He narrowed his eyes at Bear. Bear took the hint, and quickly went into the living room, without looking at me. I followed The Joker up the stairs and we went into the bedroom.

He took off his coat and turned to look at me. He looked annoyed. I stepped out of my shoes and walked into the bathroom. He followed right behind me, knife in hand. "What did he tell you?" he hissed at me. "He only wanted to know what I did to her," I said truthfully. His eyes bore into mine and he put his knife on the counter. "Ya know, they -he points to the door- couldn't give you half the pleasure in one night, that I can give you in one minute," he said, backing me into the counter. "You think that I like Bear?" I said, shocked. "Just a warning," he said, unbuttoning his vest. "I wouldn't do that," I said, stepping in front of him. He rolled his eyes. "That's what they all say." I didn't feel like arguing with him, so I undressed and stepped into the shower. I heard the sink turn on, so I figured he was washing his face off. A minute later, he joined me in the shower, but didn't look at me.

When I was done, I went to get out, but he caught my hand before I could open the glass door. "You'll get out when I tell you to," he growled. I glared at him and crossed my arms. "Why are you acting like this?" I said, annoyed. He turned around and burned holes into me with his eyes. Realizing that I had fucked up by saying that, I backed up in the wall as he came closer, then I did something that I knew would calm him down. I reached down and grabbed his dick. He looked shocked for a moment, then brought his hands up into my hair. "Tiffany," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Mhm?" I mumbled, stroking his now hard cock. His fists balled up, tugging at my hair and he pressed into me.

I slid the shower door open and got out, pulling The Joker by his erection. He followed, not taking his eyes off me. I kissed him, tracing his lips with my tongue, then his scars one at a time. I felt him tense up, but I immediately started to stroke him again. I kissed down his neck and chest, then got on my knees to take his hardness into my mouth. I heard him growl a few times, and pant heavily. He pushed me away and looked down at me. "Sit on your hands," he purred. I put my hands on my bottom and sat down on them. He brought a hand behind my head, pushing his length into my throat. He pulled his length out of my mouth with one hand. "Open your mouth. Let me see your tongue." I did as he said and he stroked himself, tracing the head of his penis up and down my tongue. Without warning, he thrust back into my mouth and then pulled himself out again. I ran my tongue along his length, making him whimper like a puppy. "Sweet…Fucking…Jesus.." he said as he exploded, spurting his seed all over my tongue and mouth. He leaned back against the counter as I got up and dried my hair with a towel. I dropped the towel and started to comb through my hair. He eyed me suspiciously. "That won't work next time," he said to me. He stood up straight, and got behind me, kissing my neck. "Come to bed," he whispered.

I followed him into the dark bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. The only light was peeking through the bathroom door. He got under the covers and looked at me. "Come here," he said softly. I crawled over to him and lay my head on his chest. We lay there a few silent minutes until he finally spoke. "You're bad for me, you know that?" he whispered. "I'm sorry," I whispered back. "You can trust me, if that's what you're worried about," I said, looking up at him. I could make out his face, even in the darkness. He seemed to be in deep thought. He sighed. "Tiffany, when will you learn? You can't trust anyone."

Thanks to everyone that keeps up with my story. I'm trying to keep The Joker in character as much as possible, but to me, he thinks Tiffany is different from other people. I think he will eventually grow to trust her, and she will witness other things besides madness. Let me know how I'm doing! -Mbunny, out!