Title: I Love You…I'll Kill You

Fandom: The Dark Knight

Rating: M

Pairing: Joker/OC

Genre: Drama/Angst

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own the Joker or Batman.

A/N: Thanks to all who are reading and reviewing, as well as the people who are simply reading! I hope you all enjoy this.

Chapter Eight

Lacy waited up for awhile, expecting the Joker to show up in her apartment but he never came. When two hours had passed, she decided to try and get some sleep after taking a warm shower. While letting the warm liquid wash over her she thought about her life and how it ended up so screwed up.

Her life was never perfect, but she had a mostly happy childhood. Sure her parents fought with each other constantly until they got divorced when she was seven, and the arguing only intensified after that. But they never abused her in any way and she knew up until the day they died that they loved her. They just didn't love each other.

That made her determined to have a happier life than that of her parents. She promised herself that she would marry a man that loved her as much as she loved him and they would have a marriage that was ten times stronger than her parents.

And for a while she had that. Jack was her best friend and always had been. They had been neighbors growing up and spent almost every waking hour with each other. She often wondered just how their wonderful life together turned out this way.

If someone had told her that her Jack would become a horrible, evil criminal who delighted in other people's misery and tears she would have laughed in their faces. She would have called them crazy and delusional. And she would have been wrong.

She believed she was right when she told Batman that there was a thin line between good and evil. A few good pushes and even the best men can turn evil. It happened with Jack and, more recently, with Harvey Dent. She remembered the look of pure ecstasy on the Joker's face when he told her about how he had manipulated and turned Harvey Dent into a murdering criminal.

It was enough to make her sick.

She hated hearing about what he did to poor Rachel Dawes and Harvey Dent. It broke her heart and made her question why she still protected him. She still didn't have a good answer for that question. She wanted to say that it was out of fear for her life, but over the years she had grown unafraid to die.

Maybe that's why she didn't fight back against the Joker's goons as much as a normal person would have in her position. She didn't necessarily want to die, but if it was going to happen, then it was going to happen.


The Joker entered Lacy's apartment through the bedroom window and, hearing the shower running, decided to stay in the bedroom until she came out. He took this opportunity to truly think about the events of the night.

He was upset that his guys almost killed Lacy. He really didn't want his goons killing her on the street like that. At the very least she deserved a death that was more poetic. But there was something else that was really bothering him even more.

It was Batman.

He sighed as he looked out her window. He didn't like to think about Lacy being around Batman. He wasn't necessarily jealous. He knew that Lacy wouldn't dare go after a guy romantically because if she did, the guy would be dead by the end of the day. No, he wasn't jealous.

After thinking about it, he realized that he just didn't like the idea of Batman hanging around his girl. As loyal as Lacy had been to him, he couldn't shake the feeling that one day she would betray him in some way.

He had been thinking lately that perhaps it was time to push Lacy out of his life. He did a wonderful job of getting rid of the other remnants of his former self. He got rid of his belongings, his name, his inhibitions, everything—everything except Lacy. She was the last reminder of his former self.

Every time he looked at her he saw his former self's reflection in her eyes and he hated that. Perhaps it was almost time to do something about that.

Lacy came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but her towel and saw the Joker standing by the same window that Batman had used earlier to escape.

Upon hearing her enter the room, he turned around. "Hello my dear."

"Took you long enough to show up." She mumbled as she went over to the mirror and quickly ran a comb through her wet hair.

"Well I had to wait and make sure Batman wasn't here." He explained. "I didn't want to intrude on your alone time with the caped crusader."

She wasn't surprised that he knew Batman had been there. "Whatever." She rolled her eyes. He seemed to know everything that she did. Not much surprised her these days.

"I must say, I don't like that you let Batman into your apartment, especially since you two were all alone in here. I can only imagine the kind of trouble you two could get into together." He told her as he slowly walked over to her.

"Well I don't like that you sent your goons to kill me on the street.." She countered, putting down the comb.

He smiled as he closed the gap between them and started lightly yanking on her towel. "So then we're even?"

She pushed his hand away from her towel before he made it fall to the ground. "Not even close." She defiantly walked away from him and went over to stand by the window.

His smile faded. "So what did you and dear Batsy talk about while he was here?"

"What do you think we talked about?" She asked with a sarcastic laugh and a roll of her eyes. "You. That's all anyone in this damn town ever wants to talk about."

"Jealous are we?" He joked with her. He crossed the room and stood behind her as she looked out the window. He had taken off the glove on his right hand and lightly grazed her bare shoulder with his fingertips. He then let his hand travel down the length of the towel before he let his fingers explore what was underneath. He felt her twitch and grinned because he knew that he was getting to her.

"Hardly." She informed him.

"You didn't tell him anything that would make me want to kill you, now did you?" He asked, parting her folds and inserting two fingers inside of her. He proceeded to move them in and out of her. He did it slowly at first, gradually increasing his speed.

Her breathing started to become ragged and she silently willed herself not to make any noises. The last thing she wanted was to let him know how much her body was responding to his touch. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts together so that she could make a coherent statement.

"Yeah." She joked. "I told Batman everything, including your shoe size and favorite food. You know, it turns out you both love pizza. Maybe you two can be friends after all."

He had to laugh at her and swiftly removed his hand. "That's my girl, always making jokes." He turned her around to face him and pushed her up against the glass. "You liked that, didn't you?"

She didn't want to admit it, but she knew that denying it was useless. He knew her body better than she did and knew exactly what to do to make her respond to him. All she could do was nod slowly and look at the floor.

He put his finger under her chin and pushed her face up so she would make eye contact with him. "Of course you like that. You can't help yourself, can you?"

She shook her head, ashamed of herself.

"And now that I've got you started, you want more." He grinned, putting his fingers back where they were before. This time though, he inserted three. "Isn't that right?"

Still not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan, she bit her lip and nodded her head.

"Well if you want more, all you have to do is ask." He smiled at her.

She knew this was a game to him and she didn't want to give in to him, but at the same time she was actually getting aroused.

"So what's it gonna be?" He asked, whispering in her ear. "Do I stop or do you want more?"

"More." She whispered, hating the fact that he could get to her like this.

He grinned. "Then more it is." With one swift move he pulled off her towel. "Lay down on the floor." While she was doing that he was unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. Then he lowered himself on to her, inserting himself with one hard thrust.

"You know," he said as he lazily began thrusting, "no other man will ever touch you like this, and you want to know why?" Without giving her a chance to respond, he answered. "It's because of two reasons. First of all, you're a nothing. You don't matter to anyone other than me, and the only reason I pay attention to you is because I take delight in your nothingness."

She knew what he was doing and didn't want to give in to his games. He was trying to make her feel so bad about herself that she would believe that she really was nothing. Even though she knew his game she couldn't help but fall right into the trap.

"The second reason is because you belong to me. You are my property and I do not like trespassers on my property." He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "If I even suspect that you are attracted to another man, I will kill him and then you. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes." She whispered, wondering why he was making a point to tell her that. She had to wonder. He seemed like he was upset that Batman was here with her alone, although he should have known that nothing would happen between her and Batman. She still obeyed her wedding vows and had never even kissed any other men. He knew that. So why was he so rattled? Was he really that threatened by Batman?

The Joker was content and thought that he had gotten his point across so he pulled out of her and stood up. He then pulled his pants up and zipped them. "Just remember that you are my girl."

She quickly stood up, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her. She welcomed the security the blanket provided her, glad that she was no longer completely naked in front of him. "I wish I wasn't your girl."

"Now that hurts me when you say things like that." He mocked her. "You really should be nicer to me."

"Or what? You'll kill me?" She asked. "You tried that earlier tonight and it didn't quite work out for ya."

"Yes, I am aware of that." He told her as he rolled his eyes.

"So why did you send goons to kill me tonight?" She felt like she needed to know why, although she wasn't sure he would tell her the real reason.

"It was a misunderstanding." He explained. He could tell that she was angry about it and it made him laugh.

"This isn't funny." She corrected him. "You almost had me killed tonight. If it wasn't for Batman…"

"Oh yes, let's all give a big round of applause for Batman!" The Joker rolled his eyes and started to mock her. "He's so great and so wonderful. He's just so dreamy! If he wasn't there tonight I would probably be dead."

"Jealous are we?" She laughed, using his own words from earlier against him.

"Jealous?" The Joker laughed. "Of Batman? Never. I simply don't see what the big deal about him is. Geez, he dresses up like a bat. It's crazy."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black." She commented. "You are the last person on Earth that should be calling people crazy."

"Perhaps." He conceded. "But you have to admit that he is kind of screwy."

She ignored his comment and changed the subject. "So why are you here? You wanna finish the job that your idiots couldn't finish now that Batman isn't here?"

He feigned a look of being hurt by her comment. "My dear, I'm not here to kill you. Tonight honestly was a misunderstanding."

"Oh really?" She questioned. "Well that misunderstanding almost cost me my life."

"I didn't think you'd get so mad about it." He laughed. "What do you want? An apology?"

She laughed. "Yeah right. Like you'd ever apologize for anything."

He stopped laughed and removed the smile on his face. Then he took her hands in his and looked into her eyes. "My dearest Lacy, I am sincerely sorry for sending my guys to kill you. I would never hurt you in that way and hope…" He finally couldn't take it anymore and burst out into a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "I tried to say that with a straight face, but I just can't!"

She was still angry from the attempt on her life, and even angrier about how he had used her. "Why don't you just leave? You got what you wanted from me."

"Fine." He pretended to pout. "If you're going to be mean about it, then maybe I will leave." He walked over to her and whispered in her ear, "Just remember, you're mine."

"Like I could forget it." She sighed as he left.