Disclaimer:I don't own the song that is mentioned in here. But it's still amazing!

Chapter 7: Giving In

My lips went numb as the joker continued to kiss me passionately. I was so taken back by his actions, that at first I struggled violently against his kiss. However, his hand slowly slid up my back to hold me in place so that I couldn't escape.

My body gradually relaxed as his kiss softened. I closed my eyes, and began to savor the most amazing kiss I had ever had in the world! Heck, he was even better than Bruce!

My arms found themselves sliding behind his back to hold him close to me. He stiffened as I did this, but I refused to let go. Please melt…please let me help you…feel me trying to love you… I thought to myself, more of a prayer than a plea.

I knew it shouldn't be right to even use the word "love" in the context of my mind. I barely knew the guy, yet I couldn't help but feel like I could feel that way towards him, and show him that someone cared.

Unconditional love was what he really needed and wanted, but he was too hurt, angry, and stubborn to admit it.

After a few minute, his kiss began to trail from my lips down to my throat. I moaned at the feeling of his warm lips on my skin. Yes, I knew there was no turning back now…I was beyond the point of no return.

As his kiss trailed from my throat to my collarbone, I began to massage his scalp with my elegant hands. I heard him sigh in pleasure as I rubbed his head, and then proceed to scratch it as well with my catlike nails

"Thaaa-T…feels soooo gooood…" He mumbled while momentarily stopping with the kisses, and resting his head on my chest.

BINGO!I thought to myself in triumph. I had just found his tender spot.

Poor guy, he needed a good massage. Maybe later, I could give him a back massage as well. That would make him really happy.

I noticed something different about his hair.

Although it was still green, it was no longer greasy. I leaned in closer to smell his hair, and was surprised when I got a whiff of what smelled like…green tea? Wait…there's actually a shampoo for men with the scent of green tea? Wooooooow…I giggled quietly at that thought.

The joker's eyes snapped open at my giggles. "What's so amusing beautiful?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"I just think it's kind of funny that you used green tea scented shampoo to wash your hair. The name's also appropriate seeing as your hair is green." That's when I began to laugh hysterically.

For a moment, the joker stared at me with his eyebrows raised, but then he began to join me in the insane fit of laughter.

We both laughed until we cried, and I sunk into the bed the more I laughed. When I finally couldn't breathe anymore, I stopped and simply watched my captor as he continued to laugh.

It wasn't long before he finally quieted down, and looked down on me with a slight smile. "Well, we should laugh like that more often beautiful."

"Yes, we definitely should. After all, laughter is the best medicine isn't it?" I replied with a grin.

"Oh, certainly is pumpkin." He agreed while cupping my face in his hands.

I closed my eyes once more, relishing the feeling of his touch. He began to massage my cheeks gently, and I began to doze off. However, I didn't have a choice in that matter.

"Ah ta ta ta little Rachel…" His voice broke through my sleep, waking me instantly. "You jus-T woke up a little while ago. You can't fall asleep on my now." He lightly slapped my cheeks to chase away the sleep in my eyes.

Instantly, my feelings of affection diminished and my temper flared.

I growled in annoyance before boldly and roughly grabbing his face with my own hands. "NEVER. DO. THAT. AGAIN!" The joker's eyes widened in amusement, and he suddenly let out a whoop of laughter.

"Oooh! Someone's a little bit bipolar tonight!" He giggled while tapping my nose playfully.

I narrowed my eyes. "I don't like being woken up when I'm at peace and comfortable like that! It was definitely a turn off!" I scolded through my teeth, but then I slapped my hand over my mouth when I realized that I had admitted that out loud.

The joker only laughed away my grouchy reply. "Well well. Little Rachel likes i-T when I uh…touch her does she?" He said in that soothing, yet creepy voice I loved and despised so much.

I shivered as his hand softly ran down my naked stomach. "Ah, well uh…I can turn that frown upside down." His voice was dark now, and I gasped when I saw him flip that damn knife out again.

He grinned evilly at me before moving towards my bra with his knife. Before, I wouldn't have minded. However, I didn't want the joker to feel the satisfaction that he was taking me by force.

I wanted to feel like I had a hand in it too. I suddenly felt afraid…

I began to resist his touch, and shook my head wildly at his gesture. "no No NO!" I cried out, almost sounding like a whiny child.

The joker's eyes narrowed at my protest, and he immediately began to straddle me to hold me still. "Now now now," he began while grabbing my face in his large hand and holding it still.

"You don't want me to handcuff you to the bed again, do you precious? At least be thankful tha-T I'm allowing you to have your arms and legs free."

I only glared at him stubbornly, before pushing him off of me with surprising strength. That response caught him off guard, and he dropped his knife in the process of falling off the bed.

Taking my chance, I swiftly retrieved the knife, and positioned myself on the opposite side of the bed as he jumped up from the floor.

Upon seeing the knife in my hands, the joker looked at me in contempt. "Stay back…" I warned, shivering from his stare. He knew I hated that look he gave me. He knew that it affected and intimidated me.

"Rachel…" He began to say with his deep, chilling voice, "give me the knife." He slowly began walking around the bed towards me.

"Don't come any closer!" I shouted rebelliously, refusing to obey him. "Little girls shouldn't play with sharp objects." He chuckled darkly without smiling.

"You don't think I'll do it? I will!" I threatened uncertainly, not even able to convince myself.

The joker still made his way closer to me as I held the knife out in front of me.

"Rachel Rachel Rachel…" He tsked while shaking his head. "You know tha-T you coul-D, uh…never hurt a fly. Not even a big bad one like meeee…" He mocked while getting closer to me.

I stepped back towards the wall as he continued to walk towards me slowly. "Watch me…" I sneered while lunging at him.

The joker merely stepped aside as I went for him. When I realized that I had missed, I swung around to guard myself again, but I instead found myself violently thrown against the wall.

I crumpled to the floor, the knife still in my hand. I shook my head quickly, before looking up to see the joker standing over me. I quickly stood up, and repositioned my knife in defensive gesture.

The joker merely sighed and shook his head at my actions. "You never learn, do ya little girl?" The knife was suddenly ripped out of my hand and the joker had me pinned to the wall.

His hand was at my neck, while the other one flicked away the knife he had been holding.

I felt my body freeze, as he looked at me with those big, stern yet captivating eyes. "You uh, jus-T made the situation worse for yourself beautiful." He growled out while using his free arm to curve around my back, giving it a tight squeeze.

I whimpered upon feeling the pressure on my still tender back. The joker licked his lips as his hand began to slowly trial its way down to my butt. I gasped in surprise and humiliation.

"You perverted asshole!" I whispered angrily through my teeth.

The joker suddenly swung me around and administered a few hard smacks to my butt.

I cried out in pain from the feeling. That freak! He knew that I was still healing from my previous beating, and this just doubled the pain.

Tears instantly sprung in my eyes, and I gasped for breath after that painful yet somewhat thrilling sensation. The joker's hand still lingered where he had smacked me.

"What did I uh, tell you abou-T…using foul language little Rachel?" He admonished in my ear, while seductively pinching my rear in the process to mark his words.

I jumped and blushed at the sensation. I hated these feelings that were rising within me. A part of me wanted to hurt the joker for treating me the way he was; meanwhile, the other part of me wanted to show him empathy and affection.

Confused and uncomfortable, I looked down at my hands that were currently resting on the joker's chest.

A quiet cry escaped my lips, and I actually felt sorry for calling him what I did. "I'm…sorry…" I whispered truthfully, turning away from the joker and walking the other way.

I just wanted to be left alone.

However, I couldn't get very far. Even though I had enough freedom to walk away, the joker hadn't released his hold on my hand.

"Sugar, come back here." I heard him sigh quietly, his voice holding a note of apology in it.

That's when the floodgates opened for me. I felt a mixture of emotion (damn period), and I began to sob even harder and louder than before. Why? I didn't understand…part of it was because I wanted to go home.

Part of it was because I felt discomfited; part of it was because I wanted him to be happy, but his emotions kept going in waves. I was so emotionally exhausted from the events that had occurred, from trying to figure him out, and it was overwhelming!

I couldn't look at him, but he wouldn't let me go. I felt him gently pull me back to him.

"C'mere, hey…look at me…" he said gently while wrapping me in his arms again. I slowly tilted my face to meet his eyes, and sniffed back another fresh set of tears.

"Shhhhhh…" he soothed while holding me close to his chest.

The joker didn't really proceed to say anything. He merely looked at me with those dark eyes...

It was still befuddling me that I felt so familiar with the joker like this…

I know that I had been held like this before, and it wasn't by Bruce or even my mother…

Yet still, it felt so natural for him to be showing me this kind of affection!

However, he would deny it if I called him out on it. WHY did this feel more believable coming from him, than his psychopathic part?

I was going to hurt myself if I tried to think about it too much longer…

I felt him lean down to kiss my tears away; see, this was the part of the joker that I loved. Why couldn't he be like this all the time?

I felt comforted as he kissed me, and closed my eyes in content. I clutched onto his coat for reassurance.

"Rachel…can't you just behave like this more often?" He whispered while hugging me closer and rubbing my back soothingly. "I'll…I'll t-try…" I replied sincerely.

"That's a good girl." I heard him reply in approval. He then swept me up in his arms, and carried me back to the bed once more. The whole time he carried me, I nestled my face into the crook of his neck.

This time, he lay on the bed with me in his arms. "Now…where were we?" he asked while gently brushing my curly hair out of my face.

I looked at him with pleading eyes…words didn't need to be spoken from him to know that I wanted him now. I had given in…

Dramatically, he threw his coat off, before passionately kissing my lips again. I returned the kiss with my own fervent force, and didn't struggle when he took up his knife again and proceeded to rip off my bra.

Once it was off, I could feel the joker's breathing grow heavier, and his arms tightened around my waist as he dipped his head to kiss my breasts.

At that moment, I couldn't help but think of "The Point of No Return" song from "The Phantom of the Opera." If I had a voice, I would have totally begun to sing that song to him.

"Passarino...go away for the trap is set, and awaits for his prey…"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard Gerard Butler's rich baritone voice suddenly fill the room.

I looked at the Joker questioningly, and he had a remote in his right hand, pointed at the stereo. A smirk graced his mouth as he saw the incredulous look I gave him…

"You must be telepathic!" I whispered, my gaze never leaving his.

"Somehow I just knew this was a favorite of yours as it is mine too. Not even I can resist the dark beauty of this song."

I instantly melted at his apparent thoughtfulness. I couldn't help feeling surprised, seeing as this didn't seem like his style of music.

The joker was now humming along with the phantom where he was singing: "I have brought you that our passions may fuse and merge!" His hands moved to my slip. "In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me…"

His hands gently dragged my slip past my thighs as the phantom continued to sing, "Now you are here with me, no second thoughts. You've decided…decided…" He threw my slip away...

"Past the point of no return…no backward glances. Our games of make-believe are at an end." He took his knife, and moved towards my black underwear. "Past all thought of "if", or "when." No use resisting, abandon thought and let the dream descend…"

I was fully exposed to him now.

"What raging FIRE shall flood the soul?" The Joker's humming somehow became intense on this part.

"What rich desires unlock its door, what sweet seduction lies before uuusss?" As if to mark that particular verse, his hands ran all up and down my body, and I moaned in pleasure.

"Past the point of no return…" the song continued to play while the Joker removed his coat and vest.

"The final threshold! What warm unspoken secrets will we learn?" He began to remove his pants at last.

"Beyond the point of no…retuuurn…" The Joker finished, actually singing those last words with the Phantom. By the conclusion of this seductive song, he was fully exposed just like me.

"That...was…so beautiful." I breathed, my eyes open wide from the beauty of his voice.

"So are you my kitten…" He replied while taking his seat back next to me.

He looked at me…his eyes appearing to ask my permission. Silently, I nodded my head, signing myself over to him for the rest of the night.

"You're miiiine…" he growled triumphantly.

Looks like Don Juan got his triumph…Was the last thing I thought before everything became a blur…