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(Joker's POV)
The drive home was a comfortable silence. I leaned my head back on the headrest in the backseat of Panda Mans SUV, resting my eyes while the city lights faded away. The plan went without a hitch. Once the lights went out that was our que to get Johnny and go. It was perfect too, the lights and security systems were all shut off, even the emergency lights were disabled. Good ole' Edward Nygma actually came through with shining colors. A sinister smile spread on my lips now, recalling the fulfilling moment that guardsman Ricks neck slowly cracked and finally broke in between my hands. The annoying prick will never be annoying again, I hummed in my head. Chloe was close by my side the entire time, never trying to get ahead of herself and lead. My sinister smile widened, I'd have my way with her again soon. Especially since she has been such a good little minx lately, always surprising me, never disrespecting me. What a perfect little toy to have around.
I peek open my eyes to glance in her direction. She's sitting a bit slouched over the door next to me, her face towards the window. I couldn't tell from this angle if her eyes were closed or not. I'm not used to having a woman around this long, unless she worked for me as a henchbitch. My throat tightened a bit, a tinge of suffocation and I closed my eyes again, urging the senseless feeling away, she was useful and once she wasn't, that's when I'd let her get back to her life. Hmm, I'd actually have to kill her, after thinking about it for a while, she knows too much at this point. Just not yet.
We pull up the driveway and Panda flips the switch for the garage door, parking it in one of the empty spaces. As the garage is shutting back down I get out of the car, the anger that was sizzling in me prior to the breakout making a reappearance. The three follow me in the quiet house. The only light shining through the bottom of the dining room door, which swings open to reveal a very confused and tired looking Emma. Her confusion quickly turns to surprise and something else when her eyes stop on Chloe, who is standing a couple inches behind me on my right side.
I allow my lips to form a large, fake smile, "Emma, did ya miss me?" Venom and annoyance rang through my voice and she visibly shifted her gaze to only me, cautious.
"Boss, good to see you, how … " Her words trailed off as I reached behind me to Chloe, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her towards my body. I brushed my fingers across her shoulder and ran it slowly towards the small of her back. She was turning red in response, aware that we were in front of three other people.
I leaned in close to her, brushing my lips on her ear, whispering, "Why don't you go upstairs to my room, run yourself a nice hot shower, and wait for me to join you."
She nods in response, without question, and starts to walk away. I couldn't help but give her rump a playful smack as she walks away, a tiny 'eep' comes out of her and she looks back, blushing fully now with a small smile on her face. I watch her go up the stairs and wait for the door to shut, the water to turn on, before turning my full attention back to Emma. I didn't want to scare away my new toy just yet, it'd be a shame to have to kill her tonight instead of continuing to play. The playful face I was showing Chloe shifted to irritation, setting my jaw tightly. Out of the corner of my eye I see Johnny and Panda retreating towards the living room, smart boys I think to myself, as I walk up slowly to Emma. Her breathing was slow and precise, heavier than normal. Clearly nervous.
(Emma's POV)
He was standing inches away from me now. Neither of us said anything, just stared at each other for what seemed like a good few minutes. Suddenly, his right hand had a fistful of my hair, his other hand wrapped around my neck and he pushed me hard against the wall I was standing close to. It took the breath out of me, the impact harder than I thought it would be.
I felt the warmth of my tears brimming on my eyes, biting my bottom lip hard trying not to cry. Mr. J hated weakness, and I was supposed to be able to take a lot being one of his top people. He never broke eye contact with me, not sure of his next move, I have never been on the receiving end of his fury before and all I could do was let him, not fight back, knowing I must deserve this in some way. His hands still holding a large chunk of my hair, he flings my head backwards hard, my left ear ringing a bit with the impact, I bit on my lower lip harder as a whimper escapes me, the pain shooting down my spine.
I hear him open a switchblade he must have been carrying on him, placing the long blade edge to my lips. "Shhhhhh" He said soothingly, his eyes still glaring at me. "You have been a pain in my ass lately! Interrupting me for stupid shit, deciding to play big boss and fire one of my employees… Disrespectful." Fear and hurt was all I could feel right now, I had disappointed him, and it killed me inside to see him like this towards me. "What the fuck is up with you, Emma? You losing your marbles?!" He waits and I wanted to make it better. I tried to form words but nothing came out, only small cracking words that made me look pathetic, "I – b-ooss- sor-sor-yy" I gave up, seeing his annoyance now as a low growl came out of him, "ANSWER ME!"
He's glaring into my very soul, trying to pick me apart. I can't help but let my guard down now. He knew how to do that to people, to get them to let every emotion go in a moment of fear. Tears begin to slowly roll down my cheeks, feeling worthless, I'm supposed to be strong. With anyone else I would have beat their ass by now, breaking their neck for daring touch me this way, but with him I couldn't lift a finger. He took my brother and I in when no one else cared enough, he was our boss, our family. I stared at him, waiting for his next move but am only met with his sudden unexpected laughter. It's a slow drawn out animated laugh that turns into one of his more genuine ones. He lets me go for a minute, beginning to pace in front of me.
The next time he walks back up to me he places the blade tip to the base of my throat, barley digging it in but enough I felt the warmth of blood start to slowly trickle down my chest.
"You don't like dollface?" He knows, the moment he said it I couldn't help the emotions that spilled over me, jealously, anger, hurt, love, and disappointment. My stomach knotted together nauseously. It was only for a split second, but his eyes danced with manic happiness. I try to hide the emotions that I know flashed through my eyes and face, but he already caught everything, I was at his mercy.
"Ya jealous, Emma?" He removes the knife from my throat, his body now closer to mine than before but this time it was different. His right hand grabbing my hip as he thrusts his own lower body into mine, lingering there, his hand firmly staying on my hip. My eyes close for a moment as his mouth trails down towards my ear, his hot breath sending tingles throughout me. He barely whispers to me, "You want me to fuck you instead of her?"
My eyes shut again, heat coursing throughout my entire body at his seductive words "That's why you interrupted, that's why you fired her… what's next, you gonna kill her?" His mocking voice is harsh, a low evil chuckle coming out of him now. Humility hits me hard, he's playing with me, just to torture me. He's good at this, it's why he is who he is, he can take your dreams and turn them into nightmares. Defeated, that's what I am. The hot tears threaten to spill over again just as he draws back to look at my face. His malevolent smile widening as he sees my expression.
He steps back about a foot, allowing me to breathe better, not expecting the sharp backhand across my face, my head twisting to the side at the impact. His voice is dark, grabbing my jaw and forcing me to stare into his eyes, "Never disrespect me again... Tuck your little feelings away and remember your place!" He growls.
"I understand boss, I'm sorry." I barely squeak out, fearing that if I tried to speak any louder I would tremble before him.
"Take off your shirt." My eyes widen, mortified, what now? I remove my shirt without question, not wanting to show him disloyalty or disrespect ever again. This is my punishment. I need to show him I can take it. He picks the blade back up and traces it towards my left collar bone, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain as he dug the blade into my skin. Spiking tingles of hot pain shoot through the spot, the torment was slow and I had to place my hand over my mouth to stop myself from sobbing out in pain. Muffled noises came out of me every now and then, biting down on my lip, my hand securely over my mouth, tears rolling down my cheeks again. Feeling weak, pathetic, unworthy, anguish. He continues to carve something in me, uncaring at the noises or state that I'm in, and once he's finished he locks eyes with me. His sinister smile returns, his eyes satisfied but once he sees the state I'm in he pokes out his bottom lip, mocking a sad face.
"Three strikes and you're out, kiddo. Don't force me to kill you." Just like that, he walks away, like everything was back to normal. I stand there for a minute, shaky, but quickly compose. The pain on my left collarbone burning, warm blood running down my body. I grab my shirt that I had taken off and press it to the wound, heading towards the bathroom to clean it out.
I've never received that type of punishment from him before. Sure, I've gotten backhanded a couple of times, but never this. I shake my head, trying to focus on rummaging through the medicine cabinet. My hands still shaking a bit from the encounter, I remove the shirt that was pressed up against my wound and glance at it in the mirror. My entire body frozen, staring at the deeply carved out palm sized X. The bathroom door opened and Johnny walked in, shutting the door behind him. I grabbed onto him, letting the emotions spill over, crying onto his shoulder. He stood there, his arm wrapped around me. He didn't let me cry on him for long, pushing me backwards to survey my state.
His eyes land on the large X on my collarbone and he reaches for the medical kit, grabbing a surgical stitching needle and surgical thread.
"Sit on the toilet." He orders, I do as he says and sits down, the tears slowly stopping. He begins to work on stitching me up, the wound site a bit numb from the pain now, the stinging of the needle small compared to the pain I was just in. I will never allow myself another strike, I will overcome and show him I can be the best he's ever hired on. The anger for myself lingering on in my mind, as I rest my head on the side of the wall while my brother continues to attend my wound.
"Thank you." I whisper to him.
"Don't get yourself killed kid, you're all I got." He mutters in return and a small smile comes to me, thankful I had him.
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Winter-Widow1791: I'm so happy that you loved chapter 9! It makes me happy you feel like it's the best one yet because I will admit, I had a tinge of doubt about chapter 9 at first! I was referring to Marvels beautiful lady, I know it's taboo to mix DC and Marvel but I had to do it, just for split second! =) I bet you really enjoyed this chapter since you wanted J to teach Emma a lesson! Oh and I love Mr. Nygma, happy you liked the cameo of him too! =) I hope you enjoyed Chapter 10! Thank you for reviewing and being one of my best supporters! Means the world to me!