Once they had reached Joker's truck, and once he had turned the vehicle on, Kat was happy to realize they had spent no longer than half an hour at Joey's distasteful club. Never in her life had walking into a place made her feel so disgusting, and she hoped and prayed that she was not meant to attend that meeting with Joker. She was thrown off, however, by his plans. It seemed everyone was in on them except for her, but she realized she didn't care, and more than likely she wasn't supposed to be anyway. She would just have to watch it play and hope the end didn't spell out death for her.
Thunder rumbled loudly across the dark, gray storm clouds covering the entire Gotham night sky, and Kat watched the rapid flashes of bright white lightening from of her window. The ride was silent as they made their way out of the rundown area, and once they started to reach the outskirts of the city rain began to fall on them, and the further they got the heavier the rain poured down, flooding the road and making it near impossible to see out of the dashboard, even with the windshield wipers going full bore. But remaining calm and knowing it was no big deal, all Joker had done was simply sit up a little in his seat and place his other hand on the wheel, simple as that. He had even made a point to grin over at Kat when she turned to him with wide eyes once the rain started its heavy pouring point.
Finally, a good five minutes before they reached the house, Kat had allowed herself to breath, figuring Joker knew what he was doing, and she sat back in her seat to stare out of the window. Once they reached the house, however, Kat wasn't exactly excited about running through the pouring rain to get inside. Joker glanced at her as he turned the car off, smirking at her until he finally pushed open his door, never breaking his eye contact with her.
"Shall we?"
Kat ignored him and with a roll of her eyes pushed open her own door, the freezing rain drops practically burning her hands as it fell on them. Sucking in a breath, Kat jumped out of the car and pushed her door shut, feeling the rain already starting to soak through her clothes. With a groan she quickly started towards the door, Joker right behind her, and she was quick to barge inside the house, paying no attention to the mini party of sorts going on in the living room.
Kat stared at herself in the mirror in the entryway as Joker proceeded with closing the door, and she frowned at her running mascara and the way her shirt was sticking to her body while Joker removed his gloves and placed them on the table before he shrugged off his purple trench coat. With a small grumble, after following the water with her eyes as it dripped from Joker's hair onto his suspenders, Kat headed over to the kitchen, glaring at the four thugs as they sat in the living room, drinking and laughing about something unrelated. Just as she snapped on the kitchen light Joker started past her, and her heart skipped a beat when she felt his body slide against hers. She paused, feeling slightly lightheaded, but she didn't look at him. Instead she continued with opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water.
"So, what did you think?" Joker asked a second later, and Kat glanced over at him just as she twisted off the cap, and she closed the fridge with her foot. Joker took in the site of her wet hair and running, messy mascara on her light skin, admiring the way parts lightly ran down her cheeks before he allowed his eyes to roam down her body, slowly. Kat rolled her eyes as she took a step forward, and she crossed her arms in front of her, bottle still in hand.
"Hey," she practically barked. "Eyes are up here."
Joker quickly reverted his eyes back to hers, his eyebrows raised in surprise. But all of the sudden his features relaxed, and a cunning grin came to his lips as he stepped closer to her, deciding not to be angry over her biting tone. "So they are."
Kat tried desperately to put her guard up, but it was too late. Already she felt herself being drawn into him, and she could not take her eyes away from his face, unfortunately loving the way the paint was running from it, splotches of his skin showing underneath. A large area had been washed away from his right eye, and she could just barely see the dirty blonde color of his eyebrow while most of his red smile had been washed off, showing off his rather masculine jawline. She raised her eyes back into his, ignoring how fast her heart was beating, and she realized quickly that she had to fire back.
She grinned as she stepped closer to him and she placed her bottle and cap on the counter directly next to her. Joker's eyes fell to her lips, watching as they parted ever so slightly, and he cocked an eyebrow as he looked back into her eyes, willing himself to stay strong. He was so close to beating her at her own game, all he had to do was push a little harder. He stepped closer as well, allowing their bodies to touch slightly, and his grin widened.
Kat tilted her head back as she continued to stare into his eyes, able to see that he was feeling the same thing she was. The tension was heavy as her heart continued to race, and she watched as Joker idly touched his tongue to the scar on his lip. She swallowed as she looked back up to him, watching as his eyes dropped down to her lips again, and she tried as hard as she could not to eye his.
"Chug! Chug! Chug! YEEAAH!"
Joker and Kat's attention was quickly averted from the mood and they both glanced at the arch of the kitchen. Kat sighed loudly as she rolled her eyes, and she grabbed her water while Joker shook his head over his thugs stupidity. Kat glanced back over to him before she grinned slightly, and without a word she excited the kitchen, swaying her hips slightly more than usual as she climbed the stairs. From his tipsy state of mind, Bacardi raised his heavy eyes to the stairs, watching blankly as Kat made her way into the room, until Bozo's slapping him on the back woke him from his trance, and he turned to face his buddies, laughing while a sudden, wonderful dizzy feeling came upon him. Joker started past the living room, raising his eyebrows at the group before he started up the stairs himself, deciding to just let his thugs have their fun. At this point he was pretty tired and his bed sounded rather tempting.
Kat had sat in her room, waiting to hear Joker's bedroom door close, and once it had, she ventured downstairs to wash her face and brush her teeth. Now, clad in nothing but her black and gray plaid pajama pants and a gray tank top, she disappeared silently into the bathroom, and she frowned at once she saw herself in the mirror. Her hair had dried into its natural long and wavy pattern, but her face looked like hell, and she felt it redden as she thought back to her last attempt of the night to get Joker to break. He had probably been laughing at her in his mind over her horrid look. She shook her head as she turned on the faucet, and she ducked down as she splashed water on her face.
Time was running out on her game. She wasn't sure how much longer she could go on like this. It made her furious, but she was just being truthful; she found parts of Joker and hints of his personality to be rather alluring, despite her situation, and she hated it. She made a vow to herself as she rinsed her toothbrush; if Joker didn't break by tomorrow, due to any last, desperate attempt, Kat was going to forfeit her game. What else could she do? Every time Joker fired back Kat felt herself getting closer to just throwing herself at him, the tension building until it reached a boiling point, and at that time Kat always had to back down. All she could do was hope at least the same thing was happening to Joker.
She ignored the loud laughter from Joker's henchmen as she quickly started up the stairs. She glanced at Joker's door, wondering why he hadn't said anything to them, but she shrugged it off and stepped into her room. She made her way through the darkness to the bed and she quickly laid down, staring at the orange light from the living room down below that spilled into her room from under her door. She closed her eyes, just able to hear their muffled and annoying voices from over the rain, but as she cuddled down further into her blanket sleep was quick to overcome her.
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It seemed as though Kat had been drifting in and out of sleep for hours and hours on end, having odd, vivid dreams about everything from her parents, to Joker, to random things such as not being able to speak. Every time she woke up she could just barely make out the voices of the thugs, but the harsh storm from outside over powered their noises now, and through her sleepy mind Kat decided that it was the stupid thunder that kept waking her up, the rumbles powerful enough to shake the house it seemed.
With a large yawn she turned back onto her side, facing her door, and she felt that sleepy warm feeling creeping back on her easily and quickly. She was unsure how long she had been sleeping since that point, but all too soon she felt herself gently wake up when she heard her door being pushed open slowly. Though her eyes were closed she could tell some light was coming into her room. She heard what sounded like faint walking on her carpet, but with a small, tired whimper she ignored it, figuring it was just her mind playing tricks on her, and she started to turn around.
She stopped on her back, however, and she grew confused when she felt hands place themselves on her hips, holding her in place on her bed. Her eyebrows met in the middle with agitation as she tried to turn again, and her heart skipped a beat when she heard someone snicker. Joker?
Finally she opened her eyes, her body instantly reacting once she noticed the figure that was hovering over top of her. Her eyes widened as she tried to make out who it was, and with a burst of thunder a flash of lightening lit up the sky, illuminating the figures face momentarily through Kat's open blinds, and she opened her mouth to let out a shout.
"Shhh!" Bacardi slapped his hand down over Kat's mouth, and he giggled, swaying a bit, as she started to thrash about, her flailing limps causing her blanket to fall from the foot of the small bed. Bacardi laughed quietly again, and Kat could smell the strong stench of liquor on his breath. "Don't act so surprised, Kat-" he slurred, stopping suddenly to take a deep breath in. Kat stopped her attempt to scream as she froze, nervously staring up at him as she breathed deeply through her nose, her heart racing at a million milers per minute, and she could not comprehend anything through her hazy mind as Bacardi slowly took his hand from her mouth. "I've s-seen the... the- signs! The signs you've been givin' me..." he trailed off, and Kat felt her jaw drop in confusion as she stared at him through the darkness, the light from downstairs barely illuminating anything. It was silent down there, but Kat was honestly a little too frightened to wonder why or what the hell was going on at this point. Maybe Joker was behind it...
"Yeah, I saw them all," he went on. He let out a loud laugh, the alcohol on his breath strong, and Kat turned her head away slightly. Her breath hitched in her throat when she felt him start to slide his hands up her body, his fingers slipping under her shirt. "There's no foolin' me," he went on slowly. He let out a breathless laugh again, and a huge shock ran up Kat's spine as his hands inched closer and closer. She let out a loud shout, and she absentmindedly brought her knee up as hard as she could to kick him in the crotch. He cried out and instantly fell back off her, leaving Kat time to jump out of bed and start out of her room. With wide and confused eyes she quickly backed out, touching her hand to the handle of the landing as she watched Bacardi cry out in agony as he doubled over. She continued to quickly walk backwards, feeling for where the stairs started from the railing, and she let out a scream when she felt her back collide with somebody. Heart racing she turned around quickly, and she flailed around when she felt heavy hands fall onto her upper arms, trying to hold her steady.
"Kat! Kat! What's going on!"
Kat stopped suddenly and she felt her stomach drop as she stared up at Joker. Her mind went completely blank as she stared at his paint-less face, her eyes quickly wandering over his scars and down to his shirtless frame before they traveled back up. Her lips parted as she tried to find her words.
"He... Bacardi... I-"
"What happened?" Joker growled as he gripped her arms tighter, growing ridiculously annoyed. He didn't know what to think; he had been sleeping soundly in his room when the distant sound of a scream had woken him instantly, and once he heard a crash and another loud scream he was out of bed and his room in a matter seconds, his mind scrambling when he saw Kat nervously backing out of her room.
Kat opened her mouth to speak again but stopped when she saw Joker look up suddenly, his eyes narrowing on the something. Her body shaking slightly, she started to turn to see what he was looking at, but she gasped lightly when she felt Joker push her behind him. He stared with glazed eyes blankly at Bacardi as he stumbled out of Kat's room, the situation suddenly becoming clear. "Kat, go to my room," he commanded as Bacardi nervously glanced up at him.
Kat made a ridiculously confused face as she looked up to stare at the back of Joker's head, and she wondered if she had heard him correctly. "...what?"
"Go!" Joker barked as he looked over his shoulder at her, and with a start she quickly turned around and threw open Joker's door, closing it instantly a second later. Joker turned back to Bacardi, and he tilted his head to the left slightly. Dizzily, Bacardi instantly took a big step back into Kat's room, leaving Joker to quickly follow. Random anger surging through him, he grabbed Bacardi's upper arms and slammed him against the painted sun on Kat's wall.
"What the hell just happened?" Joker asked harshly, his voice low, just above a whisper, and it shook slightly as he tried to keep himself contained. Bacardi searched around for his words as his eyes squinted, and it appeared as though he was about to cry. Joker breathed out deeply from his nose upon the stench of alcohol hitting his senses, and he licked his lips quickly as he pushed his henchman further into the wall. "Look here, Bacardi," he growled. "From now on you are completely sober. If you so much as touch one drop of any alcohol, I'll kill you, understand?"
Bacardi closed his eyes, the room spinning and shaking violently as he tried to process what Joker had just said. He swallowed, opening his mouth to try and explain himself, but already Joker had started out of the room. From over the railing he could see Rocco, Henshaw and Bozo all staring up at Kat's door from their positions in the living room, and their eyes all fell on Joker as he started down the stairs. He wasn't exactly sure why he was reacting so strongly about this, especially since he convinced himself everyday that he didn't care about Kat. Obviously there was a problem here, being that this was his initial reaction and natural course of action upon hearing Kat's high, loud and powerful scream. But for the time being he didn't have time to figure out why. Right now all he wanted to focus on was having a little talk to the rest of his crew about personal property, and perhaps even remind them right from wrong.
Kat held her breath as she leaned against Joker's door, her body frozen as she stared at the dimly lit room in front of her. She felt uneasy, like she wasn't allowed to be in there despite what Joker had told her. Swallowing back the lump in her throat, she finally took a step forward, breathing in the somewhat cold and stale air as she glanced around slowly. A large and tall, black dresser sat against the same wall as the door, while an old, dark wooden desk of sorts sat on the wall adjacent from it, leaving just enough room in the corner between them for a tall and oblong lamp. Behind the lamp, she noticed a series of "ha's" etched on the wall, ceiling to floor, behind the dresser and desk, some appearing painted while others had been carved in. Another opened door existed on the same wall as the desk, leading into the dark bathroom, while his large bed sat directly in front of her, black, scratched up end tables on either side. She glanced at the wall across from the bathroom door, her eyes widening slightly as she stared at the ridiculously large collection of joker's cards, all stuck to the wall somehow, covering nearly all of it.
Her lips parted as she turned back to the bed, the lamp on the end table to her left being the only light that illuminated the room. A large window sat behind the bed, it's width the exact same as the bed, and Joker's black, askew curtains were parted down the middle slightly. She swallowed again as she stood at the foot of it, and she wondered what to do. But the longer she stood there, staring down at the black sheets tangled with the black and gray reversible comforter, she finally realized the stupid thoughts she was having.
It's a fucking bed, she thought sourly to herself. It wasn't like she'd burst into flames if she were to sit on it. With with a deep breath she crawled onto it, and she leaned against the pillows and headboard on the side closest to the bathroom, where the blankets hadn't been pushed down and back. She stared in front of her, noticing the various objects on his dresser and desk, and the random clothes and other objects scattered on the dark carpeted floor. A shudder ran through her again, and she could not shake off the eerie feeling she felt upon being in his room. Suddenly all thoughts of her game left her mind, and as she continued to glance around all she could wonder was how many girls he had probably ruptured in this very bed. She wanted to say his room was like any other bedroom, but the stale air, ridiculously aged objects and collage of joker's cards and "ha's" etched and painted into the walls made her feel otherwise.
She felt her stomach drop, however, when she heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and she held her breath, waiting for Joker to angrily storm inside. But instead she watched as his door gently opened, and he stepped inside easily as he closed it behind him. Regardless of her previous thoughts, Kat's eyes roamed slowly over his body, and she felt lightheaded as she took in his appearance. His hair was messy, his face bare, and his black, cotton pajama pants sat loose and low on his hips. Her eyes glided back up his chest to stare at his bare face, and her heart skipped a beat as she was forced to sadly realize just how rather handsome he was, even with those deep and jagged scars...
Joker silently made his way to the bed, not really looking at Kat until he sat down on the left side of the bed, opposite from Kat. With a deep sigh out he rubbed his eyes before he took in a deep breath, and he turned around to bring his legs onto the bed, resting his back comfortably against his pillows and low black headboard. He looked over at Kat, noticing how her face was free of any make-up, and he tried desperately not to take any care in the fact that she was not wearing a bra.
"So what happened?" His voice cut through the silence, though the rain remained loud as it pounded against his window, and Kat finally turned to him after a crash of thunder had caused her to jump slightly. She looked into Joker's eyes, taking in his calm demeanor as more confusion swept over her.
"I-I don't know," she started as she looked away from him to glance down at her lap, her legs folded Indian style in front of her. "I was just sleeping and then I guess he came in. He held me down and told me... that he's 'seen the signs I've been giving him'." Kat rolled her eyes as she slumped down, but she quickly turned to Joker when he let out a small laugh as as he gently shook his head. He looked back at Kat with a grin.
"Really?" He asked now. "And I thought those signs were directed at me."
Kat didn't say anything as she nervously turned away, her lightheaded feeling quickly returning. She glanced over with her eyes into the dark bathroom, listening as Joker moved to a laying position on his bed, and she instantly snapped her head over to him once he turned out the light, the room nearly pitch black.
"Wait, am I sleeping in here?" She asked quickly, a burst of thunder shaking the house as the noise lingered on until it slowly faded away.
"Looks like it," Joker said as he scooted further down into his bed, his eyes already closed as turned onto his side to face Kat. Still feeling unsure, Kat slowly moved the covers from under her and laid down herself, the sheets cool against her skin. She laid her head onto the dark purple pillow as she turned onto her side, facing Joker, and she swallowed that damn lump in her throat again as she closed her eyes. It was incredibly odd, laying with Joker in his bed inside his bedroom, and as Kat took a deep breath in she inhaled Joker's strong scent. Her body trembled slightly upon this, but as she tried desperately to ignore it she had to wonder how on Earth she was going to fall asleep under these circumstances.
Joker could feel the slight weight from the other side of the bed, and it was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time. As he laid there, trying hard not to open his eyes and look at her through the dark, he thought back to how he had handled this situation. Why had he gotten so angry, and why had he sent Kat into his room? It was an effort to keep away from Bacardi, to keep her safe, and he felt his stomach drop upon thinking that word, his eyebrows furrowing. No, he thought. That couldn't have been his intentions. What did he care? For a second he debated kicking Kat out, but a stronger part of him held him back from speaking, from acting out on what he so desperately wanted to do. Defeated, he opened his eyes, and in cue a flash of lightning that shone through the window quickly illuminated her face, giving him just enough time to look over her features that constantly caught his attention.
Kat felt that tension growing thick again as she listened to the pouring rain outside. She felt as though she was being watched, but this idea was silly and she pushed it to the back of her mind. The urge to just look at him creeped back upon her, however, as she tried to clear her mind. She just wanted to decide, once and for all, if she really found him to be as attractive as she thought. Back at the hotel he had seemed so far away as he slept when she had watched him, but she remembered thinking just how normal he looked. She felt as though if she was to steal one, quick glance, she'd finally be able to clear her mind and go to sleep. She slowly opened her eyes just as another burst of lightning lit up the sky, and a mad shock ran deeply up her spine as she found Joker staring back at her.
The rain seemed to grow heavier and louder as they both stared intently into each others eyes as lightning continued to quickly crash outside, leaving Kat's heart to race and Joker's mind to fog up. At precisely the same time both their eyes drifted down to the others lips as more lightening flashed, illuminating the room in a bright blue light, when all of the sudden Kat and Joker reached out with such force the bed shook. Kat touched her hands to his shoulders and Joker grabbed her hips, pulling her closer as their lips came crashing together in unison. Kat dug her nails deeply into the area where his neck met his shoulders while he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her body as close as possible to his.
Kat closed her eyes tightly, Jokers lips warm against hers as they immediately opened their mouths to allow their tongues to dance. A small groan escaped from Kat as she practically melted into Joker, butterflies whirling to a rapid life in the pit of her stomach as she was quick to realize just long she had been desperately waiting for this to happen. Without breaking the kiss, Joker swiftly and quickly moved Kat to lay on top of him, and she spread her legs to straddle him, her knees on either side of Joker's waist. He slid his hands from her hips onto her ass, and he could not help but let out a low and deep groan of his own as he squeezed it, the area proving to be just as firm as he had thought it to be. Kat broke the kiss to moan out gently as she tilted her head back, and she whimpered when she felt Joker clamp his teeth down on her neck. She bit her lip, the pain both erotic and intense, and another moan escaped her when Joker's tongue came to lightly trace the red bite marks. She quickly caught his lips with hers again, and the room spun widely as Joker grabbed her hips roughly to roll her onto her back.
Thunder roared across the sky as various bolts of lightning lit the room, leaving Kat and Joker time to glare into each others eyes, each eating up the monstrous amount of want in them while the short break allowed for Kat to wonder what was going to happen. Joker showed no signs of the need to suddenly hurt her, and Kat knew that could only leave one thing given their current position. As their lips met again fiercely she wondered vaguely if she actually wanted to go through with this. But as she ran her hands up Joker's chest, his skin smooth and warm against her fingertips and Joker's tongue soft against her own, she realized how fucking badly she was anticipating it.
But she was not alone. Just as much lust and desire coursed through Joker, leaving him angry at himself for even feeling this way. But at the moment he didn't care, he didn't care about anything. He only had his mind set on one thing, and he figured he'd deal with the crazy thoughts and confusing after effects of it later. Nothing mattered right now.
Chills ran throughout Kat as Joker slid his hands under her shirt, and she felt him grin against her lips as he grazed his hands over her soft breasts. She pulled her lips from his and bit down on them as she leaned up, Joker immediately understand her silent cue to remove her shirt. The second Kat's back hit the bed Joker ran his fingers down the side of her body, the tips of them rough against Kat's skin, and her heart skipped several beats once Joker reached the top of her pajama pants. Time seemed to slow suddenly, and it felt as though their rapid and quick pace had stopped. She dug her fingernails into Joker's shoulders, and she grinned when he grunted at this before his lips crashed against hers again. He sneaked his fingers into the lining of her pants before he pulled them down, surprised to find Kat was not wearing any underwear. He laughed against her lips as they both opened their eyes.
"Easy girl," he commented in a low and rough voice, and he left Kat no time to protest that no, she was not easy, as he immediately leaned down to kiss her again.
While slight anger flowed throughout Kat over his comment as she kicked off her pants from under the blanket, it was taken over quickly by the memory of the tone of voice he had used. Her eyes slid closed as she ran her own slightly shaking hands down Joker's sides, over the faint outline of his muscles as she prepared to push off his own pants, but she paused when she felt the lack of fabric on his hips. Her eyes popped open and she stared up at Joker just in time for his face to be illuminated by the brightest flash of lightning yet. He was grinning maliciously at her, and as Kat caught site of his evil grin a large and somewhat painful shock ran up her spine and stung her neck, causing the room to spin violently. Her mind offered her one last and final chance to be smart and back down from this, to say no and just go back to her room, but they had come so far, and Kat's body was shaking with mad anticipation. Answering herself, she reached out and wrapped her fingers tightly around Joker, and an obnoxious grin parted her lips as she tried to comprehend how positively huge he appeared to be. She squeezed her hand, her fingers barely touching each other, the action causing Joker to let out a content sigh before an eerie laugh.
"What do you want, Kitty-Kat?" He questioned, his lips just inches from hers now. She swallowed as she stared at him through the dark, his grave voice sending cold shivers throughout her. She remained silent however, honestly unsure with how to answer that question. A small groan of sorts erupted from her when she felt Joker trace her bottom lip with his tongue, and her breath hitched in her throat. "You want me to fuck you?" He whispered.
"Yes," came Kat's low voice a short second after, her eyes sliding shut as her grip loosened on him ever so slightly.
"Yes what?" Joker grumbled, a crash of thunder following his request for a more polite answer.
"Yes ple-" her answer was never finished, and she gasped as Joker suddenly grabbed her wrists with a growl and he pinned them down on either side of her head, real time coming back instantly now. A loud moan flew out of Kat's mouth, practically echoing throughout the room as Joker pounded himself into her, pushing himself in to the hilt. His jaw dropped slightly, and he groaned as Kat's wet and tight walls clamped tightly around him. Her breath hitched in her throat, and it took everything she had in her not to finish at that very second. The tension and the build up to their current position had been insanely intense, more so than Kat had ever experienced with anyone else. But she was left no time to think, and she cried out in both pleasure and slight pain as Joker started to thrust himself into her. He tightened his grip on her wrists as he stared down into her eyes through the dark, his hips moving in a harsh rhythm against her as he wished he could see Kat staring back up at him. Kat slid her nails down his chest before her hands traveled back up to his hair, and she gripped it tightly, pulling Joker down for another kiss.
She groaned out against his lips before she tilted her head back to moan out his name, her entire body tingling as Joker continued with his fast rhythm. He finally let go of Kat's sore wrists to slide his calloused fingertips down her body, and Kat gasped when Joker grabbed her hips, and in one smooth motion he flipped their position over, their bodies never losing contact. Kat's jaw had dropped in surprise, her eyes wide with wonder, but she recovered quickly and she placed her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails again into his skin as she straddled him. Joker gritted his teeth as his hands found her hips again, and he sighed deeply through his nose as Kat started to move her hips around in small, tight circles. The feeling was electrifying, and he slid his eyes closed as he tightened his grip on her, moving his hands along with her hips, keeping her circles perfect and tight.
Loud moans escaped from Kat as she continued to move her hips, until she let out sudden whimper, her body seconds from finishing. But she found herself desperate, and she was going to do all she could to make it as intense as possible so she could hopefully completely wash away the built up feelings She took her hands from Joker's shoulders and hoisted herself on her knees before she slowly lowered herself back down, and she grinned as Joker let out a deep, demonic growl. Joker's grip tightened as she gained speed, the squeaks from the bed just barely louder than the rain outside. Kat closed her eyes tightly as she panted, that familiar feeling quickly inching its way closer to her until finally the orgasm tore through her, stealing all her strength as the most wonderful feeling in the world pulsated throughout her. With a large sigh Joker yanked her down onto him, keeping her in place, and he tilted his head back with another growl as he released himself into her. Kat bit her lip, the feeling of Joker's throbbing dick still inside her doing wonders to wrap up the sensation, but with a large sigh she finally lifted herself off of him and she plopped down back in her spot next to him.
Joker scooted back to his side of the bed while Kat turned to face him, and he found her to be grinning at him when lightening illuminated his room, thunder bursting through the night shortly after. Kat's body still shaking with lust, she reached out towards Joker as he placed his hands on either side of her head, their lips meeting forcibly somewhere in the middle. The kiss was short and rough, and all too soon Joker pulled away with a sly grin of his own.
"I hope you know," he started, his voice low and rough as he grabbed the comforter to cover back up with it while he allowed Kat to situate herself underneath it as well. "That you lost your game."
"No," Kat argued back, and she turned around, resting her head on her own pillow now. "You did."
The standings were left a mystery, and Kat grinned to herself as she scooted back towards Joker, fitting her body perfectly next to his. He breathed out in what sounded like slight annoyance, his breath warm as it traveled past the profile of Kat's face, but Joker did nothing to distance himself from her, and instead he allowed his eyes to close as he took in the wonderful sound of the rain pounding on the window.
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Waking up peacefully the next morning, memories of the night instantly came rushing back to Kat, and she felt her face redden slightly as she finally opened her eyes, knowing today was going to be a long day. The bright sunlight shone through the part in Joker's curtains, lighting up his bedroom in such a way that made Kat realize quickly why he most likely kept it so dark. Staring at the wall in front of her, Kat noticed how beat up and scratched the now closed, dark wood bathroom door was. Curiously she sat up, yawning first before she looked forward to face the rest of his room, noticing in the corner of her eye that she was alone.
With the light she now could see the intensity of the "ha" wall. All she had seen the night before were the larger, much darker and deeper etchings, but now Kat could make out various little ones all over the wall around the larger letters. Her eyebrows met in the middle in slight confusion as she wondered vaguely why he had done that or how long it had taken him.
Voices from downstairs jerked Kat out of her further exploration with her eyes of Joker's room, and in a slight panic she glanced around for her clothes. She found her tank top on the floor next to her while her pants lay partially under the bed at the foot of it, and after quickly pulling them up she situated her hair over her shoulders before she glanced back over to his bathroom door, curiosity getting the better of her. She pushed open the door slowly, and she reached for the wall next to her, feeling for a light switch. Once the room was illuminated, her lips parted slightly as she took in how rather clean the room was. The shower/tub seemed massive while a large mirror sat behind the black and white counter in front of her, a large white sink in the middle. She finally turned off the light and backed out of the room, now suddenly dreading using the bathroom downstairs more than ever now that she had sneaked a peek into Joker's.
Now she took a step closer to the door, her heart pounding harshly against her chest as she fretted what her next encounter with Joker was going to be like. Her mind pictured the worst, naturally, but the fact that she was still alive and well this morning, and still in Joker room, alone, had to mean something, right? She closed her eyes and took a deep, steadying breath before she finally twisted the handle of the door to open it.
Stepping onto the landing, the first thing she noticed was Bozo and Bacardi in the living room, their heads turn in her direction. She paused, staring back at Bacardi, until he suddenly turned away to face the TV, his face expressionless. Bozo remained staring at her, his face blank, and with a nervous swallow Kat proceeded down the stairs, able to see Joker's legs as he sat at the table, the rest of his body hidden by the wall. She slowly stepped into the kitchen, taking in how relaxed Joker appeared to be. His knee bounced up and down while he looked over the newspaper, and her heart gave a violent pang once he glanced up at her from over the paper.
They both stared at each other, unsure as to what the other was feeling. It seemed as though they had become completely different people the night before, and now, as the silent seconds ticked on, they were back to themselves. Kat had no idea how wrong she was, however.
Joker's eyes wandered down her body quickly before they found her eyes again, and he stared deeply in them, searching for any sign of fear or regret. If anything she looked slightly angry, which was to be expected, he knew, and he smirked as he looked back down to the paper. Last night had left Joker with much to think about, and his mind had not stopped racing since waking up that morning. He had gotten up early, showered, put on his face-paint and gotten dressed somehow without even waking Kat. She had been cuddled down peacefully in his bed, hugging the blankets next to her with her head nuzzled comfortably into his purple pillow, which brought up the first question he had to ask himself: had letting her actually sleep in his bed after what they had done been more of a bad thing than he had anticipated?
Joker wanted to say he never would have seen last night coming in a million years, when the truth was he had been expecting it ever since he picked up on Kat's game. It was obvious that Kat had wanted it, what she was trying to do, but what he didn't expect that he'd want it just as bad. Last night did not mean anything whatsoever to him, and he was positive it didn't to Kat either, but the act itself had been ridiculously intense, almost more so than he had ever experienced, and he could not figure out why. He felt no different towards Kat, she was still some hostile chick he had kidnapped to toy around with, regardless of how well their bodies had fit together. He had wanted to do things different with this one, and so far his unspecified plan was working out for him.
Now, he felt Kat still looking at him, but he ignored it and pretended be reading. A strong, wonderful energy was pulsating throughout him, an energy he hadn't felt in a while. As odd as it was to admit, last night had been rather great, and he took a minute to try and recall the last time he could remember a girl actually participating back with him. Perhaps that's where this energy was coming from. He never would have guessed Kat to be so eager and straight forward, especially given her shitty attitude on her situation, but it only worked out in Joker's favor. Next time, however, there were just a few things he'd like to change.
Next time. Joker repeated the words in head, left to wonder why he had thought them so easily. Would there even be a next time? While he was able to think rationally he knew there wouldn't be, there couldn't be. But the night before, with the mood and tension just right, he was completely unable to control himself. With a slight growl he quickly and noisily turned the page, deciding he was through thinking it. He didn't care...
It seemed as though something had been quick to make Joker angry, and Kat quickly stopped herself from speaking. She shifted her weight in a somewhat nervous manner before she crossed her arms, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she stared at his knee that had seized its bouncing. From the corner of her eye she noticed Joker look back up at her before he cleared his throat.
"Is there something you wanted?" He asked as he cocked an eyebrow, his voice deep and loud, and Kat quickly looked up to him, her mouth opening slightly.
"Can I..." she started, only to stop and take a deep breath before she suddenly straightened up. "Can I use your shower?" It was the only thing she could think of to say at this point, and after glancing into his bathroom that morning she realized quickly how much better it seemed that the bathroom downstairs. Joker smirked at her before he folded the paper to place it down, revealing the half emptied glass of orange juice it had been hiding.
"Why?" He asked now before he took a sip, and he remained staring up at Kat.
Kat shrugged. "The one down here is disgusting," she said, and she looked away slightly, already able to guess his answer.
"Fine," Joker said simply as he finished the rest of his orange juice. With confused eyes Kat glanced back up to him, surprised, but she was quick to turn to go get her shampoo from the bathroom and start back upstairs without a word before Joker could change his answer, and he was left to wonder why he had even said yes in the first place.
Kat couldn't help but smile as she reached out a blue towel from one of the large cabinets under the sink. Finally, with the door locked, the giant, clean shower emitting an enticing mist as the water ran hot, and a big, thick towel in her hands, Kat felt as though she could enjoy her shower for once. She placed the towel on the sink before she took her shirt off, tossing it to the ground, but she paused, however, when she caught sight of her wrists. She held them up closer to herself and she frowned as she stared at the deep blue and yellow bruises spread all around them. She rotated them around, finally taking note of the pain, and after removing her pants she sighed loudly when she noticed the faint bruises on her hips. She shook her head as she stepped into the shower now, the water burning her slightly until she allowed herself to relax.
She had no idea that Joker had squeezed hard enough on her to emit bruises, but last night she had been so wrapped up in the moment she failed to notice anything, really. She wanted to feel disappointed in herself, and part of her did, but it seemed as though an animal had been woken up inside her, leaving her hungry for another taste, despite her best efforts to rid the feeling.
That alone was sickening, however. Why was she harboring these feelings of wanting to do that again with the sick and twisted man that had kidnapped her from her life? What sense, on any planet or in any universe, did that make? She was left unsure, however, if her game had backfired or not. Who had lost? Who had won? Who had given in to the other first?
It certainly wasn't her, it couldn't have been. She had been playing her game longer than Joker had, leaving her the stronger contender in her mind. As she was forced to think back, butterflies started up again in her stomach as she recalled herself hungrily reaching out for him, something snapping in her to cause her to lose control. But as she continued to think back over it, the more she realized how badly she wanted it again.
With a small growl of her own she turned off the water a good fifteen minutes later, and she wrapped herself up in the thick, blue towel. She didn't want to have this desire burning through her. She was smarter than this, she was the queen of self control, but the butterflies, shocks and shudders made it hard to think straight. She leaned against the bathroom counter while visions of Joker hoisting her onto it and pushing her against the mirror as he roughly kissed her came to her mind. She closed her tightly in hopes to make it go away, but in the darkness she could only picture it more clearly. She licked her lips as she leaned off the counter to turn around, and she wiped away the fog on the mirror to stare into her reflection. Perhaps she could figure out a way to make this work. She knew if she didn't satisfy this one more time, once being enough for these feelings to go away hopefully, she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything, and the hunger would eat her alive. She pursed her lips to the side in thought as she stared into her own eyes. Perhaps she could trick him into making the first move. That way he would be the one who initiated it, leaving Kat to remain the victim and the winner of her game ultimately. Her idea was good, given if Joker actually was sitting downstairs, feeling the same way.
Kat placed her hair over one shoulder as she let the towel loosely hang behind her again, the fabric dipping low to expose her entire back while it rested just above her ass. She knew for the time being she'd just have to pretend nobody else was around, and as she stepped towards the bathroom door she hoped he was still alone in the kitchen.
She paused with a start once she opened the door, and she stared into the darkness of Joker's room. Apparently he had come up and closed his curtains, and even fixed the sheets on his bed. But the room was empty, and Kat ventured across it to his closed door. She slowly opened it, and her heart skipped a beat when she noticed Joker still sitting in the kitchen. He was reading the paper again, but this time he held a knife in his hand, and he loosely pivoted the sharp blade back and forth into the wood of the table idly as he read. Kat swallowed, unsure about her plan now that she noticed he had a knife, but there was something about his appearance of wearing black, leather gloves with his black shirt sleeves pushed up that forced her to start down the stairs. She ignored Bozo and Bacardi, who were still in the living room, and she took a deep breath, transforming her look of nervousness into a look of flat blankness, and she stepped into the kitchen.
Joker looked up from the paper, his pivoting stopping as he stared at her, his eyes instantly wandering over her slightly exposed body behind his towel. He raised an eyebrow, and a quick feeling of dizziness ran through him when Kat glanced over at him, her eyes staring deeply into his before she turned to the fridge to grab a small bottle of water. Joker took the minute to admire the curve of her ass, even behind the thick towel, when his eyes traveled back up to her face once she leaned away from the fridge. She eyed him up and down quickly, hungrily, before a smirk appeared on her face, and without a word she turned to leave the kitchen, swaying her hips as she climbed the stairs.
Joker licked his lips as he processed what he had just seen, thinking it over in his mind. Was that a hint of sorts directed to him to follow her, or was she simply bringing back her game to tease and taunt him, to point out what was never going to happen again? Either way, that lusty look could not go unpunished, so after slamming his knife down into the wood of the table Joker stood from the table and headed up the stairs.
Kat's heart pounded violently as she listened to Joker's heavy and quick footsteps on the stairs, and just as she had reached the bathroom she heard him push open his door, close it behind him, and start towards her. Worry sprang through her, but once he appeared in the doorway behind her she took a deep breath and bravely turned around. Joker glared at her with narrowed eyes, and he took a step into the bathroom, enjoying the slight look of fear that fell onto Kat's face as he cracked his knuckles.
"I uh, couldn't help but notice that look you gave me in the kitchen," he started, and he stopped a foot away from her as she leaned against the counter, placing one palm on it while her other hand held her towel in front of her.
"What look?" She asked back, her words sending a dizzy spell over her of both want and fear. Joker stared at her blankly for a minute until a grin met his lips, and he took a step closer to her, finally understanding what was going on. He let out a breathless laugh, and Kat's body tensed slightly as he rested his gloved hands on counter on either side of her, and it took everything in her to hold herself back.
Joker glanced down to her hand, noticing how loosely she was holding the towel against her, and he refrained from tearing the towel from her body. His eyes roamed back up to her face as his grin widened. "What do you want?" He growled slowly, his voice low and deep, the tone sending a wave of goosebumps over Kat's body.
Her eyes dropped down to his painted lips, and she stared at them, idly licking her bottom lip before she looked back into Joker's dark eyes, just able to see that dark blue, rich color in them. "Isn't it obvious?" She answered with a question, wishing widely that Joker would do something already. She didn't expect that sexual tension to be so thick again, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to losing her second round. Joker's eyes fell to her lips, and he watched as she gently bit down on her bottom one, not aware that her eyes had fallen to his lips as well.
In an flash they both leaned forward, instantaneously locking their lips together. Joker's hands found her hips and he squeezed them, quick to realize that he did not like the heavy fabric covering Kat's delicate body. As if her vision had given her insight into the future, Joker lifted Kat easily onto the counter, and he grabbed her wrist, the leather cool against her warm skin as he brought her hand down to let the towel fall. She spread her legs, allowing Joker to lean in between them as his tongue sneaked out to trace the curve of her upper lip. Kat sighed as she opened her mouth, hungrily bringing back the kiss, and she ran her hands slowly up his exposed forearms before she clutched the fabric of his shirt on his upper arms, pulling it, desperate to bring him closer to her.
The hot steam in the bathroom was not helping matters much, given the certain situation had already caused them both to feel ridiculously heated, so as Joker grabbed her hips again Kat instinctively wrapped her legs around Joker's body as he lifted her from the counter to carry her into his room, the towel handing loosely from behind Kat.
He dropped her onto the foot of his bed, laying her lengthwise on it as he hovered over her, and a small growl escaped him as he pulled the towel from under her to angrily throw it at the wall in front of them. His lips instantly met hers again, and they moved quickly against each other as Kat wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer. His hands traveled down her body, the material of his gloves cool and smooth, and he lightly ran his fingertips down Kat's thighs. She groaned slightly against him as she ran her hands over his chest, her fingers immediately struggling to undo the buttons on his shirt. Joker was just about to help her when a sudden knock on the door tore them from the mood, and they both glanced over at it before their gaze met each others again, Kat's eyes wide with worry while a look of realization overcame Joker.
"What?" Joker shouted quickly and loudly, causing Kat to flinch slightly from under him as he turned his head to glance back at his door.
"Th-there's a phone call for you, boss," came Bozo's slightly nervous voice on the other side of the door, and he stammered his weight side to side in nervousness of disturbing the Joker in his own room. "I-it's Philip. Something's going on with Mr. Gibbins...?" Bozo rambled on when Joker was silent. With a large sigh Joker pushed himself up off the bed and headed over to his door, leaving Kat to quickly sit up on the bed so she could cross her legs and fold her arm across her breasts in a panic. Joker, however, had only opened the door a crack, and he frowned deeply as he stared at Bozo.
"What's going on?" He mumbled.
"Apparently Conrad's having- well... second thoughts," Bozo started nervously, in fear that Joker would take out his annoyance and anger on him, but instead Joker sighed.
"Second thoughts?" He repeated, leaving Bozo to nod, and he focused wholeheartedly on keeping his eyes glued to Joker's, and not letting them wander behind him to the inner depths of his hellish bedroom where he knew Kat to currently reside. Joker closed his eyes tightly and placed his thumb and index finger in the corner of them and squeezed on the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache before he looked back to Bozo. "Guess that's a problem then," he added calmly, leaving Bozo to nod again quickly. From behind him Kat remained on the bed, covering up and breathing deeply as she strained to hear what they were saying, but in an instant she watched as Joker quickly slipped past his door, noisily shutting it behind him.
Now Kat closed her eyes as she took in a deep breath before she turned around to speedily grab her discarded towel. With realization flowing through her she was forced to think over what she had done, the tactic she had used to get Joker to follow her upstairs. She groaned slightly as she wrapped the towel around herself, her heart racing, though this time with anxious and angry energy over her stupidity. It seemed now she had to go back to her first rule of completely avoiding Joker again to avoid that strong sexual tension that constantly over came them when alone. This constant battle would kill her in the end, mentally and she was quite certain physically as well.
But she knew this would be difficult, however, for when she opened the door she found herself staring at Joker's broad back, wide shoulders and his exposed arms and black gloves as he headed towards the front door to step outside with Bozo. The memory of how those gloves felt on her warm skin entered her mind and she absentmindedly bit her lip, that familiar rush flowing through her again, but once he had closed the door, distancing himself from her, she stepped out of his room, furiously slamming his door shut behind her and she stormed into her bedroom.