Warning: Adult themes and sexual content are present in this chapter.

Chapter 10: My Name is Jack

She spotted him before anyone else, but he soon made his presence known as he threw the crooked cop out of the elevator and fired a shot into the air.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he called out and Scarlett was pushed back as the crowd around her surged to get out of the way, she wanted to go to him, but she was moved with the crowd. She was desperate for him to see her.

"We are tonight's entertainment," he said taking a prawn with a stick in it off the table, he bit just the tomato off the end before throwing the rest back where he had found it.

"I only have one question:" he said still chewing the tomato.

"Where is Harvey Dent?"

He stood for a second waiting for somebody to speak up and when no one did, he turned back towards the way he came from to speak to the crowd.

He held his gun towards some women in front of Scarlett and she whimpered at his closeness, but he didn't look her. Instead, an older woman beside her rubbed Scarlett's arm having mistaken her whimper as fear.

He took the glass from the hand of one of the women in front of her violently, spilling most of the contents but he poured the rest into his mouth regardless. Before he stalked off into the room again, slamming the glass down onto the table as he went. The crowd she was in began to move trying to get the elevator and escape, but one of The Joker's men stopped them ushering them away with his gun.

Slowly Scarlett moved her way to the back of the crowd she had found herself within and tried to move along following The Joker without being noticed.

"You know where Harvey is? You know who he is?" The Joker said moving along the people in the room, hitting them slightly as he spoke to them.

"Do you know where I can find Harvey? I need to talk to him about something, just something little huh?" he said reaching out to a man and gripping his face in his hand.

"No," he said shaking the man head for him with his hand.

"You know I'll settle for his loved ones," said The Joker to an older man, Scarlett had managed to push her way closer so she was now only a few people away but The Joker was still yet to notice her.

"We're not intimidated by thugs." said the man defiantly, and Scarlett tried not to laugh.

The Joker looked at him strangely as he stuffed another entrée into his mouth, he looked at him closely and the man did not back away.

"You know..." he said slamming his gun down onto the small side table.

"You remind me of my father" The Joker spat before he grabbed the man's head with one hand and brought his knife up to the man's face with the other.

"I hated my father." He growled holding the man in a tight grip.

"Okay, stop!"Rachel's voice rang out through the silence. The Joker turned to her before he pushed the man away and began his way towards her.

"Well, hello, beautiful." he purred. Scarlett felt her stomach drop as she chewed down her jealousy.

He made his way towards Rachel and he pushed his hair out of his face slightly, licking his lips.

"You must be Harvey's squeeze. Hm?" he questioned approaching her and pointing his knife at her slightly.

"and you are beautiful," he said moving around Rachel and the brunette turned watching him. Scarlett's jealousy had turned to rage now and she wondered what Rachel's head would look like on a pike.

He moved closer to her and Rachel grimaced and pulled away her body going stiff. They were now standing face to face.

"Oh, you look nervous. Is it the scars?" he cooed at her and Scarlett felt relief as his flirting turned into intimidation.

"You wanna know how I got them?" he asked her and Rachel pulled her face away from his, but he nodded at her slightly. He grabbed her head in the same way he had grabbed the old man's and held her tightly with one hand.

"Come here. Hey." He said as Rachel tried to pull out of his tight grasp.

"Look at me." He said pulling her face round to look at him, his knife up to her face now.

"So I had a wife. She was beautiful, like you.." he began his voice soft and sweet, and Scarlett wondered if he was lying. She had never asked how he got his scars, it had never really crossed her mind.

"Who tells me I worry too much... who tells me I ought to smile more... who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks. Hey," he said as Rachel tries to pull her face away again.

"One day they carve her face. And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just wanna see her smile again. Hm? I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars!" he said shaking Rachel's head slightly in his grasp.

"So... I stick a razor in my mouth and do this.." he turned his head so she could see both sides of his scars more closely. "To myself," he says.

"And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me," he said his voice louder than before.

"She leaves. Now I see the funny side, now I'm always smiling" he said holding his hands out. Rachel throws out a kick in The Joker's groin but he doesn't seem that bothered as he laughs slightly at her but moves away nonetheless.

"You got a little fight in you. I like that," he said moving back towards Rachel, his knife out. The Bat came out of nowhere and was suddenly right by The Joker.

"Then you're gonna love me." The Bat growled and hit the Joker so hard the clown flew backwards.

The Bat grappled with the Joker's men as they began to attack, Scarlett tried to make her way towards where the Joker had fallen, but the crowd was getting denser as they pushed back away from the fight.

The Joker was up again in no time and he grabbed one of his men and threw him towards Batman. Finally one of the Jokers men landed a punch and the Bat fell to the floor and The Joker attacked. Kicking the bat with a blade that came out the toe of his boot. The Joker's men held the struggling Bat and the Joker kicked him repeatedly, but in a split second The Bat was back in control as he threw the Joker's man over his shoulder, before hitting the Joker to the floor again. As the Bat was distracted by another henchman, the Joker grabbed a gun from the floor and launched himself at Rachel. By the time the Bat looked up, the Joker had Rachel in his grip the gun cocked, loaded and pointed at her head.

"Drop the gun." said The Bat gruffly.

"Oh, sure. You just take off your little mask and show us all who you really are. Hm?" the Joker said backing himself and Rachel away and closer to the enormous floor length window. The Bat didn't speak and The Joker let out a single laugh before he pointed the gun behind him and shot the window, the glass exploding instantly.

With one swift motion, he had moved Rachel behind him and was now dangling her with one hand out the window. The high top winds blowing her hair around her face.

"Let her go." The Bat demanded and the Joker grinned.

"Very poor choice of words," he said to the Bat as she released his grip on Rachel's arm allowing her to fall from view, the Bat threw himself after her and out of view.

The room erupted into pandemonium with the Bat gone, people no longer had any hope of safety. The crowds rushed to the elevators and emergency staircase, rushing past the goons without much care. Scarlett stood stock still in the middle of the room staring at the man who still hadn't looked at her. The room was emptying fast as the goons struggled to keep the people where they were, and without instruction otherwise from the Joker seemed happy to let them go. Scarlett stood where she was. being buffeted from side to side by the fleeing guests simply staring at the clown in front of her.

The Joker finally turned to face her direction as the last of the crowd crammed themselves into the elevator, the door squeezing shut behind them.

"Boys let go" he shouted picking his gun up and stuffing it into a pocket. Finally, he noticed her.

"Hello beautiful," he said coyly licking his lips.

"Did you have a wife?" Scarlett said suddenly and he let out a loud laugh.

"No. Why are you jealous?" he said moving towards her and pulling off his gloves before stuffing them in his pocket.

"Not of her," Scarlett said truthfully and the Joker turned his head to the side looking at her with a coy smile on his face. Was his Jester upset?

"Of Harvey's plaything?" he questioned but she didn't speak as he was now practically on top of her.

"She is nothing." he cooed and Scarlett let out a purr.

"Not compared to you," he said and again she purred.

"I love the dress, by the way, almost didn't recognise you," he said his voice lower than before, as his lips went to her ear. His voice filling her up, as he licked one of her ears playfully.

"That's the kind of dress that can make a man truly crazy!" he said and finally he touched her. His hands moving around her waist before slowly they moved down her side till he was gripping her arse with both hands. His mouth still on her ear, she threw her head back as a fire lit between her thighs. She let out a noise close to a cry and a moan. The Joker moved his face round to look her in the eyes, his pupils were blown wide making his already dark eyes even darker.

There was a loud bang from somewhere below them and the Joker moved away from her quickly, before grabbing her hand and leading her to the fire escape. Her head was fuzzy as they flew down the stairs the Jokers men following until finally, they were at the bottom. The Joker pulled her into a waiting car with him before shutting the door. The car took off, filtering into the procession of cars filled with fleeing party guests. The Joker sighed loudly.

He turned to her jumping up and down in his seat slightly.

"That was fun!" he cried gleefully and she grinned, he was like a toddler at Christmas.

"Didn't get Dent though," he said and his smile faded somewhat.

"I wonder what I could I do instead, to take my mind off of losing Dent," he said and his hand was suddenly on her thigh and very quickly moving up. She let out a gasp and he grinned, leaning closer to her.

"Maybe you should come back to mine" he purred his voice deep, and she shut her eyes and merely nodded.

'His' was not a house or even a run-down building as she had imaged but rather an enormous warehouse, he pulled her out of the car roughly and showed her inside.

Inside was a huge empty space, there was a couple of sofas and a TV, and in the corner was a table full of weapons. Ahead was a set of wooden steps that lead up to the mezzanine floor above. He led her up the steps quickly the boys followed behind but stopped at the sofas and threw themselves down. He stopped for a second at the top of the stairs and turned to them.

"Disturb us and you're as good as dead" he warned them and they all nodded. The Joker took her hand again and led her past two heavy doors and down a small narrow corridor, at the end. He pushed the door open and motioned for her to go inside. It was dark but there was a dim light on the bedside table lighting up the room in a soft yellow glow.

There was a four-poster bed in the middle some of the drapes had been ripped in places, but she was surprised to see they looked almost cleaned. This must have been a mob hideout they had given to the Joker when they had hired him. There was another door that led to an ensuite bathroom, which was much more dishevelled. Grease paints of white, black and red had been rubbed up the wall around the mirror and the shower curtain had been ripped in half. The wooden floor creaked as she moved further into the room. Papers crumpled under her feet, but they already had footprints on them so she did not worry about what she was stepping on. The lamp on the left side of the bed had been ripped from the wall and no longer worked. Through one window by the bed she could see the rest of Gotham Industrial estate.

She stood in the middle of the room unsure what to do. She heard him move behind her, shutting the door and discarding his coat and jacket but she didn't turn to look at him. He stood behind her his chest flush to her back as he whispered in her ear.

"You look amazing" he purred his hand moving down her sides again. She leant her head back hitting his shoulder and he moved his mouth to kiss her throat. She hummed and he growled. He ran his hand along her arm pulling her hand up before he twirled her around to face him roughly. His make-up was rubbing off in places and she reached out to him. He grabbed her tightly by the waist before she could reach him and walked her backwards until her legs hit the foot of the bed. They fell into the blankets below. He pulled her shoes off throwing them behind him and they collided with the door with a loud thud. Before he climbed up the bed, on top of her.

She whimpered beneath him, her centre was on fire. He kicked off his shoes and socks and stared down at her. One arm holding himself up on the bed the other placed on her waist. He moved his hand to brush his green-tinged locks out of his face, and he grinned at her in a most mischievous way. She laughed her nervousness, anticipation and excitement all mixing into a strange emotion leaving her slightly speechless and incredibly twitchy.

"You look nervous," he said quietly and she shrugged slightly at him, he reached his hand up to brush her hair out of her face.

"Don't worry gorgeous, you'll like it" he assured her and she grinned at him. She leant up to kiss him, but he moved his face away from her own. There was a glint in his eye as the hand beside her head moved quickly down her body until it was pushing up her long skirt. He pushed it so it gathered around her waist uncomfortably but she didn't mind as she quivered beneath him. His hand moved agonisingly slowly, clearly, he was loving the effect he had over her. His face filled with a glorious smirk as his hand finally came into contact, through her panties, with her eager centre, and she let out a deep animistic groan of pleasure.

"Calm yourself I'm nowhere near done with you yet" he muttered as she lowered his face to finally kiss her. His scarred mouth was an expert and she kissed back hungrily her hands moving into his hair as she gripped large handfuls of it tightly. He growled as she pulled on his hair, it only seemed to encourage him more as he hitched up her skirt higher and moved his hand below to the top of her lacy underwear. She let out something close to a scream as his calloused finger touched her already pulsing clit. He let out a laugh she had never heard before, it was deep and testosterone filled. He began to rub agonisingly slow circles and with every movement Scarlett let out another shallow breath. He seemed to be enjoying himself as he watched her face with every movement she made. He was in control, she was his to play. However, if she would shut her eyes he would stop until she looked at him again. Or he would whisper to her, to look at him and until she did he would not continue. Though his ministrations on her body were slow, she soon found herself close to the edge and her shallow breaths had turned into harsh pants as his movements speed up. When she did finally surrender to it, he allowed her to shut her eyes, her screams of pleasure enough to satisfy him. As she came back down from her high he removed her dress pulling it off her feet and discarding it on the ground. For a second he stood at the bottom of the bed and examined the creature below him with his penetrating gaze.

"You are exquisite" he groaned slightly. Though her body was not exactly as it had been in his dreams. Though it was was just a smooth as he had imaged, her skin was not flawless. She lay on the bed in front of him in nothing but her underwear. She was classically beautiful with long legs, an almost flat stomach, above average breast size, wide hips and a narrow waist. Her midnight black hair was spread out behind her like the halo of a fallen angel. She was perfect even the large red angry looking scar that ran along the middle of her stomach from the bottom of her ribs to her hip bone on the other side, was not enough for him to not think her anything but perfect. But then why wouldn't she be, he didn't play with broken toys.

He climbed back on top of her and Scarlett tried to pinch herself, this was simply too good to be true. She unbuttoned his waistcoat and slipped it off his shoulders before beginning work on his shirt. He moved himself in between her legs and spread them out a little further. She removed his tie and shirt quickly and threw them with the rest of the forgotten clothes on the floor. His body was toned and his strength was evident, his skin pale and covered with scars. He hummed slightly as he pulled out his knife and placed it with the flat side down to her face. She hummed in return and his pushed his excitement into the inside of her thigh through his clothes. He left the knife on her chest as he moved down to remove her panties. The cold air was enough to make her buck her hips up and he laughed slightly. The knife slid down her breast cutting into them as she moved. He frowned at her before he bent low and licked the tiny wound, she hummed again and he grinned.

Finally, he was at his breaking point. He cut her bra from her with his knife before he stood and removed the rest of his clothes, he didn't give her time to adjust as he was soon back on top of her. His knife on her face and himself position at her core. He didn't speak but a small grunt escaped his lips as he entered her full force, she let out a squeal as the knife moved up her face and cut into her eyelid sharply. He stopped all his movements, he had never heard her make that sound before he looked at her face. She smiled at him reassuringly although her right bottom eyelid was completely split in half and bleeding heavily. Her eye watered but other than her eyelid she seemed unharmed.

"Don't stop" she purred and he didn't intend to. Scarlett's eye pain was soon forgotten as rising feeling from deep within her was bubbling to the surface. He threw the knife to the ground and put both hands on her hips as his thrusts became more powerful and increasingly violent, but Scarlett didn't mind as her orgasm overtook her brain and she let out screams of pleasure at an ever-increasing volume.

"J..." she tried out his name but as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her words died out.

He smirked as she quivered and twitched underneath him. One hand on her hip helping him get in deeper and the other on her breast. She reached her hands up to his back, where her nails stuck into his skin, raking their way down his back painfully but again this only encouraged him as he began to move quicker.

Scarlett's orgasms were coming too often and so fast she was having very little downtime between. Soon her mind was becoming hazy as she floated on cloud nine. She dug her nails into the flesh of his back again and he let out a grunt but it did not stop his thrusts or even slow him down. She needed something to bring her down to earth and so she reached up and rubbed her split eye. The pain surged through her like a bucket of ice water after being inside a volcano and she laughed. The Joker looked at her strangely and pulled her hand away from her broken eye, instead he lent down to her chest and bit her hard on the chest and she let out the best noise yet. It wasn't pleasure and it wasn't pain, it was something so much better. He pulled away as he felt her begin to pant again as another wave was about to crash over her, but his own climax was coming up fast and he slowed his movements slightly so as to prolong it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she let out another loud moan and he felt his release about to come. He placed a heavy hand on her collarbone to hold her in place as he leant back slightly, His arm was so heavy on her, Scarlett was sinking slightly into the old mattress. She was expecting something astronomical when he finally released but it was rather civilised. His eyes squeezed together slightly and he let out a deep long growl before his movements stopped completely and he collapsed on top her his head on her chest, as he listened to the rapid beating of her heart.

"J" she whispered and he moved to look at her, her eye had stopped bleeding but the trail of sticky red had run down the side of her face. He reached a hand up and rubbed the blood away. That was when he realised that he never wanted to see this woman hurt again, he had never meant to hurt her, he wanted to protect her. She was truly his now and he would hold onto her with all the strength he had. He carved her, he would break and burn anything that stood in the way of her. She was his.

"My name is Jack," he said quietly and she looked at him wide eyed. Scarlett had never imagined that would ever tell her his real name, but he had and she smiled wholly to show her appreciation for his offering.

"Just don't tell anyone, and don't call me that unless we are alone," he said moving off of her quickly and rolling onto his side of the bed. She watched him for a long time after his eyes slipped shut and he fell off to sleep, and she smiled as she too was consumed by the shadows.

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