Cassie was jolted from a deep slumber by a tingling sensation traveling down her spine.
She blinked her crystal eyes rapidly, adjusting to the dim light. She found she had been resting her head on the desk. I must've fallen asleep, she thought, raising her arms in a dainty stretch. She found that she could sense a chill on her calves, arms and chest. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a black and white Lolita-style dress with matching heels.
"What..?" This confused her greatly, but for some reason, she just shrugged it off. She could see outside the window that it was the middle of the night, maybe around one in the morning. The stars were twinkling brightly, and a full moon shone down on a quiet Gotham.
Suddenly, there was a small tapping noise on Cassie's office door, and she crossed the room to investigate.
She opened the door, but the threshold was empty. Strange... The hallway itself was dimly lit and barren. No surprise. Everyone except a few security guards had probably gone home a while ago. There was a noise, like heavy footsteps coming from down the hallway. Cassie found no harm in quenching her curiosity, so she followed the noise down the left side of the hallway, her own heels clicking sharply on the linoleum floor.
The footsteps continued, leading her down two flights of stairs to the second floor. Above her, the fluorescent lights blinked and faltered creepily, but she ventured on. Eventually, the noises led her to her interrogation room: room 103. Her brows pulled together in confusion, but she could sense movement behind the steel door. Cassie placed a shaky hand on the doorknob, and almost immediately, a wave of feeling overtook her entire body. She wasn't entirely sure, but it felt like a combination of fear, indifference, and an intense desire. The room was brightly lit and appeared empty at first, but as soon as her eyes adjusted, Cassie saw that she wasn't alone.
Joker had appeared, standing and facing a wall. He was wearing his purple suit, complete with velvet overcoat and dirty brown dress shoes. His unruly green curls shone in the light, and she saw that he was looking into a mirror, applying the last of the white face paint that completed his disguise. He smirked ironically when he spotted her, turning and opening his arms wide in a grand, inviting gesture. She approached him cautiously. Could she trust him? She felt scared, but he continued to smile down at her. Before she could decide on anything, in one swift motion, she was in his arms, and he was holding her tightly to his body.
She gasped, but didn't resist, burying her face in his broad chest. Her fear had dissolved, and she felt safe here, almost happy. His arms were slightly sculpted and felt strong around her. He smelled of a combination of wet dirt and aftershave, but she didn't care, inhaling deeply as he rested his cheek on the top of her head.
All of a sudden, Cassie found herself laying flat on top of the cold metal table. Joker had gone back to smirking, and there was a maniacal gleam in his dark eyes. He was tying her limbs down with pieces of ripped fabric, first her wrists, and then her ankles. She didn't put up a fight, knowing he could easily overpower her if she tried.
He was humming absentmindedly as he pulled every knot, his violet leather gloves grazing her porcelain skin. Joker stood back to admire his handiwork. He smiled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a switchblade. He clicked it open and approached her once more, chuckling deeply.
The Joker placed the blade on her neck, flat, so it wouldn't cut her. She flinched, but only because it was cold. He laughed at this, and began tracing the blade across her collarbone, down her right arm, across her stomach still covered by the fabric of the dress, and down her leg. Cassie shivered with anticipation.
Joker leaned down so that his face was mere inches from her own. With warm breath on her lips, Cassie stretched her neck and gently touched her lips to his. He looked shocked at first, but returned the kiss almost immediately. Then as soon as it began, it was over, leaving Cassie sulky and unsatisfied. He smirked knowingly, raising the small knife to her lips, where he made a small nick in the center of her lips.
She gasped sharply as she felt the tiny jolt of pain. She licked her lips and tasted the blood, metallic and bitter. Another pain, short-lasted and stinging. She looked down and saw that Joker had cut her again, this time just above her left breast. He leaned over and kissed the minute injury, allowing his moist lips to linger for a moment or two. He continued his sadistic pattern, first making the small cut, and then kissing away the tiny drops of blood. After a few minutes of this, Cassie was aware of her squirming, and the tingling sensation that had made its way up and between her legs. She was enjoying this; this demented act of sadism and masochism in real form, forever combined in a twisted, continuous cycle. Each cut left her gasping, and each touch of his lips left her moaning for more.
The dress was scrunched around her bosom now as the Joker worked his way up her thighs, hips, and to her stomach. He circled her belly button with the tip of his blade, creating a thin, red circle around it. Just when she was about to assume he was finished, he stood staring at her belly, as if contemplating the perfect spot to next inflict an injury.
He touched the blade to a spot just beneath her ribs, which poked out, slightly gaunt-like. She twitched a bit, but was anticipating the pain now, looking forward to it. Then, with a look of complete concentration, the Joker began to lightly carve a design into her skin.
This hurt more than the previous nicks, but she was able to tolerate it, gasping and moaning more out of pleasure than pain.
Finally, when he was finished, he bent over to untie her binds. She sat up, disoriented and confused. She felt the spot just below her ribs, and pushed her breasts flatter against her chest so she could see it better.
It was a tiny heart, red, inflamed, and irritated, surrounded by a circle of even tinier diamonds. The wound was bleeding slightly, and she was surprised when she felt the Joker's bare hand graze over it. He pulled his hand back, his fingers flecked with tiny droplets of blood. She watched in fascination as he brought them to his lips and licked, tasting her blood. He was smiling again, but it was different this time. It was less like the Joker, and more like the Jack she'd known and possibly even loved. He closed the short distance between them and kissed her again, slow and sensual. She happily submitted, holding his face with her hands. He bit her bottom lip hard, and she tasted blood again, but allowed him entrance. Their tongues found each other, and a low, guttural growl escaped from his throat. He pushed her down on the table again and crawled on top of her. His weight was crushing, but the feel of his body on top of hers only sent her into a frenzied lust. She pulled his head down and kissed him again, forceful and needy.
Joker ran a gloved hand up and down her arm and waist. They continued to kiss passionately, becoming more and more heated by the second. They had maneuvered so that Cassie was now straddling him. He'd shrugged out of his purple and orange overcoat and tossed it aside. She struggled to undo the buttons on his shiny green vest, and after that, his periwinkle dress shirt with the octagonal pattern. He'd discarded his gloves, and she felt tiny tremors rock her body as he ran his fingernails up and down her bare back.
She ripped open his shirt, revealing a taught stomach and well-built chest. Cassie focused her attention on his neck this time, lightly kissing and nibbling the tanned skin. Joker moaned softly, revealing that he was enjoying this just as much as she was.
Cassie continued to kiss him, moving from his neck to his collarbone, down the muscles of his chest and stomach to his hips, where the bones were very pronounced. She smirked slightly as she ran a hand over the quivering bulge in his pinstriped trousers. He was shaking, she could feel it. But just when she was about to unbutton his pants, Joker snatched her wrist and gripped it tightly. She nearly collapsed as a searing pain shot up her arm. He'd snapped her wrist.
The room was dark now, save for a single flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Cassie searched for his face, and she nearly screamed in terror as she realized that she was no longer in the Joker's presence.
Fear, cold and thick crept up her throat and spread throughout her entire body. This man she did not recognize loomed above her, his face hidden in shadow, and a dirty trench coat hanging off of his bulky frame.
Cassie held her wrist in her good hand, whimpering in pain. The man growled and slapped her across the face. She tasted blood again as she clutched her stinging cheek.
In a matter of seconds, she was on her back again, her binds back in place. But this time, she tried to resist, screaming in agony when she was forced to remember her broken wrist. The man climbed on top of her, unbuttoning his pants and breathing heavily. Cassie managed to free her right foot, and she kicked the man in the stomach as hard as she could.
The stranger doubled over, groaning in protest. Still bent over, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a knife. But it was not like the travel-sized pocket knives the Joker used. No, this was a steak knife, the kind you kept high on the kitchen counter. It gleamed menacingly, and the breath was knocked out of Cassie's lungs as the man buried the six inch blade in her stomach. Writhing in intense pain, Cassie nearly fainted when he wrenched it out, covered in her warm scarlet blood. He tossed the knife aside, chuckling darkly as it made a sharp clang on the concrete. He began the process of removing his pants once more as Cassie cried silently to herself. A pungent smell reached her nostrils, like rubbing alcohol and ammonium mixed with other chemicals. Fearing they might be toxic, she tried to breathe as little as possible, which wasn't hard, seeing as it felt as if her lungs had collapsed.
This time, the man simply threw himself onto her, and she hissed in pain, her chest rapidly moving up and down with her ragged breathing. Suddenly, without warning, this evil man had penetrated her, his movements heavy and forceful. For the first time in her entire life, Cassie wished she would die on the spot. It felt as if he was ripping her apart from the inside, shredding away at her flesh and marrow.
Cassie fell limp, hoping her lack of reaction would make him stop sooner. She'd grown weak from loss of blood, and her vision blurred around the edges. The only sounds she heard were his concentrated grunts and the flicker of the light bulb above. She felt she would vomit if there had been any fluids left in her punctured stomach. She could taste the bile, so she swallowed it down. It burned her throat.
She was slowly losing consciousness. She thought of Alex.. why wasn't he helping her? Where could he possibly be in her desperate time of need? She thought of Katherine, her mother, with her warm chocolate eyes and charming smile. She remembered her mother working in the small garden in their backyard, saying once that if you can't eat it, don't grow it.
But mostly, she thought of Jack White and the Joker. To her, they were one in the same. She imagined his hands in hers, gloved or ungloved, it didn't matter. She pictured them as a couple; going out to eat, stargazing in the park, curling up on a bed in each other's arms. Would they have gotten married? Yes, she thought, and it would have been a beautiful summer wedding, with all of their family and friends. They would honeymoon somewhere urban and exciting, like Paris or London or Rome. They would move away from Gotham, with it's gloomy skies, overwhelming skyscrapers and rising crime rate. Certainly it was no place to start a family and raise a child. A child they were sure to have...
Cassie lost herself in her fantasies, allowing her mind and body to go completely numb. She didn't care if her heart decided to stop beating on this moment. She was content with her imagination. She was content aching for what might have been...
A loud banging noise shook the entire foundation of the room.
Cassie was awoken in a cold sweat by the sounds of screams and gunshots.
