A/N: Hey lovelies! This chapter is shorter again, I'm sorry! I'm a single Momma of a toddler and studying for a final exam I must take tomorrow. I wanted to post this though, it's a pretty important piece of the story =) I hope you enjoy the chapter! Thank you all for the Favs/Follow/Reviews!
(Chloe's POV)
The water was losing its heat slowly so I decided to switch it off. He told me to come up here and wait for him to join me. 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes later, he never showed. I sigh disappointed and reach for the towel, wrapping it around my body to dry myself off. I walk out and remember I don't have any clothes here again, rolling my eyes, why does this always happen to me in this house? He's got to have something I can wear. I open the bathroom door and step out into his bedroom, seeing him at his closet entrance.
He turns when he hears me, his eyes glance up to meet my own with a smile. He starts walking over to me slowly, and I notice the blood droplets he has on his chest and my eyes follow his body. His forearms and hands are the worst, red covered them and I felt bile threaten to come up at the sight. I know I've killed before, only one, and it was Thomas. My abuser. He deserved to die. But this is the Joker, he didn't kill people because they deserved it, he did it for his own reasons. There were always two sides to him, and I always looked over the second side in favor of the first. The first was playful, sexy, confident, strong, kind, and my savior. The second side I hadn't truly seen for what it was, it was the side I'd read in the papers, seen on the media, the man that tied up Thomas in the basement just for me, laughing while I tortured him, lusting after me when I killed him. The animal side. The one that stood before me now.
Did he kill one of his henchman? I scan his face, trying to decipher his expression. He had stopped walking towards me, his facial features relaxed, it seemed like he was trying to read me as well. The tension in the air thickened, my heart squeezing, I freeze on instinct. His expression changing within seconds, his jaw tightened, eyes filled with fire, and the dangerous smile that was on his face now directed towards me. I can't move as he steps towards me again, his walk different now, smoother and theatrical.
"Something on your mind?" He was scanning over me, waiting for my expression to change.
"No." I reply, trying to soften my face, not wanting to set him off further. He steps right in front of me, his eyes dangerous.
"Don't lie to me." His voice thick and dark, he could see through me.
"I'm sorry." It's an instinct to say this, to avoid conflict, my eyes break the gaze we shared and I scan the floor now not wanting this to escalate. He grabs my jaw, squeezing it, forcing my face up to look at his again.
"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" He whispers, clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, "tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me…" He seems to be toying with me, his painted smile large, showing his silver teeth. His eyes are wide, manically staring at me, waiting for my response.
"I was thinking two things, to be honest." My voice soft and steady, "One, why do I never have clothes in this house after I shower…" His smile grows, his eyes squinting. "Two, I was wondering if you killed someone downstairs." The pressure in the room was still thick, his dominating stare never leaving my face.
"Oh I didn't kill her, just had to teach a lesson." He placed his hand on my check, rubbing his thumb along my face, tracing my lips. I couldn't help but feel bad for Emma, relieved she wasn't dead. My thoughts snapped back to the moment I was sharing with him, I could feel the blood that was on his thumb smearing wherever he touched. My heart began to race, it's the first time I've ever felt total fear around him. This was a different mood than I had ever experienced with him and I needed to do something to break him of it. Getting an idea, I give him a playful smirk as I let go of the towel, allowing it to drop to the floor. I start to trace my fingertips gently up the sides of his abdomen, his large dangerous smile continues but his eyes are tearing me apart with greed.
"Something else on your mind, little minx?" His voice has turned sensual as he whispers down at me. He picks me up and my legs instinctually wrap around his waist, my arms placed on either side of his neck as he walks us towards the bathroom.
"Maybe." I give him a wink, trying to stay playful and get him out of that other mood he was in.
He walks into the shower and shuts the glass door behind us, turning on the water making it hot and steamy again. His water heater must be amazing since it's already heated everything back up. He presses me against the wall with his body, uncaring that he's still in his pants. He pulls the Arkham sweatpants off and tosses them to the side of the shower with his foot, leaving him and I completely naked together. He pulls away from me just enough to position himself and thrusts inside of me to the hilt. I scream out in pain, not expecting or even ready for him yet. He doesn't move, just watches my expression, the dangerous look was back. My heart clenches tightly and my anxiety spikes as he begins to thrust in and out of me at a fast pace. I clench my jaw together, pain at first but it eventually turned more to the pleasure. The pressure of him inside of me, his low growls, the nibbles and bites he was trailing on my shoulder and neck turned me on and I could feel my core start to produce more heat. I meet his thrusts, starting to roll my hips with him as he held me up with one arm against the wall.
Grabbing me with both arms he roughly places me on the shower tiled floor and he was on top of me just as quick, the water falling on his back and I was thankful it wasn't directly hitting my face. His left hand braced on the stone shower bench, his right hand snaked around my neck, his fingers squeezing a bit as he continued to move in and out of me. Arching my back, moving my hips in sync with his fast pace. His grip on my neck suddenly tightens and I can't breathe properly. Fear courses through me as he glares down into my eyes. Our sex becoming much rougher than normal, I was thankful he let go of my neck allowing me to draw in a much-needed breath. He leans over me, starting to pound into me, I scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he traces his tongue up my jawline to my earlobe. Wrapping my legs around his waist again I allow him better access and his thrusts become even sharper. Without notice I can feel his warm seed spilling into me. He pulls out of me and rams the shower door open and steps out. He grabs his own towel and wraps it around his waist, leaving me there on the tile floor with the shower still on. What just happened?
I get up and grab another towel, wrapping it around my body and tucking it in so it stays up without me holding onto it constantly. I stomp out of the bathroom, feeling confused and irritated. I run over the past few hours in my head, trying to connect the dots that lead to him acting like that. I had just risked everything for him by breaking him out of Arkham, we get back here and he wants me to wait for him upstairs, only for him to come up covered in blood and then nearly choke me out while we have extremely rough sex. Sex that I didn't even get a release from! Apart of me wanted to just shrug it off, try to think 'who cares, maybe he had an off moment' I take a deep breath… but that's how I always did things with Thomas. I'm supposed to be a stronger woman now, so instead, I push back my fear and decide to confront him. I'll stick up for myself, for once in my life, and let the pieces fall where they may. I walk up behind him in his walk-in closet, he still just has the towel around his waist while he rummages through a dresser.
I tap on his shoulder, wanting to get his attention, and it seems like his entire body froze at the sudden touch. He slowly turns to face me, lifting his eyes curiously.
"What the fuck was that?" My hands on my hips, clearly irritated, my voice coming out colder than intended.
For a moment, it looks like I take him off guard, his eyes wide in confusion and what seems like surprise. The moment quickly passes, his jaw rolling in anger and I'm met quickly with a sudden hard backhand to the face. Not expecting for him to smack me, I lose my footing and tumble to the floor. He picks me up by my arm roughly and rushes me out of the closest, only to slam me against the wall closest to his nightstand. This type of abuse I was used to, Thomas would shower me with this type for hours on end which nearly always resulted in me being knocked out or damn near unconscious, but it didn't change the fact this was fresh and coming from the man who was supposed to be my hero from this type of torture. I glare at him, deep into his blue eyes, not backing down. He pulls out his purple handgun from his nightstand and places it to my temple, smiling at me manically, his eyes gleaming with the adrenaline high he was on. Numbness took over my mind and flooded my body, I was done with this. He pulls the hammer back, cocking the gun so the next bullet was ready to fire through the chamber.
"Do it." I whisper, my voice strong and unemotional. I'm done being a coward!
(Joker's POV)
She glared up at me, her eyes unwavering of any type of emotion while I held the readied gun to her head. She told me to do it, daring me to! My itchy finger lingered over the trigger, pull it. No. Pull it.. No.. Pull it! No! I growled loudly at my indecisiveness, why the fuck couldn't I pull this trigger?! I let out a scream of frustration and turn to the vase in the corner, emptying every round the gun held into the shattering ceramic. Throwing the empty gun across the room I turn back to her, her eyes wide in surprise, I slam my hands hard against the wall on either side of her head.
"Glad you found some steel balls, Chloe dear… but just remember who you work for." I keep my voice low, threatening, reminding her that she belongs to me.
"Per the agreement we made when you asked for protection, you work for me as long as I say…" Her eyebrows quirk up in curiosity, seemingly surprised, her breathing a bit shallow. "and right now, I'm in need of a housemaid to do the cleaning, some cooking, and do whatever I ask from you. I'll have Johnny go to your hotel and check you out, fetch your shit, and you can have the guest bedroom you were in before. If you decide to wander away from the house and try to get out of the deal… well, you're very aware how good I am at finding people and putting them in my basement… Are we clear, dollface?" I smile down at her, showing her my teeth.
"Crystal." She whispers, her voice steady and her gaze never leaving my own.
"Now get the fuck out of my room." I hiss and back away from her. Johnny is standing at the door when she opens it and she pushes past him. I nod my head for him to join me and he walks in, scanning his eyes over the vase and to the gun I had thrown.
"She's a pistol." I clap my hands together, "Oh such a fucking pistol! Ha ha ha!"
"I came when I heard the gunshots but then I heard you talking so I just waited." He shrugged, smart move.
"Good call, Johnny boy." Heading back towards my closet to finish getting dressed, "Then you should have heard your next orders. Go back into town and get all her shit from her hotel and check her out. We have ourselves a new maid."
A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! What do you think so far? PLEASE, as I always ask, review, they encourage me to keep the story going and make me feel like I'm doing it ok =D Let me know what you think!
To My Reviewers:
DreamerNightingale: Thank you for the review awesome, means so much to me! I hope you enjoyed this last chapter too! Thank you for the thoughts on the chapter about Emma! It was hard to write, to be honest, but it would have been ooc if he would have let it go. =)
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Guest Meg: Thank you so much for the review! It means so much to me! It's not bad you ship Joker/Emma! =) I've gotten a couple PMs and others that are conflicted about who will end up with who! But I'm happy you love Chloe too! =D Oh wow thank you so much for all your compliments! I really appreciate that! I absolutely love this story and love writing it so I'm SO happy you're enjoying it! I really try my best on every chapter! ^.^ So I hope you enjoyed this chapter too and continue to love the story! Hope you are having a great day also, thank you!
Winter-Wido1791: Yes, she did get put into place very quickly! LOL I love your "I feel bad? Maybe." HA HA HA ( J laughing at your comment with me) He is a total beast and I love him for it! J is still struggling with himself but he knows he can't pull that trigger on her now! I really hope you liked this chapter too! Thank you so much for always reviewing and supporting me! You absolutely rock, girl! And I'll try to sneak in another Widow reference before the story ends, I love that girl, even though she's a Marvel goddess! =D
