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The laughter is surrounding her, choking her with it's malicious intent.
The Joker must not have been here as I arrived.
There was laughter coming from his thugs as well.
"In two days, boys. Two days." She heard Joker's voice call back to them, footsteps signaling he was closer to the door than she would have liked. Her eyes dart around the room but there was no where she can hide. She decides to accept her fate for now. She makes her way to his bed, feeling what she believes silk sheets. She glances down as the door opens and her thoughts are confirmed.
"Hello lover."
Lydia's eyes looked across from her at the wall opposite from her. The door shuts. She hears his footsteps growing closer to her body. She feels him sit down next to her. She doesn't bother to look at him, she can't feel his stare on her. Lydia found whatever she imagines on the wall to be more interesting than the two sitting next to each other. There is silence, she hears the front door open and then shut. The thugs were gone. It is now just herself and Joker in his little apartment. She would normally say something to break the ice but she would rather have the ice fully together and unbreakable.
"You're rather boring." She hears him say to her, his face still directed towards the wall.
"There is nothing wrong with the wall, quit staring at it." He looks down to her, her face now looking at him. Her eyebrows were furrowed and it seems as if her lip is… pouting.
"Maybe I should give you alcohol and see if you'll… open up." He giggled. Lydia's cheeks turn a scarlet color.
She feels his weight leave the bed and the light becomes blinding to her eyes. She glances around the room and sees the perfect order it's in. She glances down at the bed and her suspicions are correct. Emerald silk sheets. She cocks an eyebrow which The Joker catches. He removes a glove and says something about having company and wanting everything to be to their liking, company referring to her. She stands and the come face to face. He throws the gloves on the bed. Out of nowhere he places a hand on her breast. Out of reaction, Lydia's eyebrows raise and hand slaps his hand away from her breast. He laughs and backs away.
"Why do you blow things up?" Lydia asks looking at newspaper articles of The Joker's doings.
"Why not?" He asks with the same answer from weeks before.
"Did you blow up the Twin Towers, too?" She asks with humor leaking in her voice. He didn't reply. She looks back at him and sees a stern face.
"Joking… Damn, you're The Joker and you have no sense of humor." She states, looking at more of the clippings.
She feels him swiftly come up behind her. His arms imprison her from moving. She feels his breath against her neck.
"I have a wonderful sense of humor, Faith." He replies, chuckling in her ear.
She feels him step away and sit on the bed. She turns and leans against the dresser, her arms against her chest. They stare at each other for a few moments.
"What are you going to blow up next?" She questions him.
"What business is it of yours?" He asks trying to provoke her.
"It would be ridiculous to do something that didn't have meaning or much use," The Joker's eyebrows raised, "Blowing up a mall would be pointless. A Red Cross, however, would have more meaning." She states.
Shit.
The Joker curved his mouth into a grin. His plans will work perfectly now. She is corruptible. He will test his theory sooner or later. Lydia bit the side of her mouth and glanced away, the gaze of the Joker beginning to get too much for her.
"You know, Faithy, there have been other times you and me have been in close range of each other." He stated, seeing her glance at him.
"You remember a young girl who was running as if something terrible was after her?" Lydia searched her mind and came across that memory.
"She is the daughter of one of the head Mob leaders. Maroni. A business deal went… sour, if you will. She ran completely into you, both falling on impact." He stood and began to walk closer to her, still telling his story, "You weren't panicking like she was. You tried to get answer out of her. I was sitting in the darkness, watching you." He stood now directly in front of her, his arms outstretched and leaning against the dresser behind Lydia, his lips directly in front of her pierced ears.
"The more I saw you, the more the thought of getting you crossed my mind," He pushed himself away from her, "And! Now you're here!" He looked back at her, a smile on his face and laughter being heard throughout the room.
"I was forced to be here." Lydia reminded him.
"Ah, well go ahead. Walk out the door." He said, stretching an arm out.
Lydia's eyes questioned him. She moved and began to walk to the door but felt him grab her arm, spinning her around.
"You sure you want to do that? I mean," he giggled, "Wouldn't you rather be here with no surprises than let's say…" he pressed a finger against his red lips and pretended to think. "… You be in the shower again and find something you don't wanna see?" He began to laugh at her.
Her brows furrowed.
"You can't go anywhere, lover! I'll find you. I'll hunt you down until I have you. You and me, we became one. You let me see who you truly are that night, remember?" He is mocking her.
Tears began to form in Lydia's eyes. She has done the best she can to block that night from her mind.
"No?" He raised his eyes, a mock concerned expression came upon his made-up face.
"Well, let me remind you."
He grabs her arms, letting the grab be harder than necessary. He threw her onto his bed and quickly pounced onto her body. She was trying to fight him but he proved too strong for her. Her arms were pinned above her head.
"You see, you are weak Lydia. That night you took my face off and believed that what you then saw is who I can possibly be again. Don't think so hunny." He laughed as she begins to fight again, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"So me being the opportunist I am, took advantage of your weakness. You let my hands travel over places you only touch when you wash that pretty little body of yours. Your eyes during your climax…" He tilted his head up, shutting his eyes to indicate as if he was experience true pleasure, "Oh during that moment your eyes spoke to me. It let me know that I am everything you crave. I'm everything you need." He said his voice going to a higher pitch at the end of the sentence.
His dark eyes met with hers.
"They also said other things."
Lydia tried to look away but was stopped by his free hand. She is forced to look back into his eyes.
"They screamed with shame. Shame that came from you actually enjoying the fuck you were receiving. Shame from you knowing it's wrong to bed a criminal mastermind and enjoy it. They call me sick, but you… oh Lydia you are something else. You're just.like.me." His lips are directly hovering over hers.
"We are the true faces of evil."
He brought his lips crushing down onto hers, biting her lower lip and hearing her whimper slightly.
Once again, this is the product of writer's block. I feel it isn't what you all deserve but I got nothing else, seemingly. I tried my best to do the dialogue for Joker but it can be very difficult. Give me feedback, it's greatly appreciated.