The moment you woke up, you could smell his scent and feel the warmth radiating from his body. There was a surge of joy that started in your chest and burst outward when you realized that he was still in the bed. You positioned your head closer to the green haired man next to you; snuggling your face into his back, between his shoulder blades. You made sure not to wake him, trying to relish every second of simply getting to lie peacefully next to him.
You continued to lay there with your cheek and the side of your nose pressed against him. Feeling him breath, your body inadvertently matched his rhythm. The urge to wrap your arm around him and tightly pull him close, was becoming harder to fight. You meticulously, inch by inch, moved your body till you were complete snuggled up against the entire length of his body. Your toes just barely touching his ankles; your arms pulled up together, tucked safety between him and your body. Suddenly, you froze as he shifted in his sleep, pushing his body against yours. Instinctively, you moved your arm to allow room and placed it around him.
Your face cringed as you felt him grab it. With a gentle tug he pulled it in around him and tucked it under his own arm. The apprehension you felt melted away, you immediately wasted no time tighten your hug around him and wiggled your body upward so your face was even with the back of his neck. You affectional nudge your face against his neck and rested your head against him. He returned the gesture with a small squeeze of your arm, letting you know he was ok with what you were doing.
Your toes curled as you tangled your legs with his. He playfully pushed his body against you; you returned the flirty gesture with a small push of your own hips. A soft quick chuckle came from this madman who you, well, who you loved. A smile crossed your face as you swiftly stole a kiss from the back of his neck. Then with a sudden wave of laugher and a flash of movement he rolled over to face you; pulling the covers up and over the both of yours head, like a child frighten of the dark.
He pulled you close, grinning the whole time. He wrapped his arms and legs around you, completely imprisoning you with his body. He rested his head on your pillow; snuggling his face right up next to yours. You tenderly kissed his bummed up nose; it was no longer swollen but the nasty cut across the bridge was still red and bothered.
"Good morning." You said it softer than a whisper.
Still smiling he returned it with a soft, "Morning my inamorata."
You felt his arms relax around you and you could feel his eyes as he peered at you. Suddenly, it dawned on you that the moment was too normal. It made you feel strange, surreal. You tried your best to play it off, giving him a glance and a smirk.
"Saaaaay…you know what tomorrow is, Pigeon?" He sounded excited and snuggled his body against you like a wave.
Your eyes closed as you felt him press against you. For a moment you couldn't think, your mind could only focus on what you felt being so close to your prince.
You felt him nudge the side of your head and coo into your ear, "Hmmm?"
His voice made you remember what he'd ask and you quickly thought for a few moments. What could tomorrow be that held any kind of sediments for someone like the Joker. Beside it being Dec. 31st, New Year's Eve you didn't know what tomorrow was.
"New Year's Eve?" You could feel him nodding yes against your head before you finished saying it.
"And do you know what that means, toots?" He was grinning.
"I'm afraid I don't-" You were interrupted by Joker making explosion sounds with his mouth.
"Boosh."
Every time he made a noise he grabbed your sides, tickling you. Curling your body in protest, you slammed your arms down over your ribs to hide them from his exploring hands. This didn't stop him; he only continued by finding other parts of your body to tickle.
"Bwoosh." He grabbed your knee.
Laugher escaped from you like music; something the Joker enjoyed considerably. You pulled away, grabbing at his hand.
"Shhhblamm." He forced his hand under your arm, tickling at your ribs.
Your body uncurled and you arched your back. He took advantage of this, leaning into your body. He went for your neck, playfully giving you a bite.
"Ouchee-he-he." It came out with a giggle. He'd bitten you hard enough to make you jump; without hesitation he kissed the spot that he'd bitten.
Between each kiss he spoke, "The fireworks…"
He kissed your neck just a little higher this time, "Will be…"
He gave you another kiss, "Phenomenal."
He playful bit at your earlobe, "That's the one thing this ghastly, bat ridden city gets right."
He lifted your chin slightly, pulling your face so your lips were level to his, "And you and I, Pigeon…we're not missing it for the world."
Your smile was cut short by him kissing you with surprisingly gentleness. Your heart skipped a beat; it did every time he kissed you. He nudged his nose against your face once he was done with the kiss. Your eyes closed as his soft hair tickled your face; his hair smelled like, well blood. The mixture of shampoo and blood wasn't necessary a bad smell, you'd become accustom to the smell of blood. The metallic, earthly smell of it reminded you of him; how could you not grow to love it?
As you allowed yourself to relax in his arms; almost going limp. His hand reached up and brushed some of your hair out of your face. He lightly caressed his fingers down the side of your cheek, traced your jawline for a moment, moving under your chin and then down your throat. You felt his long, elegant fingers wrap around your throat. He used his grip and manipulated your head to the side, watching the muscles and tendons move under the skin of your neck. His thumb ran over the dip in your lower neck, tracing a circle around it before it found its way back up, dragging over your skin. He continued over your chin and to your bottom lip; where you couldn't help but part of lips with a moan. Pushing your lip out of the way he ran his finger along the edge of your teeth, bearing down slightly.
Your lustful sigh caused him to chuckle deeply.
"It's remarkable how feeble and fragile the body is." The sound of his voice made you open your eyes and look at him. His tone had changed from excited to one of yearning.
He was focused on your lips and throat; watching as his hands move over them and the reaction it warranted from you.
"Hmm-heeheeehee-hehe," He's giggle was sensual. "Just look at your throat for example…so delicate."
He watched as his hand drifted back down and wrapped around your throat again.
"Do you know how easily I could…" He applied pressure. Enough to make you slightly gasp.
He leaned into your ear, letting his lips brush your lobe, "…crush your esophagus…or…hhh-hahehe…rip out your larynx…or…just pleasure you?"
You unintentionally licked your lips; he had twisted your sense of reality enough so that this was simply foreplay and your body responded as such. A grin crossed his face at your reaction, he pressed harder against your throat; causing your breathing to be reduced. A small moan came from your lips and you rolled your body against his.
His breathing was heavy in your ear and you could hear him groan under his breath as you pushed your body into him. He continued to hold the pressure on your throat; applying more and more, slowly. Under normal circumstances this act would be promptly followed by his sexual advances. It wasn't until the effects of your air way being suppressed for longer than what constituted foreplay caused you to become uneasy. A gasp for air was met with almost nothing at all. A flash of angst over took you as you realized he seemed intent on strangling you.
"Joo-keerr." You forced it out; your vocal cores struggled to work under the pressure he applied.
There was a tone of stress and fear in the way you said it, that he could hear.
"Shh, shh. Trust me." He grinned while maintaining the pressure on your throat.
He nudged his face against yours; a show of tenderness to comfort you.
Before whispering into your ear, "I want you to trust me, Pigeon. Will you do that for me?"
Your eyes found his and the two of you connected as you nodded 'yes'.
His grip tighten as soon as you nodded yes. A gasp for air was met with nothing but constriction; you didn't panic. You calmly lay there letting your Joker, your lover, strangle you as proof of your devotion to him. His grin grew larger the longer you allowed yourself to lay there in acquiesce. Regardless, you fought against your body's reaction to struggle and tense up. It was becoming almost impossible to repress the urge to convulse in a fight for freedom. Your eyes batted as you started to fell light headed.
"There, there. Let it wash over you, my sweets." He continued to whisper into your ear. "Relax, it won't take long."
Your body continued to gasp for air that wasn't there; it was a response that you couldn't stop. It was no different than the involuntary reflex of your hand as it reached up and took ahold of the hand tightly choking you. You tugged at it once before stopping yourself. Instead, you slowly slip your hand down and affectionately took hole of his wrist. Joker smirked and lowered his brow in an approving way. Just before you couldn't stand another moment he relaxed his grip, allowing air to rush into your lungs. Your lips trembled as your lungs filled. Your hands still holding on to his wrist and forearms, relaxed their grip.
He smiled and let out a low devilish giggle as he nudged as face against you cheek again.
You remained calm; laying there as you gathered your thoughts, reflecting on what just happened. You wanted to show this madman just how much you trusted him. His bright green eyes lit up as you slipped your hand and cupped it over his own hand and coaxed him to start tightening it again. Neither he, nor his hand posed any threat to you, in your mind, even as he obliged your gesture and started to squeeze your throat again.
You whispered, "I trust you."
His look of excitement turned into a grin then into a crazed laugh, tossing his head back.
Abruptly his laughing stopped and he shifted his body completely on top of you. Your body naturally moved with his, accommodating him happily. He rested his weight on top of you. His lower body cuddled between your thighs as you hugged his waist with your legs. His belly pressed against your belly as he kept the distance between the two of you incredibly close. As twisted and perverse as it seemed, for the Joker, this was vastly more intimate than sex could ever be.
Never once did he loosen his grip on your throat. He continued to cut your air off as he watched you gasp for air, letting him do it. Again, you assumed he would wait till you were at your breaking point before stopping but he didn't. This time he pushed you far pass the edge of where you could feel the lack of oxygen. Not only could you feel your head spinning with dizziness, your gasp for air had become violent with your body trying to cough and redness started to build in your face. He could feel your heartrate double from the pulse in your neck.
Excitement started to build in the Joker; he was on the edge of a feeling he knew all too well. A rush that only came when he killed someone; it was euphoria unlike anything. He was also becoming sexually aroused from the delight of doing something so violent. He was at an impasse; a decision had to be made. The urge to slaughter battled against the urge to fornicate.
He tighten his grip even more. He could feel you trying to swallow against his hand. His grin was now a look of wonderment. Watching as he pushed you far pass your ability to control your body's fight reflex. Your body began to panic, no longer able to keep calm. The control you were trying to display was replaced with fear. Both hands started to pull at his hands; trying to pry them from your throat. His skin went under your nails as you tried with all your strength to free yourself from his grip. The tears in your eyes that had slowly formed, were now streaming down your cheeks. Your body wiggling under him caused him to let out manic laugh.
You were so close to blacking out that your struggling abruptly ended; leaving you nearly lifeless under him. He relaxed his hand from around your throat and watched as he allowed life to come back into your body. You coughed as the air entered your lungs but remained lifeless under him. Your head was spinning from the lack of oxygen and your throat hurt with every breath you took.
He finally moved his hand from your throat; you paid no attention instead focusing on you own senses that were slowly starting to come back. It wasn't until you felt him shifting his body and manhandling your hips that you focused on what he was actually doing. He was pushing his rock hard erection into your core before you could even protest. Your eyes slammed shut. There was a slight discomfort for a moment; the soreness from the night before however quickly fated. You tried to fight off the pleasure. There was a sense of apprehension, on your part, after what had just occurred. He went to far and actually tried to kill you . And now he was to now have his way with you… There was a moment of confusion for you.
"He did just try to kill you, right? Maybe not…" You didn't know how to react as you thought to yourself.
"Fuck. That feels good." Your own thoughts were interrupted by your own betrayal.
It didn't help that he was being uncharacteristically gentle with his thrust; tender almost, even after anything that just happened. He should be coarse with you right now, boorish and crass; thrusting into you with aggression and force. Instead, he leaned in closer to you, grabbing you face in his hands as he rolled his hips back and forth incredibly slow.
He acted as if he had done nothing to make you not want this; it never once crossed his mind that even after all that, that you wouldn't want him to have you like this. Somehow, he was right but you hadn't allowed yourself admit it yet. Moving his hand to the back of your head and tangling his fingers into your hair, he pulled your head back slightly. He tried to kiss your lips but you turned your head to the side; you were still debating whether or not to enjoy yourself.
Thinking nothing of your refusal to kiss him; instead, he rested his forehead on the side of your head and nibbling at your earlobe.
"Unbelievable. Stop…I...hhh...umm" You mind was still trying to convince your body that you didn't want this.
He kissed your earlobe again and continued to kiss his way down your neck. You found yourself freely tilting your head back, giving him access. You couldn't resist or at least your body couldn't. You lifted your hips and tilted them slightly; bettering the angle in which he was entering you from. He grabbed one of your legs and helped with the adjustment. You surrender to him, yet again.
"I'm doomed." You thought before letting yourself go.
You tightly wrapped your ankles and feet around his legs; keeping your legs open.
A low giggle came from him as you finally showed your approval of what he was doing. You moaned as he began with to roll his hips with more speed, yet keeping the same tenderness. Suddenly, he stopped, pulling out of you. He smirked, gave you a quick peck on the lips and started to move downward. He bit and nibbled at your body as he moved down. You watched as he explored your body; noticing that the bruises and blood from the night before decorating your body. He didn't seem to mind; allowing his tongue to brush over anything that was in his way of touching your skin. Suddenly, your head went back and your eyes slammed closed as his tongue met with your clit. You exhale deeply out of pleasure. You would have had never, in a million years, figured him to be so giving.
You back arched and you grabbed anything you could get your hands on as he drove right in. Whatever he was doing with his tongue, he was doing it right. The circular motion in which he moved his tongue was breathtaking. He'd stop from time to time and blow on your clit before picking up right where he left off. The moment you bucked your hips toward him the faster he moved his tongue. He could easily read your mannerisms; knowing your where close. He never stopped till he felt your thighs tighten against his head and your body tense. You climax washed over you like warm water, leaving you breathless.
You laid there, eyes closed, heart beating fast and your chest rapidly moving up and down with a madman between your legs. You looked down with lidded eyes to see a grin looking up at you; this had to be heaven.
For a few minutes the two of you laid there, nothing being said or done. You felt him move and finally opened your eyes to watch him. The bed dipped and popped back up as he got off it. He disappeared into the bathroom; not long after water could be heard running. Soon after, Joker reappeared in the bathroom's door way; he was looking at you.
Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, "What are you up to?"
He only grinned and walked over to the bed. He reached out and grabbing hold of your ankle dragged you to the edge where he picked you up. One arm under your knees and the other around your back; you wrapped one arm around his neck as his carried you into the bathroom. Without warning you found yourself being playfully tossed into the tub.
There was a moment of chaos as you tried to stop yourself from going in. But there was no stopping it, you splashed into the water causing it to make a wave. The only sound besides the water was Joker laughing. You wiped the water from you face and pushed your wet hair back over the top of your head. Instead of protesting you simply relaxed, leaning back and resting your head on the edge of the tub while you watched him get into the tub with you…
Ten minutes later you were still relaxed in the tub, watching Joker watch you; he was waiting for you answer his question. He grinned at you. If not for his bright green eyes and hair, he would have blended in completely to the sea of white foamy bubbles floating on top of the water. He had literally squeezed out the whole bottle of bubbles into the tub as the water finished filling up the tub. It was just something else you had fallen for, his child-like carefreeness.
"You're wrong," Your voice sounded breathy and horsed as you finally answered him. "I already know my end."
His colorless lips, free from lipstick, formed a grin. "Go on then. Do tell."
You felt his toes curl up against your thigh, tickling you, urging you on.
"You." You said while still keeping eye contact with him. "You're my poison. No matter how deathly, I still crave the taste and gladly drink it down."
There was a look of pride on his face.
"You've done it ole boy." He told himself. "This one's intelligence, useful and quite the looker, too. And you've mange to make her completely insatiable for you."
The water sloshed around the tub, even on the floor as he moved from one side of the tub to the other; finding himself right in front of you. He quickly moved his hands, grabbing some bubbles and fashioning you hat out of them. Next he dotted your nose with a handful of the bubble then blew them off, laughing like a child. You joined in, taken back by his good mood and splashed some of the water at him.
You were assaulted by fingers; he dug them into you ribs making you frail about, splashing even more water onto the floor. Once the tickling came to a natural end you found yourself face to face with him. Making eye contact with him could still be so intense for you and sometimes making you blush. He had a way about him of never losing his ability to leave you feeling intimidated, astonished and enthralled all at one time. His magnetism over you was undeniable.
The moment passed as he sat up in the middle of the tub. It was like something had just dawned on him. He immediately got out of the tub and started to dry off.
"What it is?" You asked.
He waved you off in a 'not now, don't bother me' kind of way. So you sat there in the tub and watched as he hurried out the bathroom with a towel around him. Then he rushed back in with the towel removed from his waist and on top of his head; he was towel drying his hair. As he finished he tossed the towel to the floor.
You asked again, only louder this time. "Mr. J! What's going on?"
He stopped and turned to you; his brow lower. He was ready to chew you a new one but he stopped and allowed a grin to cross his face.
"Listen, cupcake. Daddy's just remembered something of the utter most crucial importance…" He batted his eyes at you. "Something that's time sensitive and needs attending to right way."
"Oh." You said with a disappoint look on your face.
The Joker wasted no time as he started to rush around again. You extracted the plug out of the bathtub and got out. Making sure to keep out of the way, you walked into the bedroom to give him space.
Once he was done in the bathroom Joker found his way to the closet. You could hear him moan and fuss about the lack of choices for a suitable wardrobe.
"What kind of man doesn't keep a purple suit on hand?" His ramblings echoed out of the closet.
"Pigeon!" He yelled your name.
Standing at the closet door you watched him as he tossed suits, dress shirts, ties and anything else he deemed unworthy to adorn his body onto the floor.
"Pigeon, PIGE-" He stopped as he turned to see you at the door.
"It's all tasteless…" He threw a white shirt onto the floor.
"Tacky…" Another white shirt followed.
"Gaudy…" And other white shirt hit the floor.
"Rubbish!" He turned around with a stressful curl across his forehead.
You bit your bottom lip to keep from laughing. The very idea that he would call a plain white dress shirt gaudy was adorable. You walked up to him, reached up and cupped his cheek, giving him a smile. Then you moved to the clothes and started looking through them. With your help the two of you pieced together a suit that would make do for the time being.
You stared at him; he was almost unrecognizable without his trade mark purple suit. He was just as handsome as he could be in the light gray pinstripe suit and pink shirt.
He combed his hair, painted his red lips on using his favorite lipstick and finished grooming. Once he was done he started to tug and pull at the suit in the mirror; clearly uncomfortable in it. Curling up his nose as he checked himself out, he made sure to cover each and every angle.
"It truly is horrid, isn't it?" He turned around with his arms out.
Your face winkled with disagreement, "Oh, no. It really does look striking on you MJ."
He lifted one eye brow high, "MJ? What's this, my dear?"
"M. J. You know Mister J." You couldn't tell how he was going to feel about you having taking the liberty to make up a pet name for him.
He took a few slow steps toward you, making you fear the worst. Then he started grinning and reached up, giving your cheek a playfully pintch; you felt relief wash over you.
"It's not the most impressive name I've been called…Ho-ho, and it certainly it's the most odious either." He turned back around and tugged at his suit for a little while longer. Then he stopped and looked over his shoulder at you, "But…for you, my dear…I'll allow it."
A smirk crossed you face. It was always the little things that seem to mean the most. A kind gesture or loving look was worth a thousand nights of sex with him...
"Well maybe not a thousand nights…" You giggled to yourself.
"Look dearest; I'll be back and until then…" He approached you again, "…if anyone shows up…"
He grinned, "…Just do what I'd do and kill them." He let out a deep laugh.
18 hours later…
Joker watched in the rearview mirror as the garage door finished closing. You were already leaning down and peeking into the rolled down car window, grinning. There had been a moment, about half way through MJ being gone that you started to panic. You'd allowed your thoughts to get the better of you as you came up hypotheticals about him not coming back; or what if the cops found him; or even worst, Batman. All that was washed away the moment he called you to let you know he was going to need a few things ready when he got back to the make shift "hideout".
"Be a dear and get the trunk." He ordered with a charming tone.
You leaned in though the car window, "yes, sir." Then you gave him a quick kiss on his cheek that he allowed but not without a lowered brow and a slight curl of the nose.
Walking around to the back of the vehicle, you opened the back door and lifted it opened. Immediately, the two men in the back started to wiggle and moaning through their gags. They struggled, pulling at the restrains around their tied hands and feet.
"Hush it, you two. Mumbling is rude." Joker said as he rounded the back of the vehicle giving the men a huge grin.
"Or else." He made a finger gun and shot it one of the men and then laughed loudly.
You joined in with his laughing. He threw his arm over your shoulder as the two of you stood there looking down at the restrained men. J had managed to kidnap two of Barlowe's men and find a suit all within a few hours. The two of you made quiet the pair; Him in his newly 'brought' purple pin stripe suit and you standing there in a form fitting, high waisted pencil skirt with a slightly oversized men's shirt tucked into it and buttoned up only half way, showing off a purple bra, on purpose. A picture perfect couple.
"Now, now, if you two handsome young gentlemen are well behaved, I just might let this pretty little lady have a go at you." He lifted his eye brows and motioned to you with his head.
You beamed, smiling like crazy. "You'd let me to do the honors?" You smiled at the men and taunted them by making your own finger gun and shooting it at them.
"That's right cupcake." He looked down at you, "And these strapping young gentlemen are yours to kill...however…you…" He poked the end of your nose with his finger, "…like."
The two men continued to struggle. The lack of respect for life was very alarming, making the men realize there was not going to be away out of this. They knew who the Joker was, everyone did but the men didn't know why they were being held by him; at least not yet. As the Joker carried each man into the house he sat them now in a chair; where you then used belts to restrain them to the chairs. Once each man was property secure, Joker got busy with the work at hand.
He pulled a chair up and took a seat in front of the men.
"Now gentleman, I don't expect you to know the exactly reason you're here but…you not daft either, right? You do at least have an idea as to why you're here..." He gestured for you to take one of the men's gags off.
"Mr. Joker, sir." The man said causing Joker to laugh.
Joker sat back, crossed his legs, folded him arms as he talked, "This should be good. Go on then…"
He gestured with his hand, "…let's hear whatever little plea or deal you've came up with to get yourself out of this little predicament."
The man's eyes were fearful as he glanced at you. He looked toward the other man who was tied to chair beside him and then back to the Joker.
"We-e…we work for Barlowe, right. So I'm figuring that it's him you want to get to." He man started.
Joker gave him a look like he was impressed and nodded his head for him to go on.
"We-e can walk you right in to where Barlowe is staying for the holidays." He glanced over the other man who was nodding in agreement.
The Joker grinned and looked at you, "Well, Pigeon, my dear. What do you think?"
You were still standing behind the two men and walked around them to stand beside the Joker, "I think that they're rats."
The look on the man's face turned to pure worry.
"If Barlowe could hear them…" You sat your hand of Mr. J's shoulder, "I suppose we're actually doing him a favor by getting rid of these disloyal losers."
"You know dear, I think you're right." He laughed and threw his voice, "Off with their heads!"
"Wait-wait-wait." The man started pleading. "Look, name your price. Anything."
"Anything, says you?" The Joker leaned toward the man with a shark like grin on his face.
Then he looked up at you, "Anything, says him."
He turned back to the man, "Anything's a big word for a detestable, vile, rat such as yourself. What could you possibly do…" Joker placed his hand on his chest in a grandiose manner, "…for moi?"
"You name it, man." He man tried to smile.
Suddenly, you slapped the man as hard as you could across the face, "That's Mr. Joker or Mr. J to you, filth."
The look on Joker face was egoistical. He grinned, ear to ear, as he grabbed your hand and pulled you down into his lap, leaning you back as if he was dipping you in the middle of a dance. He pulled you back up and spun you around so you were still in his lap but facing the two men also. His arm wrapped around your waist, claiming you for his own in front of this men. The two tied men looked puzzled as they watch the madman woo his vixen. Your arm almost naturally fell into place around Mr. J's neck, draping around it.
"Well, gentlemen. I believe we're done here. The truth is you can't offer me anything I don't have or don't already know." Joker laughed pulled you closer as he addressed the two men, "You two are just going to be part of a bigger joke when I'm done. A sorrowful, dismal punchline, that's going to entertainingly droll!"
He laughed loudly, "I can't began to imagine the look on that old fat face of Barlowe's...Hahahaha-heee-hoo-ho…It's going…Hahahah-hoo-hehe…to be priceless. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
The Joker had to actually wipe the tears out of his eyes, he was laughing so hard. Once he'd settle down some, he patted you off his lap and stood. He cupped your jawline and pulled your face up to his, making you stand on your tippy toes; he still had to hunch over slightly to see you face to face.
"Now, Pigeon…I'll be right back. Go on and get started and…And have fun with it, my dear." He smirked at you, "Make daddy proud."
He patted your cheek and kissed your forehead.
Maybe it was a test but he left you alone with the men. To say that you were nervous would have been an understatement. He'd told you when he called to gather up anything in the house that could be used to make an entertaining weapon with; you had them all laid out on the table. However, the idea of you being the one using them had never actually crossed your mind. You glanced at the stuff and looked at the two men; both who were trying desperately to wiggle free from the tape around there bodies. You gave them a look of disbelief and sat down in the same chair Joker had used. You sat back, folded your arms and studied them. And of course, it started.
"Hey you don't have to do this. Just because he says so. You could let us go." The one without his gaged started trying to reason with you.
You rolled your eyes at him and let him continue.
"We'd take you with us. He's holding you here, right? Making you his little slave or something, right?" The poor guy sound desperate. "We can help you."
A laugh escaped your mouth.
"Does it really look like I'm here against my will?" You stopped.
"From the look of those bruises and that hand print around your throat. Yeah, sugar, he's in control." The man laughed, "You look like a disposable slut to me."
His statement made you angry. The cheerful, giddy mood that seemed to follow you around when the Joker was around, completely faded away. Your eyes narrowed; you sat up with assertiveness, uncrossing your arms and tilting your head slightly. There was a mean streak in you, the one that the Joker had seen without even a double take, and this man with his smug comment about the dynamic of the relationship between the Joker and you had awoken it.
It was clear that he had stuck a cord, and he felt brave.
"Go on and do as he says." He taunted, thinking perhaps he'd get somewhere, seeing that begging and barraging had done anything for them.
"Be a good lil bitch."
You continued to maintain the same look not giving him any type of reaction just yet; allowing him to run him mouth. Finally, you peeled your eyes off the man and looked at the gagged man. He seemed to recognize the darkness in your eyes and it created a look of worrisome on his face. This made you crack a little smile. The first man was still too arrogant to notice that it hadn't been him to cause the smile.
Suddenly, you stood and tilted your head again.
"Come on hunny bunny and just untie us." He still attempted to coax you.
Still not speaking, you walked over to the table. You ignored all of it, picking up the brass knuckles you'd used to beat the lewd store owner just a few days earlier. Slipping them on, you walked back over to the two men.
"Oh sugar, I don't think you're going to be able to do much damage with those." He smirked.
You gave him a sweet smile and walked right up to him; leaning over and placing your hands on the man's knees. You were eye level with him.
"Your lips have flapped nonstop. So here's your chance to say your last words, as they say, best make them good. It's going to your gravestone."
"Sugar, if you think I'm uuugggrrrffff" You pushed him and the chair backwards, hard enough that his head hit the floor with a loud thud. The air was knocked out of his lung as he hit the floor.
He cringed. Finally, it was silent in the room; free from his talking. The sound of your heels echoed on the floor as they walked around the overturned chair and stood over him. You watched the comprehend form on the man's face that you were extremely more dangerous then he wanted to believe. A smirk crossed your face and you walked over to the other man. From behind him you draped your arms around his neck and leaned into his ear.
You talked low enough so the other man couldn't hear, "Because your friend couldn't keep his mouth shut and pretend to be a gentlemen…you get to die first. I guess you can call it your lucky day."
The gagged man struggled, trying to talk, so you oblige him and pulled down his gag.
"I don't know what your boss wants with us but…" He stopped.
You were moving in front of him with your finger over your lips, "shh, sh-sh-sh."
There was a thrill of having him listen out of fear. It caused you to smile.
"You've done so good this far. Don't screw it up now."
"Tell that bitch to shut up." The other man spoke again.
You hung your head down and shook it slightly, "you again."
"Some men don't learn..." You started to walk back over to him.
"Refuse to learn..." You kicked him in the mouth, causing him to immediately spit blood
"Why is that…?" You asked in a sarcastic, almost funny way.
"Fucking slut." He glared at you.
"Geez. See that's what I'm talking about." You planted another kick right to the same place.
"What is it about men like you…" You straddled his body, placing your knees on his restrained arms.
He gave you a bloody smile, "Charming me the same way you did the clown."
You hit him with the brass knuckles. It felt good. You hit him again and again.
You paused, panting heavy.
"I wouldn't dream of charming you, ever." You hit him again and again; breaking his nose in the process.
The man was no longer trying to talk; he was in pain. You hit him again, as hard as you could. The blood on your hand was a mixture between the both of yours. The knuckles had broken your skin from the force you hit him with; you didn't care and felt no pain from the rush. After a few more hits, using both hands the man was unconscious and in a pool of his own blood.
You paused and tilted your head back, taking deep breaths. The rush you felt was like a high.
"This is why he does it," you thought and a huge smile formed on your face.
The other man caught your eye; he wasn't looking at you. Instead, his head was hung down and he appeared to be crying. You watched him for a while before he realized you were staring at him. He glanced at you with fear in his eyes and started to shake his head 'no'.
"Pl-please, don't kill me that way." He was in tears and trembling.
"I don't think he's dead yet. " You couldn't help but let out a giggle.
"Yo-you're just as crazy as him." As soon as he said it he tried to take it back, "I – I didn't mean crazy. Sorry."
His dread suddenly double, "I meant nothing. Please."
You smirked and continued to pant a little, still being out of breath.
"You've just unintentionally complimented the lady, I believe." The sound of his dashing voice made you grin as you continued to look at the other man.
"My, my, my, my….just look at the delectable mess you've made…" There was cheerfulness in his voice.
You looked up from where you were still straddling the half dead man and smiled at your purple cladded beau. He looked down at you with a gleam in his eye. Pulling out a gun, he shot the second man; never once taking his eyes off you.
He fake frowned, "Oopsie."
Followed by a manic laughed. He reached down and offered you his gloved hand. You slowly slipped your hand into his and he helped you up off the nearly expired man. The shape of your hand caught Joker's eye. Your knuckles and hand were pretty torn up from the beating you had bestowed on the guy.
"Tisk, Tisk." Joker gave you a look of concern and kissed you hand.
Then he grinned, wrapping his arm around you.
"You keep surprising me, you little minx." He sweetly cooed at you.
Under the blood splatter on your face you blushed.
"Let's get you cleaned up. We've got date with gunpowder and the cold crisp night air."
"The fireworks." You said as you remembered what he'd said about them the day before.
"Um-hmm." He smiled.
The unconscious man started to stir. With you in one hand and his gun in the other he looked down at the man. He laughed loudly before pulling the trigger, killing him. Once he was done you didn't hesitate to reached up and cup his jawline. He nuzzled his face into your hands; one still sporting the brass knuckles. The pair of you made a perfect picture of homicidal infatuation.
