Isabelle had always wondered why he was in the strip club. He didn't seem like the kind of man to go there. She wondered if he would answer her question. Her curiousness got to her as she approached him, still sitting at the edge of the bed. Her legs felt like jelly when she tried to walk towards the Joker. Why was she feeling like this towards him? She hoped it wasn't a case of Stockholm syndrome. She couldn't possibly feel an attraction towards him. She shook her head and turned to him, his make-up face looking at her with amusement.

"What's on your mind, pet?" he said suddenly, licking his crimson red lips.

She gazed down at them, yearning to kiss it. Shaking her head once again, she shut those feelings down that she had for him. He had just made Alex kill herself. She knew Alex wouldn't have lived but that was downright cruel.

"Why'd you go to the strip joint?" she asked suddenly looking down at him.

He then patted the right leg of his dark purple corduroy pants. She sat down on his leg obediently and awaited his answer. She could feel shivers going up her spine for being this close to the Joker. His breath tickled her ear as he whispered, "You really want to know?"

She refrained herself from saying 'Of course I want to know you jackass. Why the hell would have I asked?' Instead she merely nodded her head.

He pressed the tips of his fingers against her waist and held her tightly, breathing in her scent. She smelled of the light scenting soap called Dove which had a somewhat neutral smell to it, but he could smell a hint of milk. And her hair, washed out in the great fragrance of vanilla. She smelled delicious.

"Why should I tell you?" he said, smirking against her ear. He felt her shudder.

She breathed in and sighed. "You don't have to tell me."

His free hand caressed her cheek and made her turn towards him. He was cut off at what he was about to say as her lips came down on his. She pulled back immediately, looking into the dark abyss of his eyes, feeling confused.

He dipped his head for another kiss, motioning her tongue into his mouth and she hadn't rejected. He scooped her up so she was now straddling him, moaning softly when his kiss had left hers and lowered down to her exposed throat. Her hands, small and soft ran themselves against his green vest and tugged on his collar. Slowly, she unbuttoned his vest, smirking as she removed his tie along with his snake skin coloured blouse.

She smiled softly as she allowed him to wiggle her shirt above her head, removing it in the process. He rubbed one of her breasts in his hand, causing it to harden at his warm touch while the other snaked down her side to her thigh. He switched their positions, now him dominating above her as he lowered her down to the bed.

His hands were occupied with her jeans as he easily slid them off her along with her lacey black thong. Pushing her legs apart, he let his hand cup her as he whispered huskily, "You're already wet…Couldn't resist me could you?"

A moan escaped from her lips as he inserted his finger into her slowly. Her hands ran over his back, roughly drawing her nails gently down his spine. She gasped as he started to quicken his rhythm against her and added another finger while rubbing the sensitive nub that made her quiver beneath him.

His eyes darkened as he watched her, her body shivering from his touch and her flushed face. He wouldn't let her have all the pleasure. A grin graced his face as he stopped his movements. He heard that undeniable whimper coming from her as her hips unbuckled from his touch.

"Please…"she moaned, looking up at him, her eyes clouded with desire and lust.

He leaned down and sucked on her hardened nipples, taking his time to savour them both as he cupped them. She then pulled him closer to her, enjoying the feeling of the hardened muscles of his chest pressing against the softness of her breasts.

"Please what?" he said as his kisses trailed up higher, just below her ears.

"Mmm…I want you…Joker…"she whispered.

"I didn't quite hear you pet," he said lowering down her naked body.

"I want you Joker!" she said loud enough for him to hear.

She felt his hot lips press on the side of her thigh, his tongue skimming upwards her smooth skin. He was drawing closer to the heat that was coming from her. She looked down at him and tangles her hands around his hair as the tip of his tongue lapped at her roughly, slowly slipping inside her. She moaned seductively in delight causing him to groan as he explored her. She lightly squirmed and writhed as his skillful tongue glided over her very sensitive nub and stroked it.

"Joker! Oh…" she exclaimed as she felt a huge wave of ecstasy rack throughout her body. Her chest was heaving in delight and pleasure. She didn't realize how much control he had over her.

His tongue had lapped over her juices. Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp, but he didn't protest. She had never wanted a man this badly before but the Joker. He was something else. Her body craved for something more than just the pleasures of his tongue. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and towered over her, enjoying the feeling of her lying beneath him. He smirked as he let her hands free to roam him and then rested on the tip of his pants. He felt her hands unbuckle them which he was more than delighted for her to do. His pants were off in a matter of seconds. He placed his hardened member against her leg.

"This is what you do to me," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with lust and want.

The worst hit her. She had the sickening feeling he was going to ask her to pleasure him after what he did for her. All the memories from when he had raped her countless days ago flashed back into her mind. Her thinking was interrupted as he made next move.

Her breathing became labored as he moved his leg between hers, using his knee to part her legs more. He lay in between her, his member, long and hard was at the hilt of her entrance. She was aching with need. She decided she was going to willingly fuck the Joker. But he hadn't moved.

He spoke, his voice husky and firm, "I remember a couple of days ago, you would've fought and scream for me to get off you. Why the change of mind?"

"Oh God Joker! Just please! I need you…" she wailed as she felt him slowly entering. She could feel his chuckle vibrating through his body as he finally plunged into her.

He pressed himself further into her, unable to contain his groan of pleasure as they both looked into each other's eyes. She almost felt they were sharing something intimate but she knew he would never love her. She didn't know that it was here that set him on fire, he loved the curves of her slim body, the way her hair spilled against the bed and her beautifully flushed face. She was what he would say, A good fuck.

Their face were inches away from each other. The heat between them got more intense as he thrust into her, feeling her mouth whimper against his mouth. Every thrust had filled her with immense pleasure that she had never felt before. Her hips bucked as they both came. She felt the hot heat of the burning seed flow from him to her. Then she heard him whisper her name as he collapsed onto the bed beside her, both parties weak with pleasure and slick with sweat.

No matter how much she wanted to blame him, she couldn't. She was the one who started this after all. A stray tear dropped from her eye from the feeling of shame and regret. She was oblivious that he had lifted his arms to look down at her. Realization hit her and she became startled and wiped the tear away.

"The reason I went there was for purely business against the mob," he answered.

"Oh," she muttered.

"You know, telling Maroni about me killing Batman. But my plans have changed…"

She didn't reply and nodded her head, unable to look at him any longer.

"Answer me this Isabelle, why do you always regret the things you do with me?"

She was shocked to hear that his tone sounded hurt.

"Because you're the Joker," she murmured. "You're evil, cunning and I hate what you put me through these days. You killed one of my good friends. And you raped me. What woman would want that?" she said.

"Yet, I can't help but become physically attracted to you. Call me crazy but you've become attractive in my eyes. I would do anything to get rid of the feelings I'm starting to develop for you and being totally honest, I'm ashamed. I hate this. I wish someone could just make it all go away…"

He looked at her thoughtfully. "You should consider yourself lucky. Not one of my hostages ever lived this long," he spoke. "But since you're not liking it, I think this is the end for you. You know, I can make it all go away…" he said standing up from the bed and reaching into his trench coat for his trusty green coloured switchblade.

He expected her to cower in fear and beg for her worthless life but she just laid there shouting out insults back at him.

"Don't you love nature, despite what it did to you?" she yelled. She spat at him with distaste.

He was filled with rage but his visage was calm and collected. "Some people don't hesitate to speak their minds because they've got nothing to lose," he spoke back.

"You bastard! Kill me! Go ahead! I've got nothing to live for so just end my life already! What's taking you so long?!" she screamed at the top of her voice. She didn't know what caused her such a longing for death. Then she knew and she smiled. At least she would meet her parents again. "Hurry up! I want to meet my parents!" she yelled out. She had to suppress a sudden chuckle.

He pinned her down on the bed, hearing her gasp for breath as his hands clamped over her neck. He let it go briefly and lowered himself, "Any last words?"

"Goodbye, Jack Napier. I hope life treats you kind,and I hope you have all you've dreamed of. I wish to you, joy and happiness. But above all this, I wish you love," she said and smiled at him. "And I bet you'll do good on showing everyone a better class of criminal. But you should've used your smarts for good you asshole. Oh and I hope yah rot in hell! Amen."

He smirked. She was always a feisty one. He didn't care what she said. No one would miss her. No one ever misses a whore. But would he miss her? He kissed her roughly, bruising her lips as he slit her throat and watched all the blood spurt out on the bed, and down her naked body. She looked like a beautiful piece of art. Her eyes fluttered down as the Joker collected his things from the room and got out. With one last look, he slammed the door harshly as he left.

The Joker and his cronies evacuated the house in an instant. He hadn't liked that house that much to begin with. The white van erupted with life as they drove to another hideout, far away from the current. While he was driving, he couldn't ignore the feeling of guilt deep inside him. He began to laugh his unique laugh which scared his faithful goons. They looked around asking what was funny. He heard Joey silence them. Yet he still continued his laughter. He could do anything. He was boss, after all.

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She had gasped for a minute, cramping her hand to her bloodied neck. Searching around the room not caring a bit of her nakedness, she found the Joker hadn't unplugged a white cordless phone as she dialed 911. She barely had the strength to tell them they had to track her down because she didn't know where the hell she was.

"We'll be there as soon as we can. Please hold on. We're coming to get you. Just stay on the line," a lady from the other line had told her.

She said in a ragged breath and held the phone next to her ear, "Ok."

She hoped they would be here on time. Time was ticking away fervently as she tried her best to stay awake.