Luna gripped the sheets with sheer agony, whilst the Joker pounded into her, causing her to enter an unknown realm of pain.

The Joker glanced at her, sweating and arching her back. He grinned. He wished he could stop for a moment to savor every detail, but he was busy pushing and probing to find her soft spot. Her real agonizing ecstasy.

She felt the tears cold against her clammy face, the sweat drip off the Joker and onto her, settling itself in the nooks and crannies of her petite figure. She felt the blood trail everlastingly slow down her legs. Luna bit her lip to suppress an emotive scream she so badly needed to release. The feeling, the touching of him inside of her and the conscious of the cold outside was just…unbearable.

The Joker grunted, noises escaping from what seemed like an animal more so than a human being. He needed to hear her sub-conscious burst through her lips. The part that he knew was struggling to be heard. The part of her that enjoyed every minute of what he was doing to her.

She knew what he wanted. She wasn't stupid. He wanted her to enjoy it. They both knew she was fighting a losing battle. She could feel her body reacting far too excitedly for her liking. She clenched the sheets and bit down hard, drawing blood from her lip. Luna knew that it her sub-conscious was brimming and her strength dying, but she didn't want him to take her so easily, to trick her mind so effortlessly.

Luna used her remaining strength to look him straight in the eyes and gasp, "It…hurts…stop…"

With a giggle, the Joker picked up his pace, "thought…you liked some…pain."

He was running out of steam. Any minute she'll succumb or maybe she was stronger mentally than he anticipated. On cue her body jolted and a long-lasting moan escaped her lips. Her hips suddenly pushed upward, yearning for more contact and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

The Joker couldn't laugh his manic laugh. He wanted to. It was frustrating; she had him wrecked. She gasped a huge breath of air, while the Joker continued to fuck her wildly. She started to shiver; unaware of why she was doing so. With a smirk, he finally released himself into her and then collapsed in a heap on top, panting heavily. They both were.

Luna was still shivering. It was an overwhelming experience. Who would ever have thought…the Joker…? What was there to enjoy…?

Strands of hair were flattened on her face due to sweat. He leaned in close to her face and let out a wheezy laugh, stroking a hair away from her eye.

"You enjoyed that hmm?" he managed to say. He was panting heavily, which meant Luna was receiving an unpleasant dose of Joker breath.

She wanted to push him off her, but her arms didn't want to move. They were lying, numb on the bed. "Ever…heard…of breath…mints?" she choked out, "Or…toothpaste?"

He stared into her eyes, but Luna didn't make a challenge. Good. She now knew who was in charge. The Joker wriggled off her and made to put his boxers back on again, "Why bother with oral hygiene?"

She could have laughed, if her body wasn't so goddamn numb. Instead she let out a kind of 'Heh.'

The Joker jumped onto the bed and lay on his back. "Uh…can you move? Your in my uh…foot space."

Luna sighed and gave an irritated wriggle. She barely budged. "Give… me… a hand?"

"I'll give you a foot," the Joker kicked her so she rolled flat onto the floor. On her stomach. He smiled smugly when he heard a successful "Ooof"

She hit her breasts pretty badly. "You asshole!" she shouted, but she didn't move. She decided to fall asleep on the spot, not caring that she wasn't wearing any items of clothing.

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Gordon paced the questioning room irritably. He held a constant scowl on his face, and he kept flashing Milo White dark looks.

The two-sided agent played with the folds of his trousers contently. They had nothing on him. Nothing, but the word of a man off his rocker. He was safe, he was sure of it.

"Let me get this straight…" Gordon clenched his fists and wiped his brow with the back of his hand, "You don't know where the Joker is?"

"Nope." Milo couldn't hide his smirk. This drove the commissioner insane. He punched the tables fiercely.

"Are you sure about that?" he cocked his eyebrows in a challenging fashion.

"Pos-i-tive."

"Y'know I don't want to hurt you…" Gordon looked towards the door pointedly. The Batman waited in the dark, waiting for the signal to unleash his strength.

Milo laughed, "You can't hurt me! I'm just a suspect, you have nothing on me! That would surely be illegal! Against the law!"

Gordon raised an eyebrow and made for the door, "Son…I am the law."

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The Joker dug his finger into his ear and rubbed his eyes wearily.

Luna was shrieking at the top of her lungs. She scrabbled at the floor with her nails, longing for something to cling to. "No…STOP!"

"You stop…" the Joker grumbled, as he sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed to see what the hassle was about. He bit his lip and started shaking, but with contained laughter.

"Don't," she pathetically wheezed. Her eyelids fluttered revealing the whites of her eyes, and her bottom lip quivered. She sucked it in, also swallowing the salty tears that were streaming down her face.

The Joker let out a sharp laugh, but covered his mouth and grinned, "Is my Looonah having a nightmare?"

She let out an angry wail nearly deafening the Joker in the process. "Hey!" he growled angrily. "Thanks for that." He clicked his fingers in front of her face. "Uh…wake up."

It was evident that this wouldn't work, but he wasn't going to repeat himself. Instead he decided to play her vulnerable state to his advantage. He hadn't forgotten his objective to find out all about his little toy after all.

With a knowing and sinister grin he lay on his stomach and leaned on his elbows. "So…what'cha uh…dreaming about?" She smashed a nearby plastic bottle in response.

He raised his eyebrows, "Okay…. what's your name?" This seemed pointless, but he had to make sure, that she was in the state to answer his questions honestly.

He grasped her wrist and pulled so she was in a sitting position, "I don't like repeating myself…sweetheart. So tell me…what…is…your…name?"

"Luna…" she rasped. The Joker gave a delighted giggled and let her crash to the floor again.

"Now…" he jumped up a little, to emphasize his enthusiasm. "Like a sleepover isn't it? HAH!" He watched her trembling little arms and couldn't contain his urge to stroke them as if she were his lover. Of course, this is would be a case of tough love.

"What do you uh…want most?"

Luna frowned in her sleep. She was self-consciously thinking, but her mind was in two places. She was chasing lots of little clowns down an everlasting, winding road. There were thousands of them; each had a powdered white face, green hair and a red-scarred grin. "Stop!" she shouted, chasing after them, her fists clenched angrily. They threw balloons in her direction and blew out of foghorns. Enticing her to keep chasing.

"Love…" she murmured. The Joker mimed gagging as she continued, "to be loved…"

"What a waste…" he licked his lips, "But I guess it can be uh…played with…now lets see-ah…Aha! How are you feeling?"

Luna yelped as small hands smacked her ass. Hard. "You little bitch!" She kicked the clown flying over the horizon. Her eyes widened as she heard an echoing giggle. Suddenly hundreds out clowns floated up to the sky and waved at her. It was her turn to run away. The clowns could fly.

"Numb…" she twitched her leg and her face grew an apparent look of fear. The Joker was taken aback, what was going on in her head?

"What do you…" he hissed the last word, "fear?"

Luna stopped moving and her eyelids relaxed.

She suddenly lifted off the road and into the sky. "I can fly too!" she shrieked. "See if you can catch me now!" She soared and somersaulted gleefully, above dozens of tiny clown cars on the road below, and away from the perverted clowns in the sky.

"Weak."

"What?" he frowned.

"Weak…" she panted.

The Joker's face lit up, "You mean uh…you're afraid of being weak?"

"Weak."

"Or…maybe you're frightened that people would consider you as weak."

"Weak."

"Then…that would be a fear of other's opinions…" he scratched his chin, "Could you be more uh…specific?"

She suddenly felt herself slowing down. "What the…?" She screamed as she realized that someone was holding her legs. She looked down. The clowns below had made a human ladder and the clown at the top had a strong hold of her legs. Another had her feet, and more kept climbing up, emptying the cars. They all giggled viciously.

"Weak…" she hissed.

The Joker scowled, "time to wake up I think." He slapped her face, sending her on her face. She let out another ear-piercing scream.

He covered his ears, "SHUT UP!"

The flying clowns caught up with her and swarmed around her body. More kept coming and wrapping themselves around her, like she was a clown magnet. She couldn't breathe. They hugged her tight, suffocating her. She felt more clowns from below crawl up her jumper and licking her neck. Two jumped on her face, covering her mouth. They had a hold of her arms; she couldn't move. She was helpless.

"WAKE UP!" he shouted and Luna received a punch in the face. She jumped off the floor and bashed her head off a neighboring wall. She gazed in shock at the Joker. For a moment she didn't know where she was. Blood spouted from her nose, bringing warmth to her lips.

She blinked and covered it oblivious to the pain. "J…Joker?"

"Yes…" he was positively seething. He was panting heavily, from shouting so loudly.

She flinched, but didn't move away from the wall. The Joker approached her slowly, a dark look on his face. "Don't you know that you are supposed to uh…wake up-ah when I tell you to?"

Luna gulped and seemed to shrink, as his shadow was cast over her head. She was still pale and clammy from the fear of her dream. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to maintain control over her bladder.

"Please…" she whimpered. She couldn't look at him.

"Look at me…" he reached within striking distance.

She looked at the floor and took a deep breath.

"LOOK AT ME!" he shouted and grabbed her chin, forcing her to make eye contact.

There was a moment of complete silence. Her watery green eyes were pierced by his fierce brown-eyed glare. The Joker felt her shaking under his grip.

Suddenly Luna leaned forward and emptied her stomach juices all over the floor.

****

On top of the MCU, Gordon spoke to Batman grim news. "Harvey Dent hasn't been found yet. The reported missing bus contains 50 people. Role checks show that Harvey wasn't one of those people."

"But there were no bodies found in the wreckage?" Batman rasped.

"None…" Gordon whispered.

Batman watched the commissioner's distress seep its way through his body attitude. His face seemed to stoop low and his arms lay loosely at his side. This was clearly not the eager, determined commissioner he had once known.

"Go home Gordon. I'll keep a watchful eye."

Gordon shifted uncomfortably, "I would…it's just that…there is more news to deliver."

Batman waited patiently, watching Gordon intently. "Milo White has managed to escape…"

"That's the least of our problems."

"He helped in the capture of Luna!"

Batman cursed for the first time Gordon had heard. "We can't prove that just yet though…let me deal with it."

****

The Joker left Luna to empty her stomach contents in the toilet and went downstairs. Milo White, easy to manipulate and warp, was waiting for him. He had just escaped from Gordon's cage.

"Dee dee dum…" he hummed merrily to himself as he skipped into the sitting area, "Nice to see you've made yourself at home-ah."

Milo jumped off the sofa, "I…I…didn't notice you there…Boss."

"Well…that was foolish of you Marlow m'boy."

Milo glanced around the room, "Er…Milo."

The Joker waved his hand with distaste, "so…to what do I owe the displeasure Marlow?

"I'm called Milo."

"That you are. Aren't you a smart cookie? Remembering your own name like that? Anyways…so why are you bothering me again?"

"Oh!" Milo fidgeted anxiously, "I was proposing."

The Joker laughed mockingly, "How uh…flattering, but I've already got something to play with Marlow…"

"No no!" Milo grew irritated. Was this man purposely being annoying? "Offering a proposition. I was just wondering…"

"Yes?"

"If you might let me into your inner thug circle. I'm a bit tied up with the police at the moment so…"

"Oh I get it!" the Joker clicked his fingers, "You want me to protect you right?"

"No I…"

"I'm no babysitter Marlow…" Milo hissed slightly, but the Joker continued, "You may have completed one task very successfully for me, but that does not uh… mean I will stoop to the level of protection-ah. Y'hear?" He took a few steps closer to Milo and flipped his switchblade pointedly.

"Yes…I just. I really want to do some more…tasks, but I can't do any if I'm in jail. I was just wondering because…you tend to do a lot of things yourself. Maybe…I could get some action if I was by your side?"

The Joker glared at him. He was like an irritable little fly, buzzing away in his ear. "Fine," he smacked his lips together, "you can start by uh…mopping up the mess-ah my pet made on the floor upstairs."

"Mess…?" Milo clenched his fists furiously. He had found out where his 'toy' lived and everything she got up to. He even had to work with the prick Harvey Dent and pretend to be a big goody-two-shoes. "Right away Boss…" He walked edgily past the Joker and up the stairs. "If it's shit I swear…"

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I know its been ages…and its probably disappointingly short, but my next chapter is ready So I'll upload these one after the other. Xo