(Sequel to 'Games That Daddies Play')

Lions Slaughtered By Lambs

Author's Notes: I know. I didn't update at all yesterday. So, I'm making it up to you. (Late New Year's Day party. What do ya do.) Alrighty: Enjoy! :D (Caution: This chapter is disturbing—what about this story isn't, right?)

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Chapter 21: Crane's Arrangement

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Joker sat in the lobby, along with all the other patients. He remained on the couch in his usual spot—right in the middle, legs crossed underneath him while the television (protected by a large array of bullet proof glass) played a movie that was a cross between Hallmark and TNT. It was supposed to be a tear-jerker, for some whose emotions were stirred by such films; patients were crying...those watching the movie anyway. The others were either playing a game of pool, reading books, magazines, the newspaper, listening to the radio, drawing, painting, writing poetry. Anything to make this a passable time.

Joker glanced at the clock, noting the time right beside the barred television. It was 8:00pm. And if Arkham was true to its relatively time-based schedule, within the next hour, they'd all be escorted to have their medication and then it was off to bed. So far, the schedule this place kept was almost ridiculously sharp.

The couch shifted in weight, so Joker only assumed—unhappily—that someone had sat on the couch with him. He glanced carelessly to his right, noticing it was Dr. Crane, or rather, as he preferred to be called: Scarecrow. A significant visual of Allegra kissing this man dressed in orange, bright blue eyes and glasses, made Joker frown at him, but only briefly.

"I thought today," Crane began in a semi-interested tone (as it was always when referring to Joker's lieutenant), "was the day Miss Davenheart would come out to play."

Joker gave the television a considerable glance. How long would it take to break the glass and get away with placing a big shard of it to this hack's neck, before someone actually tried to sedate him? Odds are, with as many guards in this lobby (to be exact: five or six, quick head count). Joker placed his hands lazily in his lap, then turned his head to Crane with little resolve.

"Her name is Allegra." Joker stated as though Crane didn't know. "If you can't get that straight, 'Doctor'," (his tone leaked unmistakable sarcasm) "Then I suggest you..."

"Is she still in isolation?" Crane interrupted curiously.

Joker sighed deeply, thoroughly annoyed. Hearing this slighted emotion, Crane smirked at him.

"If I remember correctly, she said it was only business between the two of you."

"It is." Joker remarked.

"Then why would it bother you so greatly talking about her?"

"It doesn't."

"Oh really?" Crane asked quizzically.

Joker gave him a look, making no effort to hide his annoyance. However, Crane seemed to see through this. Instead, he shifted on the couch, presumably to watch the television, to get a nice look at just what was offered to the patients. Hearing one of the girls start openly bawling at the screen, Kleenex dabbing at her eyes, Joker and Crane looked at her as though she was crazy, then returned their gaze to the TV, but their voices spoke to one another.

"What is your relationship with Allegra?" asked Crane curiously.

Joker rolled his eyes.

"I believe we had this conversation before," said Joker ironically. "And I'll tell you the same thing, I told you before: If you're interested, ask her."

"I did." Crane stated. "She said you're only business partners."

"Well, see, there ya go," said Joker simply. "It resolved itself."

"It was a vague answer."

"Allegra's a straight shooter," Joker returned nonchalantly. "Odds are, if she wanted you to know her entire life story, I figure she'd tell ya right then and there." He smirked, adding, "Knowing her, in the most disturbing way possible."

Crane frowned at him; the blue eyes were piercing, but Joker was hardly phased. He returned the gaze with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Did this lanky has-been doctor even bother to realize just how physically outmatched he was compared to him? Evidently, Crane realized this just as easily as Joker knew it, for the doctor gave him a shadowed look of dislike.

"She kissed me," Crane reminded Joker.

"I'm aware of this," Joker responded nonchalantly. "You told me. So did she." He shrugged as though this didn't bother him; originally, it had...a little, but no longer.

"She told you?" asked Crane incredulously.

"Mmhmm." Joker responded. He turned full body to Crane. "Allegra is a strange broad—one minute she's sodomizing one of her co-workers, and the next, she's confessing the smallest details of herself—or at least, what I assume to be confessions."

Joker grinned at Crane when he failed to see the humor in this.

"It doesn't bother me when my employees are promiscuous. In fact, I prefer it."

"But what happened with Conner and his imps..."

Joker smirked, saying, "Gossip spreads like the common cold in this place, doesn't it?" He grinned darkly at Crane. "I couldn't give a care in the world if Allegra decides to up and fuck a guard, or even a nurse; in fact, she has her eye on one of them, maybe two. What she does with you, Leon, or any other dilapidated has-been is no business of mine."

Crane chuckled deeply. It resonated so deeply, Joker gave him a brief look of surprise.

"It's just business." Crane replied, knowing the game.

"Exactly." Joker returned.

"I'm guessing the business between you two goes down deeper than just sexual offers and premeditated murders." Crane stated arrogantly. "She rejected me in the end, when I clearly offered her something worth partaking. That only gives me the understanding that she has a ridiculous amount of attachment towards you."

Joker smiled at him. The doctor knew his stuff, that was for sure. It was worth admiring, but only for a short while.

"Well," said Joker modestly, "I can't take all the credit; it's been speculated that I'm a lot like her father."

"Mm." Crane noted this. "I've heard—that kind of relationship fed the vultures plenty on the news channel."

Joker agreed with that.

"I'd like to get her on my couch," Crane said. He thought for a second, looking at the Joker with some contemplated understanding. Maybe he had a way for this whole thing to work out—to get to Allegra and mediate with her unconventional, strangely possessive boss. Even though they were technically no longer working, Joker still had this feat that he was Allegra's boss...maybe in all rights, he was. After all...it was all business.

Seeing his gaze, Joker chuckled.

"Whatever you're thinking," said Joker calmly, "I'm not interested. Although," (he nodded his head in the direction of a man who was in all rights identical to Brad Pitt) "he's had his eyes on you for the last five minutes."

Crane glanced in that direction then immediately turned away. He gave Joker a harsh glance, to which Joker laughed as the doctor was made uncomfortable. He'd been in Arkham for a long time, but not that long.

"I was considering an arrangement." Crane stated politically.

Joker smiled at him—oh, this poor bastard still thought he was in medical school. Arrangement? What matters in this place could be arranged? The whole fucking system was tick-tocking to a tight schedule. One minute off, and the entire staff would become belligerent. Something about patients having a timed schedule and being able to cope with life—what they failed to understand was, as Allegra had mentioned before (and was correct), Time was an illusion.

However, Crane's interest seemed to peak Joker's curiosity. At any rate, it was something to do with Allegra. Since it concerned his lieutenant, Joker indulged.

"An arrangement, huh?" Joker asked. He chuckled saying, "Are you a man that can get things."

"Nothing like that," said Crane, smiling at the mockery. "My business is meant to establish a certain satisfaction, for all parties involved: you, me, and Allegra."

"No offense, Johnny Boy, but uh," Joker leaned forward, smirking: "I doubt you could handle Allegra—for that matter, myself, included."

"What?" Crane replied, a bit startled. Then he realized the sexual implication and he quickly dismissed it, saying, "Not that kind of satisfaction."

Joker giggled at his reaction and said in all seriousness, "Just as well; you seem to be the submissive type. I like it a little rough."

Crane's expression deceived the skepticism that Joker just wanted it a 'little' rough. An incredible amount of ironic emphasis on the word. When Crane gave this look to Joker, it made the clown laugh in his throat. Crane was so much more perceptive of the things around him, unlike these doctors. Dr. Leon above them all was the most clueless.

"You're hilarious." Joker commented, pointing at him. "I like you." He glanced at the guards who were making their rounds, seeing what the hubba was about, but they never came close to Crane and Joker. After all, the two were making nice—that's all that mattered. Whatever business happened between them was their own.

"Should I presume I'm on your good side? That I have your attention?" offered Crane—was that hope in his voice, or just a relaxed form of confidence?

"I don't have a good side." Joker replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "There's bad" (he offered his left hand) "and then there's just worse" (he waved his right hand). "But as far as you're concerned, you're teetering between them."

Crane glanced at Joker's left hand; there was that wedding band, identical to Allegra's.

"Do you consider yourself married to her?" asked Crane curiously.

Joker gave him a look. Apparently, it was one that made Crane nervous for the cerulean-eyed man raised his hands as though to mean no harm. When Joker relaxed his annoyance, Crane said, "I have a natural curiosity for these matters."

Joker flashed a crooked grin.

"Allegra is a woman of loyalty," said Joker calmly. "She may flirt with these doctors, nurses, and incorruptible security guards, and even make a pass to a man of your caliber." He grinned darkly: "But in the end, she always comes back to me."

"Well," Crane offered offhandedly, "You do share a room."

"Good; now you see my point." Joker returned.

"What was the point?" Crane asked.

"I'm not sure," Joker replied, chuckling. "But it's been fun watching you dig for answers. I'd say you probably hit the stone with that shovel of yours by now, hm?"

"Stone can still be broken." Crane offered.

Joker nodded to this, but said nothing further. To segue back to their conversation, Crane cleared his throat and leaned towards Joker.

"My arrangement is this." Crane stated. "I'd like to talk to Allegra—her mind intrigues me. With help, maybe she'd let me in."

"And do what exactly?" Joker asked ironically. "'Change' her? Trust me; I see no reason to do that. She's beautiful the way she is—twisted, disturbingly beautiful, but there it is."

"I don't mean to change her." Crane vowed strongly. He frowned, gesturing his eyes to the guards that surrounded them, and the nurses who were giving out medication. "I'm in full agreement on that; her mind doesn't need changing. But I do admire its twisted psychological bend."

The nurses came around the couch, offering the medication. The two patients took their designated pills, the small plastic cup of water, and tossed both of them back. When the nurses left, Joker and Crane glanced at each other knowingly, then both of them placed their mouth over their hand and the pills that had seemingly been taken, fell to their palm.

"It makes me wonder if they ever know the difference," Joker stated, tucking the pill inside the couch as Crane did the same.

"I'd say not." Crane returned just as skeptically. He looked at Joker. "Allegra's mind doesn't need altering, just admiration. That's all I want. In return, you get my services."

Joker chuckled, "I don't know whether to be disgusted or flattered."

Once more, Crane got his gist and he frowned saying, "Do you normally make these sexual remarks?"

"Not normally; I think Allegra's rubbing off on me." Joker stated, amused with this idea. He sighed, looking at Crane pointedly: "You could have offered Allegra the same arrangement."

"She'd have brought it to you anyway," Crane replied. "I skipped that extra step."

"It's strange how this little 'arrangement' doesn't help you." Joker stated.

"It does—I get to see her mind..."

"Forget that psychological talk, Crane." Joker told him. "I've not met one man that's has seen Allegra and hasn't been driven by that deeper force." He indicated in the downard direction, and Crane got his meaning immediately.

"Allegra is an attractive woman," Crane stated. "I don't deny it. How could anyone?"

Joker smiled, happy that Crane addressed the obvious. Joker placed his arm on the back of the couch, thoroughly enjoying the conversation.

"No doctor here will allow you to have a full therapy session unsupervised," Joker stated. "No smart doc, anyway. Getting into her mind isn't hard; you talk to her and end up knowing more information than you care to comprehend."

"I thought doing this would anger you," Crane stated. "Hence, this." He indicated the formal arrangement.

"When I first met Allegra," said Joker, amused, "she offered herself to me without me having to say anything. She's promiscuous, and has the highest sex drive I've ever seen in a woman. If you want that, take it." He smirked at Crane: "But don't blame me when you get a broomstick lodged up your ass."

At this remark, Crane stared at him. Joker's grin widened.

"She's a little kinky; I'm guessing you all didn't get to talk about her sexual exploits," Joker reasoned. He licked his scars, "she certainly has a rapist's wit; trust me."

He sighed and clapped Crane on the shoulder. "Just ask Rebecca and Dr. Leon. They can uh..tell you a few things." Joker winked.

At that point in time, the guards called for the bed time, and they began to be escorted out. Meanwhile, Crane stared after Joker with a look of uncertainty and incredibility. Maybe he should rethink his thesis of courting her, with the new information he was given about Allegra Davenheart.

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Joker was escorted by the guards to the cell. Officer Pierce Pearson was one guard. The other had forgotten his badge so therefore was unnamed. It didn't bother Joker that the other security guard looked a little distracted; he probably had some hot date waiting for him at home and he couldn't wait to check her pants. Joker smirked at Officer Pierce, however, who placed his hands on the code; one covered the dial pad; the other quickly thumbed in the security code.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

Five numbers. Joker looked at Officer Pierce for a second, before the cop gave him a once-over glance.

"Did you have a good chat with Scarecrow today? You guys were talking an awful lot." Office Pierce stated. He had a low brow, making him either look unhappy or all the while annoyed half the time. Maybe he was; after all, he worked in a mental hospital half his life; he should be so unhappy.

The other officer opened the cell door. The light shined from the bright hallway into the dark room; Joker could see Allegra on the close side of the bed; her eyes were closed, and from the discarded clothes on the floor, she'd decided to sleep naked. The blanket covered all but her right leg, which was slowly moving off the bed as she delved deeper into her subconscious slumber.

He looked at Officer Pierce, who'd also noticed Allegra's discreet nudity.

"Ever think about breaking a fourth wall, Pearson?" asked Joker. "Letting go time-to-time?"

"No." Officer Pierce stated coldly. His glance from Allegra to the clown was the same curiosity but the voice spoke utter nobility. All men were swayed by the idea of fucking a willing patient, even if that patient had her own idea of 'willingness'. The cop beside him, No-Name, looked in the cell briefly when Joker had spoken, and seeing the clothes on the floor, the young officer's eyebrow quirked upwards just a bit.

"Get to the other patients," ordered Officer Pierce when the temptation seemed to egg the young officer's lower being. "It's almost ten o'clock; they all should be in their cells for lock-up."

"Sure thing." The young officer replied.

"And put your badge on, for god's sake, Lawson. You're a man of the law for crying out loud," scolded Officer Pierce.

As though he'd been told this several hundred times, the kid scoffed but he pulled out from his pocket the little plaque name tag and pinned it to his uniform as the sauntered down to the lobby. Meanwhile, Joker chuckled, looking at Officer Pierce, who looked very annoyed.

"Kids today." Joker offered. "No respect."

Officer Pierce gave him a look; evidently, he didn't want his opinion.

"Get inside." Officer Pierce stated with force calm. Even if he didn't like Joker or what he stood for, Officer Pierce still gave the man some kind of respect. Granted, it was very little; regarding his tone, but he didn't call him 'scum' like some of the guards did, or refer to him as 'prisoner'. Because of this, Joker didn't offer a smart alec retort; instead, he happily stepped inside.

"It's none of my business," said Officer Pierce calmly. This made Joker look at him. "It's none of my business at all, what you and Scarecrow were talking about." He jerked his thumb to the youngest of the officers that just walked out—Lawson was probably only twenty. "Just gotta set a good role model for these younger people."

Joker chuckled, "He just needs a little molding. What kid doesn't?"

Officer Pierce nodded, somehow taking comfort in the prisoner's words. He shook his head.

"Bad business." Officer Pierce stated. "Just bad. Anyway—uh...good night."

He awkwardly latched the door shut. It clicked once. Then twice. Joker gave him a mild look. What the hell was that about?

He shrugged. No skin off his nose what the officer considered bad. Probably had a bad day today—tutoring the newbies was always a hard skill. No patience.

Joker walked in the dark, blinded by it. When the door shut, so did the light leave him. He took off his shoes and socks; his bare feet were quiet on the freezing tile. He stripped down to nothing, crawling on the bed. The bedding itself was just as cold—evidently, the heat wave had passed. Instead of sweating all hours of the night, it was now a constant freeze.

In front of him, Allegra was talking in her sleep. Lightly breathing, sighing sometimes, and then she'd speak a word or two, but never wake.

"Get...one...that...there." Allegra mumbled. She sighed deeply, then nothing was spoken.

Joker started to shiver. Clothes off, and suddenly it was an ice box! Did all prisoners sleep in this, or was it just this cell alone? He'd have to ask Crane about his own room temperature. Evidently, he'd accommodated a friend in the market, so it was a better time than any.

He moved towards Allegra; she radiated heat. She'd not been with the other patients today; according to the low, dulcet tones of doctors who failed to keep their patient conversations out of earshot, Allegra wasn't due for integration until this coming weekend. Just as good of a time as any—the administration office wouldn't be around to witness any disturbances.

With all this time under the covers, Allegra's body was warm.

"I don't...plate." Allegra muttered again.

If this was anything that he had been doing while asleep, Joker could have guessed why Allegra had been so aroused by it. Allegra sighed deeply after talking in her sleep, and then her body would move under the covers; a move of the arm here, a slid of the leg here. At her most vulnerable, Allegra was subconsciously attractive.

And the talk with Crane about her most deviated sexual exploits had made him no more ready for this arousal than her moan that was riddled in the dark.

Joker slid close to her—she was really warm. He placed his right hand on her neck, moving her hair to one shoulder. As he did this, he noticed that whatever dream she was having, it must have been sexual. Her hips moved forward and back, like a light lap dance. When she moved back, her lower back tapped against his growing erection.

"Right there..." Allegra uttered.

Joker smirked when she rolled on her back. She was awake, but looked at him as though she couldn't recognize him. Maybe she had thought it was someone else. Joker smiled at her.

"You're not Daddy." Allegra uttered, as though she was truly confused.

Hearing her, Joker smiled: "I'm guessing he was the cause of your enjoyment?"

Allegra thought about it and looked at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"I told you." Joker uttered softly. "You talk in your sleep."

He positioned them so her back rested against his chest; and he sat up. Allegra gasped at the contact of his cold exterior against her warmth, but smiled when he pulled the covers up to her stomach.

"What was Dad doing?" asked Joker.

"I don't know." Allegra muttered. It was unnatural, her reaction. She almost seemed embarrassed.

"Oh, you do." Joker uttered. "I think it's sweet you still dream about him. In that way, especially."

"I'm not talking about it." Allegra returned.

"We don't have to talk about it." Joker replied. He placed his hands on her chest, cupping her breasts in them. "But uh clearly you didn't reach your peak."

Allegra squirmed on him.

"I'm not in the mood." Allegra stated. She began to move away, but Joker pulled her back.

"You're in the mood, Allegra. I can tell." Joker told her.

Allegra was taken aback when Joker moved his right hand between her legs, and touched the folds of her sex, just barely. She gasped with desire, it hitched in her voice.

"See?" Joker drawled in her ear.

"I don't want this." Allegra mumbled. "Not right now."

"Liar." Joker whispered. He touched her jaw with his left hand, moving her head so their lips touched. "I know you want it." He licked her bottom lip. With that, Allegra returned the kiss—reluctantly at first, then her hesitation faltered. It was weird how Allegra was acting. It wasn't like her at all to refuse him.

"Dreaming of the past, hm?" Joker asked quietly.

"No." Allegra said, but her tone just said 'yes'.

"Don't lie to me."

Joker rubbed his palm against her sex and her back arched just a little. Her right hand covered the back of his, stopping him.

"Stop." Allegra told him.

When she opened her eyes, they were dilated. That much, Joker could tell; it made her more attractive...it only made him want her just a little more.

"Want 'Daddy' to finish the rest?" asked Joker softly. Allegra had a dream of her father. Whether she wanted it from him or from Joker was unclear, but it was clear she was still half-dreaming. She wasn't acting like herself, at least, not like herself when she was completely involved. Alert Allegra never rejected him. If only just to fight him for the obvious reasons.

To his question, Allegra nodded. In this, Joker stared at her. Good lord, this broad was really messed up, wasn't she? He grinned though.

Beautiful.

"Then show me." Joker purred in her ear. "How does Daddy please his good little girl?"

Allegra looked at him as though confused; her eyebrows furrowed with the emotion but her eyelids lowered in deep arousal. Joker figured at some point, she realized it was him. Now the dirty talk was really getting to her.

This would be one to tell Crane if he was so interested in her mind.

Allegra moved her legs; she placed them on the outside of his legs, as though creating herself a barrier so if she tried to move her legs together, they'd be prevented from doing so. At the same time as she did this, Joker felt her move against his erection; he couldn't suppress it so he let out a stifled moan. She pushed herself up so Allegra's head lain on the crook of his neck; her hands touched the back of his left and right; the left on her stomach; the right on her sex.

"Kiss me." Allegra uttered quietly. "Gently."

Joker smirked at her saying practically, "With or without tongue."

Allegra grinned and said, "With."

Joker obliged. It was slow, it was gentle. As she opened her mouth for him to deepen the kiss, Joker felt her hands guide him. Her fingers rested over his fingers. At the same time, they were involved in her mouth, the kissing ever slow and soft, and tongues caressing.

During this point, Joker smirked; he was going to be proven correct about Allegra's direct approach. Hearing a woman describe to him what she wanted—it was one of the sexiest things a woman could do for a man. Allegra stopped the kiss, looking at him.

Her right hand kept his on her sex; he felt her become more wet.

"Pet me," Allegra murmured. "Like you're petting a cat."

Joker smirked, happy to do so. Her hand remained on the back of his, as though she'd forgotten it was there, but he didn't mind. He moved his fingers back and forth along her sex, and admired how restrained her moans were—like she knew to be quiet.

As though she knew if she made a loud noise, someone might discover them.

Joker couldn't deny the slightest electrical current that shot through him when Allegra whispered, "Yes, Daddy...right there."

Joker looked at her incredulously. Talk about disturbing. But yet, he couldn't deny that there was just enough disturbance in her half-dreaming state to make him understand Crane's curiosity. Allegra was definitely an unstable individual, but that was the beauty of it.

When he didn't stop petting her, Allegra's hips were starting to move to him. At that point, Allegra touched his wrist, and this was a gesture to cease. Joker did so. As though she needn't say it, Allegra placed her hand over his again, moving namely his fingers and bent them in unspoken direction. Joker understood her meaning, and slipped his index and ring finger between her swollen folds. At this, Allegra moaned loudly.

Joker placed his left hand over her mouth, silencing her. In full agreement of his actions, Allegra touched his forearm; her fingers gripping him.

When he moved his fingers deeper inside, Allegra was all moans. Her hips buckled and thrashed. It was obvious what was going on in her being; Joker could feel it on his hand and hear her muffled sounds of pleasure...thanks to Crane's pointers, Joker now wondered what she was truly imagining.

When her moans had dialed down, Joker lowered his hand to her neck, keeping her steady as he fingered her slowly, circling his digits inside her. She moved her hips with his isolated movements.

"How does it feel, Precious?" Joker purred.

Allegra's eyes opened with a fire—awakened below and above. She looked at Joker, as though seeing him for the first time. Suddenly, she tried to get away. Joker pulled her back, taking her wrists, and pinning her on her back.

Maybe this was Allegra's dream state of being somewhat righteous—Righteous Allegra was seeing 'Daddy' for the first time, thanks to society's morality twisting what she'd known to be somewhat moral had become unethical in all states. Allegra frowned up at what had been Daddy for the last ten minutes in her dream, and apparently, she was still half-asleep.

"I don't want you." Allegra muttered, shaking her head.

"But I want you." Joker returned wickedly. He moved his mouth onto hers, kissing her hard. Daddy may kiss gentle, but the man also had more restraint than what Joker found himself capable. The rough kiss pulled Allegra in and out of her dream; at one second, she was willing, then the next, she was fighting him.

Joker wasn't sure what was happening. But he enjoyed it all the same. Allegra was dreaming of Daddy, that much was for certain. In whatever time Allegra had become accustomed to her father's advances was about the time Allegra was doing this to Daddy—like what she was doing right now to him. Fighting, and yet, unwillingly liking it. Until she became completely brainwashed into thinking this was all normal.

Allegra wiggled her hands, attempting to break her restraint when Joker separated her legs with his.

"Stop." Allegra pleaded.

It was a whimper.

"We should really stop this fighting," Joker stated, "otherwise, we might wake the others."

Allegra glared at him, the isolated gaze. Was she glaring at him or at the figment father? Was she fighting him...or Daddy? It was unclear. Either way, Joker couldn't take it personal; this was too much fun.

When Joker pressed himself against her sex, she gasped in the same desirous way she'd done before. An expression of pain briefly crossed her features—pain of necessity. She was swollen against his cock; it'd take a hard thrust to get between them. But that didn't bother Joker. Not one bit.

However, her constant thinking he was someone else almost made Joker a little annoyed. If she was going to be in pain, he wanted her to know it was him doing it, not some dream-lived father of hers. It was hard to do when everything he did reminded Allegra of her father. Except a few things.

Joker released her wrists and when he did, she was suddenly trying to hit him. Pushing him off her. But not to get away. Allegra growled as though infuriated, shoved him off the bed, onto the floor; he landed on his back, and she mounted him. When he reached to her, Allegra snatched his forearms and slammed them on the tile, on either side of his shoulders. The action sent another little shock wave throughout his being.

Allegra was fully alert now. It was clear—her expression of lust, the way she glared at him, and her simple movements made her seem all that more alert. There was nothing more obvious to that except Allegra's strength. Evidently, she realized it too.

Joker smirked at her.

"Sleep walking, sleep 'talking', but I've never heard of someone fucking in their sleep." Joker told her.

Allegra gave him a confused smile.

"Apparently, I'm winning." Allegra told him. She looked down at their position and then grinned when he was smirking at her. He began to sit up but Allegra shoved him back on the ground.

"Just because I was half-asleep," said Allegra dangerously, "doesn't mean I'm finished."

"I would hope not." Joker replied.

Allegra released his arms and moved her hand to his cock, positioning him so she lowered herself completely, burying him inside her. At this, Allegra and Joker moaned deeply.

"After, you'll have to give me the details on your dream." Joker told her.

Allegra began to ride him, hard, and fast. She lowered her upper body onto his, gaining a faster momentum. Their mouths were centimeters apart, lips parted in lust and need, but they never kissed. Allegra's nail dug into his shoulders, drawing blood.

"You pretty much have them already," Allegra moaned. She lifted herself up, her nails were like needles in his chest and torso. When the speed quickened, Allegra pushed against him for a balance; Joker held her hips, guiding her to the optimal level of absolute ecstasy.

It was more than ever becoming a need. If they didn't finish, it would be torture.

Allegra's hips grinded against him; Joker thrusted himself inside her when she came down on him. The slow, gradual and heightened climb was ever breath-taking—Allegra was practically hyperventilating—he matched her.

And then BAM it hit them.

Allegra snatched his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head, grinning when she felt him thrust inside her for a deeper climax. In this play, Allegra felt completely empowered. She saw Joker's expressions of complete submission—her inner dominatrix was purring.

As the climax subsided, Allegra slackened her grip, then placed her hands casually on his chest. Her lips pecked his neck, then to his scars. Her tongue traced them before it slid between his parted lips and found its identical. Allegra grinned broadly when he kissed her back; both were breathless.

His hands moved behind her and Allegra startled when he pinched her butt. They were silent for a little while, then Joker, after he'd managed his breathing, looked at Allegra pointedly.

"I talked to Crane today." Joker stated.

"Oh yeah?" Allegra asked. "What does he want?"

"He wants to know your mind—inside and out." Joker stated.

Allegra looked at him and said softly, "Opening Pandora's Box, isn't he?"

"I told him to go for it," said Joker. "Looks to me he has a crush on you."

"That's unhealthy." Allegra stated.

"Probably wants a little more than to know your mind." Joker replied knowingly.

"And you're not bothered by it?"

"Why should I be?" asked Joker. He smiled, placing his hand in her hair and pulling it gently. The uncharacteristic feat made Allegra's face tighten with discomfort.

"He's a doctor."

"Mmhmm."

"He's a patient."

"Mmhmm."

"He probably wants to have sex with me." Allegra stated.

Joker shrugged, "I don't see your point."

"You said a long time ago you don't want me with anyone else but you—isn't that..."

"You should know me by now, Bunny." Joker replied ironically. "I'm a hypocrite—if you want Crane, take him. Trust me: I gave him the same warning."

"Warning?"

"Your sexual appetites aren't normal, Pet." Joker replied. "Even for me."

"So what's the warning?" asked Allegra.

Joker sat up—being that he was still buried inside her, Allegra and Joker were still lacking distance but both sitting up. They acknowledged this with a broad smirk.

"You're very kinky." Joker stated. "I may appreciate a broomstick in the ass given the right circumstances, Bunny, but others aren't quite so accepting."

Allegra grinned.

"I'll hold you to that."

"To what?"

"The broomstick in the ass." Allegra said.

Joker pulled out of her and when he did, Allegra moaned involuntarily. She laid down on her back, recovering from the tease; Joker stood to his feet, looking at the naked sadist before he sat on the bed. Allegra crawled to him, her hands on his knees, looking up at him as she sat on her legs.

"Did Crane make some arrangement? Is that how I came up?"

"Yeah," said Joker. "He gets to talk to ya and in return, I get his services."

Allegra smirked, saying, "Well, he is good-looking."

"Not that kind of service." Joker replied.

Allegra chuckled deviously.

"So what—he just wants to talk to me and then we can use him for whatever reason?"

"That's my understanding."

Allegra thought for a second and said softly, "He can recruit with us—some people liked the hype in all that fear toxin bologna. Surely, there are people in here that would appreciate it; maybe he can get a few people."

"For us to overthrow this place, Allegra, we'd need twenty good men on our side," Joker told her practically. "Not only patients—more than that. Some of them will take years to turn, given they're just as incorruptible as Batman."

"Ooh, Batman." Allegra purred; she grinned widely.

Joker gave her a pleased smile; the woman only met the caped crusader once—at best and to his knowledge—but being smacked by the Batman as she wore that crimson-colored dress seemed to be Allegra's only riveting memory of him. That, and Allegra was attracted to tall, dark, and slightly disturbed men.

"Time, I have." Allegra stated, back to the conversation. "Lots of it." She stood to her feet, standing between his legs. "It's patience I don't have."

She smiled when Joker pulled her to him, his hands on the back of her thighs while his lips touched her navel. More to feel her than start anything else. Allegra felt his mouth drop lower, just above her sex. Her eyes closed when she felt his tongue lick between her swollen folds and touch her throbbing center.

"Then again," Allegra muttered when she felt his hands separate her legs a little more so he could move his tongue deeper inside, "I guess I can wait it out."

She yelped a little when he moved her to the bed, and moved between her legs again.

"Ooh, Round 2." Allegra giggled. "And no broomstick."

Joker cracked a grin before he moved inside her again.