Kait: HE WON! HE WON! HE WON! HEATH LEDGER! He won best supporting actor at the Oscars! Fuck yes! I cried when he won. His parent's speech was so touching! He deserved it though! Screw all the haters that say he won because he died! His performance was the best I have seen in all my life, so he deserved it for the performance and the acting job, not his state of being. Congrats Heath! You earned it!
Syd: (wipes eyes) Heath Ledger, I have loved you for so many years! RIP man.. you gave the performance of the decade!
Joker: Congrats!
The Joker took his hand casually off the side of the door frame, eyeing Nichole up and down with suspicion. He took a step inside, dropping his hands to his side. Nichole backed up ever so slightly, clutching the front of the bathrobe she wore, hoping he was not going to rip it off of her.
He slowly made his way in front of her, his head narrowed downward as he towered over her menacingly. He had one eyebrow raised. Nichole tried to keep a blank face, but knew her disgust and hate towards him was showing on her face, along with her fear. But this time her fear was of two things. The Joker and her sanity. She obviously was not sane and she knew this. It is not normal for one to see someone else inside of them. She feared that Candy would take over her and the Joker would hate Candy, since Candy was a bit too much like him in a sense, and the Joker was into the weaker ones. Nichole for example. The Joker was definitely into Nichole, as he was last night. When she thinks "into her" she means in a way that he hates her, but he'd keep her alive for now. Love was a word that she would never incorporate with him.
The Joker raised one hand in the air and brought two fingers down to the belt of the robe, firmly grasping at it, giving it a small tug. Nichole yelped, holding onto it tighter, and trying to squat down to the floor. "Yanno taking people's belongings without asking is called stealing, which is against the law." He stated, grabbing her shoulder to keep her standing up.
Nichole, as shaken as she was, looked at him in the eye biting the inside of her mouth as she whispered. "You stole me."
She thought back to everything the Joker had stolen from her. She thought about, her students, her house, her beloved Tom and her dog Atticus. Though his list was already filled to the last marking in the note, it still kept on rising. Just yesterday she lost the new life that she had grown to love so much. Her job, her new friends and her students. Now she lost her sanity. The one thing she swore she would never lose.
She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip to keep from crying.
The Joker licked his lips, tilting his head at her. "I thought...uh...we had been over this many times now. Now listen Nikki, cause I am only going to say this one more time. If I have to again I may just carve it into you. You. Belong. To. Me.....You'd think that beautiful scar on your face would be enough proof, but I guess if you want another one so you are reminded......" He ran his dirty fingers over the J scar, and smiled.
She shuttered involuntarily in his grasp. He moved forward on her pressing her into one of the few places on the wall, which was a free space in the tiny bathroom. He exhaled out of his mouth purposely onto her face. "I have to admit doll face...Last night was a fun night of tricks."
Nichole held back a scream as she remembered just a few moments ago Candy had said the word "Doll face". It was true, then. Candy and the Joker are alike in many ways, even speech. Nichole had to think more about Candy and why really she was formed in her mind. Nichole was a smart enough individual to know, when one starts talking to themselves, it's time to figure it out quickly before things get out of hand. Of course she would be thinking more about this, if the Joker wasn't invading her personal space at the moment.
"Normally I make all the marks." He ran his fingers over the visible cuts on her face, the bite marks on her neck and the bruises surrounding both of her wrists.
"But it seems you got feisty as well my little Nichole. My back was sore when I woke up. And I wonder why." He smiled.
She cocked her head in confusion at him.
Suddenly, it dawned on her.
Only then, did her eyes scrutinized the work on his newly damaged body.
His face was covered with newly forming bruises. He had one particularly dark one on the side of his jaw. These were the bruises that she, herself, had inflicted upon him. As her eyes trailed down his neck and over his bare torso, she noticed the evident purple and painful bruises that covered his body. All of them were from the time her rage had bubbled over and reached its peak.
Her lips trembled; she had no idea she was capable of causing this monster harm.
His back!
Her eyes widened. She now remembered how Candy had dug her fingernails lustfully in his back when he-....…
"Of course I don't mind at all...but tell me what brought on such an act." He bite his lip to stop himself from erupting into laughter, as he saw clearly on her face that she knew what he was talking about.
"You are a pig to think that I did that in a way that meant I enjoyed it!" She spat in his face. "I was trying to cause you pain so you would let go! YOU'RE A FUCKING MONSTER! You took everything from me! My students, my pride, my hope, my home, my friends, my dignity, my body.." She choked on the last word as tears threatened to pour out of her eyes. Her throat felt very raw. That factor disgusted her most of all. After it seemed that he had taken everything that was close to her, he consummated his statement of her belonging to only him by taking her!
The Joker showed on his face his anger had risen, and he snarled at her looking as if he was going to slap her across the face. But surprisingly he did not.
He suddenly slipped his fingers into the side neck of her robe starting to pull down. Nichole let out a shriek as she brought her hands to his pained chest and pushed. He ignored her though and wrapped his other arm behind her waist pulling her to him. She brought a hand up to his, the one tugging on the robe, and tightly grabbed it to prevent him from going down any further.
He placed his mouth next to her ear, her face being now close to his shoulder. He spoke very slowly and softly making sure Nichole would every single word. "And you know… that last thing… I can take it again… As many… times… as… I want-tah. It belongs to me."
He then leaned back and let go of her, letting out a fit of his infamous laughter.
He turned towards the bathroom sink, still giggling. Nichole couldn't hold back a gasp as his back turned to her. She slid down against the wall, holding the robe closed and curling up her knees.
His back was by far worse than his chest. Painful bumps and purple bruises seemed to cover his entire back. They were all from when Nichole had pounded her fists into his muscles to cause him pain. She was shocked at the fact that she was the one who did this to him.
And sure enough, the scratch marks were evident on his back, proving Candy's existence.
He stared at himself in the mirror, making a few faces at himself before rubbing water on himself to remove the last of the makeup on his face. Nichole once again found herself surprised by his makeup less face. He creepily smiled at himself once more, before reaching for a small yellow object placed on the sink.
She was in shock to see it was actually a small yellow toothbrush in his hands. He ran it under water and placed it in his mouth to clean his teeth.
Nichole stared opened mouth at him. He had yellow teeth; she knew this as she had been up close and personal with them. So why would he brush them to make them white? Was he turning over a new leaf? What was going on?
The Joker sensed her looking at him, and looked at her with an eyebrow raised. With toothbrush still in his mouth he mumbled, "Whaaa? I dun ooos toothpasstsaa. If I ooos only waaatah my eeeth-"
But Nichole interrupted him, barely being able to understand what he spoke. "What?"
He sighed removing the yellow toothbrush. "If I don't use toothpaste, I just remove the food in my teeth, but I keep the yellow tinge I have grown to adore. What?" He looked at her confused. "A guy brushes his teeth and now you freak out at him? Nichole you are very odd you know that?" He continued to brush his teeth.
Nichole frowned burying her face in her lap. Images of Ariel on the ground bleeding and hurt popped into her mind. She quickly raised her head back up, blinking realizing she was crying, from that simple image of her former student. Nichole was thankful Ariel was alive, but wished she could see her once more and explain to her the situation. She then pictured Jesse, dead, and Ariel hovering over his body in tears screaming. "NICHOLE! This is all your fault look! He's dead! I loved him and he's dead! You caused this!"
And really she did. The fact she was alive and at the school, was an open arm welcoming for the Joker.
She hated him with every fiber of her being… and there he was brushing his teeth plainly in front of her. He wasn't paying attention. He was an open target for attack. She could...just sneak up behind him...and-
"You're in for a treat today Nichole, a real treat." He chimed finishing his daily care of himself, as too little as it may be. "I decided as soon as I woke up that, yesterday was big day for me. A big...big day. I did so much in such a short amount of time, so in order to stay on my schedule and not get ahead, I am going to take today off and spend it with my favorite person in the whole world." He smiled manically at her, looking at her as if she was meat and he was a hungry stray dog.
"Please tell me you fancy a henchman of yours dearly." Nichole said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She had a new plan on her mind. Get the Joker to hate her. To hate her so much that he can't stand to be around her and just kills her to relieve himself of her. To do that she needs to get rid of her weak doormat self and be mean and rude. Fighting back is not mean in his eyes. He likes it. She just needs to do things he hates. Nichole wasn't sure though she would be able to do it. Many times she has told herself to stay strong in front of him but always ends up breaking down at some point, whether it is in tears or in anger and violence. Either way he wins, since he loves them both.
"Nichole I am going to give you a valuable lesson today. Be sure to pay attention. Alright now, sarcasm is the lowest form of wit. Now we both know you to be a very smart woman, as evident by your sneakiness and your ability to know without really knowing what makes me giggle with humor. So as you can see there is no need for that. I myself do not partake in that form of wit, as I do not need it." He ran his fingers through his hair forward, the green and dirty blonde clumps looking awkward against his makeup less skin.
Nichole said nothing, utterly defeated by the Joker. People tend to think he is not really a smart man and just a wacko in clown makeup, but honestly Nichole came to realize that he was the smartest and cleverest man she ever has known in her life. This of course was very very bad. She thought before she ever was in the same room as him six months ago, that he was just a brain of an operation, but he is also physically a fighter if he wanted to be. Against her and many others he is more powerful, but against Batman true he would not win. But there was no Batman here to fight off the evil monsters in her closet. She had to face them head on.
Looking satisfied with his win, the Joker said "Since I have the day off, I think it's only custom to start it off with a gift." He grinned, leaving the room momentarily, making no signs at all that he wanted Nichole to follow him.
Nichole slowly got up from her huddled position, still holding the robe shut tightly fearing he would jump in and attack at a moment's notice. She pondered what the hell this gift could be. He had already given her enough for her life thank you very much.
She wanted to strangle herself with the robe's belt as soon as he entered the room again. In his hand was something she could recognize, from a mile away. He held in both hands her Candy costume. The black one piece, with a red skirt towards the bottom. It looked crumpled and as if it had not been ironed in quite some time.
Faintly, she could hear Candy cackle in the back of her mind.
"Where....Where did you get that?" Was all Nichole could say, as she did remember that the police found her in the outfit. The police would have then discarded it into an evidence file at the station, leaving it out of the Joker's grasp.
Candy herself giggled in Nichole's mind. Well well well....finally you have an outfit that actually does you justice Nikki.
She gulped as he got closer, every detail of the outfit now coming into view. From the two golden lines going down the front of the one piece, to the small candy canes that dangled off of the skirt's bottom hand sewn on by Nichole in the back of the van the Joker had allowed her to use when she went shopping for the said outfit. The white at the top and sleeves had some brown patches of dirt on it. She figured it had not been washed while it was in evidence.
The Joker swished it in the air; as if it was an old rug he found in the attic and was airing out. "This ole thing?" He laughed. "Let's just say I still have my men in Gotham's so called trustworthy police department. I requested specifically for this to be found and taken out of the evidence room. No one will notice, until Gotham's police force is under attack and being sued. Course then they will want to pull out the file they have on you and that case, but loathe and behold it won't be found. Only further proving how bad they are at running order and laws throughout this city. Besides this outfit has more uses. I am a man of recycling. I use things till they are useless and need to be disposed of properly." the way he said that, made Nichole think he was talking about not just the outfit, but herself too.
He threw her the outfit roughly, Nichole barely managing to catch it and gasping since she was not expecting the black, red, and white blur to come at her so fast.
"I am not giving you the candy cane just yet though...I am not about to turn around and be whacked over the head with it by you. As we both know you like it rough now." He winked, leaving the room once more and returning with his own purple paints, his blue shirt and green vest.
Nichole looked down at the dress then back up to the Joker, like a lost lamb. She knew he wanted her to put it on, but did not want to slip into the dress at all. The laughs of Candy grew louder inside her head as the velvet outfit was in her small hands. She was barely able to hear the Joker say "Put it on."
She remained there though, staring at the dress absently. The Joker could visibly see she was not all there and this raised many questions in his head. She wasn't really acting herself lately.
Nichole doesn't it feel great? To have it back in your hands? Candy asked innocently To have this....This symbol of power. This symbol of your creation! This outfit....this alter ego that young Ariel sees you as. The alter ego the world will soon see you as. Think about your brother? What will he have to say when he sees you on the news once he returns from the war!
Nichole knew Candy was trying to get her angry, so she could take over Nichole. But she would not give in. She took a deep breath, and was taken out of her thoughts when she heard the Joker speak again.
"Yanno sweet-heart-tah. It's very rude to not accept gifts given to you. Especially ones some people went out of their ways to get-tah." The Joker narrowed his eyes, his voice rising in anger. He had just finished buttoning his pants up and was slipping on his shirt.
The fact he just called her "sweetheart" made the bile in her stomach rise. "Okay...Okay I'll put it on. But could you-?" She eyed the door.
"Oh no I am staying. You're starting to get guts eh? Trying to give me orders, when we both know I am the one in charge. Besides I am here to enjoy the show. Nothing more." He waved his hands, and then propped himself up on the sinks counter leaning back against the wall, his hands now resting behind his head as he watched Nichole smiling.
She rolled her eyes, turning her back to him as she opened the robe, without taking it off of herself. She heard him scowl in frustration.
Nope, Nichole thought, He is not getting what he wants.
She unzipped the dress and stepped into it, pulling it upwards to her chest. She reached around behind her and up the robe to try and zip it, but found this task to be very difficult. She sighed knowing full well what she had to do.
She turned and faced the Joker, who quickly reached down to put on his green vest and act like he had not just been watching her like a hawk. Nichole glared, removing the robe, thankful that the dress covered her body. All that was not covered was right above her bottom and up in the back, due to the unzipped zipper. "I-I...." She cleared her dry throat. "I need help."
"Yes...Why yes you do. Finally something we can agree on here." The Joker smiled, buttoning his vest up. Nichole glared at him. "Oh oh! You meant with your outfit! Ho Ha ha ha!" he laughed. He knew from the beginning what she meant, but found it rather amusing to mess with her. "Here...I shall help-pah you."
He removed himself from the counter standing up, facing her. He looked down at her ushering her to turn around. She sent another glare at him before slowly making a 180 degree turn. She felt his hands linger by the zipper that was directly above her bottom. He began to pull up very slowly. Nichole could feel his breath on the back of her neck. With his other hand he pushed her hair forward so it would not get caught in the zipper. It sent tingling feelings down her spine as he did this. He zipped all the way up and then brought his hands around her waist, pulling her to him. She felt him rest his head on top of her head, his chin fitting nicely on top of it.
This just proved how short and vulnerable she was, and how he towered over her.
His chest was going up and down faster than normal and Nichole wondered if this was turning him on in some sick way. She tried to lean her upper body forward that was not locked up against him, but he was all over that within seconds. He brought one of the hands around her waist up more to wrap around her chest, pulling her tighter to him. He could feel her heart beat spastically as he moved the hand around her waist up slowly, caressing her covered stomach.
They remained there for what seemed like a few minutes, Nichole feeling very awkward and the Joker staying relatively quiet except for a few sighs or mumbles. Finally he let go and turned her around to face him, by grabbing a hold of one of her shoulder. He pushed her backwards, so he could get a full and nice view of her now in the Candy outfit.
"Beaaa-uuuu-tiful!" He nodded. "Oh come now don't look so sad." He stared at her for a few, and then with the hand that was not placed on her shoulder, he snapped his fingers. "Oh! I know what will cheer you up!"
He grinned, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her against his side. He led her out of the room and out of the bedroom area. They went down the hall and two flights of steps to the first floor. A few men were here and there eating or shining up guns. The Joker shooed the two men that were sitting by the TV away and lightly pushed Nichole onto the sofa. It reeked of spoiled food and dirty socks.
The Joker took the clicker and changed the channel to the 10 am news. "Ah just in time." He sighed leaning back on the sofa, pulling Nichole to him. He forced her to rest her head on his shoulder, and then proceeded to pat her head. "You are going to like this. I guarantee it." He nodded.
"Breaking news this morning!" The reporter said, her voice rose in anger. "Gotham City police department is now being sued and under investigation, about a school shooting in a town just a half hour outside of it. The reason? It seems a cold case in Gotham, involving the mysterious Candy, a henchwomen sighted with the Joker, months back has been fully uncovered by the FBI. It seems that Candy is actually Nichole Stevens, a Gotham City resident, apparently kidnapped by the Joker over eight months ago at a Bruce Wayne Party. The woman was never originally identified and Gotham police stated she was never found. It is now questioned whether it was a kidnapping or a purposely done plot, as this woman has now been founded and identified as Nichole.
Now how may you ask does this tie into the school shooting? Well apparently, after the Joker was caught and sent to Arkam, the Gotham City police department put Nichole under protective custody and sent her to Lakeview, to be a teacher at a public high school. Now first off, if that is not messed up, I do not know what is." She snarled angrily. "Sending someone with ties to the Joker to an environment with young teenagers? Ridiculous! Now this information was kept hidden from the students and parents while Nichole was teaching there for just about six months.
Fast forward to now. The Joker escapes. Apart from this information not being told to us for over a day after he escapes, where do you people think he goes first? That is correct. He goes to the school were Nichole is and starts shooting everyone there, killing countless students, and taking Nichole/Candy with him. It is unknown if she was shooting at children as well. Ariel Wescott, one of the survivors is speaking out soon about the horrors she faced. She was face to face with the Joker and Nichole talking in the same room. The Joker threw her out of a two story window and shot at her many times.
This brings questions to me and I bet you as well. How trustworthy are the Gotham police department? Hiding this case from us, as they knew right from the beginning Candy was this Nichole woman, and then hid the case from the world. They then harbored a criminal at the school as a teacher. It was a ticking time bomb for when the Joker would escape and cause chaos to the school. It is also being questioned whether Nichole helped the Joker escape as well. All these questions will be answered once she is in custody.
But who knows? With this police department, I doubt that the Joker and Candy will ever be in jail again. Eight months ago the Joker had his men on the inside of many Gotham police departments. Who's to say he doesn't have his men in there again?
Just how corrupt is Gotham City? More details on this shocking story are yet to be released. But a warning to you all that the Joker, if seen, should not be approached. If you see him, and I do not see why you would not recognize him." A picture of the Joker came on screen, from a bank security camera. The Joker sighed at the picture thinking it was a horrible one. "If you see him, call the police immediately and get out of that area. He is extremely dangerous and most likely armed.....In the weather today-"
The Joker hit the mute button and looked down at Nichole. She had slowly inched her way forward during the whole news report. She was now leaning forward her hands on her knees staring at the screen in utter shock. The Joker had things go smoothly for his plan. She was now a wanted criminal. The city did not know the truth of the matter, but they knew she was Candy. The gig was up. She was not safe if she went out in Gotham City ever again.
The Joker was her only safe place in the city, unless she were to go to jail. This sounded a lot better than being with the Joker. At least in jail there were regular food she could count on to eat and not be drugged by, she would not get raped, and most of all she could be away from the monster that killed all her friends.
New plan of action for Nichole: Somehow get arrested and pray the Joker will not bust her out, if she were to succeed.
It felt like fifty knives were stabbing Nichole on the inside. She wanted to scream. Preferably at the Joker. He was the main source of this pain that she felt.
"Ah...Well that cheered me up. I don't know about you?" the Joker nudged her side. She did not respond. She knew if she opened her mouth she would start cursing at him, and she did not know when she would stop.
"So good that you're speechless?" the Joker clapped his ungloved hands together. "Do I know how to make you happy or what?" He teased, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"Don't touch me." She said softly. "This is all your fault…" Her voice wavered while she stared at the ground.
He pressed one finger to her lips. "A ta-ta. I believe I told you not to blame me for your crimes. You don't see me blaming you for my crimes, now do you?"
"Yeah I do..." Nichole began, but was stopped by a voice in her head. Nichole you will anger him. He's told you he took today off. Do you think it was all just to stay here with you? Of course not! He is tired and angering a tired man is known by every woman to be a No-No. So quit while you are ahead!
The Joker glared at her. "....No no go on, don't stop just because I made a face. I am dying to hear what you have to say."
Nichole flushed, embarrassed by Candy ganging up on her with the Joker, who unknowingly was a part of it. "No....never mind." Nichole then thought of all the students dead, on the floor littering the hallways with blood and guts. That was her fault. She should have said no to working so close to Gotham and working with high schoolers. She was being selfish to put them in danger. It wasn't the Joker's fault. It was hers. "I...I am sorry." Nichole shocked herself saying that, but she knew it was true. She was blaming the sins of hers to him. She could never forgive herself ever.
The Joker could not hide his jaw dropping as she said this. He quickly picked back up his jaw and swallowed. She hit him with a curve ball flat in the face. "You're....sorry?" He asked confused.
"It's....my fault. It's all my fault." She stared at the ground, focusing on his shoe. "I was selfish. I knew you would escape. In my heart I hoped you would not but I knew you would, and yet I took the job as a teacher. I endangered my students and lied to them all about me!" Tears were running down from her eyes at this point. "I....I shot that cop at the bank on that job you had me do when I was with you last time! I helped blow up a building. I did it all! Not you. Not you." She began to cry. She was losing her faith in herself. Maybe Candy was right from the beginning. Candy was the wiser one, as well as the Joker. It was all Nichole's fault....It was....
No...No its not! No its not! It's the Joker's fault! Nichole thought to herself, quickly shooing away her depressing thoughts that so suddenly came over her. She was starting to wonder if Candy was able to play tricks on her with her emotions.
"No! You know what?! I am not sorry. I am tired of blaming myself!" Nichole stood up. "This is your fault!" she pointed at him. He responded by taking the finger pointed in his face and grabbing it in between his teeth, biting down firmly.
This took her by shock and she tried to withdraw her hand quickly, rubbing it as a tooth mark appeared on her skin.
"Nichole...I don't know if anyone has ever asked you this, but you know me to be an honest man so I am going to ask no matter what. Did you, while I was gone develop Bi-Polar disease?" He cocked his head at her, being dead serious showing no hint of humor.
Nichole now wanted to speak up. She wanted to say something. She had to. Maybe he would understand what was going on with her head.
She sat down next to him, but kept her distance. "No....I am not Bi-Polar...but I need to tell you something."
"Oh my you sound as if you are telling me a secret! Is it who your high school sweetheart was? Or have you finally decided to give in and tell me I am right again?" He perked his head towards her grinning thinking she was just teasing him.
She shut her eyes, refusing to look at his face, knowing very well if she were to look into his eyes as she spoke, he would cause her to choke on her own words.
"Something happened, after you killed Tom. Something I can't even explain fully myself." Nichole started.
Nichole...stop. RIGHT NOW! Shut up! Candy yelled in her head.
Nichole ignored Candy, her eyes still shut, but she could feel the Joker's on her. "It was like Candy....is..."
NO! NO! NICHOLE shut up! I will rip your tongue out! Shut up!
"Candy is my split personality." Nichole stated, opening her eyes expecting the Joker to laugh.
But he did not laugh; he tapped his chin and pulled out his knife that was hidden in his vest pocket. "Nikki, Nikki Nikki......I do not like two of you. Sorry but you are going to have to go."
He stabbed the knife into her stomach forcefully and Nichole screamed bloody murder.
Nichole was pulled from her daydream of what it would be like if she told the Joker about her spilt personality, with the Joker repeating himself. "Well are you Bi-Polar? It's not a bad thing; it's just something I'd like to know."
For the past moment, Nichole had played out in her head what the Joker might do if he were to find out she was having this issue with Candy. She decided it would be best if she did not tell him. "No....No I am not Bi-Polar...I am just confused." She glared at him. "It's due to you that I am confused I hope you know that." She sat back down next to him, but kept her distance.
You do know.... Candy spoke to her, in Nichole's mind. That, that little daydream you just had is definitely not how he would react. I am sure he'd love to meet me more....up close and personal. So why don't you let him? But not now...Not yet.
He nodded. "Oh yes. Yes I do Nichole, but you're just too much fun-nah to mess with." He licked his lips "It's like a hobby, you could say. I invest a lot of time into that hobby too Nikki. But oh, it's worth it-tah." He licked his lips.
The Joker shut the TV off, standing up stretching his arms out wide, groaning. "Ugh, yanno my back really does hurt." He winked at her slyly.
"Ugh...you're despicable." She whispered, seething with rage.
"And my hearing is just fine, to let you know. Honestly what is up with you people and talking about me right in front of me acting as if I am not able to hear you? You should have seen how many people at Arkam talked about me while they were three feet in front of me to other guards' saying such negative things acting like I was deaf. The rudeness of people these days. Just absurd." The Joker made a "Tsk" noise a few times, before eyeing the kitchen area for food.
"Is my Candy hungry?" He asked titling his head towards the kitchen.
Nichole sighed, deciding not to take the "Be a hero and go on a hunger strike" route and nodded her head yes. She knew that resisting him would be futile. She stood up following him to the kitchen and dining area of the office. He took an arm and ran it on the dining table, making all the old dirty plates, scrap food, and poker chips go flying across the floor. He pulled out a chair, in a mocking gentlemen way, and pointed at it standing behind it smiling.
Nichole hesitantly sat down. The Joker pushed her chair in, and walked over to the cabinets pulling out a box of Honey Nut Cheerios. He sat in the chair next to Nichole, propping it on the table top. He looked at the box idly, Nichole noticing honestly how tired he did look, as his makeup was off and the circles under his eyes were vibrant.
He placed his hand in the box and pulled out a large chunk of cereal, gobbling it down like a beast. Nichole was disgusted in his eating pattern. He again raised an eyebrow at her.
"What? It's good for the heart." He pointed at the box where it said "Lowers Cholesterol."
She sighed, lightly banging her head on the table. He never was going to be serious with her.
Actually, Nichole, he has been serious with you mannnyyyy times. Candy said. Maybe you just don't notice...Hehe
She felt something on the back of her head, raining down like small droplets. She raised her head to see the Joker straightening up in his seat acting innocent and as if nothing at all happened. He stared at the Cheerios in his hand before tipping his head back and letting them slide into his mouth. She reached back and felt Cheerios on her head. He looked at her in the corner of his eye, his laugh being mumbled by the food in his mouth.
"Eat up or you'll starve." He stated. "And don't play with your food. Do you have manner issues as well?" He sighed, hiding his laughter in a cough.
She shook her hair getting the scrap food out and then stared at the box in his hands, feeling like asking him for it would anger him. He extended his hand with the cereal box, tilted downward. Nichole opened both her hands and placed them side by side as if she was begging for food from the Joker. He must have intentionally made it seem like this position, since he did love power and something as simple as Nichole looking like a lost puppy begging and banging on doorsteps for spare food, was very pleasing to him.
He poured her a few handfuls of cereal and she ate then up very quickly, not willing to allow him any time to slap her hand and send the food scattering across the ground. He would then likely force her to pick every last one of them up, so she could not allow this.
Nichole....Nichole...Why are you not listening to me Nichole? Candy asked. I've been saying for the past few minutes, about the fact if you eat all that food you will gain weight. After all you are a tad bit over weight darling. Packing on those pounds are you now?
Nichole knew that Candy was just trying to anger her, because Nichole was far from overweight even though she was voluptuous; she was underweight. All the stress had made her barely eat when she was out of the Joker's reach and now that she was in his grasp, she regretted not being overweight. Maybe she could survive off her fat then and not be a weak little minx tightly being pulled by the collar.
Candy kept going on and on saying insults to Nichole trying to bring her down. Nichole knew that the comments were starting to get to her Candy was getting stronger. Nichole's hand at one point was moving slowly towards the Joker's leg under the table, and she wasn't meaning to do this at all. Thankfully since it was under the table the Joker did not notice, her shaking hand desperately trying to be pulled backwards towards her own lap.
She had to get her mind off of Candy's voice. The Joker was being too quiet as he ate to distract her. It was time for her to do something she would hate. Strike up a conversation with him.
"How...Did you escape from Arkam Asylum....and why did the police not notify people until a day after you were free?" Nichole asked softly, trying to act as if she was asking because she wanted to know the way he got out, so she could know if it could have been preventable.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, then smacking his lips together. "Well let's see." He tapped his chin. Nichole rolled her eyes. As if he forgot. Nichole thought irritated.
Candy's yelling began to get louder. He is just wearing your patience thin Nichole. Embrace it. You know you want to kill him. Take that anger and release it!
Nichole focused on the Joker, remembering she had to stop listening to Candy. It grew harder and harder though now for some reason. She figured it must have something to do with the fact she was wearing the Candy outfit. Maybe Candy was stronger while she was in the outfit itself. She did remember Candy's voice in her head got louder the moment the dress was in her fingers.
"Well actually about that...maybe to better explain to it to you I should tell you of my time in there." He stood up walking towards the living room, beckoning her to follow. She reluctantly did. The Joker was heading towards the couch, but very suddenly turned around making Nichole stop in her tracks. He stood there right in front of her towering over her. He smiled maliciously, making Nichole think he was not going to answer her question.
She suddenly got the faint smell of blood and sweat, realizing it was coming from her. She had not showered since the school shooting. She had the blood of her own, her students and the sweat of the Joker all on her. She felt disgusting and had the urge to throw up.
Sighing on the inside, she got the guts to ask him another question, but this one more quietly than the last one. "Can I please...take a shower?"
A shower meant two things to Nichole: washing away the grim and dirt, and being away from the Joker long enough to get Candy under control.
The Joker raised an eyebrow clearly amused by her question. "That sounds like a great idea!" He chimed. "Do you prefer hot showers or cold?" He grinned, as Nichole gasped at what he was suggesting.
Him taking a shower… with her.
OH YEAH BABY! Let's do it! Come on Nichole say yes! Say YESSSS! Candy screamed excitedly in Nichole's head. This was the most excited she had ever heard Candy ever.
The Joker wrapped his arms around Nichole's back bringing her into a bone crushing hug. Nichole kept her arms up by her chest, which was a big mistake as they were being crushed into her breasts, which were already sore from last night's ordeal.
"Nichole you amuse me, yanno that? Coming up with such wonderful ideas.." The Joker whispered to her.
Nichole did not want to have to be in that situation with him. It was already bad enough being raped and humiliated by him. But in a shower, she would be completely nakedly exposed for a long amount of time. All the while, he would be there, staring at every inch of her body. Feeling her and washing her. She shuddered with disgust.
Nichole if you don't say yes I will never forgive you! Now say YES-SAH! Candy yelled.
Nichole could not control her mouth start to open, her vocal cords urging her to say "yes" but nothing more than the sound of her making a snake "sssssss" noise came out. She started shaking as every bone in her body hurt, not from the hug, but from Candy trying to make her muscles and voice do her every bidding. Thankfully, he continued his story.
"Nichole I was rather lonely in Arkam. Day after day in a cell staring at the wall. No human contact except for me seeing a hand sliding food under my door, or hearing people talk about me right outside my door. And once a month when they would come in and clean my cell. They even set a shower in my room, because they didn't want to deal with me. You know what I thought about for that whole time? Apart from ways to get back at everyone of course. It was you. I was wondering how you were holding up. After all it must have been killing you to be away from me for so long. I know it hurt me." He giggled in her hair, pressing his lips down on the top of head to muffle it. "No human contact at all though. No touching, talking, nothing. I am surprised I remained sane."
Nichole started shaking more, unnoticed by the Joker. Candy was laughing inside her head. Funny how he could remain sane, with no human contact for months, and yet you here have a ton of human contact and you go....berserk-kah! HA!
She felt her knees buckling.
"And then," he continued, "When I was able to trick that janitor into thinking I was harmless, by pretending to be sleeping when he was cleaning. He had his back turned and I just went in for the kill. I had unlocked my straight jacket long time before then, so I was dying to see if I could strangle someone with it." He laughed more. "Well then I took his clothes and put them on, hiding my own clothes in the janitor supplies. I walked right on out Nichole; no one even suspected a thing. How the people in our world are so unobservant eh? Heh, well it was a good thing too."
The Joker looked down at her and finally saw that she was shaking. He laughed thinking it was due to him hugging her tightly at the moment, and the plan he was suggesting they take part in.
"I know you don't want to right now." His voice rose, as his amusement did too. He was referring to taking a shower with her. "But you will… sooner or later....so should we just get this over with now or do you want to make me anxious and wait a few days cause I think if we wait my excitement will build up more and more?"
Nichole, tried with every ounce of energy she had and succeeded at growling in her throat at him. "No. I want to take one alone." She hissed.
The Joker actually got a bit pissed off at that, truly wanting to take one with her, or at least mess with her into thinking she would have to. She was taking everything so seriously at the moment, shaking and what not.
"Have it your way, but you know that I am a man of my word so sooner or later-...." He suddenly grinned again, the edge in his voice leaving. "How about a kiss then... and I'll think about it?"
Nichole was desperate. She was losing all her energy fighting off Candy and knew that if she didn't leave now Candy would be in control and god knows what would happen then. She took a deep breath in. "Alright..." she said weakly.
The Joker was ecstatic as he loosened his grip on her and pushed her back slightly so there was a small space between them. He locked eyes with her, his grin right in her face. Nichole, still shaking, leaned upwards and quickly brought her lips up to his, applying small pressure as she kissed him. She thought it could be over and done with, with a simple peak, but the Joker had other ideas and again wrapped his arms around her back pulling her to him, as he applied pressure onto her lips and broke into a passionate kiss.
His tongue traced the outside of her lips viscously.
It was at that moment, Nichole lost control. She couldn't fight off Candy any longer. She was the weaker of the two at the moment, and could only internally watch as her arms went around the Joker's neck and pulled his face even closer to his. She opened her mouth ramming her tongue into his mouth, returning a passionate kiss.
Oooohhhh too bad Nichole. I was rooting for you, but I guess you always can't fight that darn Candy off. Candy told Nichole in her mind sarcastically, and Nichole could hear Candy snapping her fingers in her mind to add to the sarcasm.
Suddenly, Candy took over her body completely, and Nichole, became a distant hum in the back of Candy's mind.
It's my turn to come out, Candy thought for Nichole's benefit.
The Joker was in complete shock by this act, as Nichole was normally fighting him off. All thoughts of confusion left him, as Candy reached down unbuttoning his vest while continuing to furiously make out with him, as if she would never see him again in her life. Their tongues fought each other roughly.
All this time, Nichole could feel and see everything that was happening but had no control what so ever. Her mouth felt numb and her stomach felt sick. She felt something pressing into her lower thigh as she realized the Joker had been turned on by the act Candy did. She wished she could tell him at this very moment what was really happening. She wanted to tell him now Candy was doing this and not she, for now the Joker had the wrong impression of her.
All of Nichole's thoughts became lost in a distant blur as she felt herself slipping more and more away from Candy's body.
The Joker pushed Candy backwards, holding onto her tightly as he forced her to lean backwards and fall onto the couch. Candy allowed him too and welcomed it with open arms.
Candy could hear Nichole scream "NO!" in the back of her mind.
The Joker crawled on top of her sucking on her bottom lip devouring it whole. Candy ran her hands up and twirled her fingers through his hair seductively, gently pulling. This made the Joker squirm with delight as he ran his tongue over her teeth. Candy giggled softly in his mouth, as this did tickle.
Nichole, see how much fun this is? Candy said to Nichole in her mind.
NO! IT'S NOT FUN! STOP! Nichole yelled to Candy, who merely laughed.
No Nichole I will not stop. Candy has come out to play right now, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, because your part of it. Hun be thankful you can feel all this sensation with me. Candy laughed.
Nichole mentally screamed, but Candy ignored her now, paying all her attention to the Joker.
Candy brought her hands down from his hair and reached down to the hem of his shirt, sliding her hands up in the front of his torso, letting her fingers slip underneath it to raise the shirt up to reveal his stomach. She ran her small hands along his bare chest, circling his stomach area a few times. She could feel his heart beating wildly as he was enjoying this....very much. She could also feel that his skin was hot. Very hot indeed.
So Candy decided to help him lose some heat.
She brought her hands to the bottom of his shirt, while her fingernails drove him crazy as they ran over his skin. As they continued to kiss passionately, rubbing their tongues against one another, she curled her fingers under the hem of his shirt and started to pull it up his sides.
She could feel the Joker smile, as his bare scars that were pressed against her face, lifted.
Before she could pull his shirt over his back, he leaned up so he was straddling her waist and helped her finish the job by reaching back, and pulling his shirt off over his head. Once his shirt fell to the ground by the couch, he laid his body back on hers, wrapping his arms around her as he met her lips into another delicious lustful kiss. Candy giggled playfully as she now traced her hands over his bare back. She shivered as she felt the bumps and bruises her and Nichole caused him. Her hands shook with delight as she felt the deep scratches she, Candy, made on his back.
My marks… She thought. My beautiful marks.
The Joker then became filled with hunger and he placed one hand on her breast, which were still covered by her dress that was still tightly zipped up, squeezing. He did not get his full satisfaction from the leather covering his prize. He brought his hands down to her legs, grabbing at her bare skin bestially and slowly made his way down her smooth leg. He then ran his hand back up her leg, sending goose bumps all over her and a tingle down her spine.
He then reached her upper thigh, and to Nichole's shock and Candy's delight he kept going up further, till his hand was sliding up her dress. His hand grazed over her front, and ran up her stomach before he cupped her bare breast under the leather.
As Candy moaned, Nichole cried as his thumb and finger pinched and slightly twisted her nipple before placing his palm over it, squeezing the big fleshy mound roughly. After giving much attention to her breast for a few moments, he slid his hand from chest, slowly down over her belly.
To Candy's surprise, the Joker hesitated before moving his hand below her stomach.
Candy shuddered with pleasure as she felt the Joker cover her fleshy mound with his hand. The Joker then ran his middle finger over her slick folds before he found her bare, swollen, slit. He rubbed it smoothly in little circles. Candy moaned into his mouth before tangling her fingers into his hair. She found his tongue with hers and led his tongue into her mouth to suck gently.
The Joker, once again became surprised by "Nichole's" newly frisky state and began to rub her clit with his fingers to the speed of her breathing.
Candy could literally feel tears, hot tears, burning behind the skin on her face as poor Nichole cried on the inside in humiliation.
Please.. Ca- Candy, Nichole begged through sobs, Stop this now…
Oh suck it up! Candy snapped. And be quiet I am sick of hearing you crying this whole time when I am trying to enjoy myself!
A light layer of sweat appeared on Candy's forehead. She then felt the Joker's finger move from her slit, searching for an entrance. He found it when his middle finger rested on her wet sex… and pushed in gently. Candy groaned as she arched her back under him, he still kept his lips fussed to hers. His finger went in deeper before it stopped. He then began moving his finger in a slow in and out motion, deeply into her. After a few seconds, Candy started to sock her hips, slowly, back and forth, meeting his awaiting hand each time, panting into his mouth.
Nichole screamed in pain as Candy moaned in pleasure when the Joker added a second finger inside of her. Not stopping his pace.
Each time the Joker moved his hand, Nichole could feel his hardness rubbing against her thigh.
Nichole lay there, inside of Candy's body, crying and screaming hysterically. She hated this so much. She could not believe this was happening to her and that she could not stop it.
The Joker moaned and growled into Candy's mouth before his mouth released her lips as he ran his tongue down the side of her neck before stopping his mouth to suck wildly on a patch of skin on the left side of her neck. The Joker's hand and Candy's hips did not stop moving together this entire time.
Candy took the newly freedom of her mouth to breathe deeply as she laid there, moaning quietly under the Joker's body. This caused the Joker's pace to come faster. Her breathing was so loud as she felt a fire burning deep inside of her. Her hips rocked faster with his hand, causing her dress to bunch up at the bottom of her waist.
She sunk her teeth into his shoulder seductively.
Nichole's tears of pain and humiliation, turned into tears of hate and rage. She could feel his fingernails inside of her again as he moved his fingers faster. This reminded her of the first time he ever gave her a similar sexual encounter. Also, the extra pain of him sucking roughly on her neck seemed to make her come to herself.
Nichole screamed in her mind again, wanting this to end and wanting it to end now. Must....take control. I can't let you win. I won't let you win! Nichole growled in her mind.
Suddenly, Nichole could move herself again and the scream that she thought was in her mind, was actually coming out of her own mouth. Candy was no longer dominant. Nichole took this valuable time to bring her hands away from the Joker's hair and up to his chest. She took him by surprise and pushed him off of her. The Joker almost fell off the couch, as he was not expecting this to happen. He thought Nichole had finally given into him and stopped fighting back.
He took one hand and placed it on her shoulder, holding her down as she began to claw at him trying to get out from under him. His fingers remained in her womanhood, which was not too long ago, open and wanting, now tight and unwelcoming of the intrusion.
Just like Nichole's heart.
The Joker was needless to say....confused. Utterly and hopelessly confused. Here he thought Nichole was liking the experience.
He removed his fingers out of her and brought it up to grab a hold of her hands that managed to scratch his chest violently a few times.
Nichole began to cry in frustration, hating Candy more than the Joker at this very moment. But just for this moment.
The Joker, remained there, looking down at her. "Hey...I was enjoying that-tah...it seemed like you were too, so why the sudden change of heart?" He said while breathing heavily, more than he ever had before.
He brought his legs up so he was on all fours on top of her, his knees pressing into her legs, to keep her down.
"I kissed you," Nichole said frenetically, while closing her eyes, "now can I take a shower please?" Her words choked out as tears went down her face, confusing the Joker even more. She wanted to get away from him. She was embarrassed that she allowed the Joker to touch so intimately willingly.
"Oh you did more than just kiss me." He laughed, as she tried to move her arms back and forth to escape him. "I demand to know what's going on." The tips of his hair tickled her face as he leered down at her.
"You won't believe me!" Nichole screamed, tossing and turning her upper torso to maybe shift him off the couch. She was able to get her hands in front of her chest while she struggled.
"GET OFF OF ME!" She screamed.
"After what you just did I'll believe anything." He said, pinning her hands to her chest, applying so much pressure, to them, that she cried out in pain.
"Okay okay!...Stop and I'll tell you!" Nichole screamed, sobbing.
The Joker stopped applying the pressure, but remained on top of her giving her all his attention.
"I didn't do that just now." Nichole cried.
He tilted his head, not understanding.
"Candy did it." She bit her lip; saying her name even made her tear up now.
"Candy...? As in your outfit?" the Joker licked his lips, looking to the left of Nichole thinking.
"No...Candy is my alter ego." She said, crying hysterically. "Look, something happened. She talks to me in my head. She's another person inside of me. She takes control whenever I am angry, but she's different than me. She's reminds me of you. She talks like you and likes you. All this time down here she has been insulting me in my mind trying to get me to lose my temper, and when I do I am constantly struggling to keep her at bay. But she just won! She overtook me and got to you!"
She looked back at him, glaring. "AND YOU GOT IN ME!" She screamed, as she angrily struggled more. After a time, her face of rage broke in so many places that made the Joker's heart sink.
The Joker's eyes widened as he took in what she just said. Nichole was crying as she said everything, her voice shaken as she spoke. Her words were said very truthfully, and a faint blush of red was on her face as she spoke. She was embarrassed.
"I know what it is" she continued, after calming down slightly. "I am not stupid. It's multiple personality disorder. In health class when I was in high school years ago we learned about it. I know that's what I have. I...am....embarrassed at what just happened. I am so ashamed and disgusted out of my mind! I didn't want it! I didn't want it at all! And she made me!"
The Joker would never admit this to her, but he felt a bit sad on the inside upon hearing this. He truly thought that Nichole was changing and liked him at that moment.
Heck! Even if it was nothing but only a little lust for him, he'd take it and be happy. Anything that would give him the idea that she would be touching him willing as he always does to her, but only for himself. His head felt light when she said those two dreaded words; disgusted, and ashamed.
As much as he hated to admit it, he loved being in control of her pleasure. He would never say it though. He felt more power over her when she moaned at his touch. Moaned! He loved that sound from her. He did not love that sound coming from Candy. He wanted it from Nichole.
It was such an intense moment for her and him in his eyes, but he should have known from the beginning when she kissed him and did more than the simple kiss, that it wasn't her doing it or something bad was up. Nichole would never do that, unless forced. Which she was, apparently by her other personality. It must have showed that he was upset on his face, because Nichole's face showed that she thought he did not believe her.
The Joker did believe her though; he was just upset that he could ever believe for even the slightest moment that Nichole would ever like him.
Who would want a man like him touching her? Feeling her.
"I understand." He sighed. "I know of people with the same condition-nah." He exhaled on her face, taking one finger and wiping the tears away on her face roughly.
The Joker then did something he rarely does. He lied. "And I thought one of you was enough fun. Now two? Boy I am one lucky man eh?" He faked a giggle, looking amused with the situation.
He didn't want Candy. He wanted Nichole. Yes, Candy's little sexual stunt was fun, and turned him on immensely… but if that's what he wanted he could go hire a stripper (If that was even possible!). Messing with Nichole's mind was his idea of fun, and if someone else was stealing his job then he would have the last say in that.
Or so he told himself.
The two remained in that position for a few moments; the Joker on top of her holding her down staring at her with a tilted head, and Nichole sniffling on and off trying to calm herself down and take in what really just happened.
The Joker finally let out another sigh and got off of her standing up straight by the couch, looking down at Nichole. Nichole quickly adjusted her dress in embarrassment. He nodded his head towards the stairwell. He feared that his makeup-less face would show the new painted face of his; emotion.
"You got off lucky today Nichole, but one day soon you won't be so lucky and I will help you partake in the thing you call physical hygiene." He winked at her, as she stood up feeling relieved that she was allowed to take a shower by herself.
She stared at the floor as she started to walk to the stairs, whispering thanks to the Joker. She slowly made her way up the stairs and as she turned the corner to go up the next flight of stairs, she bolted up them, tripping quite a few times due to the sudden weight on her legs. Once in the Joker's room she shut the door and went into the bathroom area, slamming the door just a bit too hard when she got inside. When she looked in the mirror, she let out an ear piercing scream not caring at all if the Joker heard her. In fact she wanted him too.
She dramatically got out of her dress (it taking a good five tries to undo the zipper) and threw it across the tiny bathroom. She glared in disgust at it. "I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU CANDY!" She screamed at the dress, knowing perfectly well Candy could hear her in her mind.
It was then, that Nichole saw something pink out of the corner of her eye. She made a big mistake; she turned and looked into the mirror. On the left side of her neck, was a huge red mark from where the Joker sucked on her skin. She froze and took a deep breath to try to stay calm, even as the tears silently escaped from her eyes.
The Joker sat in his armchair, both his arms resting properly on the armrests to either side of him. His elbows leaned on them, and he brought his hands together cupping in the air. He was staring blankly at the wall opposite of him, the only thing playing in his mind was the distant screams he could hear Nichole yelling upstairs. He rested his mouth on the side of his joined hands that was facing him, smelling them.
The smell of Nichole still graced his hands. It was intoxicating to him.
The screams from Nichole stopped, and he could barely make out the sound of water running through the pipes of the walls, as she had just turned on the shower.
He continued to sit there, the smell of her fading from his finger tips. A twisted smile started to form on his face as he thought of Nichole. He did not think of anything in particular about her or things she did in the past, just herself in general.
He heard more screaming start and managed to make out her screaming "I hate the Joker!"
His smile disappeared instantly and he lowered his hands out of the air. The phrase hitting him hard, but it was to be expected. He really couldn't blame her for hating him.
She turned and switched the hot water on in the shower. She then relieved herself in the toilet waiting for the water to get warm, feeling sore as she did so.
She stepped into the shower turning it on the warmest setting. The dirt and blood gathered at her feet as it rinsed off of her body. And the sweat of a pig called the Joker; though some of the sweat was hers from the little incident Candy pulled downstairs.
She knew she was going to break soon, but she knew she had to get clean first.
Come on Nichole, she assured herself, Just get clean and do everything you have to do. Then you can cry and scream all you want.
Nichole shook as she grasped the bar of soap from the side of the tub, and frenetically began scrubbing her body in lather. She quickly put the soap down and reached for the bottle of shampoo and scrubbed it into her scalp furiously.
Her head was ticking like a timer. To her time of break down.
She swallowed as she saw more pools of mud and blood gather at the bottom of the tub from her hair.
She didn't know how she managed it, but all of her body was scrubbed, her hair was clean, and she shaved the parts of her body she usually shaved.
Now.
Nichole could not stop herself from falling down into a sitting position on the shower tile. The water hitting her face and running down her back made the feeling of disgust go away, but it did not remove the feeling of her feeling dirty as a whole. Here she was again with the Joker, and it was worse than ever.
Nichole cried. She cried for the pain inflicted upon her by the Joker. She cried for the things he did to her and the mind games he played. She cried for Candy and how much she hated that bitch. She cried for her fallen students whose lives were cut short by the malicious man. She cried for Gordon, who would be up to his knees in reporters blaming him for the incident. She cried for Tom, for she knew she would be going to hell when she died. She cried for her dog Atticus who was also taken from her by the Joker eight months ago. And she also cried for her brother, who would most definitely be crushed when he came home to find her not around.
"Candy I hate you! I fucking hate you! Just when I think I have what it takes to know my way to get out of situations with the Joker! Just when I got used to everything and found ways to get around things! YOU COME INTO MY LIFE AND MAKE IT HELL! It was hell before, but you just took it down three levels! I HATE YOU! I HATE THE JOKER!" She screamed as she started punching the shower tiles, causes the scabs on her knuckles to bleed. "Why don't you both just go get married and LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE?!"
And so it goes.
After a while, it dawned on her that the Joker could change his mind at any moment and join her. The paranoid feelings starting overtaking the hate for Candy. She stood up in the shower now, poking her head past the shower curtains. No one was in the bathroom. The Joker had never lied to her before, so why should she not trust him now. To be honest she did not want to be involved in an action like that with him, but she trusted him enough to know he would not go back on his word, even though his word is something bad.
She kept peering out of the shower every few minutes though.....just to be sure.
Once the water started to feel cold, she sighed know she would have to get out unless she wanted to get hypothermia. She grabbed a spare towel she found in the closet and wiped herself off. She was surprised when she found a brush in the bottom shelf. She took it without thought and began to brush the snarls out of her hair. When she was done, she looked from the bathrobe, to the Candy outfit and decided a bathrobe would be much better. She slipped it on and walked in the Joker's room.
It came as a shock to her that the Joker wasn't upstairs in his room waiting for Nichole to come out of the shower to greet her and say something to make her mad. She shrugged it off thankful for these spare moments to herself.
She did not want to go downstairs to find him. If he wanted her he would come to her.
Nichole climbed into the bed, still very tired from the day before and from the event that took place an hour ago. Even though it was about lunchtime, she knew she didn't want to be apart of this reality at the moment.
Laying there with her hair soaking wet, in nothing but a robe, dirty comforters on her and laying in the bed of a madman...she had never felt so cold.
Candy's voice died down in her head, as it had been talking this entire time saying random things or pointing out something in the room she was currently in. Nichole tuned her out focusing on the wall she faced as she laid there.
Eventually the wall became blurry and herself conscious slipped away.
Dreamless sleeping.
Dreamless sleeping.
Dreamless sleeping.
What can be said about it?
Nichole embraces it. Staring at a black darkness as she naps is fine with her.
Anything, as long as she doesn't see the monster's face.
In what felt like only a few moments to her, she felt someone shaking her shoulder a few times. Nichole didn't move or respond. Maybe it would stop if she ignores it. Then the shaking got more violent and Nichole bolted up in the bed.
Perhaps she had been asleep longer then she thought, as it was fairly dark in the room. The Joker, still without make up and now wearing his button up shirt, was kneeling next to the bed a tray in his other hand, staring at Nichole. He tilted his head.
"Heavy sleeper?" He asked amused.
Nichole was going to respond, but it appeared he said that as more of a fact and not a question. She then quickly examined herself, making sure her robe was still on. She sat up in the bed, expecting him to yell at her for lying around while he was downstairs the whole time. Instead he handed her the tray, crawling into the bed next to her, forcing her to scoot over and be next to the wall. Her least favorite place. Being on the side of the bed closest to the wall felt like she was cornered in with no escape.
She looked down at the tray and saw two slices of cheese pizza. The Joker placed the tray on his lap and let his legs go under the covers, his feet almost hanging off the end of the bed.
"My men are throwing a party downstairs...they're happy I am back." He laughed. "So they ordered pizza....Are you going to take it? Or does Candy not like cheese?" He nudged her, trying to lighten the mood. But Nichole was not amused at all.
She sent a glare in his direction remaining still.
The Joker ran his tongue on the inside of her cheek, feeling his scar. "Hey take it easy Nichole I was only...uh joking?"
"It's not funny." She said flatly.
"Well not to you. But to me." He pointed to himself, licking his lips. "To me it's the funniest thing ever. Seriously. Finding out you are a little out there in the head." He tapped his head. "Well it just takes the cake. You have made my week. No no. My year." He patted her head like she was a dog, and then handed her a slice of pizza.
She took it holding back the urge to smack him and tell him not to pat her head. She chewed away on her piece, eating it all up knowing very well that that could be the last piece of food she had in a while. It tasted cold in her mouth and the cheese was so greasy it took away from the tomato sauce.
The Joker remained quiet himself, only sound he was making was him noisily chewing his pizza, crumbs falling from his mouth. And he worried about her table manners?
When they finished the Joker threw the tray to the ground, and took his vest off leaning back on to the bed. When his head hit the pillow he looked up at Nichole, sucking on his bottom lip absently.
"It's not polite to stare." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"You should talk." She said to him mocking his tone.
He laughed, grabbing her shoulder with one arm and pushing her down onto the bed. She let out a yelp not expecting this and tried to roll over so she faced the wall and not him.
The Joker was having none of that though. He reached an arm around and tugged at her robe forcing her to squirm. He held on tightly to the robe's knot which was right by her belly button. She brought one hand up and placed it on his tightly, trying to stop him. He tried to pull her backwards so she would be leaning against him, but she fought back.
"I don't want to fucking see your face! Don't you know that I would rather live with my back facing your direction by now?!"
She rocked back and forth many times grunting, her other hand reaching for the wall. They kept this up for a few minutes, until Nichole knew it was of no use.
She stopped moving and the Joker forced her to roll over and now face him. Satisfied she was looking at him he let go of the robe's belt and brought his arm around her waist pulling her in closer to him.
He smiled, his eyes narrowed a bit, looking as if he was tired himself. "I thought we could go to bed early today, as I am sure we both are tired." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down, smacking his lips together. He drummed his fingers on her waist, sending a ticklish feeling down her spine.
"You more than me. I just napped." Nichole whispered.
"Well...you are sleeping for two now." He laughed.
"Will you stop!? Enough of the Candy jokes! This is serious!"
"And what makes you think I am not being serious. After all you are sleeping for two." He grinned.
Nichole scowled, again trying to turn around to face the wall, but the Joker's arm was locked in tightly on her waist.
"Why so eager to turn away from me? Too much to handle?" He joked, snapping his teeth together a few times. "You don't have to answer that Nikki.....or Candy....whoever you at the moment." He snickered.
"Fuck you!"
"Uh oh. Watch out Nichole, you are getting angry. Candy might take control!" He widened his eyes to fake concern, but his laughter escaped his lips right away.
"I should have expected this from you." Nichole muttered.
"When you mumble I can't hear you so what was that?" The Joker tightened his grip on her waist for a brief moment in an almost shaking like fashion. His voice was rising in anger.
"I should have known. Why do you keep on kicking me when I am already fucking down?!" She spat at him.
"I am just enjoying myself Nikki, don't take it personally." He cleared his throat, letting out a sigh. "We can talk about your emotional problems in the morning? Alright." He licked his lips once more, before flashing his yellow teeth in her face.
She rolled her eyes, mumbling an obscurity once more. She shut her eyes, still feeling the Joker's breath on her face and his arm around her.
He took this moment, to lean in (which really he only had to lean in a few inches since their faces were so close together) and place his lips on hers. He let them remain there for about five seconds, before pulling back to see how she would react. Nichole only twitched, keeping her eyes shut to prevent herself from getting angry since she did whenever she would look at his face.
The Joker leaned in once more kissing her again, giving her a few small short kisses, before nestling his face into hers. He rested his forehead on her forehead and sighed, getting comfortable.
After about twenty long minutes, Nichole was asleep again.
The things he learned on his day off were interesting......very interesting. He knew that Candy was going to be more trouble than she was worth.
He stared at her deeply sleeping form for a bit.
He felt the need to check something before he fell asleep.
He leaned his head back, and slowly rolled his sleeping Nichole on her back, making sure she would be comfortable. He was very chary about what he was going to do. He furtively laid the side of his head down over her chest. Her robe was slightly parted, so he could feel some of her smooth warm flesh that wasn't fully covered. His arms wrapped around her body and pulled her closer to him. He remained silent for a few seconds.
Yes. It was still there.
He fell asleep to the consistent, steady sound of that noise.
Kait: This my children is what you call a big ass chapter. No lie. Its HUGE!
Syd: We worked hard damn it! (shakes her fist in the air)
Joker: Heck even i liked it!
*New fan art in profile