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Later that night after lights out, Frankie let Joker out of his cell, quickly and quietly escorting him through the corridors and stairways of the prison. He took him to the execution chamber, careful not to go through Max or Death Row. He took Joker the back way through the staff entrance, careful not to bring any attention to them as they moved. He had made sure it was a skeleton staff night and that no one would be guarding the corridors and stairways he had taken – after all, Joker wasn't the only prisoner he had let loose tonight.
"I'm impressed, Frankie! I thought you'd break a lot sooner than this. You're finally trying to off me!" Joker chuckled as Frankie opened the foreboding looking door to the execution chamber and ushered him through. "You know, you're supposed to buy me dinner first."
"You asked me to arrange a meeting, so I did," Frankie replied coolly, motioning with his arm for Joker to enter the dreary, dim, cold chamber.
Joker grinned when he saw Deadshot, Tommy, Johnny, Hammer, and the rest of his guys all crammed inside the creepy space, none of them looking happy at all. "Good work, Frankie! Looks like someone's up for a pay raise!" Joker cackled and the sound reverberated off the concrete walls.
"You've got an hour," Frankie muttered, exiting the chamber and hurrying off to tinker with all the security cameras.
"Let's get down to brass tacks," Joker drawled, leaning back against the door with his arms folded. He looked over at Tommy, Deadshot, and Johnny and pursed his lips. "Jester went to the Funhouse today."
"Shit," Deadshot hissed, rubbing the back of his neck. "How bad?"
"She wants us to sit in time out for a few more weeks to think about, and I quote, 'just how badly we fucked up'. She also mentioned that since I'm a 'master of escaping' I should figure out how to get us outta here myself."
"She's going to leave us in here?" Tommy was incredulous, raising his eyebrows at Joker. "She realizes where we are, right? I mean, she was just here."
"All I did was drop the guy off!" Johnny shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Why's she mad at me?"
Tommy and Deadshot both glared at him and Johnny glared right back.
"The Doctor was coherent enough to tell her about you two smacking him around," Joker ignored Johnny's outburst and gave Tommy and Deadshot a pointed look. "She's furious."
"Knowing her, she's not just furious about him being there and what we did to him. She's probably even more furious that we went behind her back and kept it from her." Deadshot slid down the wall and sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him. "We broke her trust. That's gonna be a bitch to get back – she's gonna cold-shoulder us to death."
Tommy sullenly nodded his agreement, looking down at his shoes.
"That's not the worst part," Joker raked a hand through his hair and ran his tongue along his grills. "Apparently the Doctor was in bad shape when she found him – Penguin's freaks were coming at him with weapons."
"Fuck me," Tommy hissed, covering his face with his hands. "She's going to fucking kill us."
"Let's hope she got most of it out of her system while she was there today – you know how she is. I'm sure they're all dead." Joker shrugged, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jumpsuit.
"So what now, boss?" Hammer cleared his throat and folded his hands behind his back, careful not to stoke the clown's ire. He was no fool – he'd known Joker for over a decade. He knew Joker's calm, cool demeanor was a farce and that a blind rage was boiling inside of him. He could snap at any moment.
"Now we figure out how we're getting out of here without all the help she contracted for us," Joker said plainly. "She's got a way with the other Rogues. She had an entire army ready to go to get us out of here and trap the Bat Family all at once."
"Damn," Hammer smirked, nodding a little. "I was impressed by her when she came here as it was, but that's even more incredible."
"Who did she have? Maybe we could contact them on the outside and get them to help?" One of Joker's other men piped up, careful to be polite and not to move from where he stood, not wanting to end up on the wrong end of Joker's famous temper.
"No one that will help me," Joker scowled, staring up at the dim lights on the ceiling. "She had Riddler, Two Face, Copperhead, Double-Tap, Mad Hatter, Bane, Ivy, Catwoman, Harley, Scarecrow, and two cops on my payroll that won't be much help without some muscle to back them up."
Hammer gave a low whistle, stroking his chin in thought. "Very impressive. Riddler and Two Face don't work well with anyone."
"Especially not me," Joker agreed.
"Double-Tap?" Deadshot glowered at Joker. "That half-ass wannabe? I'm good on that – I don't need him getting in my way."
Joker chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement. "He was going to be a distraction, Floyd. No more, no less. He's expendable."
Deadshot shrugged. "Still don't need or want him."
"What if we just call the others? I could call Selina, I'm sure she'd help." Tommy looked expectantly at Joker and Joker barked a laugh, giving Tommy an incredulous look.
"You think she'd come for you with Jester this angry at us? I hate to break it to ya, kid, but those women are fiercely loyal to each other. She won't betray Jester for you. Besides, Selina and Harley were with Jester at the Funhouse today. They saw it all themselves. They're not going to come for us and risk Jester's wrath."
"What's so special about this Doctor?" Hammer asked, leaning back against the wall opposite Joker. "I mean, what's got her so torqued about the situation? Who is he?"
Joker sighed and rolled his eyes. "He was her Doctor during our last little stint in Arkham. If you know anything about Jester, you know she fights for the good guys and the underdogs. He's one of those good guys. In her own words, he's the type that cares about his patients and can turn Arkham around as far as the treatment of patients goes. He was kind to her."
Tommy, Deadshot, and Johnny didn't add anything to that, not wanting to bring up any further details in case it set Joker off. They knew very well how much Joker despised the Doctor and about the fight he and Jester had in Arkham over her two-hour session and breakfast with the man. There wasn't any need to add anything, anyway. Joker's explanation was sufficient enough.
"And you two beat him up?" Hammer leaned forward and looked at Tommy and Deadshot.
"I wouldn't say we beat him up," Tommy defended, scratching the back of his head. "I might've punched him."
"I smacked him one time," Deadshot groaned, annoyed at the entire situation.
"It was enough to catapult her into a rage," Joker reminded them. "We don't have much time left, so let's get this all figured out so we can get outta here, get home and get the lashings over with."
"Oh yeah, let's get right home," Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Selina is going to claw my fucking eyes out. I think I'd rather stay here at this point."
"Suit yourself," Joker taunted, grinning at him. "Now pay attention, I've got some ideas."
After getting Doctor Mills situated in a guest room of his own complete with a full bathroom and some clothes she jacked from Tommy's room, Jester met the rest of the group downstairs where they were all waiting to watch Tommy's interrogation tape.
"How's he doing?" Scarecrow asked, a slight smirk turning up the corners of his lips.
Jester rolled her eyes and mimicked shooting herself in the head with her fingers. "I had to threaten him into showering and then drugged him to get him to sleep."
Harley snickered where she sat on the couch.
"What did Santos say?" Jester looked expectantly at Bane and he gave her a warm smile, coming over and patting her affectionately on the head.
"Not much, Mortifera. He and the flirtatious one are still on board for the breakout."
"We are not doing that," Jester snapped, narrowing her eyes. "Those idiots can find their own god damn way out."
Nobody said a word, knowing she was talking out of her ass in her anger.
"Come on, gorgeous," Harley cooed, patting the empty spot on the couch beside her. "We got a movie to watch!"
Jester relented, sagging a little as she made her way over to the couch and plopped down onto it.
Harley grinned and happily draped a thick fleece blanket over herself, Jester, and Catwoman, pulling both women closer to her and snuggling them. Jester and Catwoman allowed it, used to Harley's clingy and affectionate ways by now.
Scarecrow kept a wary eye on Jester from the armchair he sat in, not fooled in the least by her calm appearance. He saw the storm raging in her mind and knew she was waiting for the right time to unleash her wrath.
Bane and Ruiz sat down in the other armchairs, waiting patiently while Jester selected the correct input on the TV to play the DVD.
Jester was still as a statue as she watched the interrogation, barely even cracking a smile at Tommy's jabs and insults. If she wasn't so angry, she would've been cackling and laughing along with her friends as he shut Commissioner Gordon down and ruffled his feathers. However, when she saw Commissioner Gordon yank Tommy out of his seat and threaten him, her calm facade cracked and she growled, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes at the TV.
"Get me my phone," she snapped at no one in particular, bristling as she watched the Commissioner throw his coffee at Tommy. "Now."
Don Maroni and Victor Zsasz sat in a Rolls Royce parked a little ways down the street from the Iceberg Lounge, watching as two dozen or so of Joker's henchmen unloaded tools and materials of all kinds from an 18 wheeler and disappeared inside the Lounge with them.
"She's remodeling already?" Don Maroni chuckled, watching in amusement as some henchmen came back out with old furniture, curtains, and rugs to load back up into the truck.
Victor Zsasz grinned and nodded. "If I know anything about the Queen Bee, it's that she always gets what she wants – when she wants it."
"She told you she doesn't negotiate?" Don Maroni turned to look at Victor.
Victor nodded. "She unloaded a full clip on me in the blink of an eye, spit on my corpse, and had my body thrown into the river. She did it in front of a room full of Rogues that had initially met to discuss her possible demise. It was a power move. She looks cute, but she's just as bad as the Clown."
Don Maroni mulled this over, nodding slightly as he turned his attention back to Joker's men. "A burlesque club, eh?"
Victor Zsasz clapped with glee, nodding enthusiastically. "Yes! Genius, isn't it? Something different, something new! God knows this city could use some excitement."
"I have to admit it's a good idea," Don Maroni conceded. "Strip joints are a dime a dozen here, so are the dive bars, lounges, and clubs. I gotta say, though... Penguin's joint always had a certain flair."
"Sure," Victor agreed, "but that's when Penguin ran it. Black Mask and Falcone ruined it."
"Don Falcone was too old school to run a joint like this. He couldn't keep up with the times. Hell, if the clown hadn't killed him, I would've soon enough. His time was over, everyone knew it."
"He had class," Victor argued, tilting his head. "Good taste, too. The only problem is that this new generation doesn't give a shit about things like that. They don't understand the appeal of the Roaring 20's, which seemed to be Falcone's style."
"Prohibition, flappers, heavy petting, cigars, cabaret..." Don Maroni smirked, his eyes twinkling. "What a time."
"That's why Jester is a genius for this," Victor supplied. "It's the Roaring 20's modernized if you think about it. Cabaret and burlesque aren't so different. Burlesque has this taboo vibe, you know? You've got women in sexy costumes and lingerie, putting on shows in smoky lounges with old-timey music and the booze flows all night long. The appeal is that despite its legality and legitimacy, it still feels forbidden... naughty."
"I'd like to meet this little clown," Don Maroni mused, turning the car back on. "What's say we go have a drink at the titty joint?"
"I don't think that's a good idea," Victor warned, recalling the orange glow in Scarecrow's eyes and the distinct duality of his voice and growl. "She's never alone, and she's got an arsenal at hand."
"We're just gonna have a drink and a nice little chat, Victor," Don Maroni assured him. "I know better than to piss off the Clown, and if his little woman is just like him, I'd rather not tangle with her either."
"A wise decision," Victor smirked, eager to see how this would all play out.
"You realize what you've just done, right?" Officer Deckard glanced at his partner from the passenger seat of the undercover car, noticing how calm and content Officer Santos seemed to be.
"Yup," Officer Santos replied coolly, slipping his burner phone back into his pocket.
"She's going to kill her."
"Yup."
"If Commissioner Gordon finds out -"
"He won't find out shit. He's a goner, too."
"This is gonna cause a fucking uprising," Officer Deckard ran a hand through his hair and chewed on his bottom lip nervously. "Everything's gonna go to shit if she does this."
"Not my problem," Officer Santos shrugged, taking a sip of his cold coffee and grimacing. "Listen to me, Daryl. Being in their pocket is a hell of a lot better than fighting against them. If you wanna survive in this godforsaken City, you've gotta make certain alliances. This is the kind of alliance that will keep you alive."
"You better be right, Luis."
Officer Santos scoffed and shot Officer Deckard a dirty look. "Oh, I'm right. I'm gonna tell you this once – and only once – watch your fucking mouth around her. If the Clown doesn't cut your tongue out, she certainly will. You were playing with fire at that meeting. Let me do the talking from now on."
"Whatever you say, Luis," Officer Deckard drawled, feigning nonchalance.
Officer Santos resisted the urge to smack his partner upside the head and focused instead on the Rolls Royce pulling off down the road. "So Victor Zsasz comes back to life to be an errand boy," he mused, following after the car and being careful not to be noticed.
"And a hitman," Officer Deckard added, scoffing.
"Welcome to Gotham City."
Scarecrow hissed as Jester came out of the nursery, taking in her outfit. She had just put both babies down for the night and they were leaving to head to Giggles. Doctor Davis agreed to look after Doctor Mills while Catwoman and Ivy offered to hang back to look after the babies. Bane and Ruiz were already at the club and Harley was in her room putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup before she'd meet Scarecrow and Jester in the garage.
Scarecrow couldn't think of a single word to say as he raked his eyes over Jester from head to toe. Her plum locks were curled loosely and teased slightly at the roots to add volume. She donned her usual smokey eye and burgundy lipstick that he always loved, but it was her choice of outfit that left him speechless with his mouth hanging slightly open. She wore a purple, black and white strapless tuxedo corset with matching black nylon tuxedo shorts that barely covered her ass. Underneath her shorts, she wore fishnet stockings that went all the way to her feet, covered by black knee-high stiletto boots. To complete the look she wore a little black and white bow tie around her neck, sitting pretty just above her many necklaces.
"Whaddya think?" She grinned wolfishly at him.
"Put on a pair of bunny ears and you'd give Hugh Hefner a heart attack," Scarecrow growled, the orange in his irises spreading to the corners of his eyes.
"That good, huh?" Jester winked at him and took her turn raking her eyes over him, smirking at his 'casual' attire. He was wearing a white oxford with the first three buttons undone and the sleeves neatly rolled up to his elbows, a black waistcoat, black dress pants, and shiny black leather derby shoes. He had tousled his hair into a sexy bedhead look and had contacts in instead of wearing his usual glasses. "No tie or jacket? Scandalous!"
Scarecrow grinned at her, pulling her close to him and wrapping his arms tight around her. "Looks like we're both letting loose tonight," he purred, lowering his head to nip at her pulse point. "Let's go, my love," he playfully swatted her ass and she giggled, taking his hand in hers and practically dragging him down the stairs.
"Marco!" Jester shot Scarecrow a devilish grin before launching herself off the railing on the second floor, landing gracefully to Scarecrow's surprise. He half expected her to break her ankles in the stiletto boots she wore, but she was light on her feet and fluid in her movements.
"Polo!" Harley's voice came from the kitchen and Scarecrow took his time as he made his way over, smirking as he watched Jester practice her 'house parkour' skills on every single ledge and piece of furniture on her way to the kitchen.
"Ooooh! You look fancy!" Harley circled Jester like a hawk, eyeing her outfit closely. "I like it!"
Jester pressed a smacking kiss to Harley's cheek and twirled one of her high pigtails in her finger, grinning at her clown twin. "You look pretty damn good yourself," Jester purred.
Harley did, too. She wore a red and black leather corset with a deep v neck that cut off just above her belly button and a matching pair of tiny shorts. She completed the look with a pair of leather thigh-high stiletto boots, one red and one black. "Great minds think alike, eh Jestah?" Harley did a little twirl and smacked her gum, pleased with herself and her outfit for the night.
"Before the two of you start fornicating on the kitchen island," Scarecrow smirked at the two of them and motioned towards the garage door, "let's get going."
"So bossy," Jester mock-pouted, jutting her bottom lip out at him.
"Buzzkill," Harley jabbed, following Jester out into the garage with a huff.
Scarecrow sat in the VIP booth with one leg folded over the other, his arms draped over the cushions and one of Jester's cigarettes hanging lazily from his mouth as he watched her dance in her usual cage, fully aware that she was purposely teasing him with her song choices, pole tricks, and 'come hither' looks. He was oblivious to everything and everyone else around him, his orange eyes locked on her as he smoked, drank, and relaxed.
Ruiz was posted just outside the booth as always, standing guard in Johnny's place. Bane was sitting in the booth opposite Scarecrow, watching all of the patrons in the club and keeping a close eye on the door. He cast a glance at Scarecrow and noticed the man was completely mesmerized by Jester and chuckled to himself, amused at the little clown's ability to captivate men.
"...Hold my arms above my head
And push my face into the bed
'Cause I'm a screamer, baby
Make me a mute
You put your hand up to my neck and feel the pulse
Beat, beat, beat, beat
It's like a trigger getting ready to shoot
Wanna wrestle with me, baby?
Here's a sneak little peek
You can dominate the game
'Cause I'm tough
I don't play around that often
When I do, I'm a freak
So you better believe
I like it rough..."
Scarecrow hissed, raking a hand through his hair as he watched Jester move gracefully on the pole inside of her cage. Between her slow, deliberate, sultry moves and the lyrics of the song, he was going to come undone. He could see why Joker was so insanely possessive of her and jealous whenever any other man had even a sliver of her attention – she was devastating. They locked eyes for a moment and Scarecrow licked his lips at her, his orange eyes burning with lust. She was making it clear she chose this song specifically for him and it was taking every ounce of control he had not to rip her out of that cage and do exactly what the song said.
"...Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my flesh
Bite into me harder
Sink your teeth into my flesh
Hold me up against the wall
Give it 'til I beg, give me some more
Make me bleed, I like it rough
Make it rough
Rough
Rough!
Push up to my body
Sink your teeth into my flesh..."
"Bitch," he growled, picking up his tumbler of whiskey and downing it in one gulp. His eyes were still glued to hers as she teased him, bending over and wiggling her ass with an innocent look on her face. "I'm going to tear her apart."
The song ended but she didn't come out of her cage, choosing to stay and dance to the next song that came on. He glared at her, his eyebrows furrowing in his rage when she turned her back and began snaking her way up the pole, entertaining all of the patrons at the bar as they whistled and catcalled at her and Harley. He shot up out of his seat in the booth, stalking out of the VIP section and through the packed club towards the bar. Once there, he slipped into a bar stool that was directly across from her cage, ignoring the terrified men that had cleared a path for him and jumped out of their seats at the sight of his glowing eyes.
"You know I never been this high
You know just how to amplify
You know, your head against my thighs
You know how much I sacrifice
I know just how to please you now
I know that we just fit somehow
I know that your words are your vows
I know you'll never say goodbye
Look how you went and saved me
I know you'll never break me
You popped me like ecstasy
I love you so dangerously
Look how you went and saved me
I know you'll never break me
You popped me like ecstasy
I love you so dangerously..."
Scarecrow ordered himself another whiskey and tipped the terrified bartender generously, waving her off with one hand while the other lifted his glass to his mouth. Jester was watching him again, getting off on him watching her with such lust and hunger radiating from him. She shivered a little in her cage, licking her lips as she moved slowly to the song. It was one of her favorites and she knew he'd like it. From the feral look on his face, he did. She was pressing all the right buttons tonight – between her outfit, the two songs, and all of her teasing, he'd be ripping her out of her cage soon. She was looking forward to it.
"...Baby, take off all your clothes for me
I wanna see what's underneath
And kiss your skin, I'm on my knees
Your weight on me, I want your heat
Hold me close, don't ever leave
Take me to space and make me live
It's kind of hard to even believe
But I found God in you, baby..."
"Come to me," Scarecrow commanded, crooking a finger at her as the song began fading out. "Don't make me wait."
Jester grinned at him, flipping her hair back over her shoulder and raking a hand through it as she moved towards the little door to her cage. She felt his gaze burning into her as she moved carefully down the stairs, accepting the male bartender's hand when he offered it to her to help her down. She bit her lip, grinning wickedly as she sauntered out from behind the bar and moved through the parted crowd over to Scarecrow. She slipped her hands over his shoulders, pressing her chest against his back and massaged him as she whispered in his ear from over his shoulder. "Did you like my dance?"
Scarecrow chuckled low in his throat and stood up swiftly from his bar stool, snatching Jester's wrists in a bruising grip and holding them firmly against his chest. He lowered his head to look into her eyes and smirked at her, tilting his head just slightly to tease her as he brought his mouth closer to hers. "I will make you suffer for all of this teasing, littlest clown. 'Make me bleed, I like it rough'? Be very careful what you ask for – I am not Jonathan, I do not have limits."
"I'm not afraid of you," Jester purred, looking him right in the eye. "Do your worst."
Scarecrow nipped harshly at her bottom lip and pulled away, keeping a grip on one of her wrists as he dragged her through the stunned crowd and back into the VIP section, intent on making her suffer until she begged him for it.
"Where are we going? Aren't we going home?" Jester was confused as she made her way up the small staircase into the VIP section.
Scarecrow laughed, roughly slamming her into a wall out of Bane and Ruiz's sight and wrapping a hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her choke. "Of course not, my love. You've teased me all night long, now I will make you beg for it."
"God," Jester murmured, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. "You're doing that thing again – that thing where you turn me on and make my brain go all fuzzy."
"Oh?" Scarecrow smirked, pressing his body flush against her and rolling his hips into hers.
"Please," she murmured, moaning quietly as his stiff cock rubbed against her through their clothes. "I want it."
"Not good enough," Scarecrow scolded, choking her harder. "You can beg better than that."
"Scarecrow," she rasped it out, her voice husky and low from her arousal and her limited air supply. "Please, take me home. I want you – I want you so bad, that's why I teased you. I wanted you to take me."
"Take you? Do tell, little clown."
"I wanted -" she gasped, struggling to get the words out as he choked her, "wanted you to rip me out of my cage and – and fuck me hard and rough."
"What if I fucked you right here against the wall?" He purred in her ear, using his knee to spread her thighs apart. His hand cupped her damp sex through her shorts and she whined and writhed at the touch, her chest heaving as her breathing became ragged.
"Yes! Right here! Please, please, please," she rolled her hips into his hand and moaned quietly, flicking her tongue out and tracing it along his bottom lip.
"Getting warmer," he cooed. "Try harder."
"I need – please – I need it!" She was beginning to beg incoherently, gasping when she felt his hand slip up her shorts and his fingers brushing against her damp panties.
"So wet!" He growled. "Is that all for me, little clown?"
She nodded, not saying a word. She moaned loudly when he moved her panties to the side and roughly shoved two fingers inside her. He released her throat and clapped his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans, grinning at her as he curled his fingers and stroked her g-spot. "So wet and so tight. I'm going to enjoy stretching this little pussy out tonight."
Jester's eyes rolled back when his thumb swiped at her clit, rubbing light circles against it as he fucked her hard and deep with his long, slender fingers. She sagged a little against the wall, her legs trembling as he worked her towards an orgasm.
"Already?" Scarecrow threw his head back and laughed, slipping a third finger inside of her. "What a perfect little bitch – soaked, quivering, and already about to bathe my hand with your release."
"Oh fuck," Jester hissed, biting down harshly on her bottom lip. "Please!" She gripped his forearm tight in her hand, pulling on it and forcing his fingers deeper inside of her.
"So impatient," Scarecrow chided. He leaned down and crashed his lips into hers, swallowing her pants, moans, and cusses as he forced her into her first orgasm with his rough, ruthless ministrations. She soaked his hand, coating it in her juices and he moaned into her mouth. "Good girl," he purred, making a show of licking her essence off of his fingers and hand. "Delicious."
"Take me home," she panted, trembling in his grip against the wall. "Please, take me home. Fuck my brains out, Scarecrow. Just fucking take me home."
"Still not good enough," he scolded. "Where's the desperation – the need? I'm not hearing it..."
"Scarecrow, I swear to god!" She gripped him by the front of his shirt and yanked him closer to her. "I am about a hair away from strangling you to fucking death if you keep teasing me. Take me home right now and fuck me, or so help me, I will -"
"There it is," Scarecrow crooned, looking deep into her eyes. "That's what I was looking for. I knew you had it in you, darling. Now let's get this in you." He ground his erection against her, bending his knees so it was rubbing against her soaking wet sex. "Let's go before you squirt all over my clothes."
"What?" Jester looked down, rearranging her panties and shorts a little so she was more comfortable, and that's when it hit her. The smell of sex hung thick in the air over them, her shorts and panties were soaked as if they had been submerged in water, and Scarecrow's arm was as wet as his hand had been. He was grinning down at her, watching with amusement as she put the pieces together.
"Say it," he commanded, lifting her chin with the same two fingers he had fucked her with. "I want to hear it from your mouth."
"I... I squirted?" The words came out in a question and Scarecrow barked a laugh, raking his hand through her hair and tugging at it.
"Oh yes, darling. I'm going to make you do it repeatedly tonight. We should probably fuck in the bathtub or the shower if you don't want to sleep in your own little pool."
"I did that? I've never done that before." She whispered it, her eyes widening in her shock and awe.
Scarecrow nodded, slowly sinking to his knees in front of her. He yanked her shorts and panties to the side and swiped his tongue up her soaking wet slit, sucking roughly on her clit when he reached it.
"Oh, FUCK!" Jester gripped the wall behind her and dug her heels into the carpet, trying to hold herself up as he assaulted her with his mouth. Her legs shook uncontrollably and she felt herself building up again very quickly. She squeezed her eyes shut and fisted a hand in his hair, tugging hard at it while he alternated between laving his tongue over her clit and thrusting it inside her and fucking her with it. She had bitten her lip so hard it was dribbling blood down her chin, trying not to scream and draw attention to them as Scarecrow greedily lapped at her.
"Shut up," he snarled, looking up at her from between her thighs. "Unless you want everyone to see me licking your sweet little pussy."
Her eyes rolled back in her head at his words and she choked down a scream as he sucked hard on her clit once more. She saw white as she came apart again, much more intensely than last time. Scarecrow latched his mouth onto her sensitive flesh, licking and sucking at it hungrily until he had lapped up every last drop of her essence. Without a word, he straightened her panties and shorts and crushed her lips with his, forcing his tongue into her mouth and making her taste herself.
"How do you keep doing that?" She was panting as he released her, her chest heaving with every breath she took. Her eyes were half-lidded, her cheeks flushed, and a thin sheen of sweat broke out on her face and chest.
"It's a secret," Scarecrow answered, sweeping her off her feet. He cradled her in his arms and made his way to the stairs towards the back door, eager to get her home so he could sink himself inside her heat and fuck her within an inch of her life.
Scarecrow wasted no time once he got Jester home, fighting off his primal urge to drop her to the floor and drag her by her ankles upstairs to the bedroom. He kept a tight hold on his self-control, carrying her up to his bedroom on the second floor. "You can ruin this mattress all you'd like, you little whore," he spat, completely lost to his lust. He tossed her down on the bed and glared down at her, his chest heaving as he panted. "Tell me, little clown, how far is too far for you? How badly can I hurt you? Give me a safe word – or I can peek inside that pretty little head of yours and see all your kinks, fantasies and desires for myself."
"You can really see all of that inside my mind?" She scrambled to sit up, staring up at him in horror. Not even Joker knew just how depraved she was and she wasn't sure she wanted anyone else knowing, either. She was self-conscious and afraid to open up about her kinks and fantasies. She'd only really explored some of them with Damian back before things had gone sour between them and even then, there were certain things he wasn't willing to do or didn't do the way she wanted him to.
"Relax," he purred, climbing onto the bed and pulling her down by her legs until she was flat on her back beneath him. "You know I've seen glimpses of them before, they're nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I won't look if you don't want me to."
"C-Can you... can you just, for now -"
Scarecrow already knew what she was about to ask and cut her off with a harsh kiss. He took a moment to peer into her mind, delving into the darkest, most depraved corners of it to find what he was looking for. He distracted her as he kneaded her breasts roughly through her corset, grinding himself hard against her. Once he was satisfied, he pulled away from her and grinned. "You are very, very naughty, baby. You're such a kinky, filthy little thing – why haven't you explored any of this with the Clown? You're too afraid and self-conscious to tell him?"
Jester simply nodded, chewing nervously on her bottom lip.
"Now, love, if that nice little cut on your lip begins bleeding again, you keep it away from my mouth, do you understand? I will punish you most harshly if you poison me."
Jester moaned and squirmed underneath him in response to his threat, feeling a jolt of thrill shoot through her.
"Good girl. I don't need a safe word anymore, you little minx. I've seen what you want – what you need. I'm more than happy to give it all to you. Are you up for it? Can you handle all of it in one night?"
"Yes," she panted, suckling at her bottom lip until it stopped bleeding.
"I want to look at you," he purred, unhooking the eye on her corset. He unzipped it slowly, breathing heavily as he took his time pushing it to the side and exposing her bare breasts to him. "God," he moaned, sitting up to straddle her legs, "you are beautiful." He latched onto one of her hard nipples, suckling at it desperately until her moans turned into cries of pain. He bit down hard on it, careful not to break the skin, and sucked until she thrashed underneath him. With his free hand he tugged and pinched harshly on the other one, delighting in the pain he was causing her. He knew her cries of pain were nothing to worry about, she was panting and writhing underneath him and moaning between the sounds, enjoying the hurt he was causing her. He found a burning desire to be punished, degraded, and forced to submit in the back of her mind – a fantasy and a need she was too embarrassed to voice aloud or ask for, but always desired every time she got fucked. He was going to give her what she wanted, and he was going to give it to her until she cried and begged for him to stop, the same way her fantasy played out in her mind.
"Please – PLEASE!" She screamed as he bit down on her other nipple, matching the abuse he had wrought on the first one. "I need it, I need you!"
"You need it? Need me? Are you sure?" He cackled in glee when she raked her nails down his back over the fabric of his shirt, whining under him.
"Yes, Scarecrow! I need it so badly – I need you to fuck me hard and rough. I want you to hurt me. Fuck me until it hurts!"
"Such a little deviant you are," he snarled, ripping his clothes off as quick as he could. He yanked her shorts off and kept her panties, boots, and fishnets on, loving the way they looked on her while she was wild like this. "You want pain, baby? You'll have it. I'm not going to stop until I break you, do you understand me? I'm going to fucking ruin you." Without another word, he shoved her panties to the side and drove into her so hard she screamed in pain when his cock hit the back of her channel. "Fuck yes!" He roared, fisting her hair in one hand and choking her roughly with the other. "You're so fucking tight, you dirty little slut! You're gonna make me cum, is that what you want? You want me to fill you up again and again until it leaks down your thighs and ruins your stockings?" He slapped her lightly, experimentally; careful not too hit her too hard and glared down at her as he picked up his pace and brutally fucked her.
"ANSWER ME!"
"YES!" She screamed the word over and over again like a mantra, completely incoherent as her eyes rolled back in her head. She continued to scream for him as he fucked her, slapping her when she begged for it and calling her every vile, cruel name under the sun that she asked him to. She was unhinged, lost to her lust and her urges, surrendering herself to her kinks and desires. She wasn't embarrassed or self-conscious anymore, too focused on how good everything felt and how incredibly hot it was having Scarecrow fulfilling her darkest fantasies and thoroughly enjoying them with her. He was getting off to them as much as she was, playing his role perfectly and giving her exactly what she wanted. His ability to read her mind helped significantly, he was able to see exactly what she wanted and needed when words failed her or she was too busy screaming and moaning in pleasure from his crass language and mild violence.
"Fuck me," he demanded, going still inside of her. He was on his knees with her legs draped over his shoulders, gripping her thighs tight in his hands. "Come on, my little whore. Fuck me. Show me how bad you want my cock."
Jester went wild, bucking her hips as hard as she could against him and moaning loudly as she built up to another orgasm. "I'm – I'm..."
"Do it, Jester! Do it. Squirt again for me, and you better make it a good one."
Jester screamed so loud she lost her voice, tears streaming down her face as her orgasm ripped through her. She saw stars, nearly blacking out from the force of it, and felt a hot wetness all over her thighs and belly. When she calmed down, panting and sweating, she opened her eyes and looked down at herself to see clear fluid coating her skin in a slick sheen. It was all over Scarecrow, too, and he was laughing deliriously as he continued to piston in and out of her. "How does it feel to be covered in your cum, you little slut? Hmm? Do you like it, baby? Do you like being covered in your own filth?"
Jester was crying from the intensity of her orgasm and the pleasure he was giving her, unable to speak. Her throat was raw, dry, and sore from all of her screaming and they were just getting started.
"I'm gonna fill you up, my little clown. Stay still for me, I want you to feel my seed spraying into the back of your cunt. I want you to cum again as I do it." He was whispering in her ear, crushing her with his body as he pumped steadily in and out of her. "Be a good girl and spread your legs for me," he purred, choking her lightly.
She obeyed, spreading her thighs apart as wide as they would go and gasping when he moaned, thrusting as hard as he could into her until he was buried to the hilt. She felt his cock twitch and his body tense just before he emptied himself inside of her, the feeling of it and the pulsing of his cock sending her into another orgasm underneath him. "Oh God," she cried, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "Oh my God," she was incoherent and dazed, lost in a state of complete bliss.
"You're such a good girl, Jester," he whispered, bringing his mouth to hers. "Jonathan warned you that I'd do terrible things to you. You took all of it so well, I'm so proud of you." His kiss was surprisingly gentle and affectionate. He was careful not to suck on her bottom lip, weary of her blood leaking into his mouth. He brought his free hand up to cup her face, stroking her skin to soothe the sting of his unforgiving slaps. "Are you alright, gorgeous?"
Jester opened her eyes, sniffling as she met his and she smiled. "So good," she rasped, grinning at him. "I'm good. I'm so, so good."
"That's a serious understatement," he chuckled, kissing her once more. "Take a moment to rest, my gorgeous clown. The pain has only just begun. I don't want you to tap out on me just yet."
"Fuck me nice and slow," she breathed. "For a few minutes... please."
Scarecrow didn't answer, opting to kiss her softly instead. He tangled his hands in her hair and let Jonathan resurface for this – making love was not something Scarecrow did, and Jonathan deserved to have a turn with her anyway.
"Jesus Christ, Jester," Jonathan whispered, his eyes back to their usual sky blue when they locked onto hers. "Are you okay? This is what you truly wanted?" He frowned, examining the bruises on her throat, thighs, arms, torso and her red, raw nipples. Her cheeks were red from his multiple swats and her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen from crying, but she had a lazy smile on her face and she looked well and truly happy.
"I'm fine, Craney, I promise. After the horrible day I've had, I needed that," she whispered. "He gave me exactly what I wanted." She blushed a little, chewing on her bottom lip nervously as everything she and Scarecrow had just done flashed through her mind. "My depravity seems to have no bounds. Trauma is a doozy."
"Come here, my love," he cooed, sitting back and pulling her into his lap. "Let's get these off of you." He pulled off her boots and her panties, tossing them to the floor before pulling her into his lap. "Wrap yourself tightly around me, my darling." She did as he asked, wrapping her arms and legs tight around him. He slowly entered her, letting his head fall back as he felt her walls clamp down around him. He maintained his control, slipping into her inch by inch and being careful not to hurt her. "Does it hurt?"
"No, baby," she breathed, pressing lazy kisses along his throat and his jaw. "It's perfect."
"Good, darling. You want me to make love to you?" He paused, cupping her face in one hand and looking deep into her eyes.
Jester wouldn't answer, choosing to avert her eyes and nod instead as a blush crept across her cheeks.
"You and your fear of weakness," Jonathan whispered, kissing his way along her jawline. "Needing and wanting to feel loved does not make you weak, littlest clown."
"Love makes people weak and causes them pain," Jester muttered, her eyes flashing for just a moment with what Jonathan swore was rage.
"He meant well," Jonathan whispered. "At least, he did at first. He could have killed the Doctor, but he didn't. It was wrong of him not to tell you, but I understand his initial reasoning. Don't you remember that day? You ripped his head off for offering to deal with your mother for you and I had intervened and brought you up to the nursery. I tucked you in with a blanket in the glider and you napped while I sanitized the room."
"He had months worth of chances to tell me. He spent so much time there while I was pregnant – he should have told me." Jester looked Jonathan in the eye, completely serious with all traces of her earlier embarrassment and shyness completely erased from her expression.
"You weren't exactly reasonable when you were pregnant, my love," Jonathan said as gently as he could, hoping her rage wouldn't turn on him.
"And after Ace was born?"
"You're both exhausted first-time parents and he's a notorious psychopath trying to run several empires, aside from his own, on top of doing his best to be a good man to you, a good father to Ace, and keeping things around here in order. Let's take into account here how calm he's been since your pregnancy. When was the last time he provoked the Batman, tried to poison the City, took over the airwaves and threatened Gotham, kidnapped the Mayor, killed masses of people for entertainment, or even robbed a bank?"
"I ask you for some hanky panky and you begin listing off all the reasons why my fiance is a good man." Jester rolled her eyes at him and huffed.
Jonathan laughed, pecking her on the lips. "Technically, you didn't ask me for anything."
"Well if you don't wanna do it, I guess I can ask Scare -"
Jonathan cut her off with a kiss. "You can't stand it when I'm right, can you?"
"Can't you just go back to being sweet and loving me?" Jester scowled at him and wriggled a little in his lap.
"Is that what you want?" He kissed her once more and gripped her hips gently in his hands.
"Yes," she breathed, pressing herself flush against him.
Jonathan didn't say anything, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth as he resumed a slow, steady pace inside of her. He rubbed her sensitive clit very, very lightly with his thumb and held her close to him as he made love to her, not daring to break their kiss for even a moment.
Soon, her muscles began to clamp down on him again and he moaned into her mouth, picking up his pace just a little and angling himself so his cock brushed against her g-spot with every thrust. "That's it, my littlest clown. Let go." He pulled away from her, looking deep into her eyes as she reached the peak of her orgasm. He moaned loudly with her as she came, gently and quietly, squeezing his cock with her contractions. He bit his lip and fought down his orgasm, wanting to coax at least one more from her before he released himself. "I love you, Jester," he murmured, lowering his head to kiss his way along her shoulder. He kissed along the column of her throat, lowering her onto her back and pressing himself gently against her. "You've made me happier in the past 24 hours than I've ever been."
"I love you too, Craney," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "I do. Just not -"
"Not the way that I love you, I'm aware. I know Joker holds your heart in his hands, and that's fine. It doesn't matter that you aren't in love with me. I'd rather have this with you than nothing at all. I am happy with this, Jester. I am happy with you." "
Tears slipped out of her eyes at his admission and she sobbed, pulling him closer to her. The events of the day and the roller-coaster of emotions she had experienced since waking up were finally taking their toll on her, the dam finally breaking. He stopped moving, going still inside of her and wrapped his arms tight around her. "It's okay. Take as long as you need."
"Please, keep going. I need it, Craney. I need you. Not him – you." She pressed soft kisses to his shoulders and neck, trying to make him understand what she was trying and failing to say outright.
"Jester," he purred, sinking deeper inside of her, "say it again. Please, say it again."
"I need you, Craney – only you."
Jonathan's lips met hers in a frenzied, desperate kiss and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, pulling him as close as she could to her. She ran her fingers through his hair, stroked every inch of skin she could reach, and let his tongue explore every single crevice of her mouth, both of them drinking each other in and taking their fill.
His thrusts began to pick up in speed and she tightened against him again, whimpering into his mouth. He cupped her face in his hands, keeping her mouth pressed against his and swallowed her moans as she climaxed, clutching tightly at his shoulders as her release spurred on his own. He spilled himself deep inside of her, cradling her in his arms and panting as he collapsed on top of her. "God..." He rolled off of her and onto his side, pulling her close to him and cradling her head against his chest. "You are amazing, my littlest clown. So amazing."
She cried into his chest, clutching at his arms and tangling her legs in his, breathing shakily.
"What's wrong? Did Scarecrow take it too far, or did my words upset you?"
She shook her head, sobbing loudly and sniffling. "No, no," she choked. "I'm just – I'm overwhelmed. There are so many feelings."
"I know," he cooed, soothing her as she calmed down. "I know, baby. It's a lot to take in – the pain, the pleasure, the heavy emotions. It's overwhelming. Today was a horrible day for you on top of it all."
Jester just nodded, trying to calm herself down as all of the events and emotions of the day overwhelmed her. She focused on Jonathan's heartbeat, something that always calmed her down no matter how upset or overwhelmed she ever was.
"It'll be alright, my littlest clown, I promise. If no one else, you can trust me. Do you believe me?"
She nodded against his chest, blushing a little. "I trusted both of you tonight with my... well, my 'kinks.' I've never told Joker about any of them. That's a pretty big thing, you know."
He knew what she was really saying – 'please don't tell anyone else, please don't embarrass me, please don't betray me – these are my deepest, darkest secrets and shames; please don't make me regret opening up like this.'
"I'll never betray you," Jonathan promised, dead set on keeping it until the day he died. He was a shadow in Scarecrow's mind when Scarecrow searched her thoughts and saw the same constant thought haunting the forefront of her mind that Scarecrow had. Four people she loved betrayed her trust – something that seemed simple to forgive but wasn't. Betrayal and abandonment were two of her biggest fears and two of the biggest causes of her trauma, and she didn't handle either one well no matter how big or small.
It wasn't really about Doctor Mills – though she was certainly upset at the state she found the Doctor in. It was about the love of her life, her best friend, her cousin, and another good friend that she trusted going behind her back, doing something they knew would upset, anger and hurt her, and keeping it from her with no intention of ever telling her the truth.
Their betrayals sparked her anxiety and paranoia – her mind was plagued with thoughts and ideas of other things they could be lying about or hiding from her, forcing her to question their true intentions with her and whether or not any of her relationships with them were ever genuine. They had destroyed her sense of security and comfort with them and obliterated her confidence and trust in them. They'd find out the hard way that all of this caused her more pain than it would ever cause them.
"Now rest, my sweet clown. Close your eyes and go to sleep. I will bring you to your bed."
"Don't leave me," she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Stay with me."
Jonathan smiled, knowing she meant for him to stay in control and to keep Scarecrow at bay. "I will, my love. I think he's just as worn out as I am, anyway. Let's get you into something comfortable, shall we?" He slowly untangled himself from her, pulled his boxers back on and made his way over to his armoire, digging out a light blue cotton t-shirt. He made his way back over to the bed and carefully rolled her fishnet leggings down, pulling them off of her before slipping the t-shirt over her head and slipping her arms through the sleeves. "Come on, sleepyhead," he cooed, kissing her softly as he cradled her in his arms. He carried her up to the master bedroom and nudged the bedroom door open with his foot. He carefully set her down on her bed before making his way into the bathroom. He ran her a hot bubble bath, turning on the jets and pouring in a healthy amount of jasmine and lavender scented Epsom salts.
"Do you want to take a bath before you fall asleep, darling? Or would you like to sleep in the bath?" He chuckled when she groaned and flipped over on her side in response.
"Alright," he whispered, picking her up again. He brought her into the bathroom and stripped his shirt from her before carefully setting her into the tub. Without missing a beat, he stripped out of his boxers and climbed into the tub with her, pulling her back against his chest as he leaned against the wall of the tub. He let her rest, using her loofah to gently wash every inch of her skin. He washed her face, her hair, and her hands as well. Once they were both clean, he towel-dried her, slipped his t-shirt back on her and tucked her into bed. He drained the tub, slipped his boxers back on and turned off all the lights in the bedroom before climbing into bed next to her.
He turned the TV on, putting Netflix on and making a point not to put on that stupid Gossip Girl show. He selected The Originals instead since it was a show she loved and one he found he enjoyed as well. He wrapped himself around her, tangling their legs together and burying his face in the crook of her neck. "I really do love you, Jester," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
"Promise?" She rasped, clutching his hand in hers and pressing it against her chest, right over her heart. He noticed she liked to sleep that way since she did it every night, whether awake or asleep and knew it was something that comforted her.
"I promise."