A/N: Thank for reading! This chapter is mostly some smut while I try to think about what to do next for the and "Queen of the Rhombus". I'm all wishy washy right now, trying to figure shit out and what direction I want to go in. I started working on DoaM but I'm having a hard time putting my heart into it unfortunately... My imagination doesn't always want to listen to me and sometimes I have a hard time putting thoughts into words.

The next chapter is mostly done since I made this one way too long, my own fault..I know. The next one and this one were the same, but I added some smutyness to it and had to break it up for the sake of everyone's eyes and patience. No one likes to read a 20k chapter...well, most don't.

I'm kind of stuck at home since that corona virus is getting completely out of hand, so now I have more time to myself...Anyways...here you go!


"Had a bit of a hard time finding you...Mhmmm."

His hand gently moved from her mouth, confident that she wouldn't scream bloody murder now. Gloved fingers ran down to the pale skin of her neck, resting there as he cocked his head to the side. Even with the dim orange light the sunset gave off coming in from the open doors and colliding with the shadows, she could still make out that warm look his dark eyes always had when they were together.

"Ja-...Joker."

Relief spread throughout her body now that Jack was here, even if he was the Joker to everyone else in the city. There was no doubt in her mind that he wouldn't want to be called Jack in front of anyone when they weren't alone in the apartment. It was important that she kept that in mind and didn't slip up.

Joker's dark eyes hardened as his head flew back, glaring at the open doors. The two men who originally tried to escort the pinkette were standing where they left them, a dumbfounded expression painted across their faces. The gloved hands around her gripped tightly, making her flinch at the pressure he probably hadn't realized he was applying.

"What the fuck are you lookin' at? Close the doors and get going!" The deep growl that he used in the videos the news station often played made Sakura jump in his arms, startling her. The hold on her became more harsh, not letting her move a muscle.

The men gasped, knowing they would be in deep shit if they didn't quickly comply. In seconds the doors closed, leaving them in the pitch black darkness.

"Isn't this better, dollface? Now we have some, ah, priiivacy." Fingers dug into the fabric covering her body, giving a reassuring massage as he pulled her back further. Unable to see anything with the door windows covered, she felt herself being pulled onto his lap as he sat down. Feeling around with her bare feet against the tarp on the floor, her heel bumped into what felt like a crate before stepping onto his dress shoe.

"J-Jack... What's going on? What is all this?" Voice barely above a whisper, she leaned her head back against his purple coat, heart beating fast as the scent of smoke and gasoline was overwhelming in the enclosed area.

"There is a little, uh...change of plans as you can see. Didn't have much of a choice." The hand around her throat reached up to run through the pink locks that were covering part of her face, moving them out of the way. His touch felt soothing, trying to relax the nerves that were on edge. "This wasn't exactly how I imagined it would go, but sometimes ya gotta go with the punches."

The grip holding her back had loosened considerably, giving her the chance to turn around and straddle his hips. The Clown Prince didn't even attempt to try stopping her as she faced him, though she couldn't see him in the lighting.

Reaching up, small hands placed themselves on the sides of his face, leaning closer. His presence changed her mood dramatically, knowing that she would be safe with him and glad to not be out there with those henchmen anymore.

"I'm just so glad you're okay..." The words were soft as they left her lips, closing her eyes as she leaned into him.

Gloved hands ran up her back, drawing lazy circles against the thin fabric of her dress. A sigh left his mouth as his head dropped against the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply.

"Ya know how angry I was when I couldn't find you?" Joker's voice was deeper, more harsh as it came out against the pale exposed skin. "There were men going through our place. You weren't at work, not on your usual way home... I thought somethin' might have happened, just to find out you were eatin' dinner with that playboy..."

Sakura cried out as teeth dug into her neck sharply, making her buck against his hips. Giving a tug at the soft skin, he let go and licked the indentations he crudely made.

"J...J-"

"I don't think you...quite...understand the position you put me in, beautiful." Before she could even get a word in, he smashed his mouth against hers, roughly kissing and biting at her bottom lip. With a harsh tug, he let go as he hungrily attacked her mouth, pushing his tongue into her cavern to explore.

A hand wrapped itself into the sea of silk locks, yanking her head back away from him as heavy pants left his lips. The pinkette's hands grabbed onto the front of his coat, holding on tightly.

"Don't you see how men look at you? Even your boss?" The words come out in ragged harsh breaths as he leaned in towards her, foreheads touching. Sweat and paint smeared as he rubbed his face against hers, running his nose along her skin and into the pink hair that was pulled back tightly. "Hmmm? Even my men..."

A throaty groan left his lips as he took in the sweet floral scent, breathing in deeply as he tugged harder. Even though she couldn't get enough of the gentle caresses and sweet words, there was a part...somewhere in there, that enjoyed the rough treatment. Liked it when he took charge and tried to bend her body to his will.

It was like having the best of both worlds. Sometimes he went slow, taking his time to explore and trace every single inch of her body. Memorizing every curve, seeing what would get the reactions he desired out of her, watching carefully. There was another side as well... Holding her down, biting and tugging roughly, nails scratching and clawing at her skin desperately.

It could go from him making love to fucking in just minutes, depending on what kind of mood he was in... Both were mind blowing in their own right. The only consistent thing was that he enjoyed being the dominate one, even if she was able to gain the upper hand occasionally. He was a very...giving lover, enjoying focusing on her more than allowing himself to be pleasured. It seemed like he got off more on that than anything else. Having control of everything and seeing the results of his hard work, just like in his schemes.

"W-What are you talking about? That's nonsense..." The fog that always made it's way through when they were like this made her thoughts cloudy, unable to really focus or understand what he was even saying. Right now, she just wanted him to keep touching her, not have an argument.

"Hmm... Nonsense, huh? I see everything, dollface. Mhmmm. Yesss I do." A hand wrapped around the curve of her hip, pulling the pinkette closer against his own. "Just like I see that you were out with another man while I was trying to find you. Yep, not very smart..."

"Are you serious? Bruce is my boss, it's not like that and you know it!" Anger flared up at his accusation. Did he consider going out for a bite as cheating? Never in a million years would she try to betray his trust in that way. Maybe she should have just said no in the first place. Jack had always been a jealous person and it only got much worse after the scars...

That was the only time he seemed greedy, when it came to her time and how she tried to spend it. Never wanting to share with anyone or anything.

"Ah!" The van started up, lurching forward as it jerkily pulled away from the curb and making her almost fall backward off of his lap. The grip on her tightened, not letting her go anywhere.

"I'm being very serious..." The way his voice deepened even in anger, made shivers run down her spine as he tugged on the hair in his grasp to accentuate his point. Teeth bit into her bottom lip as heat pooled in her stomach when he got this way. Most would be scared, but that wasn't the issue.

"You know I don't like sharing what's mine with anyone else... Yet here you are, running around with other men in this skimpy little dress. Practically begging for them to look..." The hand on wrapped on her hip reached down, gloved fingers dancing along the exposed skin of her leg. Tracing up her thigh to the hem of the short dress, pushing it up and around her hips. "Without a single care of what I think... You little minx."

A shaky breath left her lips as he pushed his knees apart, making her thighs spread with them. Despite his anger, she couldn't help feeling hot from it. In a weird way, it felt like the more rage he gave off, the more he cared in these moments.

Joker's hand pulled the bottom of her dress up and back, exposing her panties even if neither could see it. Fingers reached down, moving along the dark silky fabric, feeling her slit through the thin barrier. Already she was so wet for him... As soon as that deep growl come out as he yelled at his men... It couldn't be helped how her body reacted or betrayed her feelings.

Sakura couldn't stop the moan spilling from her lips as his hand tugged her panties to the side, dipping his fingers in and slowly teasing along the wetness he caused between her legs.

When did he even take those gloves off?

Hot breaths washed over the pinkette's face from the mangled mouth just inches away, revealing how effected he was just from feeling her arousal. Instead of pushing forward like her body ached for, the clown kept running along her slit, carefully avoiding touching her clit. Right now, she just wanted him to jam those thick fingers up into her, giving the relief she desired. Despite the fact they had already gone at it this morning, the hunger wouldn't go away. There were several years that needed to be made up for and even then...

"Look at you now... Wearing this outside...and these! Worst of all, now you want my men to hear you like this?!" Sakura's brow raised as the fog started to clear up at the dangerous turn his tone was taking. What the hell was he saying?

"What the-" Indignation overrode the sense of arousal as she tried to push off against his chest, trying to stand up. How could he say that to her when he's the one who brought her here and wanted to fool around? The last thing she wanted was for his men to hear her, but it was difficult not to make any noise in this kind of situation.

Her body twisted around, getting up off of him with a huff. Hands grabbed onto the fabric of the dress, yanking her back down onto his lap as she cried out in surprise. A warning growl erupted from his chest, vibrating against her back as he held her tightly against him.

"At-ta-ta-ta! Where do ya think you're goin'? Hmm?" Fingers raked along the pinkette's abdomen, dragging themselves over her chest, pausing to pinch a hardened peak through the thin dress.

"Ah! You-" It hurt...He pinched hard, twisting her nipple and tugging roughly. They were sensitive and he damn well knew it. Was this punishment for trying to get up?

A cry left her lips as she jumped back against his lap, trying to get away from the assault. The clown groaned as she backed up hard, arching against him and shoving her ass into his pelvis.

"Sh, sh, sh...I'll kiss and make it better." Letting go of her chest, he reached the top of her dress and gripped it tightly between his fingers. With one hard pull, the front of the fabric tore loudly as he yanked the offensive clothing right down the middle.

"I like this dress! Do you have to destroy everything of mine?!" Sakura was angry. It wasn't that this dress meant anything, or was really expensive. That didn't matter at all. They were only material items that could easily be replaced. It was the fact that he carelessly destroyed anything and everything whenever he pleased because he knew he could just buy another.

"Ohhh! How thoughtless of me! So sorry...Let me make it up to you, dollface..." The exaggerated feigned apologetic tone made the vein in her temple throb, but that didn't stop the chuckle she tried to keep in. He wasn't sorry, not in the slightest and he knew this wasn't about the dress. "I'll try to be more careful. Yeah? Hahaha..."

Yanking the cloth from around her shoulders and letting it pool around her waist, she felt him shuffling around in his coat, fishing something out.

'What is he doing now?' Before she could voice her confusion, there was a click and something cold pressed against the skin of her chest.

"Ahh!" The chill from the steel sent goosebumps prickling the pale skin beneath it, pushing harder as the pinkette jumped at the sudden touch.

"I, uh, wouldn't move around too much if I were you. Can't see much back here, can I?" The blade drug along her skin, only using enough pressure to leave a pink trail, yet not enough to break the skin. A shuddered breath left her lips, not knowing what he was up to. His actions were more unpredictable when he was like this. Greasepaint all over, dressed in his infamous attire, he was in his element and they weren't in the apartment anymore. "I'm ahhh...playing this one close to the chest, if ya catch my drift...HAHAHAHA!"

If it weren't for the knife running along her clavicles, she would have turned and smacked his chest for such a shitty joke. Everything was always a game...a hilarious joke. That was who he was though. Laughing even when things were serious. Maybe that's how he dealt with it.

People assumed his laughter was a side effect of the madness, but part of her wondered if that was what kept him from falling deeper into it.

"You better get that away from me or I'm going to shove my foot so far up your ass-"

"HAHAHAAAWOOOHAHAAA!" It was hysterical, loud and carefree. Unlike the noises he made in his videos or in anger, but just as shocking. The blade ran over her collarbone and that's when she realized he was using the flat side of the knife as he twisted it between his fingers. The serrated side kissed the skin over the bone, letting her know if he wanted to do any harm, he could have.

"What's wrong? Don't like my toys, sweetheart? Relax, don't wanna have you do that!..Although... I would have to return the favor then... Butttttt I wouldn't be using my foot, doll." Joker leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder, grinding his hips up against her backside. "Trust me, you probably wouldn't enjoy that too much... Or maybe you would?"

"Hah...Sounds like you have experience, huh?" Teeth ground together as he hissed into her ear, the tip of the blade moved away from her bone. She gasped as it dug between her breasts, cutting the middle of the bra holding her back and nicking the skin beneath in the process.

"Maybe... Of course not myself. I'm the one who does the stabbing, not the other way around." Disgust swirled in the pit of her stomach. Just what was he trying to say? What was that suppose to mean? Was he telling her that he had been screwing around and even did that?

It wasn't something Sakura wanted to think about, but the jealous side of her couldn't help it. Seven years was an incredibly long time, especially for a man. Not only that, but he thought she was dead. Of course he would have screwed other women during that time... After all, he was insatiable when they were together before. Why would that change just because she was gone?

Sakura had to accept that. That was the way of life, even if she didn't like it or want to think about it. It didn't feel any better though... How many times had she gone out on dates back in Tokyo, but let them standing at the door? How many times did she stop herself from getting too close to them, even after having a good time? Something just always felt wrong about it, like there was a missing element. She couldn't even remember Jack and yet...perhaps subconsciously she had. There was always something there, stopping anything from growing in its tracks.

For so long she denied herself the simple pleasures in life, feeling guilty and like something was wrong with her. It wasn't only herself that thought this way... The friends and coworkers she leaned on felt the same way, thinking something was off or that she was just a cold person romantically.

"Maybe you're just asexual, yeah? There's nothing wrong with that, Sakura... I'm sorry, I won't try to push you anymore..." The pinkette tried...she really did. Just to fit in and feel like a "normal" person. Going out on dates, hanging out with people she met at work or out and about. That was what Bruce said would make her feel better as she tried to get into the flow of things.

When the men couldn't stir up anything in her, she even followed her friend Aiko's advice and went out with a women... And yet, all of that really didn't do it for her... Couldn't get her going...not the way this man did.

It made her feel some sort of way that he had remembered her all these years, but fooled around. Did he even hesitate? What kind of women interested him? How many did he sleep with? Were there girlfriends? Anything serious? Had he ever found love again while she was "dead"? She didn't want to know, even if curiosity was clawing at her gut. This was all so...immature. Selfish... No one could expect such a thing from a person. It wasn't his fault what happened...that she fell or what happened in the hospital.

"I can take care of myself, dollface."

What did that mean anyway? He spent the last seven years just jerking off? Doubtful.

The image of Jack kissing another woman and running his hands all over her body made her brows furrow, closing her eyes. Bending her over a table...pushing himself into her as she screamed bloody murder, enjoying him as much as he was.. Doing the things that had been implied... Even though she lived for twenty-four years...it felt like she was that seventeen year old again after finally waking up. Tasha had run this body for the last seven years, but Sakura had been asleep. It was like they had switched places, only with the benefit of keeping the other woman's knowledge and memories.

"You're disgusting... When did you become such a pig, Jack?"

Sakura knew she shouldn't have said it.. Hadn't even thought it through. Without even thinking, the words just came out. Was it because it was dark and couldn't see his face? Or that what he said had angered her and made jealousy rear its ugly head?

The man she was sitting on froze, only harsh breaths coming out of his mouth. Was he angry now? It shouldn't have been said. Right away she regretted uttering those words, knowing it would sting. A part of her brain tried to justify it for what he'd done. What he had said, knowing it would upset her. Now she didn't know if he did it just to get a reaction from her or was just being honest.

A hand latched itself into the back of her hair, yanking the pinkette roughly against him. She gasped feeling the dress being torn angrily from her hips, trying to get up off of him only for the firm hold against her head to keep her in place.

"I, uh, think there's been a liiiitle misunderstanding...dollface." Pulling the dress from under her as she lifted herself up to move away, he growled out, pissed off.

"You wanna get away from me that badly now? Is that it?"

Throwing the ruined clothing somewhere into the dark, his fingers caressed along her cheek, making her freeze. So gently, just barely grazing along the surface. They were trembling, feeling along her face. Was he that angry? Or hurt by what was said?

Leaning into the touch, Sakura felt guilty. She was the one who left, not him... Why should he stop living just because of her?

"I'm-" Before another word came out, he shoved her off of his lap, making her cry out as she landed on the tarp by his feet. What the hell?

'Guess he is angry after all...'

"You think I'm disgusting, huh?! You want to leave me?!" Joker's voice rose as he growled out, seeming to forget that his men were sitting in the front of the van. With all the crates and the distance, they probably couldn't make out exactly what was being said...or at least she hoped.

"What?! No-"

Trying to stand up to reach out to him, to make him understand, she was stopped as he put a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her back down. The bra that was slit down the middle was pulled off of her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her bare against the cool tarp.

"J-Joker..." What was he doing? Jack was acting far more aggressive than usual, making her nervous. He was unpredictable at times, sometimes rough, but this felt different. In all their time together, he never tried to do anything that would hurt her, but now he was shoving her face into the tarp after nicking the skin on her chest.

A trickle of blood ran down her abdomen. Did he even realize he broke the skin? This wasn't like him and it was starting to scare her.

"What are you doing?!" The clown Prince grabbed onto her elbows, pulling them back as he shuffled around. Was he going for the knife again?

"You want to leave me again? Do you really think I would let that happen?" Sakura tried to pull away as something wrapped around her wrists, tying them together tightly. The sound of metal and the feel told her it was his belt he was using.

"No! What the hell are you talking about?!" She didn't want to leave... Jack was the only person she felt at home with. The only one she shared everything with. The person she loved... Didn't he trust that?

"I won't let you... Not after all...this. I didn't wait all this time for you to run. I'm not gonna be alone again, best believe that sweetheart!" Was he even listening? She wasn't trying to run away or leave him. Couldn't he hear her? Was he lost in his own little world? It was like he was standing on the edge of sanity and madness, mumbling and huffing as he shuffled around.

Jack had always been...a little different. Jealous and possessive, wanting all her time and attention on himself for the most part, but he was still reasonable. Never asked for anything that was too much. This version of him was like that only cranked up a few notches.

"I didn't say anything about leaving... J-Just calm down. I didn't mean what I said, I was just angry!" The pinkette grit her teeth, eyes widening as she felt the cool steel against her hip. So he had grabbed the knife after all.

"Wait! Just wait a second! Don't hurt me, Jack!" If he did...really did...there was only so much that could be forgiven. If he really was going to start this shit, how would he expect her to sit here quietly and take it? It was one thing to be rough when having sex, but it was another to start cutting into someone...unless they were into that. Right now, she really wasn't feeling it. Even if she could just heal it, the intent behind it was what really mattered.

The blade stilled against her, the man behind her freezing as he breathed heavily.

"Hurt you? Why would you think I wanna do that?" The hand against her back reached up, gently caressing the side of her face. "You're the only one I never want to hurt..." His voice was low, making the tense muscles throughout her body relax. The knife dug under the side of her panties, slitting through them easily.

Sakura felt foolish as she felt him cut the other side, realizing that it hadn't been her that he was trying to slice up. The way he'd been yelling and pushed her off of his lap made her think he was going to take his anger out on her. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn't see him...couldn't see his expressions... Or paranoia that he'd taken it too far and fell off the edge. Either way, she felt guilty for doubting him.. For doubting Jack...

"I-I'm...

"Shh, sh, sh... Don't worry 'bout it. You're just confused right now... I'll show ya. There won't be any more, ah, misunderstandings after tonight." Curling his fingers around her jaw, he pulled the pinkette up against his chest, kissing her gently. His words were soothing, almost cooing as his other hand moved the pink locks out of her face.

"It'll be okay... Just leave everything to me, 'kay? I thought you knew how I...feel... about you. Seems I, uh, haven't done a good enough job of showing itttt..." A groan left his lips as he ran the sides of his mouth against her cheek. The pinkette could feel the puffy, cracked skin of his scars rubbing against her skin. Turning, she kissed them, feeling terrible inside and confused.

"I'm sorry. You just scared me a little bit there..." Moving back, he pushed his nose into her hair, breathing in deeply. Now it just seemed ridiculous to think he was going to harm her...at least intentionally. He never had before, even when he was being rough in bed.

"We don't want that, now do we? Perhaps this is my fault...I can be a little, ahem, rough around the edges sometimes. Just lay back and relaxxx, sweetheart. I gotcha now..." Slowly, he laid her back down against the tarp, arms still tied behind her back with his belt.

Silent tears formed in the corners of the pinkette's eyes, angry and confused at herself and how she was feeling. The last few weeks just felt like an overload of everything... She was grateful for the darkness so he wouldn't have to see her like this.

All of a sudden the Joker popped up into her life out of nowhere...driving a bus out of the side of a bank he just robbed, only to start harassing her consistently, scaring and confusing her to no end. He had been the enemy, one that made her afraid of even waking up in the morning... Just to find out everything she knew and thought was a lie, that she was someone else entirely...

There was Ino, Bruce, Jin...people who made life more difficult at every turn, not being who she thought they were. Messing and manipulating everything around the pinkette, making them untrustworthy. She was on the run from her own home that was probably being torn apart and had to leave everything behind...all that was left was the charm around her neck...having to start all over again. Now, she was naked in the back of a van with the most wanted man in the entire city...The Joker...Jack...

The man she grew up with, who she had forgotten and had to relive everything over again in bits and pieces. They were going to God-knows-where and everything was in his hands now.

"O-Okay..."

Right was wrong, wrong was right. Normal was nothing and nothing was normal. Saying the world had been turned upside down was an understatement. All Sakura knew was that she had to put her trust in him and believe everything was going to be alright. Jack had always been there for her, through thick and thin, protecting the both of them. Always watching over her, even after all this time. After he saw her outside of the bank, he came to her that night... Couldn't just walk away. She owed it to him to put it all on the line, to put her life in his hands.

"That's it... That's my girl..." Sakura could hear clothes shuffling around as he moved away, trying to calm the pounding in her chest. It was going to be okay, everything was going to be alright, just like he said. A sniffle forced its way out despite her best efforts to keep it down.

"Sh, sh, sh..." The warmth radiating from his chest as he leaned over her sent goosebumps prickling the surface of her skin. It felt so...calming. Almost enough to make her cry even more. Why did she have to do this now of all times? It just made it all worse. His hand wiped the tears away, trying to be as comforting as he could muster in his own form of madness. "You know I hate it when you do that..."

Without waiting for a reply, he went to kissing along her shoulders, pushing the long pink strands out of the way as he tried to distract her. It worked... Always did.

His lips were hot against the length of her back, rubbing his face against her bound hands as he made his way down. Sakura bit into her bottom lip as she felt him take her fingers into his mouth, gently sucking and twisting his tongue around them. Her back arched at the feeling. How was he always able to completely render her unable to think doing so little?

"Ah-ta-ta-ta! Patience, sweetheart. We still have a little ways to go. The ride is just getting started..." His voice was deep and husky, making her fidget when he spoke like that. A hand smacked against her ass, making her jump in surprise.

"Hmm...Hahaha..." Large hands grasped the curve of her hips, pulling them up to get onto her knees, face still down against the tarp. A shuddered breath left her pink lips in anticipation as she felt him sit back behind her.

"Ahh!" Green eyes widened, feeling his hot wet tongue run along her slit, probing and tasting. She ground her teeth as he pulled away, wanting more and wondering why he suddenly stopped.

"Well now... That just won't do..Nope." A brow raised in confusion as she panted, feeling agitated. "Can't have my boys hearing a show from up front... Looks like we're gonna have to do something 'bout it."

Sakura face twisted in shock as she felt something wrapping around her mouth, pushing against her teeth. It smelled like smoke as the knot pushed against the back of her head. Did he just really use his tie as a gag?

"As much as I...thoroughly...enjoy hearing you scream, I DON'T enjoy other people hearing it. Don't take it personally sweetheart. It's either this or I'll have to shoot them when we stop." There was no doubt that he was being honest. The other day when her neighbor said he was tired of listening to them, Jack didn't even hesitate to shoot through the door. He would do it without a second thought.

Satisfied with the noise control, Joker went back to work burying his face into her heat, attacking her core with his scarred lips and tongue. He seemed to enjoy doing this far more than he probably should have, always trying to get his head in between her legs. It gave him control over her body, knowing how sensitive she was and how it drove her wild.

"Mmmphhh!" The noises were muffled around the fabric in her mouth just as he planned. Legs trembled as her hips moved back, wanting more as he wrapped his lips around her clit, making her bit down furiously onto his tie in her mouth. It felt so good...he knew how to play her like an instrument.

'Fucking hell...' Toes curled as she pushed her forehead against the tarp, wanting to scream out desperately. Fingers pushed into her core, pumping in and out as he concentrated on her bundle of nerves. It was maddening...she wanted to touch him, to run her hands through his hair and tug on the faded locks. There was nothing she could do against the restraints, but lay there in the dark as he did as he pleased. If anything it was more of a turn on only being able to sense his touch, unable to focus on anything else.

As soon as the familiar heat built up inside making her muscles tense up and threatening to spill over, he pulled away. Sakura tried to turn her head, wanting to glare at him for stopping again as she heard him chuckle, smacking her ass.

"Patience..." Hands grabbed on to her ass, massaging the tense muscles as he groaned, making her buck her hips back. When he felt satisfied with the wait, he went back down, spreading her lips open and shoving his tongue into her core.

Back arching almost painfully, the pinkette bit and cried against the gag, feeling dazed against his assault. It was almost sinful how good he was at this, knowing exactly where to touch to drive her insane from memory.

Just when she felt like an orgasm was going to smash her to pieces, he pulled away again. An angry whine left her throat as he left her dripping and hot, on the precipice of falling off of the gorgeous cliff only to yank her back to reality.

"Mmmrrr! Mmmpphhhfff!" The urge to scream and curse was overwhelming. Why was he doing this?

"Aww... What's wrong, sweetheart?" The condescending tone in his voice was agitating, knowing exactly what he was doing. Tears form in her eyes again, the pressure in her abdomen becoming too much, just wanting release. He was denying that little piece of heaven she so desperately wanted...needed. Just kept building her up, only to stop.

The thought of his men being in the front seat didn't seem to even matter anymore, wanting nothing more than to scream at him, to just do something. She whined and panted pathetically against the tie in her mouth as he did it again, rubbing her clit with his thumb and pulled away right before she came.

Sakura shook as her body racked with muffled sobs. This was borderline torture... She was to the point of begging him, pleading to let her release, but couldn't get anything out. Tears ran down her face onto the tarp, mixing themselves with sweat as she rolled her head back and forth. The urge to smash it against the floor was gnawing at her insides. If only his belt wasn't binding her hands, she could have used her fingers to end this suffering...or at least smack him.

"Nowww... We can move onto our next lesson. Isn't that right, dollface?" Next lesson? What the hell was the first one? A lump formed in her throat wanting to wail and kick him for doing this to her. If he thought he was going to get away with this without repercussions...he was mistaken. Maybe not now, but she would get him back when he least expected it.

The pinkette smacked her head against the floor as he pulled away, something hot and hard pushing between the lips of her core. Closing her eyes, she groaned rocking her hips wantonly feeling his shaft sliding against her. That what would bring her where she needed to go, having him inside.

He was muttering something under his breath, too low for her to make out even if she hadn't been panting so harshly. Trying to angle her hips hoping to get some relief from the throbbing member rubbing against her, his hand came down hard against her ass, sending a clear warning as he laughed.

"Ahhh... You're so wet, baby girl. Is this for me? Hmm? Is this what you're so desperately looking for?" Even though she knew he couldn't see it, she nodded her head feverishly, trying to voice somewhat of an answer...anything that would get him to stop this torture.

'I'm going to kill him...'

"Hmmm?" The knot behind her head loosened slightly, fingers fiddling with the fabric as he ground his hips against her. It drooped a bit, falling against her chin as she gasped, panting hard.

"Tell me..." His voice was barely above a growl, the vibrations running through his body into hers as he ran his pulsing head across where she desperately wanted him, moving to tease her clit. What a devil...

"P-Please..." What was it going to take to stop this?

"Hahh... So needy, aren't you doll?...A hot, needy little woman. Tell me- tell me what you want." A hand reached forward, petting the top of her head as she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming out obscenities. "What you need."

Sakura knew he was going to keep screwing with her until he got what he was searching for. Did he just want confirmation that she needed him more than oxygen at this moment? Reveled in the fact that she was desperate and would say just about anything?

"..Y-You...ahh..I want you...Please..."

"You want me, huh? But do you need me? You're being just a bit, ah, vague sweetheart." Unable to barely string together any clear thoughts, the pinkette wanted to scream, frustrated tears running down her cheeks. This was so cruel...just to make himself feel dominate...

"Yes! I-I need you...I need you so badly Jack...Just...Just-"

"Mmm... That's right. Just remember, only I can do this to you...I can make you feel this way. You want, no-need me. Don't ever forget that.." Nails dug into her palms as he shoved himself in deeply, hissing out and snapping his jaw.

Joker was like a mad, wild dog...the behavior and resemblance were uncanny. Ferocious, violent, territorial...ready to turn on a dime...growling and frothing at the mouth in his moments of rage.

"S-Shit! Ahhh!" The pinkette closed her eyes tightly as he threw his hips against her with reckless abandon, digging his fingers harshly into her sides. Dirty nails bit down hard, leaving red crescents threatening to break the skin. Everything felt all the more intense not being able to see, senses focusing only on what she was feeling.

This was too much...The position gave him access to do whatever he pleased, not giving her any way to brace herself against his assault as her face and shoulders pushed into the tarp.

Teeth rattled at the force behind his thrusts, lungs burning trying to force air into them. He wouldn't let up, driving harder into her with each stroke and she hoped to God her pelvis wouldn't shatter. It hurt...hurt so good. Pleasure mixing with the pain setting her body on fire. The smell of gasoline only made it worse, feeling like he'd doused her body with it and lit the flame.

Hearing the screams spilling into the darkness, the man behind threw his fist against one of the crates, knocking it against the wall. Music from somewhere far off to her started playing from the front of the van, drowning out the noise as the clown demanded without saying a word.

Tears ran down her face as she sobbed and cried into the mat, feeling like her body was going to be ripped apart as he started going faster, harder. She was lost to the world, seeing nothing but feeling everything. It felt like a hot, heavy rod was being jammed up into her core, threatening to pierce her stomach. Is this how she would die? If so, it would be with no regrets.

"Goddammit! Rrggghhh... So fucking...tight..." The beast behind her growled, grabbing onto the leather between her wrists and using it as leverage, pulling her up. The muscles in her arms screamed in agony, a trail burning all the way up to her shoulders as he yanked her body closer. The tie around her chin was shifted back in place, muffling the sounds spilling from her pink and red lips. Smeared in makeup and blood, she hadn't realized how hard she'd been biting down until the metallic taste registered in her foggy mind.

This was hell and heaven wrapped all up in one... It felt like it was never going to end and she hoped it wouldn't.

The Clown Prince was moaning and gasping loudly, the noise making Sakura even wetter hearing him. Just knowing how he was feeling in these moments was thrilling, the way he'd lose control and let down the walls he'd carefully built up around himself. Words he normally wouldn't say would spill from his lips, sending her reeling.

The heat in her pelvis was unbearable, feeling like she would explode if she didn't come soon. The build up and denial he put her through over and over again had made it so terribly painful.

"Mmmckkk!" She needed to call out to him, to make this go away...to sooth the pain, even if it was him causing it.

"What's..wrong, sweetheart?" The voice from behind was breathless, strained. Was he feeling it too? Just as overwhelming? "You wanna cum? Hahaha..." His movements became jerker, losing the punishing rhythm he created, but not easing up in the slightest.

"I'll make...ahhhh...I'll make you cum..." Fingers trembled as they fiddled with the tie around her mouth, desperately yanking it over her head. "I wanna feel it."

Sakura was losing her mind. Caught between screaming and crying, she'd do almost anything at this point to feel release.

"Please...please...I can't take anymore! Please!" His moans grew louder hearing the pleas fall from her lips so carelessly, begging and pleading with him.

"You want it that bad? Huh?.. I'll make you cum..I wanna feel you cum-got it?!" A hand reach around her hip and between her thighs, calloused fingers rubbing hard against her overstimulated clit. The whine coming from her didn't even sound recognizable to her own ears as every muscle tensed, threatening to rip themselves from her bones.

Fingers left her hip, grabbing onto her throat as the weight against her back pinned her to the mat. Sweat ran down his face and chest, falling down onto the pinkette as her body shook. Despite being in pitch black darkness in the back of the van, bright lights filled her vision as he relentlessly slammed down, working her over harder than she could ever remember before.

"Hahhh...Oh God...Ahhh...!" Joker forced her back to arch, tilting her pelvis up as he dug deep into the spot he knew drove her mad. The walls surrounding his shaft trembled as hard as the woman beneath him. Fingers scratched erratically against his stomach where her wrists were bound by the belt.

"Shit! Shit! Damn, haahhhh, that's it!" A strained cry left her lips hearing him as she came, shaking hard and gasping with the fingers closed around her throat. His yelling only spurred it on faster with Sakura barely able to register what he was saying, but desperately trying to.

"That's it... Let it out...Good girl..." Joker kept going, slamming at an erratic pace at the feel of her coming undone around him. Ragged breaths stretched at the scars around his mouth, hardly able to get any air into his lungs as he rode out her orgasm.

The pinkette fell limp against his hold, completely spent and gasping as the grip on her neck tightened. Tears ran down from her chin, dancing along the fingers and rough skin holding on to her for dear life.

Letting go of her neck and hip, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly. He leaned in closer, biting and kissing her shoulder as he neared his own end. Sakura panted pitifully as her face dropped back down against the tarp without his hold, feeling lifeless and dazed.

"Fuck Sakura... Shi-" The words couldn't even leave his lips as he grimaced, the walls clamping down around him and heat radiating from her body becoming too much as he trembled. With a shout, he grit his teeth falling forward onto the spent woman, coming hard inside her.

Sakura groaned as his sweaty forehead smacked against her back, pinning her down against the mat. His hips jerked instinctively as he filled her up, both moaning at the sensation. The hot spurts felt scorching against her sensitive walls, a shaky breath leaving her pink lips and toes curling. It felt so good...better than it probably should have, but it didn't matter. Right now, she just couldn't find it in her to care about anything other than the man crushing her into the floor.

Hot breaths warmed her bare skin as his head lulled back and forth against her shoulders, sweaty hair dragging with the small movements.

"Jack...I can't breathe..." His dead weight was too much, far more restricting than his hand had been around her throat. With a chuckle mixed between pants, he rolled off to the side, dragging her with him.

Pulling out, the pinkette felt him dragging her back as he sat up against one of the crates, too spent and still high from the euphoria to care where he took her. It didn't matter anyway.

Sakura let her head fall back against his glistening chest, heart still pounding and breathless. Fingers ran through her pink hair, feeling the rumble run through him as he groaned.

"Ahh...wow...That was...ama-zing." She listened quietly, not confident enough that anything intelligible would come out. "You don't know what you do to me."

Arms wrapped around her, holding on tightly as she listened to the loud thumping coming from behind her head. A smile played on her lips, enjoying the way his heart raced.

"Only I can do this to you, don't forget that..." The Clown Prince's nose nuzzled into her hair as he buried his face into the silky locks. "Ever... I still have so much to show you. This is just the beginning, dollface." A slight nod was all she gave him to let him know that she was listening, trying to rest as much as she could before reaching whatever destination they were heading to.

"You won't want to leave... I'll make sure you don't." Sakura's brows furrowed, listening to him muttering to himself. Did he realize she could hear him?

"Ever..."


"What's that noise?" Turning to the two henchmen sitting in the front of the van, the bald headed man raised a brow.

Rocco who sat in the middle, looked at him incredulously like he never heard such stupidity in his life. Reaching forward, he jammed the button on the radio and turned it up to drown out any noises coming from the back, but not loud enough incase their boss called out to them.

"Don't worry 'bout it, Tom..."

The man behind the wheel just kept looking forward, trying to focus on where they were headed to. The vans and trucks took different routes just in case...it would look too conspicuous in the area they were going to.

"Say Rocco... That woman with the Boss..." Tom couldn't help his own curiosity getting the better of him. It wasn't like anyone would hear them anyway.

"Keep it to yourself man." The oversized brunette said, not bothering to look at him.

"Is she...a hooker or something? I mean, you rarely see a chick around our guys who isn'tez, but she doesn't really look like one. Unless it's one of those fetish skanks..ya know? Like when they dress up like a teacher or pirate. Haha Johnny always gets those, but their more expensive..."

The guys always had prostitutes and strippers hanging around when there was time to lounge around. If you have the money, why not? Not all of them indulged though.. Some actually had girlfriends, boyfriends, a wife maybe... Not many, very few actually...not with this lifestyle. It was more common just to have someone to mess around with instead of getting serious. What was the point? No one knew when their time was up...especially working for the Joker.

It was dangerous work...very dangerous. The pay was worth it though. It was a hell of a lot more than what others would shell out and the Boss let them do as they pleased when they weren't working, for the most part. No rules from society, no having to hold back...as long as they watched themselves in his presence. The other crime lords all had unwritten rules they had to follow, social conduct. Joker had none of that and did whatever he wanted.

"Maybe the Boss has business woman fetish? Or working woman? He always wears a suit, even if it's a little...eccentric. That makes sense though...the pink hair and all. Kinda goes with the color schemes he likes. I wonder how much it costs to get them to do that? Gotta be one of those fancy high-class ones. I'd like to get one of those. They do all kinds of weird shit...apparently." He couldn't help laughing just thinking about it. How messed up does one of those chicks have to be to come out to meet the Boss of all people? She'll probably be dead before they even get to their destination.

"Would you shut the fuck up already?" Rocco growled out, running a hand through his dark brown hair, seemingly uncomfortable about the topic entirely.

"Oh, come on... Aren't you the least bit curious? I know I am!"

"No, not really. Whatever the Boss chooses to do is none of our business." His lips pursed together tightly, but Tom could tell from the look in his eyes that it was a lie. He was curious, but was too afraid to talk about it. As long as the Boss was busy and no one mentioned it, what was the big deal? It wasn't like the three of them would go squealing. Then they'd all be in trouble...

"Well, I always kind of wondered what the Boss actually liked. Every time we celebrate or do anything, he never seems to enjoy himself. I thought he might have been gay since he only seems excited when the flying rat is mentioned, but now I don't know anymore..." The Boss just seemed to have weird tastes about everything. Whether it was the clothes he wore, did for "fun", or even the men he hired. Who goes out of their way to employ mental patients? They were irrational and unpredictable.

Men like himself and Rocco were strong arms who worked in the underground, usually used as muscle more than anything else. The latter had much more experience in other fields though...you learned that kind of shit working for someone like the Clown Prince. Apparently no one has lasted even a fourth as long as the brunette. He knew all kinds of things about weapons and explosives.

Before finding his way to this group, Tom had worked for the Falcone family...mostly as just muscle. Beating people up, taking out anyone the boss wanted, getting rid of bodies, or just acting as a bouncer at the restaurant and clubs he frequented. Easy stuff... Now that Falcone was in Arkham thanks to Crane, the family had been taken over by Maroni, that's how he ended up trying to leave.

After trying to get a free feel on a chick at the club that turned out to be the girlfriend of one of Maroni's higher ups, he had to go on the run if he didn't want a bullet through his skull. And here he is now... Working for an eccentric psychopath who wears makeup and has messed up scars on his face. Scars weren't out of the ordinary for those who worked the underground, but Christ... His were much for even that.

Not only that, but he had no issue killing any of them. That was the worst part. At least working for the mob, you usually didn't get knocked off by the employer unless you made a grievous error or betrayed them. This guy just does it on a whim...whether he's in a good mood or not.

Falcone and Maroni at least knew how to have a good time... They use to all hang out in clubs and restaurants all the time...drinks, money, and drugs everywhere. The Joker's idea of a good time was blowing up a building, sharpening knives, getting his guys to play Russian Roulette..shit like that. Sometimes he'd even join in on the last one. It was fucking terrifying. If you refused to play, you were shot on the spot. Out of all the guys who played, the Boss was the reigning champion at Roulette...Everyone was sure he had to be cheating somehow, no one was that lucky.

"I'd shut my mouth if I were you." Rocco threw a side glance, narrowing his eyes.

"Unless one of you are gonna rat me out, then there shouldn't be any problems. Besides if y'all say anything, you're fucked too! Hahaha!" The two men look straight ahead just confirming what was said. "Come on, Roc... All these years you been workin' for him, haven't you been curious? I've worked for other guys and they're complete-ly different from the Boss. The guy doesn't know how to relax. What's the point of having all that money and power if you don't have any fun with it?! If it was me, I'd be swimming in a pool in a big ass mansion with women at my beck and call, haha!"

"The Boss isn't like anyone else, Tom... I've been working for him for six years now." The brunette pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, putting one between his lips and took out the lighter socket to get it going. Taking a long drag as he put the socket back in place, he blew the smoke from the side of his mouth towards the bald man.

"Yeah and how many times have you seen him having a good time where someone WASN'T getting killed or blowing crap up? Getting shit-faced? Having fun with the girls we bring back?" If anyone would know, it would be Rocco. He's seen and heard it all. To be able to go in his head and see the things that have happened...

Looking around the front of the van, the brunette was quiet as he kept taking long drags from his cigarette. It looked as if he was expecting a camera or microphone to be hooked up somewhere in the front. A bit paranoid from the looks of it.

The driver, Jerry, cracked the window to let the smoke out. It was a little much in the small space crammed with three large guys. Pulling down the visors after checking the glove compartment and console, Rocco seemed to relax a bit as he flicked the lit butt out of the window. Within seconds, he had another one raring to go.

"The Boss rarely ever gets drunk, especially after he got locked up the first time... And having fun with chicks with them NOT coming out in pieces? Heh..."

Tom's eyes widened looking at the brunette, though he wasn't entirely surprised. The Joker was honestly a freaky person. If he could see him messing around with someone, he'd imagine lots of knives, blood and breath-play, probably bondage, all kinds of weird shit.

'That poor woman...' Part of him couldn't help feeling sorry for the pinkette... She had no idea what kind of customer the Boss would most likely be. Otherwise, who would send their women to someone like him? There was no way both of them were getting out of the van alive.

"Pieces, huh? Is he that weird? What does he kill them when going at it or something? That's a bit much... I can't say I treat them the best, but fuck..."

"I don't really know... It's only happened a few times when some of the guys were trying to get the Boss in a good mood. The first time, this chick freaked out after seeing his scars so...he gave her ones just like his." Rocco shivered, leaning over and tapping his smoke out of the window. "The second time, the woman tried pocketing some money laying out and...lets just say we had to clean up the mess."

'Jesus Christ!'

"Every single time, something bad would happen or there was an issue with them. Didn't like their face or hair... Too skinny or too big. Very particular. Not enough tit or too much. Any of the women we sent in that DID come out always looked terrified and barely said anything, just left with their money." Shaking his head, the brunette scratched the back of his head. Jerry kept staring straight forward, brows furrowed.

"Don't get me started on the girls who hang around, trying to dabble in the game. I don't know how many times I've seen him smack or push them. Any of the guys I've worked with loved that shit. Having them kiss their asses and do literally anything for attention. Not the Boss... The harder you try, the harder you get hit..."

"What do you think is going to happen to pinky then?" Tom couldn't help wondering. The woman was so...pretty. It would be a shame for her to get killed for going with the wrong customer.

"I don't know...it's none of our business, honestly. The Boss can do whatever he wants. We just need to keep our heads down and follow orders." Nodding to himself, Rocco looked like he was probably thinking about it too.

"That woman is fucking hot.. It just seems like a damn shame. You don't see any looking like that, am I right? Don't see why such a fine piece of ass should go to waste. If he's just going to kill her, he should at least let us have a try first. Shit, I don't mind getting sloppy seconds if she looks like that, hahaha! Even if it is from the Boss... I'd do it in a heartbeat-"

A hand swiped at his mouth, making Tom freeze without finishing what he was going to say.

"Shut the fuck up, dude! You need to be careful about what you say. I really really don't think that chick is a hooker. I've seen her before and it definitely wasn't on any corner. Hookers don't have day jobs or their own place. Whoever she is, it doesn't matter. The Boss wouldn't go out of his way for a prostitute. Actually...I've never seen him go out of his way for anything besides the Bat..."

"Stop being so goddamn paranoid! The Boss is in the back probably getting his rocks off doing some weird shit anyway. Unless there's a mic up here, he can't hear shit... We're almost there anyway. God...I hope he's not going to make us clean up the mess... I hate that shit!" Grunting, Tom pulled out a pack of his own needing a smoke. He really didn't want to have to pick up body parts and clean up blood today. Especially when it was from a perfectly good chick.

Why did their Boss have to be such a mental case? It really made made him miss working for Falcone... If he had a woman like that in front of him, he sure as hell wouldn't have wasted it. The mob head would have kept her around for a while till it got boring, but would be paid very well and leave in one piece.

"We're here. I'd shut the hell up if I were both of you... No matter what the Boss does, we have to follow his orders. That's why HE'S the Boss and we're NOT. Don't forget that.." Jerry finally said, narrowing his eyes at both of them.

"Whatever... It's not like I'm wrong..."