"Had a bit of a hard time finding you... Mhmm."
The clown's hand peeled away from her mouth, confident that she wouldn't try to scream bloody murder now. Gloved fingers ran down to the pale skin of her neck, resting there as he shifted his head to the side. Despite having only the dim orange light the sunset cast through the open doors, she could still make out that warm look his dark eyes 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, especially when they weren't alone in the apartment. It was important that she kept that in mind and didn't slip up.
Joker's eyes hardened as his head whipped around, glaring towards the open doors. The two men who had originally tried to escort the pinkette were standing where they left them, dumbfounded expressions painted across their faces. The gloved hands around her clenched down tightly, making her flinch at the pressure.
"What the fuck are you lookin' at? Close the doors and get going!" The deep growl made Sakura jump in his arms, startling her. The hold became hasher, not letting her move a muscle.
The men gasped, knowing they would be in deep shit if they didn't move quickly. The doors were quickly slammed shut, leaving them alone in the pitch-black darkness.
"Isn't this better, dollface? Now, we have some, ah, privacy." Fingers dug into the fabric covering her body, giving a reassuring massage as he guided her further towards the back. She couldn't see anything, not with the door windows covered. The pinkette felt herself being pulled onto his lap when he sat down. Feeling around with her bare foot against the tarp on the floor, her heel bumped into what felt like a crate, moving around until she accidentally stepped 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 trench coat, heart beating fast. The scent of smoke and gasoline overwhelmed in the enclosed area. It was something that would have disgusted most people, pungent and mixed with old sweat from God-knows-what he'd been doing. To Sakura, it smelled like home, somewhere she felt safe and protected.
"There's been a little, ah...change of plans, as you can see. Didn't have much of a choice." The hand around her throat reached up, running through the pink locks covering part of her face, carefully 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 this would go, but sometimes ya gotta go with the punches."
The grip restraining her loosened, giving the pinkette the chance to turn around and straddle his hips. Joker didn't move or attempt to try stopping her as she faced him. She couldn't see him in the darkness, but that didn't matter. He was there.
Small hands placed themselves on the sides of his face, leaning in closer. His presence alone changed her mood dramatically, knowing that she would be safe with him. She was glad not to be out there with those handsy henchmen anymore.
"I'm just so glad you're okay..." The words were soft as they left her lips, closing her eyes and leaning into him. She wanted the comfort his warmth and presence brought. It was ironic... A crazy clown was able to make her feel normal, could make everything better.
His hands ran up her back, drawing lazy circles against the thin fabric of her dress. He let out a drawn out sigh, droppinghis head down against the crook of her neck, breathing her in deeply.
"Ya know, it made me pret-ty angry when I couldn't find you." Joker's voice was deeper, harsh against the exposed pale skin. "There were men going through our place. You weren't at work, not on the usual way home... I thought somethin' might have happened, just to find out you were eatin' dinner with that playboy..."
Sakura cried out at the teeth digging into her neck sharply, making her buck against his hips. Giving a tug at the soft skin, he let go and licked the crude indentations he 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 hard enough to break the skin. Sucking on the small beads of blood with another harsh tug, he let go to 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, panting hard. The pinkette grabbed onto the front of his coat, holding on tightly. The metallic taste in her mouth should have made Sakura angry, him taking her blood into his mouth and tasting it with relish would have disgusted her not long ago, but it didn't. If anything, the strange things he did excited her, made him more desirable. She couldn't explain, not in a way that didn't sound completely bat-shit crazy.
"Don't you see how men look at you? Your own boss?" The words come out in ragged, harsh breaths as he leaned in towards her, pressing his forehead up against hers. Sweat and paint smeared from him rubbing his face against hers. His nose ran along her skin and into the pink hair that was pulled back tightly. "Hmm? Even my men..."
A throaty groan left his lips, taking in the sweet floral scent, breathing in deeply and tugging harder. She couldn't get enough of the gentle caresses and sweet words, but there was a part-somewhere in there-that enjoyed the rough treatment. Sakura couldn't help it, craving those moments when he took charge, bending her body to his will.
It was having the best of both worlds. At times, he went slow, taking his time to explore and trace every inch of her body. Memorizing every curve, seeing what would draw out the reactions he desired, always watching carefully. There was another side as well... Holding her down, biting and tugging roughly, nails scratching and clawing at her skin in desperation. It would have been shocking a few weeks ago to even think this way, but now she couldn't get enough of it.
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 dominant one. Occasionally, he would humored her desire to have the upper-hand, allowing the pinkette to straddle him or take him in her mouth. He was a very giving lover, enjoying focusing on her more than allowing himself to be pleasured. It always seemed like he got off more on that than anything else. Finding a thrill from having control and seeing the results of his hard work, just like with his schemes.
"W-What are you talking about? That's ridiculous..." The fog that always made its way into her mind 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 to have an argument.
"... Ridiculous? I see everything, dollface. Mhmm. Yes. I. Do." A hand wrapped around the curve of her hip, pulling her closer against him, trying to keep her as close as physically possible. "Just like I saw that you were out with another man, while I was trying to find you. Yep. Not very smar-t..."
"Are you serious? Bruce is my boss, it's not like that and you know it!" Anger flared up at the accusation. Did he consider going out for a bite as cheating? Not 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 became 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 and jerkily pulling away from the curb, making her fall backwards. His grip tightened, holding Sakura in place and pinning her down against his hips, almost painfully.
"I'm being very serious." The deep timbre of his voice, even in anger, made shivers run down her spine. He tugged on the hair in his grasp to accentuate his point. Teeth bit into her bottom lip again, making the heat pooling in her stomach worsen when he got this way. Most would have been scared, but that wasn't the issue. It only served to turn the pinkette into a sopping mess, enthralled with his masculinity and feral behaviors.
"You know that I don't like sharing what's mine with anyone else. Yet here you are, running around with other men in this-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, he pushed it up and around her hips. "-Without a single care of what I think, you little minx..."
A shaky breath left her lips when he pushed his knees apart, making her thighs spread with them. Despite the anger, she couldn't help feeling hot from it. In a strange way, it seemed like the more rage he gave off, the more he cared in these moments.
Joker's hand pulled the bottom of her dress up, exposing her panties to the cool air of the van. Fingers reached down, moving along the dark silky fabric, feeling her slit through the thin barrier. She was already so wet for him... As soon as that deep growl come out when he yelled at his men, she was done for... It couldn't be helped how her body reacted or betrayed her feelings.
Sakura couldn't stop the moan spilling from her lips when his hand tugged her panties to the side, dipping his finger 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 her clit. Right now, Sakura just wanted him to jam those thick fingers into her core, giving her the relief she desired. They had already gone at it this morning, but the hunger wouldn't go away. There were several years that needed to be made up for and even then...
"Look at you... Wearing this outside...and now you want my men to hear you like this?!" Sakura's brow raised, the fog starting 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. She tried to push off against his chest, trying to stand up. How could he say that to her when he was the one who brought her here and wanted to fool around? The last thing she wanted was for his men to hear her. How could he expect her to not 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. making her cry out in surprise. This wasn't funny, and she didn't like where this was going. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like this all of a sudden? A warning growl erupted from his chest, vibrating against her back, holding her tightly against him.
"At-ta-ta-ta! Where ya think you're goin'? Hmm?" Fingers raked along the pinkette's abdomen, dragging themselves over her chest, pausing to snatch a hardened peak through the thin dress.
"Ah! You-" It hurt... He pinched hard, twisting her nipple and tugging on it roughly. A breathy chuckle tickled her ear, making the pinkette gasp. Was this supposed to be 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. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, the sensitivity making her jerk to get away, despite wanting more. The clown groaned when she backed up hard, arching against him and shoving her ass into his pelvis.
"Sh. Shh. Shhh... I'll kiss and make it better." Letting go of the hardened nipple, he reached up to the top of the thin dress and gripped it tightly in his hands. With one hard pull, the front of the fabric tore loudly, ripping the offensive clothing right down the middle.
"I liked this dress! Do you have to destroy everything of mine?!" Sakura was fuming, staring down at the ruined clothing, not caring about the futility of it. There was no point of looking at it in the dark. It wasn't that the dress had 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, knowing he could just buy another if he wanted to. There was no way he would let her get another one like this, not after the way he reacted towards it.
"Oh, no! How thoughtless of me. So sorry... Let me, ah- Let me make it up to you, doll..." The feigned apology mixed with his condescending tone made the vein in her temple throb. 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, it pooled around her waist. She could feel him shuffling around in his coat, fishing something out.
'What's he doing now?'
Before she could voice her confusion, there was a loud click and something cold pressing down against her chest.
"Ahh!" The chill from the steel sent goosebumps prickling the pale skin beneath it, pushing harder when the pinkette jumped at the sudden touch.
"I wouldn't move around too much if I were you. Can't see much back here, can I?" The blade dragged along her skin, using enough pressure to leave a pink trail. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but that could change very quickly. 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, ah...playing this one close to the chest. If ya catch my drift."
If it weren't for the knife tracing along her clavicles, she would have smacked his chest for such a shitty joke. Everything was always a game, some hilarious joke to him. That was who he was, always chuckling no matter what was going on. It seemed like he either resorted to anger and violence or jokes and laughter, depending on the situation. Maybe that was the only way he knew how to deal with things anymore.
People assumed his laughter was a side effect of the madness, but part of her wondered if that was what kept him from falling further into it.
"You better get that away from me or I'm going to shove my foot so far up your ass-"
"HAHAHA!" It was hysterical, loud and carefree. 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 you like my toys, sweetheart? Why don't you just relax... We don't want you to do all that. However, I would have to, heh, return the favor...but, I definitely won't be using my foot, doll." Joker leaned forward, biting down on her shoulder and grinding his hips up against her backside. She sucked in a sharp breath, feeling how hard he was through his pants. Did he like the idea of doing that? It never crossed Sakura's mind. "Trust me, you probably wouldn't enjoy that too much...or maybe you would?"
"Hah... Sounds like you have experience. Hmm?" Teeth ground together, angrily hissing into her ear at the way she mocked the way he speaks, the tip of the blade moving away from her bone. She gasped when it dug between her breasts, cutting down the middle of her bra, 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 supposed to mean? He screwed around and even did that? God knows it wasn't with her, so it must have been with someone else.
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. He also 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 would have to accept it. That was the way of life, even if she didn't like it or want to even think about it. That didn't make this feel any better though... How many times had she gone out on dates back in Tokyo and left them standing at the door? How often had she stopped herself from getting too close to anyone, even after having a good time? 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. She wasn't the only one. The friends and coworkers she leaned on felt the same way, thinking things were off or that she was just a cold person romantically.
"Maybe you're just asexual? 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 from the city. That's 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, she had followed her friend Aiko's advice and went out with a woman... And yet, all of that really didn't do it either... Couldn't get her going, not in the way this man did.
It made her feel some sort of way that he remembered her all these years and still fooled around. Did he hesitate? How long did he wait? What kind of women interest him? How many did he sleep with? Were there any girlfriends? Anything serious? Did he ever find love again, while she was "dead'? Part of her didn't want to know, even if curiosity was clawing at her gut. This was all so...immature...selfish... No one could expect something like that of a person. It wasn't his fault what happened, so why should he suffer for her?
"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, running his hands all over her body made the pinkette grimace. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get rid of it. Bending her over a table, pushing himself into her and making her scream, enjoying him as much as he was... Doing the things that he implied... She's lived for twenty-four years, but after waking up, sometimes it felt like she was stil that seventeen year-old again. Tasha had run this body during that time, leaving Sakura to sleep in the darkness. It was like they 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.. Without even thinking, the words just spilled right out. Was it because it was dark, and couldn't see his face or reaction? Retaliation for what he said? It angered her, making jealousy rear its ugly, little head.
The man she was sitting on froze, harsh breaths coming out of his mouth. Was he pissed now? Right away, she regretted uttering those words, knowing the sting it would have. A part of her brain tried to justify it for what he said, knowing it would upset her. Did he say 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 hastily torn from her hips. She tried to get up, but he firm hold against her head to keep her in place.
"I, ah- I think there's been a li-ttle misunderstanding..." Sensing the change in his mood, Sakura started to panic. It was these moments when things could become unpredictable in his anger. There wasn't anywhere to run to, but that didn't stop her from trying to get up, to put some space in between them and sort this out. When she pushed off of him to get up, he took the chance to pull the dress down from her hips. An arm wrapped around her waist, squeezing hard and hauling her back up against him. He growled out, seething at the resistance and yanking the tattered fabric off her legs as they kicked in hopes of getting some footing or leverage.
"You wanna get away from me that badly now? Is that it?!" His jaw snapped next to her ear, biting the words out. She's seen him angry, but not livid. That was the only thing that came to mind in this moment. He was getting closer to that edge, the one where he might crack. It was evident in his voice. Part of her was glad there was no light, she couldn't imagine what his face might look like right now.
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. His chest was heaving, taking in harsh, heavy breaths through his nose. The pounding against her back made the pinkette question if that could actually be his heartbeat. It was too fast. Was he that angry? Had what she said hurt him? It was probably the former. Anything people said never seemed to really affect him, not in this way.
Leaning into the touch, Sakura felt guilty. She was the one who left, not him... Why should he stop living, because of her? None of this was his fault. It was just being petty on her part.
"I'm-" Before another word came out, he suddenly shoved the pinkette from off his lap. A gasp tore itself out at the unexpected move, falling down against the tarp by is feet. There wasn't time to brace herself or grab on to anything. Green eyes widened in disbelief at the way he was acting.
'H-He is angry after all...'
"You think I'm disgusting? Hmm? You want to leave?!" Joker's voice rose as he growled, seeming to forget that his men were sitting in the front of the van. Hopefully with the crates and distance, they wouldn't be able to hear what was actually being said... Then again, she never had been very lucky. Sakura may have called him that, but it was only because of what he said and implied. Not once, had anything been uttered about wanting to leave. Where he got that idea from was anyone's guess. One thing was for sure, he was spiraling into dangerous territory, starting to make up things in his own head that were sending him over the edge.
"What?! No-"
Sakura tried to reach out to him, needed to make him understand and calm down. This was just a little misunderstanding that was getting out of hand. Whatever was going through his mind wasn't in the same lane as reality and that was scary in itself. Any attempt to get up was quickly squashed with a large hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her back down to the floor. The bra that had been slit down the middle was being tugged from off of her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her chest bare against the cool tarp.
"J-Joker..." What was he doing? Jack was acting far more aggressive than normal. It making her nervous. He was unusual at times, sometimes rough, but this felt different. In all their time together, he never tried to do anything that would really hurt her, but now he was shoving her face into the tarp. A warm trickle of blood from the nick on her chest trailed down, running along her abdomen. A tremor run through her body, afraid of where he was taking this.
'This isn't like Jack... I'm scared.'
"What are you doing?!" Fingers latched onto the crook of her elbows, pulling them back as he shuffled around. Was he going for the knife again? The surface of the mat was making her breasts hurt, pressing them hard against her body. Harsh breaths pushed through her lips. The rapid beating from her heart were reaching a deafening rhythm, pounding hard in her ears. The pink hair fanned out in every direction was in the way as she tried turning her head, desperate to suck in some oxygen. The back of the van was cold and suffocating. There was only a small amount of room from the crates that were loaded in with them. It only made his scent more overwhelming. She could almost taste him in the air.
"Do you really think that I would let that happen?" Sakura tried to pull away as something wrapped around her wrists, tying them together tightly. The metal clanking around and the smooth feel of leather gave away that it was his belt he was using as restraints.
"No! What the-What the hell are you talking about?!" She didn't want to leave... Jack was the person she felt comfortable with. who could make the pinkette feel things she had never imagined. He was the man she had spent most of her life with, back when they used to share everything together. The only soul she ever loved... Couldn't he trust that?
"I won't let you. Not after all...this. I didn't wait all this time for you to run. Get that through your pretty little head, sweetheart!" Was he even listening? She wasn't trying to run away or leave him. Couldn't he hear a word she was saying? It seemed like the clown was lost in his own little world, allowing his own delusions to get the best of him. 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 dedicated to him. For the most part, he was still reasonable, never asking for anything that was too much of her. She had always been so willing to meet him halfway, to work together. This version of him was similar in a way, only cranked up a few dozen notches.
'Is this the result of all the years he spent going through God-knows-what? What exactly happened to him?'
"I didn't say anything about leaving... J-Just calm down. I didn't mean it! I was just angry!" The pinkette ground her teeth, eyes widening as she felt the cool steel against her hip.
So, he had grabbed the knife after all.
"Wait! Just-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 wanted 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 that's what they were into. Right now, she really wasn't feeling it. It didn't matter if she could just heal whatever wounds he wanted to give her, it was the intent behind the actions that really mattered.
The blade stilled against her. The man behind her froze, letting out ragged breaths.
"Hurt you? What makes you think I'd wanna do that?" The hand pressing down against the pinkette's back slithered up into her hair, moving it out of the way. The breath she couldn't catch finally made its way into her lungs, sucking it in greedily through her parted lips, panting against the tarp. What did he mean? His words and actions weren't lining up in any logical way, making Sakura more confused when his fingers gently caressed the side of her face. "You don't get it..." His voice was low, losing the fire from his anger that had made her so frightened in the first place. The soft touches helped calm her down, ease into a sense of security in hopes that he really meant it. The tense muscles throughout her body start to relax beneath his fingers.
The knife dug under the side of her panties, slicing through them easily. Sakura suddenly felt foolish as he cut the other side, realizing that it hadn't been her that he was intending to chop up. The way he'd been yelling and how roughly he pushed her from off his lap gave her the impression that he was going to take his anger out on her. Maybe it was because she couldn't see him, had no way of looking at his expressions...or was being paranoid that he'd taken it too far and finally fell off from that ledge.
Guilt ebbed at her for doubting him this way. Perhaps, Sakura didn't completely understand this man the way she had originally thought. She needed to stop comparing him to the person he'd been seven years ago. A week isn't long to get reacquainted with someone, no matter how much history there was between them. It felt like the rug was pulled from beneath her, falling down into some uncharted territory in no-man's land. Somewhere that had never been explored before. Maybe the pinkette really didn't know anything, but that could change. She knew Jack, but it was the Joker that she needed to understand, even if they were the same man.
"I-I'm...
"Sh. Shh. Shhh... Don't worry 'bout it. You're just confused right now... I'll show ya. There won't be anymore, ah, misunderstandings after tonight." Curling his fingers around her jaw, he pulled the pinkette up from off of the tarp and against his chest, kissing her gently. The words were almost soothing, trying to get her to relax as he moved the pink locks away from her face.
"Just leave everything to me, 'kay? I thought you knew how I felt about you. Seems I haven't done a very good enough job of showing it..." A groan left the clown's lips as he ran the sides of his mouth against her cheek. The pinkette could feel the puffy, cracked skin of his scars rubbing along her face. Turning towards him, she softly kissed them, feeling confused and twisted up inside. Why did he make her feel this way? He's sour, then sweet. A wild dog that bites someone's hand, then runs his tongue over the spot, like he's trying to help.
"I'm sorry. You just...scared me a little bit..." 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 caused any serious harm, even when he was being rough in bed.
"We don't want that, now do we? Hmm? Perhaps, this is my fault... I can be a little, ah, rough around the edges sometimes. Just lay back and relax, sweetheart. I gotcha now..." Slowly, he laid her back down against the tarp, arms still tied behind her back with his belt. It was always like this. He had a way of speaking that could turn anything around on a dime, making the person question everything they knew, even themselves.
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 felt like a complete overload... She was grateful for the darkness, that way 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. He started harassing her consistently, scaring and confusing the pinkette to no end. The clown had been the enemy, one that made her afraid to go to sleep or even waking up in the morning... Just to find out everything she knew and thought was nothing more than lies on top of lies, that she had been someone else entirely...
After moving back to Gotham, there had been Ino, Bruce, Jin... People who started to make life more difficult at every turn, not being who she originally 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, leaving her with no other choice, but 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 Sakura had grown up with, who she had forgotten and was forced 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 turned into wrong, wrong seemed right. Normal became 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 turn out 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. When he saw her outside of the bank, he came to her that night... Couldn't just walk away, like so many others would have. There was no other choice, but to put it all on the line, to place 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, just like he said. A sniffle forced its way out despite her best efforts to keep it down.
"Shhh..." The warmth radiating from his chest sent goosebumps prickling across the surface of her skin. It felt so...calming. Almost enough to make her cry even more. Why now of all times? It just made everything that much worse. His coarse fingers felt along her face, trying to wipe the tears away, attempting to be as comforting as he could muster after the spiral of madness he crawled himself from. "You know I hate it when you do that..."
Without waiting for a reply, he kissed along her shoulders, pushing the long pink strands out of the way as he tried to distract her. It worked... Always had.
His lips were hot against her back, rubbing his face against the small bound hands, slowly making 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 strange sensation. How was he always able to completely render her unable to think, just by doing so little?
"Ah-Ah! Patience, sweetheart. We still have a ways to go. The ride is just getting started..." His voice was deep and husky. It always made her fidget when he spoke like that. A rough palm smacked against her ass, jolting her entire body 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 Sakura's pink lips in anticipation, feeling him sliding down behind her, finding a comfortable spot. It almost wasn't fair, being bound and barely able to move. When she tried, he would just push her back down. She wanted to touch him, to feel his warm, tan skin beneath her fingertips. Relish in the dips and curves of his muscles and the dark, jagged scars that littered his body...
There was a purpose behind this, Sakura just knew it. This was like a twisted example, showing the pinkette the new reality of her situation and what he was expecting of her. The freedoms she used to enjoy were gone, as was the ability to go anywhere on her own. She was bound, restrained from doing anything and having no choice other than relying on someone else. That's what he wanted and was trying to convey that point very clearly. Tied up like this, there was no way of protecting herself properly, nothing stopping any harm or anyone from coming and doing something to her, except for him.
This was all a power-play, to get her to willingly hand everything over to him, showing her how much she needs him to keep going. For seven years, Sakura was able to get by and live a seemingly 'normal life' on her own terms, and the Joker wanted to create a world where that would no longer be a possiblity. He would have been be trilled having her curl up against his chest, twisting her dainty fingers around his messy curls and saying how much she needs him. That was the life he was slowly unraveling around her and the realization made her heart ache.
"Ahh!" Green eyes widened, crying out as his hot wet tongue ran along the pinkette's slit, probing and tasting her enthusiastically. Tiny hands balled up into tight fists behind her back, arching against his mouth. She ground her teeth when 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, ah...gonna have to do something 'bout it."
Sakura's face twisted in shock when something wrapping around her mouth, pushing against her teeth. It smelled like cigarettes and sweat beneath her nose, trying not to taste the fabric against her lips as the knot pushed against the back of her head. She couldn't believe this... He was using his tie as a gag?
"As much as I thoroughly enjoy hearing you scream, I don't enjoy other people listening to it. Don't take it personal, dollface. It's either this or I'll have to shoot them when we stop." He meant every word. The other day when her neighbor said he was tired of listening to them, Jack didn't even hesitate to shoot him through the door. He would do it without a second thought.
Satisfied with the noise control, Joker chuckled to himself, slapping her ass again. Crouching back down, he went back to work burying his face into her heat, groaning at how wet already she was. Any thoughts of fear or paranoia went out the window, the pinkette only focusing on the way he was attacking her core with his scarred lips and tongue. The clown seemed to enjoy doing this far more than he should have, always trying to get his head in between her thighs. It gave him control over her body, knowing how sensitive she was and how much it drove her wild.
The noises were muffled around the fabric in her mouth, just as he planned. Sakura cried and whimpered, her pussy spasming around his tongue when it pushed into her core, trying to go in deep. The noises he made sent vibrations through her body, making her back arch painfully. Her legs trembled, hips rocking back against him, wanting more of what this crazed man was willing to dish out. When his lips wrapped around her clit, the pinkette thought she really would lose her mind, furiously biting down onto the tie in her mouth. It felt so good... He knew exactly how to make her bend to his will.
'Fucking hell...'
Her forehead pushed against the tarp, wanting to scream out desperately when two fingers slid into her core. They moved carefully, feeling along her sensitive walls. Muscles clamped down around him, her wetness coating his knuckles as he started pumping them in and out, using his mouth to concentrate on her bundle of nerves. It was maddening... Sakura wanted to touch him, to run her hands through his hair and tug on his wavy faded locks. There was nothing she could do against the restraints, leaving her lying in the dark, while this clown did whatever he pleased with her body. She could only sense his touch, unable to focus on anything else. It just made this increasingly more exciting.
The familiar pressure started mounting up inside, making her muscles tense up, threatening to spill over. Sakura's toes curled, pressing herself against him and starting to shake, her mind drifting into that delicious fog. A long-drawn-out moan forced itself out, waiting to turn into a shriek for when she hit that precipice.
Then he pulled away...
Sakura's brows furrowed, breathing hard and feeling empty when his fingers pulled out. Seconds went by that felt like a lifetime, waiting for him to start up again, to bring her that high she so desperately craved. The pinkette whined, trying to turn and glare at him for stopping. A low chuckle echoed through the back of the van as he smacked her ass, hard.
"Patience..." Hands grabbed on to her ass, rough fingers digging into the soft, pliable flesh, massaging the muscles as they tensed. She wasn't sure what he was planning or going to do, but something needed to happened. He let out a throaty groan, reveling in the feel of her backside. Teeth grazed along the smooth skin, planting kisses trailing downwards. When her bucked against the teasing touch, he giggled at the needy reaction, loving the throbbing mess he could turn her into.
As he went back down, Sakura wriggled in relief, wanting this tantalizing man to bring her the completion she knew he was more than capable of doing. A loud moan slipped through her mouth into the fabric, feeling his fingers spreading her lips wide open and blowing his warm breath against her core. He was teasing her, trying to make her body realize the amount of pleasure he could give and how easily he could take it away. Unlike Sakura, the clown had immense self-control and patience when he needed it, especially in the moments when he was trying to get his point across.
"Mmm..." Joker moaned against her pussy, shoving his tongue deep into her entrance. Back arching and pressing her chest against the floor, the pinkette lifted her hips higher, biting and crying against the gag. Green eyes rolled back when his thumb pressed down onto her clit, trembling and dazed by the assault. She prayed to God that he would finish her this time, even if she never wanted this to stop. It was almost sinful how good he was at this, knowing exactly where to touch to drive her to the brink of insanity.
He built her up, his mouth moments away from bringing on orgasm that was going to smash her to pieces. Sakura wanted it, all of it. The dainty hands bound behind her back clenched, nails digging into her palms, threatening to break the skin. None of that mattered, even if they ended up drenched in blood. Not as long as he kept going.
When he pulled back, the pinkette though she might really lose it this time. Close to the point of wanting to kick him. An angry shout tore from her throat as he left her hot dripping wet, on the precipice of falling off of the gorgeous cliff, only to cruelly yank her back to reality.
The urge to scream and curse was overwhelming. Why was he doing this?
"Aww... What's wrong, sweetheart?" The condescending tone in his voice set her aflame, knowing exactly what he was doing. Tears sprung from her eyes, the pressure in her abdomen becoming too much. The pinkette squirmed against the tarp, hips swaying side to side. He was denying her that little piece of heaven she so desperately wanted...needed. Joker was enjoying this, dragging her along that edge and holding on, seeing how far he could push the small woman, without allowing her to climax.
The thought of his men being in the front of the van was so far off in the distance, it didn't seem to even matter any longer. She wanted nothing more than to scream at him, to just do something. She whined and panted against the tie in her mouth, hoping some part of him would have enough mercy left in him to stop this.
A large hand rested against her ass cheek, gripping the soft globe in his palm, growling at the feel of it. His thumb dipped into her core, collecting the fluids and saliva from his ministrations, moving it around. When the appendage suddenly trailed up further than anyone had ever gone, she choked out in surprise, feeling him touching something she would have smacked him for.
Sakura's mind went blank, not knowing what to do. His thumb circled around the tight hole, rubbing her wetness over it, but not going any further. Was he seeing how she would react? That wasn't anything they ever dabbled with before. She wondered where this came from, especially after what he said earlier. It was apparently on his mind if he was bringing the idea to the table. She didn't know how to feel about it, wasn't sure if this was a place she wanted to go. No matter what the pinkette thought, her body was needy, pushing back against him.
"Heh. Ya like that?" When his thumb pulled away, shame gnawed at the pinkette's insides. Part of her hated this, how he made her feel, the things he was able to draw out of her. Not long ago, Tasha would have been appalled at Sakura's behavior, completely in disbelief at the mess she was becoming. All because of this man. Why did he have to make her feel this way? Turning into a little slut, moaning and grinding against this clown, debating if she wanted him to slide his cock into her ass? When the hell did it get to this point?
None of that seemed to matter when his fingers jammed into her core, cutting off any train of thought or self-loathing. No, nothing mattered anymore... As long as it was with him, everything would be okay. He always knew how to make anything feel amazing. She never thought his teeth digging into her skin would have felt great, but he proved her wrong on that one too.
Her hips rocked back against him, reveling in the feel of his thick fingers pumping into her, curling and grazing the walls that were squeezing down hard, trying to keep him inside. His hand gripped one of her cheeks, pushing as he brought his mouth closer, kissing the pale skin gently.
The pinkette shrieked, suddenly feeling his hot, wet tongue against her hole, almost in disbelief. He wasn't... The fingers pistoning into her pussy and thumb pressing against the little bundle of nerves would have been more than enough to set her off...but this? Her brain couldn't process the new sensation as he lapped feverishly, without even hesitating. Didn't he know that wasn't used for this? It wasn't, but why was she getting wetter with every stroke? The way her body was reacting felt humiliating, yet she couldn't find it in herself to care enough to want him to stop. Not with how close she was to cumming.
Until he pulled away...again.
Sakura shook hard, her body racked with muffled sobs. This was borderline torture... She was to the point of begging him, pleading for 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. Hearing him chuckle from behind only made the latter more tempting.
"Now... We can move on to 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 without any repercussions, he was sadly 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. A gasp left her lips when his fingers were replaced with something hot and hard, pushing between the lips of her soaked entrance. Closing her eyes, she groaned, rocking her hips instinctively at the feel of his heavy shaft sliding against her. That's what she needed. What would bring her body to that place it was aching for.
Joker was muttering something under his breath. It was too low for her to make out, even with the harsh panting. Trying to angle her hips in hopes of getting some relief from the throbbing member teasing her, his hand came down hard, sending a clear warning not to move. The pinkette wanted to chew through his tie or strangle him with it. Shifting her wrists in an attempt to free at least one of them, the belt was too tight...she couldn't get either of her hands out. He was lucky she couldn't or his eyes would be clawed out. If he was trying to make her angry, he succeeded in his quest valiantly. She was as enraged as she was desperate, wishing for the strength to break free and teach him a lesson.
"Ahh... You're so wet, sweetheart. Is this for me? Hmm? Is this what you're so desperately looking for?" Sakura nodded her head feverishly, trying to voice somewhat of a muffled answer...anything that would get him to stop this torture.
'I'm going to kill him...'
"I'm sorry? What was that?" The knot behind her head loosened, fingers fiddling with the fabric as he ground his hips against her. It drooped a bit, falling against her chin. She gasped out, sucking in as much air through her lips as possible.
"Tell me..." Joker growled, the vibrations running through his body into hers, running his pulsing head across where she desperately wanted him, moving to tease her clit. What a devil... "Beg me..."
'I can't stand you...even though I love you. Fucking sadist.'
"P-Please..." What was it going to take to stop this?
"Hah!... So needy. Aren't you, doll? My hot, needy little woman. Tell me- Tell me what you want." A hand reached forward, petting the top of her head as she bit down on her lip to stop 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 air in this moment? Reveled in the fact that she was desperate and would say just about anything?
"You...ahh... I want you... Please..."
"You want me? Hmm? But do you need me? You're being just a bit, ah, vague sweetheart. C'mon... Speak up." Barely able to string together any coherent thoughts, Sakura wanted to scream, frustrated tears running down her cheeks. This was so cruel...just to make himself feel dominate. This was all just a game of power-play that he was the master of, always used to getting his way and manipulating everyone around him.
"Yes! I-I need you... I need you so badly Jack... Just... Just-"
"Mhmm... That's right. Just remember, only I can do this to you... I can make you feel this way. Don't ever forget that.." Grabbing his shaft and lining himself up, he entered her in one fast stroke. His jaw dropped, brows furrowing at how tight her walls clamped down around him, muscles already spasming around his cock. Swallowing hard, sweat ran down his face and chest, trying to concentrate and hold himself to his own commands of patience.
"Shit!" Joker cursed loudly, hissing through clenched teeth. The pinkette could feel his legs shaking from behind her, pushing himself the rest of the way in and bottoming out. She couldn't hold the noises in, jolting forward and quaking at the way he filled her. Tremors ran through her body, breaking out in a sweat from trying to accommodate his girth.
Sakura closed her eyes tightly as he rolled his hips, losing the patience he liked to demand of her and grunting. Unable to hold back anymore, the clown started thrusting hard, immersing himself in the hot grip squeezing his cock. Instead of building up a steady rhythm, he slammed into her with reckless abandon, digging his fingers into her sides. Dirty nails bit down hard, leaving harsh red crescents, threatening to break the skin.
This was too much... The position gave him access to do whatever he pleased, leaving Sakura with no chance of bracing herself against his assault, pushing her face and shoulders against the tarp with every sharp movement from behind.
The pinkette's teeth rattled at the force behind his thrusts, lungs burning from trying to force air into them. He wouldn't let up, driving harder into her with each stroke, growling and raking his nails along her skin. She hoped to God that her pelvis wouldn't shatter under his intensity. It hurt, pushing her beyond her limits. Pleasure mixed with the pain, setting the pinkette's body on fire. The smell of gasoline only made it worse, feeling like he'd doused her with it and lit the flame.
Hearing the screams spilling into the darkness, Joker smashed his fist against one of the crates, knocking it against the wall. Music suddenly started playing from the front of the van, drowning out the noise, just as the clown demanded without saying a word.
Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, crying against the mat. It felt like her body was going to be ripped apart when he started going faster, harder. She was lost to the world, seeing nothing, but feeling everything. This was exactly what she wanted, no longer holding any anger or malicious intent towards the clown or his punishments. Jack, Joker, she wanted all of it and would take whatever he was willing to give. He seemed intent upon making her do it and that was perfectly fine.
"Goddammit!... So fucking...tight..." Joker ground out through his clenched teeth, grabbing onto the leather between her wrists and using it as leverage to pull her up. The muscles in her arms screamed in agony, burning a trail 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 coming 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 all wrapped up in one... Sakura wasn't sure how much time went by, how long the van had been driving. It felt like it was never going to end, and she hoped it wouldn't.
Joker was moaning, gasping loudly. The noise were making Sakura even wetter from hearing him. She could feel it running down her thighs, shaking uncontrollably. 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 as he hissed in her ear.
The heat in her pelvis was unbearable, feeling like she would explode if she didn't cum soon. The build up and denial he put her through over and over again made it so painful. Muffled words and sobs were blocked by the makeshift gag in her mouth, but that didn't stop the pinkette. 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?" The voice from behind was breathless, strained. Was he feeling it too? Just as overwhelmed? "You wanna cum? Hahaha..." His movements became jerkier, losing the punishing rhythm he created, but not easing up in the slightest.
"I'll...ahh... I'll make you cum..." Fingers trembled as they fiddled with the tie around her mouth, desperately yanking it over her head. Sakura was losing her mind. Caught between screaming and crying, she'd do almost anything at this point to get release.
"Please... Please!... I can't-I can't take it anymore! Please!" His groans grew louder hearing the words 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 it. Ya got that?!" A hand reached around her hip, sliding between her thighs, making Sakura scream from the calloused fingers rubbing hard against her overstimulated clit. The noises coming from her didn't 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 he fell forward, taking her with him. The weight against her back pinned the pinkette down against the mat, unable to do anything or brace herself. Sweat ran down his face and chest, falling down onto her trembling body. Bright lights filled her vision as he relentlessly slammed down, working her over with determined effort.
"Oh God-Oh God!" She yelled out between gasps, mindless in the euphoria this man was dragging her through.
Joker forced her back to arch, tilting her pelvis up, digging deep into the spot he knew drove her mad. All his attention was focused on trying to make the woman writhing against him cum. He was drenched in sweat, furiously rubbing her clit with his fingers and squeezing down on her throat with his other hand, letting up intermittently to allow the pinkette to breathe. The walls surrounding his shaft trembled, making him curse. He bit down on his scarred lip, trying to prolong the inevitable. Fingers scratched erratically against his muscled abdomen, where her wrists were bound by the belt.
"C'mon-C'mon! Cum for me!" A strained cry left Sakura's lips hearing him shout in her ear, the deep timbre in his commanding voice sending her over the edge. The pinkette choked out a shriek 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.
"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 pulled at the scars around his mouth, hardly getting any air into his lungs as he rode out her orgasm.
The pinkette fell limp against his hold, completely spent and panting 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.
A long arm wrapped around her waist tightly, holding the pinkette's body tightly against him. The clown leaned in closer, biting and kissing her shoulder, nearing his own end. Sakura cried pitifully at the sensations rolling through her, everything nerve overstimulated and on edge as he kept going. His strokes became shallow, reveling in the feel of being inside of her, the grip of her pussy close to making him lose it.
Joker shoved himself deep inside of her, shaking with the strained roar forcing itself from his chest, cumming hard. The arms holding on to the pinkette trembled, squeezing down on the small body as his cum filled her up. Teeth bit down as he moaned against her skin, his hips jerking up with every shot he unloaded. The walls clamping down around his cock and heat radiating from her body became too much, he couldn't hold it off any longer.
Sakura groaned as his sweaty forehead smacked against her back, pinning her down against the mat. The spurts felt scorching hot against her sensitive walls. A shaky breath left her pink lips, toes curling at the sensation. It felt so good...better than it probably should have, but that didn't matter. Right now, she just couldn't find it in herself to care about anything other than the man crushing her into the floor.
His ragged breaths warmed her bare skin as his head lulled back and forth against her shoulder blades, sweaty hair dragging along with the small movements.
"Jack... Jack-I can't breathe..." His dead weight was too much, far more restricting than the hand that had been around her throat. With a chuckle mixed between pants, he rolled off to the side, pulling her with him. Sakura barely registered the metal clanking as he took the belt off from around her wrists or the blood rushing back towards the aching limbs.
Grabbing himself, he slowly pulled out of her drenched core with a harsh grunt, trying to catch his breath. Coiling his arms around her limp body, he dragged the pinkette along with him, leaning his back up against one of the crates.
Too spent and still high from the euphoria, Sakura couldn't care less where he took her. It didn't matter anyway... Burying his nose into the wild pink hair, he pressed her face against his glistening chest, heart still pounding and breathless. Fingers ran through the soft locks, satisfied with the results of his little experiment.
"Ahh... Wow... That was...ama-zing." She listened quietly, feeling the rumble run through him as he groaned, not confident enough that anything intelligible would come out if she tried to talk at the moment. "You really don't know what you do to me."
The arms wrapped around her tightened, holding her close while she listened to the loud thumping coming from beneath the sweaty, tan skin. A smile played on her lips, enjoying the way his heart raced.
"Only I can do this to you. Don't forget that-" Joker's nose nuzzled along her neck, moving to bury his face into the silky hair hanging loosely. "... I still have so much to show you. This is just the beginning, dollface." A slight nod was all she gave 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 the hell is that noise?" Turning towards the other two people sitting in the front of the van, the bald man raised a brow.
Rocco sat in the middle, looking at him incredulously, like he had never heard such stupidity in his life. Reaching forward, he jammed the button on the radio, turning up the volume to drown out any noises coming from the back. It couldn't be too loud, just in case their boss yelled out at them.
"Don't worry 'bout it, Tom..."
The man behind the wheel kept looking straight ahead, trying to focus on where they were driving to. The vans and trucks took different routes, just to be safe. It would look too conspicuous in the area they were going to. These days, a fleet of vehicles in The Narrows would quickly grab the attention of the police, especially after that last little stunt they pulled...
"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't one, 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 they're 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 so indulgent. Some actually had girlfriends, boyfriends, maybe even a wife... It wasn't something that often happened... 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 seemed 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 standards from society to uphold, no having to hold back... Just 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 a 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 escorts. 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. They'd all be in trouble then...
"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 swung the other way, 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... A man would learn all kinds of shit working for someone like the Joker. Rumor has it that no one had ever lasted a fourth as long as the brunette. He knew all sorts of things about weapons and explosives.
Before finding his way to this group, Tom had worked for the Falcone family, mostly as 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 Sal Maroni. That's how he ended up leaving.
After trying to get a free-feel on a chick at the club who turned out to be the girlfriend of one of Maroni's higher-ups, he had no choice but to go on the run, if he didn't want a bullet through his skull. That's how he ended up here... 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 too much, even for 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 used 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...weird 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've 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, taking out the lighter socket to get it going. Pulling in a long drag, he put the socket back in place with a grunt. He blew the smoke from the side of his mouth towards the bald man.
"Yeah and how often have you seen him having a good time when someone wasn't being 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 seemed 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... Having fun with chicks with them coming out the same way they went in? 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.
"The same way they went in, huh? Is he that weird? What does he kill them when they're fuckin' or something? That's a bit much... I can't say I treat them the best, but shit..."
"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... Let's just say we had to clean up the mess."
'Jesus Christ! I've cleaned up bodies for this guy, but never hookers from his room...yet. What a whack job!'
"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 couldn't count how many times I've seen him smack or push them. Any of the guys I've worked for usually loved that shit. Having them kiss their asses and willing 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 just 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. Compared to most of the men in the clown's employment, he seemed to have a soft spot for the fairer sex.
"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 go 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 about 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 prostitute. I've seen her before, and it definitely wasn't on any corner. Hookers don't usually have day jobs or their own place. Whoever she is, it doesn't really matter. The Boss wouldn't go out of his way for a prostitute. To be honest... I've never seen him go out of his way for anything besides Batboy..."
"Stop being so goddamn paranoid! The Boss is in the back getting his rocks off, probably doing some weird shit. Unless there's a mic up here, he can't hear us... 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 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 at least she would be paid very well and leave in one piece.
"We're here. I'd shut the hell up, if I were either 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 ever forget that.." Jerry finally spoke up, narrowing his eyes at both of them.
"Whatever... It's not like I'm wrong..."