Hiiii I'm finally back with part eight and I'm really excited about it! Reader is really getting herself in deep now… Please read the warnings below and do not interact with this story if you are a minor! I'm turning up the heat a bit and I really hope you all like it!
Warnings: adult language, somewhat attempted kidnapping, anxiety, mentions of prostitution, trash talking, gun violence, blood, NSFW!, dirty talk, somewhat possessive J, glove kink, fingering, exhibitionism, forced exhibitionism (oh yeahhh, a long list for this one)
- Part Eight -
It's been three days. For three days, you've been waiting. Waiting to hear from him. You hated how hard it's been to wait. It was like you were addicted to it, that rush you got when he put his hands on you, his lips grazing you ear when he growled into it, the sharp edge of his knife against your skin. Just the thought of it raised goosebumps down your arms. It wasn't fair, the hold he had on you. You couldn't go more than a couple of hours without thinking about him. It was frustrating. He was making you wait and your need to feel him only continued to intensify. But you kept waiting. What else could you do?
You tried to keep yourself busy at the shop in an attempt to stifle your frustration. You finished a pantsuit for the mayor's wife in record time and then had… nothing. You couldn't stand the passive waiting anymore so you started working on a personal project, a skirt. A very flattering skirt. The fabric flowed like water with your movement, earning a smile on your face as you twirled in front of the mirrors. The hem landed exactly where you wanted it, far enough up your thigh to showcase your legs but not enough to reveal what was between them. You couldn't help but wonder what Joker would think about it, what he'd think of how it looked on you.
The sun was starting to set so you went through the ritual of closing the shop. Turn the sign around, close the curtains, sweep the floor, clean the mirrors, lock up the cash register, turn the lights out, turn on the alarm, lock the doors. It was kind of soothing, the repetitiveness of it. It was almost like meditating. You turned to walk down the sidewalk, your serene thoughts keeping your eyes focused on the ground while they lulled you into a state of remiss. Before taking a step in the direction of your apartment, a car door opening next to you startled you out of your daze.
You were pulled by your arm into the backseat of a car parked next to the sidewalk. You hadn't even seen it there, it may as well have appeared out of thin air. A hand clapped over your mouth, stifling the alarmed scream that involuntarily welled up from your throat. You landed on the seat and gasped for air when the hand moved from your mouth, your eyes wide, trying to tell your brain what you were seeing, but the signal just couldn't make it past the jumble of adrenaline induced panic. Then he spoke.
"My suit. Have you finished yet?"
Suddenly, it all came rushing back to you. The vague order, gold chain, air thick with the smell of stale cigars. How did you forget?
"You must excuse my man, he lacks manners. Let's start over, yes?" Chechen asked.
Fear stopped dead in its tracks and was overtaken by anger. The simmering irritation and annoyance you'd been feeling lately rushed over you and your face grew hot.
"If you wanted to ask me that, why didn't you just come in when the shop was open?" you nearly shouted, trying to control the volume of your voice. "You almost gave me a heart attack! Why did you do that?"
"I said to you, my man, he has no manners. We wish not to attract attention, yes?"
Your upper lip twitched, and you snapped back, "Well that's not exactly the best way to do that, is it?"
Chechen's expression turned dark and he raised his chin as he squinted at you. "Careful what you say, girl. Not everyone is kind as I am," he sneered.
Your blood ran cold as the gravity of the situation finally made itself known to your exasperated mind. This felt far worse than being trapped in a car with Joker. That sour feeling dropped in the pit of your stomach.
"I know about the clown," he said, leaning back in his seat across from you. "You work for him?"
Try not to panic. Don't freak out. It won't help. There's no way he knows about… that. Just say something. Forcing your tight jaw to release, you said quietly, "Not, um, not really. I… made his suit but I don't work for him."
You swallowed down the acidic anxiety rising up your throat while he sat in silence, staring at you. You fought to keep still, trying to hide the damning angst that was twitching your muscles and beading sweat on your brow. You never were particularly good at lying.
"What d'you know about the money? You know Lau?"
Who? You furrowed your brow, and this time could say with sincerity, "Nothing... I… I don't know who that is."
He took a cigar out of the box next to him and put it between his teeth before lighting the end with a silver lighter. Your heart pounded while you watched him, waiting for him to say something. Was he about to hurt you? Kill you? The smell burned your nose.
"What do you know?"
There's that anger again, pulling you face into a scowl. "I know his measurements," you answered plainly.
Chechen chuckled, mashing the blunt end of the cigar between his teeth. You felt like you could gag. Then he replied, "Well, is clear I am waiting my time, no?" He waited until you nodded warily, keeping your eyes on the glowing end of the cigar, and continued, "So, say I check on you soon, I'll not find what I look for?"
Heat burned your ears and the scowl remained stuck on your face as you shook your head slowly. "No."
He leaned back in his seat again, taking his time to puff on the cigar. Then he nodded his head toward the car door and the man who'd dragged you into the car opened it to suddenly pull you out. You ripped your arm from his grasp shot a glare over your shoulder as the car pulled away, the brake lights fading into the darkness down the street.
You spent the rest of the evening fuming. The nerve of that vile man, pulling a stunt like that. You knew you should be afraid, and you were, but you couldn't help but feel some sort of thrilling defiance too. It wasn't clear whether Chechen knew about your arrangement with Joker but, how could he? No one has seen you together, have they? If he knew that much, his questions would have likely been very different. He seems to think you know someone named Lau so at least he's wrong about something. It felt like what you were doing with Joker gave you a kind of power. You were getting so much more out of it than anyone knew and that felt… exciting. A strange arousal started to grow warm in your core. The more you thought about it, the warmer it got. Almost like you wanted someone to know.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the buzz of the cell phone on the coffee table. You jumped in your seat before diving forward to grab it. Unknown number.
"1201 West Burnley. 9:30 pm. Tonight."
Whipping your head around to face the clock, your heart jumped into your throat when you saw the time. 8:52. You scrambled to your feet and began to frantically stuff things into a small bag before running into your bedroom. You frowned at what you were wearing and started to change your clothes, tossing your work appropriate attire onto the floor. Then you remembered, you brought your new skirt home. A brief smile at your reflection preceded your continued rush out the door and down the stairs. 9:08. There's no way the bus will make it in time, you'll have to take a taxi.
Your hand shot into the air when you spotted the yellow glow of a taxi light. It pulled over and you took a deep breath before pulling on the door handle. You weren't particularly fond of taking taxis. It was always a bit of a gamble in this city. Please don't be a creepy old guy, please don't be a creepy old guy. You sighed with relief to see a woman with curly red hair behind the wheel.
"Where to?"
"Um, 1201 West Burnley."
The driver raised her eyebrows and asked, "You sure?"
Your stomach dropped and you quickly nodded. But there's no turning back. There was no fighting your need to see him, to do what he told you, to get what you wanted in return. You chewed your lip as thoughts of his hands, his lips, his tongue, sent your heart racing. Then you quickly blinked your eyes and shook your head a little, trying to focus your attention on something else, trying to ignore the warmth between your legs.
"I don't wanna be too nosey but, if you don't mind me asking, what's taking you to Burnley? It's not exactly a nice place to be even when the sun's up."
The driver could see your eyes widen in the rearview mirror. Lie. You had to come up with a lie. "Um, well, I… I'm meeting a friend."
Yeah, excellent lie, she'll definitely buy that. You swallowed as your mouth became dry and cursed at yourself under your breath. She didn't say anything yet, but you could sense some skepticism coming from the front seat.
"It's ok, I get it. It's hard just gettin' by in this godforsaken city. No more questions asked, just keep yourself safe, ok?" she replied, keeping her eyes on the road.
Your cheeks grew hot when you realized what she meant. You were mortified but what could you say? Oh no, you got it all wrong. I'm actually going to meet the Joker because we have this arrangement, you see. You had to play along. "Yeah, um, I'll be careful."
The rest of the ride to the Narrows was spent in awkward silence. You kept your eyes down, trying to avoid glancing at the driver in the little mirror. It was irritating, really. It was so impolite of her to assume that about you. It might have come from good intentions, but you didn't need that from her, you could take care of yourself. You tried to control the anger that started to well up and furrow your brow, clenching your fist and pushing it into the seat. Then the thought of where you were going suddenly sent a shiver down your back. You haven't been to the Narrows in years and you've never gone there at night. You found yourself wishing you had some kind of weapon, but you had nothing. In your hurry to make it in time, you didn't think to take anything like that with you. Maybe the driver was right, this was a bad idea. But you had to go. You made a deal. By now it felt like a deal with the devil. But you took his offer, didn't you?
9:32. The taxi pulled over and your heart started to pound. Everything you knew told you not to get out of the car, but your hand reached out and opened the door. You turned to the driver and handed her some crumpled bills from your bag, enough to pay for the ride with a little extra. She glanced at you once more before you quickly looked away and stepped out onto the sidewalk, swinging the door shut behind you.
You took a deep breath, subtlety looking up and down the street. There were so few streetlights here. The weather worn buildings, covered in overlapping fragments of graffiti, looked as though they were ready to be torn down. And it seemed unusually quiet, making your unease that much worse. You took a few steps closer to the nearby streetlight, trying to decide if it was better or worse to be under the light.
"You're late."
You nearly jumped out of your skin, stifling a shout and whipping around toward the sound of the voice. A man in a hooded sweatshirt, his hands in its pockets, was standing just outside of the light's reach.
"I-I'm sorry," was all you could manage as a response.
He stepped forward and you could see that he had short, dark hair atop of pale and fairly gaunt features. "Follow me," he said, turning to start walking down the sidewalk at a brisk pace.
A little flutter of anxiety ran through your stomach before you jerked yourself in motion to catch up to him. He said nothing, never even casting a glace behind him to make sure you were still there, as you followed him for over a block in the dark. This was such a bad idea. But you were already here, where could you go at this point? This street was deserted and wandering around on your own to find any signs of other people sounded like a worse idea. So, you kept following.
After making a left turn and walking another block, he stopped. You'd arrived at what looked like an abandoned apartment building. Some of the windows were broken and the brick was just visible beneath chipped and fading layers of white paint. He continued on to the alley alongside the building to knock on a door labeled "Emergency Exit". You approached cautiously while he waited, his eyes glued to the door. It seemed like he knew you were there but was avoiding looking at you.
The door opened and a sliver of fluorescent light from inside made you squint when it shined in your face. A large man with a beard said something to the man you'd been following in a low voice, then held the door open for him to pass through. He looked over to you and you froze.
"Hurry up."
Your feet moved so fast, you almost tripped over them while making a quick dash for the door. You subconsciously held your breath as you passed by him with your back against the door frame, letting it go as he shut the door and motioned for you to go down the stairs. The sound of voices carried up the empty stairwell. Somehow it didn't matter who's they were, anything to get away from the eerie silence that'd been surrounding you for far too long by now. You took the first few steps quickly then slowed down, carefully listening to try to understand what some of the voices were saying, fragments of different conversations reaching your ears as you quietly tip toed down the last few stairs.
"Nah, man, I didn't say that! Shut the fuck up!"
"Boss says we gotta keep the guy for now, he wants to string 'im up downtown tomorrow."
"Psh, you think I'mma pass that shit up? I 'aint trading jobs with you, dumbass."
There was a door at the bottom of the stairs. It was shut, the voices behind it carrying through the thin walls. Joker must be in there. The thought of him being behind that door sent a powerful tingle down your back and into your belly. Your heart began to race once again, your hand hovering over the doorknob as you stood in front of it, trapped between the push and pull of bodily desires clashing with your own survival instincts. Then the door suddenly opened.
Your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes traveling up the tall, purple-clad figure now standing in front of you, looking you up and down. You swore you could hear a hum coming from his chest while the corner of his mouth stretched into a crooked smile.
"Y/N, how, uh, love-ly it is to see you," he purred.
All sense of caution dropped from your mind and you fought to pull in air while disinhibition took you over, his smell filling your nose and heat trailing up your neck. "Um. H-Hi, Joker," you quietly replied.
Heat burned in your cheeks and along your ears while you watched his smile grow, caught in his heavy-lidded stare. His tongue flicked out over his lip before nodding his head toward a desk against the far wall and turning for you to follow. The place looked like some sort of improvised lounge. There were a few moth-eaten couches and chairs with dated upholstery as well as a hodgepodge of tables and chairs scattered throughout the large room. An old pool table stood in the corner nearby, beside two dart boards that looked like something much larger than a dart had been hurled at them on more than one occasion. The ceiling was fairly low, and rows of support columns ran along the center, it must be a basement. You passed groups of men crowded around tables and couches, stopping their conversations and turning to stare at you while you walked by. You found yourself following Joker a little closer when you felt their eyes on you.
Joker approached the wooden desk and pulled out a chair, gesturing for you to sit. Focusing on taking steady breaths to keep yourself calm, you carefully sat down.
"Welcome to home base, doll face," he grinned.
You blinked at him and returned a small smile while you nodded, "Uh, well, thank you." Your jaw tensed while you tried to snap yourself out the awkward trance you'd fallen into.
"Down to business then, hm?" he asked, sitting in a big leather chair across from you and kicking up his feet to prop his heel on the desk, his ankles crossed. You noticed he was wearing a pair of checkered socks, brightly colored with purple, green, and gold, making your stomach flutter strangely. They matched the suit so well. You still didn't understand the way it made you feel to see him wearing the suit you made, your suit.
Swallowing your wandering thoughts, you shifted your eyes to his face and nodded once more, your stomach fluttering again. "Ok."
"Have you ever made, uh, uniforms, doll?"
Your brow furrowed with confusion and you answered, "I, um, well, what kind of uniforms?"
"Mmm well, it doesn't matter if you have… more that you could," he replied.
"Oh! Well, I… I could, yeah."
He hummed and leaned back in his chair. "I need you to make an offer to the police commissioner to make some uniforms. Formal uniforms. The annual policeman's ball is coming up and what a trea-t it would be for the, uh, commissioner and his district captains to wear spiffy new uniforms, wouldn't you say?"
Your confusion only heightened but you didn't know what else to say so you answered, "Yeah, I'd say so… I think."
Joker let out a low chuckle and pulled a knife from his pocket to fidget with the sharp point before continuing, "That'll get you into his office. Once you're there, I have a, uh, very important job for you, doll."
A quiver reached deep down into your core when you eyed the knife in his hand, the tip of the blade perched on his gloved finger. Then he lifted his gaze to meet yours. He knew you saw it, he had to know. He must be doing it on purpose. To watch you squirm with need right there in front of him.
"You do?"
"Mmm, I do. I need you, baby doll, to go on a litt-le scavenger hunt. Get a meeting with the commissioner, then collect something from his office. A fork, a toothpick, cigarette butt, chewed gum, a tissue he hacked a loogy in, anything with the man's, uh, secretions, on it. How's about it, hm?"
Before you could stop yourself, you asked, "Why?"
He grinned at you, the black around his eyes suddenly looking darker. "Well, that's for, uh, me to know and you to find ou-t."
Your cheeks grew hotter and you quickly nodded, "Right, I'm, um, I'm sorry."
"No need to apologize, kitten. Don't worry, I'll make it, uh, worth your while."
The look he gave you was smoldering. For a second it felt like he wanted it almost as much as you did. One of his eyebrows twitched upwards and the corner of his mouth stretched into a crooked smirk. You swallowed and tried not to show evidence of the arousal he'd sparked on your face. But he still knew.
"Ok. I'll do it."
"Mmmm, wonderfulll," he growled.
Then he dropped his heels off of the desk and told you to wait there. You nodded and tried to focus on keeping your eyes ahead, hoping to avoid catching the attention of any of the men around you. It'd been only a few minutes when you heard a couple of them talking nearby. They were talking about you.
"I dunno where she came from either, but damn. How's the boss get a girl like that?"
"Probably pays her. Why else would she be fuckin' around with him?"
The first voice chuckled and said, "What like a whore? You really think she'd have trouble findin' johns? Nah, man! I bet he makes her. That's gotta be the only way that crazy fucker gets any."
Your heart jumped into your throat and your belly suddenly tied itself into knots. This again? Why does everyone assume that about you? They had no idea how complicated it really was. Their insults ignited that volatile combination of fear and anger burning up inside you, but you kept your gaze forward, listening intently for the sting of their next words.
"Whoa, man! Chill with the shit talkin' around here, you want your ass dead?"
"Psh, he can't hear me. He only hears them voices in his head."
The second man scoffed, "You're such a dumbass, well I 'aint goin' down with ya."
"Fuckin' coward. And I 'aint goin' down for this! Unless its goin' down on her."
The both of them laughed loudly and by then your hands were shaking. You wanted to do something, but what could you do? You were almost dizzy from the rushing of blood in your ears, your cheeks even hotter than they were before. You tried to think of what you could do, what you could say. But you remained still, your fists so tight it felt like your nails might draw blood.
Then the door ahead of you opened and Joker's painted face caught your attention. His expression had changed. His haughty smirk was gone, leaving him looking as expressive as stone. He peered out from behind his heavy eyelids, his thoughts and intentions obscured by layers of dark black. It tugged at the twisted knots in your stomach. It always seemed there was more going on behind those eyes than anyone could see.
"Rizzo! Gates! Come over here, won't you?" he called out on his way to the desk.
A twinge of anxiety prickled at the back of your neck and two men approached from behind you. It was them, the ones that were talking about you. It had to be. Did he hear them? How could he have heard them? One of them was wearing a camouflage jacket and had brown hair that touched his shoulders. The other had a buzz cut and an obnoxiously large silver chain hanging around his neck. You knew it was him, you recognized his voice, the one who said he wanted to...
"Yeah, boss?"
Joker sank into his chair, his shoes flat on the floor, and replied, "Rizz, I don't be-lieve you've had the, ah, pleasure of meeting my friend here, Y/N, have you?"
The man with the buzz cut shifted his gaze toward you then quickly back to Joker and you saw his breathing start to become faster, shallower. "Uh, no, boss."
"Ah! What a shame. See, I thought maybe you knew her. Now why would I think that? Hm?"
Rizzo started to visibly sweat while his friend in the camouflage jacket tried to inch further away.
Joker's eyes darted to the man failing to subtly sneak away and he said, "Gates! How 'bout you, hm? Why would I think that Rizz here knows my friend, Y/N?"
Gates jumped slightly and stopped in his tracks. He couldn't seem to look away from Joker until he finally answered, "Um… I… I dunno, boss."
"You don't?" Joker asked, feigning surprise.
He stood from his chair and shouted out into the room, "All of you, beat it!" Then he turned back to the two men and said plainly, "Not you."
A few glances were cast in your direction as men left their poker games and beer bottles to empty the room. You could almost hear your heart beating over the resulting silence. The seconds passed painfully slowly as you waited for Joker to say something else, but he just stared at the men. His face was blank, but you could see the subtle way he was moving, stiff and erratic. Like he was exercising a great effort to hold himself back, forcing stillness in his muscles.
"Tell me, Rizzo," he said, sitting back down in his chair. "How do you think she tastes?"
The color drained from Rizzo's face and his mouth dropped open, but he said nothing.
Joker blinked at him and continued casually, "You seem to know her so well, so what does she tas-te like?"
Your skin had never felt so hot. Your pulse was racing, and you wished to be anywhere but here. He did hear them. What was going to happen now, you couldn't guess, but the way he said that it sent tingles down your back. The nerve-wracked man shook his head, his mouth still open while he stared at Joker with wide eyes. Joker hummed and his lips curved into a small grin that he ran his tongue over. Then he shifted his eyes to you.
"C'mere, doll," he purred.
The fire in his gaze was unmistakable. You wanted to leave, but at the same time, you didn't. The way he looked at you now, it compelled you to move closer. The hold he had over those men without even doing anything yet, the hold he had over you, it made you feel something. You wanted to show them they were wrong about you. You weren't in this for money, it was so much more selfish than that.
You slowly stood up and walked around to the other side of the desk, not taking your eyes off of him. He licked at his scars and leaned back in his chair, motioning for you to sit on his lap. Goosebumps tingled down your back and you felt yourself start to become wet as you turned to sit on his thigh. The tingles only intensified when his hand rested against the small of your back.
"You don't know, hm?" Joker asked, turning back to Rizzo. "So, you don't know her that well, do you?"
Then suddenly Joker pulled you closer, holding you against him with his arm across your chest before pulling the chair up to the desk so that you were pinned between him and the wooden tabletop. It felt like you were in some kind of dream. Like this wasn't real.
"Ya know what they say about, uh, assuming, right?"
You took a sharp breath in when you felt the cool leather of Joker's glove on your thigh, sliding up your skirt. The two stunned men standing in front of you both started to quickly back up before being stopped in their tracks by the sound of a click coming from beside you.
"Ahh ta ta, I never said you could leave, did I? Or was that the, ah, voices in my head?" Joker growled.
He propped his wrist on the desk, pointing the barrel of a handgun at Rizzo and Gates. A mixture of dread and arousal made you dizzy, racking your brain until you started to push and pull against his grip.
The rumble of his voice in your ear sent a jolt of electricity down your back, "Mmm-mm, nooo little bunny, you're not going anywhere either. Coming, however…"
His hand on your thigh then slid between your legs, his fingertips suddenly grazing your pussy as he moved your panties to the side. Your jaw dropped and you gasped, your hands gripping the fabric of your skirt, unable to move. The two men across from you quickly averted their stares, trying to look away, fighting to tear their eyes away from the gun aimed at them.
Joker whistled at them and said, "Noo no no, eyes over here, hm? You don't wanna miss the, ah, show, do you?" Then he leaned in and murmured to you, "But they don't get to see all of it, noo, that cute little pussy is for my eyes on-ly."
Hidden from view by the desk, he swiftly hooked his thumb in the waistband of your panties and pulled them down to your knees. Before you could say or do anything, he slipped two gloved fingers inside you. A groan escaped your mouth, your cheeks on fire, while he gave you only a moment to stretch to accommodate his fingers. Then he started to steadily move them in and out, curling them against your walls as he went. You couldn't stop the sounds that were coming out of you, your throat wouldn't let you hold back the groans and whines that tumbled out.
Joker hummed and put his chin on your shoulder, his nose nuzzling against your neck. With his breath hot and humid on your skin, he purred, "Thaaat's it, doll. Show 'em how good it feels, hm? Show 'em what I do to you."
The heat of embarrassment was almost unbearable. You wanted to disappear, to drop down through the floor beneath you, but he had you hooked. The feeling of his fingers inside you, finally filling that desperate desire that had been consuming you, that heat was stronger. In a matter of seconds, he had you ready to unravel right in front of two strangers. He was claiming you, showing them how easily he could get you off. Because of what they said. This fact sent an unexpected tingle through your core and you whined loudly when his thumb made contact with your clit.
"Mmmm yes, louder, baby girl. Let 'em hear you."
Then he latched his mouth onto your neck to nip and lick at your skin. His wet tongue on your neck and the leather of his glove rubbing circles on your clit sent your head into the clouds. You almost forgot you were being watched. But you opened your eyes to see the men still standing there, breathing heavily while they watched Joker pleasure you. They looked terrified. They look confused. They looked like they wanted to watch, not just because they were held there at gunpoint. Because of you. Because of how your body reacted to his touch. You suddenly felt a new sort of thrill stiffen all of your muscles. You wanted them to watch. You wanted them to see just how good he made you feel. You opened your mouth let your hums grow into noisy moans while you tossed your head back against Joker's shoulder, pressure in your core growing stronger.
"That's what I like to hear!" he shouted. Then he craned his neck to bring his lips to your ear, pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. "I know you wore this for me, doll. I likeit, it accen-tuates you're, uh, best feature. Easy access too," he chuckled.
He grunted and pushed his fingers into your pussy as deep as he could, making quick and erratic circles with your now throbbing clit. You were a moaning and panting mess, heavy breaths heaving in your chest and your fingernails digging into his thighs while he made sure the two men were still watching with a heavy-lidded gaze. Then he shifted you in his lap, leaving a wet spot on the fabric before you felt his hard cock straining against his pants beneath you. You were so close.
"You feel what you do to me, doll?" he purred in your ear.
That was all it took to push you over the edge. Every muscle in your core tightened around his fingers and you cried out toward the ceiling, arching your back against his chest and gripping your skirt in your fists. He held his fingers inside you and vigorously rubbed against your sensitive bud, a deep rumble in his throat while you rode out your earth-shattering climax. It felt like you'd been blinded by a bright light, stunned by an electric shock, your body trying to reclaim rushing blood to reach your brain and bring you back to life. Then you felt his shoulder beneath your head and opened your eyes. His fingers slid out of you, eliciting a groan as you came to and tried to catch your breath.
Joker locked eyes with the red-faced men still standing there but looking weak in the knees and lifted one of his fingers to his mouth to stick out his tongue and lewdly lick your orgasm off of the leather.
"She tastes just as sweet as honey, fellas," he growled.
Next thing you knew, your ears were ringing, and you saw the two men screaming from the floor, blood pouring from their groins onto the concrete. The muffled sounds of their agony grew clearer as it felt like cotton was pulled from your ears and your eyes widened. You had yet to fully process the shock of what you'd seen when Joker stood up, taking you with him.
Your legs buckled and he swiftly picked you up to carry you over his shoulder up several flights of stairs. He stopped outside the door at the top and propped you up against the wall to slam his lips into yours. Your hands reached up to tangle your fingers in his hair while you opened your mouth to let him in.
Whew!
Alright things got spicy, things got violent, comments always welcome so let me know what your think I'd really love to hear it! 💖💖💖