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Lilie looked dreamily at Antonio's face, she smiled to herself as it was pretty much unrecognisable. His jaw looked like it was dislocated and as he suddenly began to cough up some of the blood that was dripping down to the back of his throat, a couple of teeth came up as well. He whimpered and cried at the pain the coughing caused him. She grinned, but didn't realise she was until the Joker spoke.

"Does his pain amuse you?" he asked, she turned and looked at him as if she had forgotten he was there. He studied her face with interest.

"He deserved that." she said and he nodded, not letting her eyes go until she turned back to look at Antonio again.

"He did." he said and turned to Bob and Evan.

"Bobby-boy, you will stand guard first. Switch with Evan halfway through the night." he ordered and Bob immediately got up from the sofa. The Joker lifted Lilie in his arms and carried her towards one of the bedrooms, he carefully made sure to step on Antonio's fingers as he walked over him. Antonio flinched and made whiny noises but didn't say anything. He carried her into the bedroom to the left and dropped her down on the queen size bed and closed the door, she grimaced at the pain in her back and shoulders. He furrowed his brows.

"What is your problem?"

"My back and my neck, it feels like my arms are about to snap off."

"Ah." he said with a lick of his lips and she looked at him pleadingly.

"Please, please remove the ropes." she begged with her softest voice and he grinned at her.

"No I'm not going to do that, buttercup. But, I ah.. do like it when you're sweetly begging me like that." he purred and licked his lips.

"Can I do something for you?" she asked, he smirked excitedly and sat down on the edge of the bed close to her.

"Aah, it's negotiation time again, hmm? No can do love, sowwy." he said and pouted.

"But what if you retie them in front of me?"

"Maybeee.. what are you offering?" he asked and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I could answer a question?"

"..Now that is disappointing.. it has to be a good one then."

"Pick one and we'll see if I can answer it."she said and he thought about it for a while.

"Where were you when they caught ya?"

"..Cunning. You're asking a question to which the answer could be very revealing." she said and chuckled.

"I'm taking a gamble, sweetcheeks. Answer it and I'll retie them."

"Alright.. I was at Mark Tyler's apartment. He lives on the top floor in the highest highrise building in Robbinsville."

"Robbinsville? Faaaancyyyy.. What were you doing there?"

"We said one question."

"I assume he's not important to you, since you are telling me about him." he said and smirked, she burst out laughing.

"He's definitely not." she said and smirked at the thought.

"Who is he?"

"A fiend."

"So what were you doing at his place then, hmm?"

"I answered your question! Retie the ropes!"

"Fine, get up." he muttered and she obeyed. "You knooow.. Grumpy should be your name-ah, would suit ya much better." He unzipped Evan's enormous jacket, he took it off and threw it on the bed. She cursed at him as he eyed her shirtless upper body. He answered with a grin and a lick of his lips, he grabbed her arm and turned her around.

She expected him to start removing her ropes but he didn't, instead he removed his gloves. She flinched as she felt his fingers stroke her back gently, all over her many, many scars.

"How did you get these?" he asked in a low voice as he dragged a finger over a particularly long scar, she shivered of delight and he chuckled. "You always get these cute goosebumps when I touch ya."

"Can you stop?" she asked, but he shook his head.

"You are my prisoner, and whether you like it or not pumpkin, I can do whatever I want with you." he said with a crooked smile and licked his lips.

"You promised.."

"I want you to answer one more question." he said with an innocent expression and bit his bottom lip, she sighed annoyedly and turned away from him.

"What?"

"How did you get these scars?" he asked and slowly stroked her back with his whole hand and grabbed her hip with the other to hold her still. She could barely breathe when she felt his warm hands slowly slide over her skin like that, she had never gotten this sensation from a man's touch before.

He wasn't trying to get his dick hard, at least that's not what it felt like. The way he touched her scars it felt like he hoped he could learn the story behind them by touching them. It was intimate in a way that was hard to explain, he was touching her, not her body. A small part of her that she tried hard to ignore wanted his hands to keep searching their way all over every inch of her. But she hated him for doing it without her permission, and the conflicting feelings he stirred up made her want to scream.

"Stop touching me." She begged him, sounding as if she was about to cry.

"No. Answer my question." he demanded in a husky voice and moved closer to her. "These are nice... You can barely see them. They must have been made with a very sharp knife." he said and pulled her hair to the side to examine her neck.

"Unlike yours?" she asked but he didn't answer right away, he examined the small, thin scars she had on her neck and giggled when she shivered again.

He let her hair down and repeatedly ran his fingers through it. She cursed and threw her head forward in an attempt to pull her hair away from him, but it backfired. He roughly grabbed it and pulled her close to him. He leaned his head over her shoulder, she could feel his scarred cheek against hers. The distinctive smell of facepaint hit her, as well as the odd mix of sweet and smoky notes coming from his unwashed hair. It didn't smell good, but not bad either. To be honest it was quite intoxicating, unique, just like everything else about him.

"Unlike mine, yes." she heard his dark whisper vibrate in her ear. He slowly rubbed his cheek against hers and then he buried his nose in her hair and took a deep, lustful sigh. "Do you want to know how I got them?" he mumbled into her hair. He didn't wait for her to answer, he turned her around and held her face in a firm hold between his hands.

"You see, I had a bully at my high school, a hateful and vile boy. He was dangerous and everybody feared him, especially me. He made my life a living hell, because he thought I had a funny voice, like a clown." The Joker spoke with a low and husky voice, almost a whisper, and Lilie felt chills going through her body.

"He had a sister. She was the loveliest thing i had e-ver seen, and I was in love with her.." he said, his voice was full of longing, and he leaned his forehead against Lilie's. She looked at him with big eyes, eager to hear the rest of the story.

"She got beat up by her brother and I wanted to protect her. My father had an old knife and I stole it to give to her, then I got her to agree to meet me behind our school. Excited, I waited for her in the cold. At last she came, but not alone. I ran away, but her brother caught me. He pinned me down to the ground, and his sister leaned down to meet my eyes. 'You're disgusting, why would I want to see you?' she screamed at me and her brother punched me bloody. I cried, though I tried not to. 'Clowns don't cry, they always smile!' She took the knife from me. 'Let me show you!' She stuck the blunt, rusty blade in my mouth, and she slowly carved my face up. She had to use all the strength she had in those little arms, but she made sure, that I will disgust anyone who looks at me until the day that I die." The Joker finished the story in a whisper and she studied his face with fascination.

"Is it true..? " she whispered and shivered as he caressed her bottom lip.

"You don't believe it?"

"I don't know, but it must have hurt terribly to get those either way." she said and didn't let his eyes go for a second.

"The healing was actually worse." he mumbled in a low voice. She gave him a sympathetic look and leaned in closer to him, he furrowed his brows.

"We are just two scarred freaks, you and I, aren't we?" she whispered and moved even closer to him.

He watched her every move in silence. She leaned forward and softly kissed the scar on his left cheek, right above the corner of his mouth.

He froze completely, he didn't even breathe. The scar was rough against her lips, and she felt her own cheeks sting as she thought about how much it must have hurt when he had gotten them. She kept moving upwards, wanting to kiss every inch of it. He slightly leaned into her lips and when she opened her eyes she saw that his eyes were closed. Once she got to the end of the scar he leaned in completely to her and she heard him let out a shuddering breath. He placed his hand on the back of her neck, he pushed her into his scar and swallowed hard.

Suddenly, he snarled. He grabbed her hair painfully hard and pulled her away from him to study her face.

"Why?" he snapped and she studied his face to understand what was happening.

"You touched my scars." she finally said.

"Your point?"

"Why did you do that?" she asked and he took a long time before answering.

"Because they are beautiful." he finally said and she smiled meaningly at him. He let go of her hair and his eyes quickly wandered over every part of her face many times, he looked just as confused as she felt. Her eyes stopped at the thin scars on his bottom lip, she felt her stomach tingling and realised she wanted to taste them.

"Come here." she whispered and smiled at him, he licked his lips and raised a brow.

"What?"

I want to kiss you." she whispered seductively, he swallowed and confusedly furrowed his brows.

"Why..?"

"Your lips look yummy. Can I?" she asked politely and after a couple of confused and silent seconds he chuckled, then he tentatively grabbed her waist and leaned a little closer.

She leaned in the rest of the way and kissed him, gently, wanting to savour the contrast of his soft lips to the rough feel of the scars on his bottom lip. He stiffened at first but as soon as the feelings of surprise left him he kissed her back. His hands clenched her waist so hard that his nails painfully dug into her skin and he forcefully pushed his lips onto hers. A deep moan rumbled in the back of his throat and she could feel the vibration from it on her lips.

She loved how every kiss from him was filled with such animalistic hunger, but she really wanted to feel his tongue and it was hard when he was so rough. She pulled away from him a little bit and softened her lips, hoping he would follow and he froze as he didn't understand what she wanted. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip to engage his. He let out a shaky breath and hungrily went for her lips again, she smiled on the inside at his eagerness.

"Softer." she whispered to him, he pulled away slightly and stopped moving. He kept his face close to hers, as if he didn't want to risk her changing her mind about this kiss, and the warmth from his quick and heavy breathing made her lips tingly. He seemed insecure, and it warmed her heart. She reached for his lips again and kissed him softer and slower. He tentatively copied her, finally giving her the opportunity to find his tongue and as she did, she slowly and gently massaged it with her own.

She really wanted him to feel good and her heart jumped as she heard another moan from him. The deep quality of it was nothing short of delicious and she couldn't help but let out a quiet moan of her own. His grip hardened and the kiss deepened, it was slow, soft and as he more and more found his way it got insanely good. He dug his nails into her skin even harder and she sighed audibly as the pain was perfect, she felt him smirk against her lips. They finally pulled away from each other when they both had to breathe, heavily, and the fire they had created kept burning under their skin. She kept her eyes closed and smiled to herself as she felt his breath on her forehead, she leaned in and rested her face against his neck. Other than his heavy breathing he didn't move for some time, but finally he put an arm around her back and chuckled quietly.

"Uh-oh, beautiful.. Do you have any idea what you have started? Hmm?"

"Best, kiss, ever..." she whispered and he swallowed as he felt her breath on his neck.

"..Don't I disgust you?" he asked hesitantly and furrowed his brows as she shook her head.

"No, you don't." she mumbled and as a response he pulled her head up by her hair to taste her lips one more time.

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