Yayyyy part ten! I'm so excited to be updating this story, it feels like its been way too long and I've missed it! Lots of character development in this one... and then we get filthy with some more nsfw content
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Warnings: angst, manipulation, panic attack, crisis of conscience, mentions of violence/murder, smut, nsfw, fellatio, hair pulling, gun play, knife play, rough sex... I don't think I've left anything out akdkahsgsg
- Part Ten -
"Take 14th. Clinton's blocked. Cops are movin' fast."
The voice crackling over a radio Joker held in his hand was muffled by the sound of sirens on the other end while the car sped down a side street. You lost your grip on the seat in front of you and slammed against the door as the driver swung the car around a corner. Rubbing your shoulder and wincing, you turned to look out the rear window. A sigh of relief felt strange when you didn't see any flashing lights following you. Shouldn't you be hoping to get caught? Hoping that a line of cop cars will be waiting for you after the next turn, arresting all of you before this went any further than it had already? By this point, you were certain you'd be arrested along with him if he were caught. But you really didn't want that. You didn't want this to stop. All of it was so far from your control but all you wanted was to feel more of that tantalizing power he held over you, it coaxed out every filthy need you didn't know you had, and you surrendered to it so easily. You surrendered to him so easily.
Once the buildings started to change from tall, shiny skyscrapers to dingy, cramped apartments and warehouses, the car's speed slowed. It was then that your mind had a chance to catch up to what just happened...
"Um… so… what just happened?" you asked quietly, your voice only marginally louder than the sound of the tires on the asphalt.
Joker's tongue flicked out over his lip and, keeping his gaze out toward the windshield, he answered, "What just happened was the ti-ck of only the first to fall in a looong line of, uh, well placed dominos."
The car fell silent as you continued to stare at the side of his face. You remembered back when he first tried on the suit. You had this feeling... like some formidable force was standing next to you. Then, as if your last traces of humanity were reaching out to you from the depths of your mind, visions of the men laying on that floor in a pool of their own blood and the body you just saw being carelessly thrown over the side of a building flashed over your eyes. Your throat tightened and your eyes grew wide as your heart raced and you tried to stay calm. But that was becoming difficult. It wouldn't stop, the torrent of violent images, the guilt. It was your fault. He shot those men because of you. And the phony Batman? You helped him carry out whatever reason that man died for. You didn't even hesitate. Shouldn't you have known people were going to die?
Your breathing grew faster, and pressure began to build in your forehead. It was all suddenly so real. You'd been so blind to the big picture. After so many times you'd been a fly on the wall, seeing, hearing, even getting mixed up with the Mob, all you could sense was him. His eyes held your gaze, his voice rumbled in your ears, his scent clouded your mind and his touch left you starving for more. Men have died. And it was still all you wanted.
Joker shifted his eyes towards you as your huffs of breath reached his ears. His eyebrow raised while he watched you and you sensed his gaze. Your face burned as you tried to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes. It was all crashing over you at once. Everything since he walked into your shop and cast his spell on you.
You jumped when you felt his gloved hand on your chin, and he turned your face toward his, holding you there. His tongue ran over his lip as he studied your expression, like he was looking for something. He blinked his heavy eyelids as he held you there, silently watching you and waiting. He must have known what was going through your head. He's been waiting for this. He watched you as it all passed by behind your eyes, tangled with your emotions, scratched and clawed at your conscience. Your brow furrowed as the pressure continued to build, your eyes stung and burned with everything you were feeling, trapped in your head, looking for a way out. Something inside you wanted to give in. But you'd already given so much, what more was left?
Tears finally began to flow from your eyes, down your face, collecting where his hand held your chin. If what he wanted was to see was you finally snap under all of this pressure, so be it. Your hands trembled and shook in your lap, curling into tight fists while you let it all go. Your tears prickled on your face, heated with a mixture of anxiety and embarrassment as you squeezed your eyes shut and choked on your fitful breaths. Why were you crying? You didn't want him to see you cry. But it was like a vail had been lifted from your eyes and you were finally able to see what you've done, what you've been doing. You were a part of something big, lured in, tempted and trapped.
Your vision was blurred when your eyes opened. His expression hadn't changed as he watched your face, twisted and streaked with your hot tears that just kept coming. He didn't revel in it, didn't show any sign that he took pleasure in your pain. But how could you know he didn't? Why else would he be watching you like this? You swallowed to avoid gagging on your tears and took a deep breath before letting your gaze meet his again. It was like he was just waiting for you to be finished. He patiently watched you become overwhelmed by your realization, then let it pass. He looked at you like the way you felt was something familiar but long forgotten to him, a nuisance if anything. Your crisis of conscience was merely something he was expecting to happen before you could move on and continue to do exactly what you'd been doing.
You wanted him to be wrong. You wanted to be able to turn things around and get yourself out of this, to go back to work in your shop like none of it happened. But he wasn't wrong. You'd seen everything, the violence, the manipulation, and you'd looked past it all so easily, with only your own needs in mind. And you'd do it again.
It didn't stop. It wasn't going to stop. You took the bait that he'd dangled right in front of your nose and now he had you hooked. But that's what you wanted, isn't it? The power he held over you was not only taken, but willingly given. He knew it ever since he first saw you. He knew you wanted nothing more than to submit to him, for him to take what he wanted from you. He had you and no amount of violence was going to change that. What you were trapped by was your own selfishness.
"What just happened was ou-t of your control," he said, his words rumbling in his chest.
Your tears slowed from your eyes that were still focused intently on his and you opened your mouth, trying to speak between your heavy breaths, but your voice was lost in the tightness of your throat.
He kept his eyes on yours as he nodded, his voice dropping low, "You don't want control, do ya, doll?"
You became very still, your fists unclenching in your lap as the tension in your face began to release. Your head was spinning with doubt and confusion of your own doing, but you were losing your will to fight with yourself. He was getting what he wanted. This is what he wanted, isn't it? For you to break down and admit you liked what he was doing to you? Why did it matter to you what he wanted?... Maybe it's what you wanted too. You didn't want to think about it. You didn't want to fight it. You wanted to be selfish.
"…No," you answered quietly.
Your chin still between his thumb and forefinger, he watched you as he hummed and slowly nodded his head. You blinked away the last blur welling up in your eyes and breathed him in as he leaned in closer, the heat of his breath overtaking your tide of emotions, making your lips tingle and your heart pound.
Then he tilted his head to the side and said, "Of course you don't. You gave it alll a-way."
You couldn't stop the tremble returning to your hands as you took a shaky breath in, but the tears didn't come back. Your body stilled again, and your breath escaped from between your lips, carrying on it the last of your willpower to resist. It was the easy way out. You'd given in again and again and despite your realization of where this, all of this, was going, you couldn't stop yourself. Even if you wanted to. Your eyes, burning with shame you know longer had the strength to recognize, focused back on his. They pulled you in, like they always did, striking you deep down in your core to feed that ever-increasing need for more, more of it, more of him.
Your swallowed against your parched throat before opening your mouth to speak, "I-I did… I… gave it to you…What are you gonna do with it?"
Joker continued to gaze at you from behind his heavy black eyelids as his mouth twitched into a crooked grin, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest.
"Mm don't worry, baby doll, I'll take good care of it."
The rest of the world, far behind his alluring stare, came rushing in when the car door opened. His hand dropped from your chin and you sucked in a gasp as you were pulled from the backseat and left standing out on the sidewalk. Then the door shut, and the car quickly pulled away. Blinking your eyes and catching your breath, you turned around to see your apartment building behind you, a brick and mortar reminder of your life outside of his gaze. It felt strange, the twinge of disappointment in your stomach when you saw it, that pervasive thrill suddenly swept out of you. After all of that, he just left you there alone. Alone with your thoughts, your tears drying on your face.
You tried to wash it off, but it was still there. His scent. It clung to your skin and seeped into your pores. You couldn't escape it, it filled your nose, invaded your mind. But did you really want to wash it off? Guilt has a way of weighing so heavy, but you let it fall from your shoulders with barely a second thought. That invading scent. Gasoline, sweat, greasepaint, smoke. It reached down to your bones and moved your muscles, carrying you further away from what you once knew was rational. Now you couldn't tell, it was difficult to recognize.
Was that what was happening? A slow descent into the depths? You were walking that thin line between self-control and wild, reckless submission to the depravity you were always hungry for. You were hungry for it and hunger can do powerful things. You had to put a stop to this, but you didn't know how.
The sun had long since disappeared below the horizon when you stepped out of the bathroom to slip on a pair of panties and pulled an oversized t-shirt over your head. You'd forced yourself to get up from your bed where you laid for hours, staring at the ceiling as your thoughts swirled relentlessly in your head. Your shower had done little to clear your mind as you hoped it would. It seemed as though your mind would never be clear again. The best you could do was to try to distract yourself. But it also seemed that would be an impossibility as well.
Just after your thumb pressed the button on your tv remote, there he was.
An image of his paint-smeared face filled the screen. He was speaking. You gradually put the remote down and made your way to the couch to lower yourself onto the cushions, your eyes glued to the tv. All it took was a few seconds of his voice, his face, and you were deaf and blind to anything else.
"Batman must take off his mask and turn himself in. Oh, and everyday he doesn't, people will die. Starting tonight. I'm a man of my worr-d."
His laugh, it reached down to your bones. The sound rang in your ears and set your nerves on fire. Your body froze and air ceased to move through your lungs until he was gone as soon as he'd appeared.
You flinched and sucked in a breath when the footage cut to a news reporter, bringing you back into the room from wherever you'd just been. Slowly, it was as if cotton was pulled from your ears and you sank from the cushion down onto the floor as you listened what the reporter was saying.
"If you're just joining us now, this afternoon we received footage of what appears to be a threat from the criminal known only as 'the Joker' directly addressing Gotham's own infamous vigilante, 'Batman'. He has demanded that the masked outlaw turn himself in and, until he does, has threatened to carry out acts of murder in unknown numbers," the reporter said as a breaking news banner scrolled across the bottom of the screen. "His targets have yet to be named but the first victim has been identified as Gotham resident Brian Douglas, known for his improvised attempts at civilian law enforcement impersonating Batman in several incidents across the city. His body was found hanging from a rope off of City Hall's roof, directly in front of the window to the Mayor's office, late this morning."
As he spoke, a recording of the phony Batman being lowered onto the ground, surrounded by paramedics and a crowd of onlookers, played on screen. Your heart jumped into your throat and your stomach dropped like a stone. You had to swallow back the wave of nausea that resulted from seeing footage of the scene you'd fled just that morning. It made you dizzy. It felt as though you were about to plunge into the same murky waters of guilt and panic as you did earlier. But you didn't. The pressure in your chest started to fade and you caught your breath.
"Updates on the situation are ongoing and will be relayed as soon as they are received but residents have been advised to stay in their homes and avoid traveling alone until police gain more information. This man is presumed to be armed and he is dangerous."
That feeling in your chest, it faded and something else was growing in its place.
That man's screams, Joker's voice, the sound of his laughter. You couldn't be sure if it was all staged but that was a lie, and you knew it. It was only your mind's attempt at rationalizing what you'd seen, reducing down from what it really was. He didn't hesitate to end a life if it benefitted him. You'd seen the body, you know he killed that man and now everyone in Gotham knew about it. But after what happened in the car earlier, you couldn't look past it anymore. They called him a criminal. A dangerous criminal. You couldn't look past it, but it didn't stop you. There was no denying the feeling you got when you thought about it. You were fucking Gotham's most wanted man. You were fucking him, and it was beyond anything you'd experienced before. The filthy nature of it was part of its appeal, wasn't it? It was dirty, profane, wicked, devious. He manipulated you and you loved it. He knew you loved it.
Your breath grew faster, and tingles ran down your back, carrying with them that familiar heat in your core. The fact that he's killed people… it made you want him to take control of you even more. The thought of it made your throat tighten but there was no rejecting it. That look in his eyes. The danger, his indifference toward his own power to snuff out someone's entire reality, it ignited something primal in you. This man, this deadly enigma, you brought him pleasure. You felt it suddenly swell up inside you, some desperate need to hear him groan. You wanted to hear it. And you wanted to be the one to make him do it. Heat traveled up your neck from your chest and into your cheeks. It was wrong, so wrong. But you wanted it. You really wanted it and it was insatiable. You grabbed the bottom of your t-shirt and squeezed it in your fists. It was too much, you couldn't argue with yourself anymore. You didn't want to avoid it. You wanted to accept it, maybe even embrace it. But you couldn't. You had to stop before things got even further out of control.
Then your door suddenly opened, making you jump where you sat on the floor in front of your couch, accompanied by a small yelp. Your muscles tightened and your eyes widened when you saw him, suddenly pulling you out of your thoughts and back into the room.
Joker casually shut and locked the door behind him, as if his intrusion was a completely normal thing to do, like you were expecting him. He pulled off his gloves before letting his coat and jacket slide off of his shoulders to land with a heavy clunk on the floor. Then he stretched out his jaw, wincing slightly when it made a popping sound before shaking his head and strolling into your living room. You watched him walk right past you to flop onto your couch, letting out a sigh and unbuttoning his vest for it to lay open before dropping his head back and stretching out his arms to rest along the back of the couch. It was like dream. Was he even here? Are you seeing things now?
Your mouth hung open slightly in confusion as you stared at him, everything you'd just been wrestling with yourself about nearly completely forgotten. Like a switch just went off in your brain. He acted as though he was blissfully unaware that you were even there.
You slowly sat up and turned toward him, keeping your eyes on him to see if he'd react to you moving but he just sat there with his eyes closed. Maybe you were seeing things. You couldn't even hear the tv anymore as you watched his face, his eyes closed, and expression softened. His chest moved slowly with his breath. It seemed like he was really there, but you still weren't convinced. Carefully, you reached out toward him and a flutter ran through your chest when your fingers brushed against his shoe before quickly pulling your hand back. You weren't imaging this.
Why was he here? Acting like you weren't even there, nonetheless. Was this some kind of game? Like a test?
You shifted your gaze over to his coat lying on your floor. You knew there must have been a plethora of weapons stashed within its pockets. Was that supposed to be bait? There weren't many places left in the suit to hide weapons without it. Was he testing you to see if you'd look for a knife in his coat, put an end to this yourself? But he knew he didn't need weapons to overpower you. You were also quite sure he knew you didn't want any of this to end.
You could try to figure out what he was up to all you want, but you knew you'd likely be wrong. And you couldn't help but notice the opportunity that was being presented to you. You looked back to Joker, his head still rested against the back of the couch. Then your eyes traveled down to his lap. The bulge in his pants steadily rose and fell with his breath and a sudden jolt of goosebumps traveled down your back before making your core tingle. Your face flushed warm and you felt your blood pumping faster. That curiosity, that need to elicit passion, to show him what you could do to him. It was pulling you in. You needed to feel something other than the vicious beating of your heart. You needed to feel his heat. You told yourself you can't keep doing this. But hunger can do powerful things.
Silently getting up onto your knees, you moved to kneel between his legs, your head swimming with a ravenous arousal that made your belly tight and your thoughts become hazy. Your eyes darted up to his face once more before looking at the button on his pants and sooner than you could change your mind, you carefully reached for it.
Joker flinched when your fingers rested on his waistband and you stopped. He lifted his head, and you felt his eyes on you. Your heart beat even faster, and you froze before slowly looking up at him. He blinked at you, his eyes dark and focused but the rest of his face expressionless. His hands remained where they were on the back of the couch and he didn't move. You stared back at him for a moment, feeling your face grow hotter. He was waiting, waiting to see what you'd do. Now you had to show him.
Your fingers held on to the button and slowly slid it through. You looked up at him to see his expression unchanged before bringing your gaze back to your trembling hands. That searing heat was radiating off of him and his breaths were becoming faster, deeper, as you gripped the zipper and slowly pulled it down. He didn't hide his body's reactions to what you were doing, the excitement you were causing. His heart was beating faster, sweat collecting on his skin, blood rushing in his veins. It was you having this effect on him. A surge of excitement pushed you to reach your hand into his pants where your fingers brushed against his cock. Your breath hitched and his body stiffened. You didn't move, your hand in his pants as you slowly lifted your eyes again to look at his face.
He looked back at you with heavy eyelids, still not moving where he sat. His expression hadn't changed… or had it? His brow looked heavier, his eyes even more intense than they were before, his jaw was clenched. He was holding himself back. Was he keeping himself from stopping you? Or maybe from launching himself forward to take you himself right there on the floor? Either way, you were going to show him what you could do. If this was a contest, you wanted to win. You knew you couldn't stay away. Your stomach fluttered, and you kept eye contact with him as you wrapped your fingers around his cock. You tried to steady your breath as you felt him in your hand, growing harder as you gripped it, the muscle in his temple tensing and his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. Then you pulled it out of his pants, the sight of it making your core ache. His lips parted and he held his breath for a moment before slowly letting it out. Your heart still pounding, you kept your eyes on his and wet your lips before opening your mouth and leaning over him to lower it onto his cock.
A low sound rumbled in his chest and his lap shifted beneath you as you felt him on your tongue. The sound he made, the way he tasted, the way he felt in your mouth, it took you over, your skin growing hotter and your mind foggy with desire. You wanted to hear more. You stuck your tongue out to lick down his shaft as you took more of him into your mouth before bringing your head back up to close your lips around the tip. His chest swelled with heavy breath and the sound of his groan reached your ears as he bucked his hips toward you. Exhilaration rose even higher into your chest, egging you on, and you lowered your mouth over his cock again, swallowing around it and taking as much of him as you could until it reached the back of your throat. His thighs tensed and you felt his fingers tangle in your hair on the back of your head to keep you there as he groaned louder. You wouldn't have been able to stop if you wanted to, drunk on lust and desperate to lure out more filthy noises. He huffed as you gripped the fabric of his pants and moved up and down, sucking and swirling your tongue on his cock as it twitched in your mouth, eliciting out a long, drawn-out growl.
Your own breath was heavy now, pulling air in through your nose that carried his rousing scent. Up and down, deeper toward your throat as a pleased hum hung in the air. Suddenly he bucked his hips harder, pushing himself to the back of your throat. You nearly choked and barely held your gag back, not yet recovered when he did it again, bringing tears to your eyes. This only intensified your need to show him you could take it and you brought your lips down to the hilt, holding it there while he let out a throaty growl and you moaned around his cock.
Then the small sound of a click and the feeling of something hard pressed against your temple called out to you, bringing you up to the surface from the reverie you'd been letting yourself drown in and you took a sharp breath in through your nose as he hushed you.
"Shhh, shush shush. Now it's my turn to play a game, sweet cheeks."
You froze and opened your eyes with his dick still in your mouth, unable to move from where he held your head in place between his legs and you tried to steady your hands that still clutched his pants.
He grunted and tightened his grip on your hair before he growled, "The name of the game is don't stop."
You wanted to get upset. You should be afraid. This isn't what was supposed to happen. You let your desires take over after everything you've been through and end up with a gun to your head? You told yourself to put a stop to this. But dizzying reminders of everything you've done with him ran wildly through your mind, like it was begging you to consider the promise of wicked satisfaction that could await you. Knives, blood, heavy breaths, teeth on your skin, his knee between your thighs, the heat that burned in your core when his lips brushed you ear. This was something of a next step in the self-indulgent thrill seeking you've been craving since the beginning. It was wrong, yes. But did that really matter?
Goosebumps prickled your arms and with a ragged breath, you lowered you mouth and hollowed your cheeks to continue sucking on him. His body rose up to meet you and a guttural moan vibrated in his throat, bringing back the familiar tingle between your legs as your heart continued to race. The rush of blood pounded in your ears when you let it in, that willingness to let go. This is what you wanted after all, to give in. A sharp sting at your temple reminded you what was there, and your fists tightened as you let yourself devour him. It pushed you further, harder, driving you to bring him to the edge just as he dangled you over his own. His grunts and twitches grew more erratic, your lips now swollen and plump around his cock as he tugged on your hair and pressed the barrel of the gun harder against your temple. Then it was gone.
You suddenly felt yourself being lifted up off of the floor and he popped out of your mouth when he pulled you up onto the couch and over his lap. Your wide eyes met his for only a moment before his fingers tugged your panties to the side and he brought you down onto his hardened cock, wet with your saliva.
His lips slammed against yours and you breathed a needy moan into his mouth as he let you sink down, stretching you, reaching deeper before pulling you closer, rocking his hips. He released your mouth to let your shameless cries be heard as he thrusted upwards, reaching your sensitive spot. Your jaw dropped and your hands flew up to grab on to his shoulders as you gasped, the abrupt pressure inside you overwhelming your senses.
"The name of this game is enjoy the ri-de, doll face," he panted with a grin on his face.
Then his warm hands slid beneath your t-shirt and moved from your waist, up your sides, and to your chest to caress your breasts. Another thrust of his pelvis and you let out an open-mouthed moan toward the ceiling as he growled. That sound. It made your chest flutter, your pounding heart feeling lighter. It compelled you to move your body, pushing you to roll your hips down toward his lap. Suddenly, he stopped moving, his hands sliding back down to your waist. His eyes rolled back, and his head tilted upwards as he grunted, a smile stretching across his face.
"Mmmm that's right, sweetheart. Show me what you've got," he purred.
He dropped his chin to lock eyes with you, his tongue running along his lip, and a fire burned within your belly like it never had before. It swelled into your chest and up your back, burning your skin as every little hair stood on end. He kept completely still as he watched you curl your lower lip between your teeth. You realized you'd never been on top of him like this before. Your head was swimming, flooded with a euphoria you couldn't describe as you focused on how good it felt, his hands on you, his cock deep in your cunt. It left no room for guilt. You were doing this again, you knew you shouldn't, but you no longer had the capacity to honor any promises you made to yourself. It filled you with some sinful, indecent confidence that made you want to do exactly as he said. Enjoy the ride.
You moved your hands from his shoulders to grip the bottom of your t-shirt, keeping your eyes on his before pulling it over your head and dropping it onto the floor behind you. His eyes traveled down your chest as his rose and fell heavily. He continued to keep still, until you took a breath and rolled your hips again. His grin returned and a chuckle rumbled in his throat before his hands made their way back to your chest. A whine had barely escaped your mouth when he leaned forward to run his tongue over your nipple and took it into his mouth. You groaned, gripping his shirt before you pulled back and drove yourself downward onto his cock once more. He growled, his jaw dropping and eyes locking with yours once again. His eyes always stirred something inside you. You didn't always understand what it was. Fear, veneration, lust, dread? Maybe all of it. That desperate need. That inexplicable want to take hold of him and fuck him. To show him that you belong to him. A dangerous criminal.
You let it all go. You thrusted, rolled your hips, cried out in pleasure, your jaw dropped, your fists curled tight around his collar. You let yourself show him. He groaned at the writhing of your pelvis on top of his, running one hand over your chest before resting it in a slight grip around your neck. You hummed at the feeling of his hand at your throat, holding that power he had over you just within reach, reminding you.
The heat between you only grew hotter as you bucked your hips, chasing more of that delicious friction, grinding your clit against him while he watched you with fire in his eyes, his hand around your throat. That look in his eyes. He watched you like you were his own private show. You took heavy breaths and let your hands wander up from the back of his neck to lace your fingers into his hair, locking your eyes with his. The tight coil within your belly was insatiable, ravenous for the pressure you fed it as you worked your thighs, burying him deep inside you, gasping and groaning. Then he suddenly lifted his hips to meet you, forcing his cock deeper and the air from your lungs. A switchblade clicked next to your ear before the cool blade grazed your hip, a sharp breath rushing in through your mouth at the sting of its edge breaching your skin. He pulled the blade up to snap the waistband of your panties before moving his hand from your throat the grip the other side, cutting the thin fabric and tearing the garment away from your body.
Your fingers curled into tight fists in his hair, pulling on the green strands as his hands gripped your hips again, thumbs digging into the soft flesh. A sound that made your heart flutter furiously vibrated in his throat before he drove himself into you, hard, his arms flexing as he forced you down onto him. You couldn't hear anything but the noise from your own mouth, your body wrapped in raw satisfaction as you bounced roughly on his lap. Your pleads, whines, cries for more flowed freely on your breath to mix with his guttural groans while is head tilted back, his brow furrowed, and jaw dropped. The tighter you gripped, pulling his hair taught against his scalp, the harder he bucked into you with wordless encouragement. You were balanced on the piercing edge of your release, so close to plunging into that sharp rush of euphoria. The kind of euphoria that only comes from this, this filthy indulgence, this toxic seduction. It compelled you, whispered in your ear, to pull hard enough to jerk his head back, to lean forward and latch your mouth onto his neck.
Running your tongue over the warm marks you left with your teeth, you could feel the low groan that vibrated in his throat. His bruising hold on your waist, the taste of the marks in his skin, it sent you over the edge. Your core clenched around his cock as it pulsed inside of you and your body stiffened over top of him while an eruption of flaming pleasure overtook your body, burning you, consuming you as your back arched and your eyes rolled back.
Your lungs desperately pulled air into your chest and the sweat on your skin sent a chill down your back as the ripples of carnal satisfaction slowed and your muscles released their tension. Joker's chest heavily rose and fell beneath you where you'd collapsed on his chest, letting your eyelids flutter closed. The room suddenly felt so quiet, but you could hear something in the background. The tv was still on.
"Breaking news this evening, we've received word that police commissioner Gillian Loeb has been pronounced dead tonight after paramedics were unable to revive him in his office."
Your eyes snapped open and you quickly sat up, whipping your head around to look at the screen.
"The county coroner's office has just begun its investigation and have not released any details at this time, however, it is presumed that his sudden death is linked to the threat made by the Joker just hours ago. How access to his office was gained is unknown, but detectives in the major crimes unit were notified that traces of his DNA were found on a Joker card pinned to the body of Brian Douglas found only this morning."
Your heart began to race again, and your eyes widened before you turned back around to see Joker's crooked smirk looking back at you.