Her lip split again and blood began to trickle into her mouth, dyeing her teeth a light shade of rusted red. Eva's breath hissed through her teeth, she had ceased her struggling. All she could do was stare up at him as he exacted his rage. A soft buzzing began to fill her ears, reminiscent of a tattoo machine, it was as if it softened the intensity of the blows. The sound retained a numbing quality and Eva road it until the hitting subsided.
Once it stopped, she licked her lips of the blood and continued to stare at Joker. This was not the first time that she had been close enough to take in the detail of his eyes. They were cut glass, empty and cold. They held no true emotion, if anything they mimicked the feelings of others. It was unnerving and snaring, in that moment, Eva found that she couldn't look away from him. Even as the blood from her lip soaked into her tongue, and her body relinquished a dull ache. Pain was no longer a side effect of Eva being in his presence. At this point, it was becoming a state of being. Smirking, Joker caressed her cheek and ran his thumb over her split lip "You, you think I like hitting you?"
She blinked slowly, lethargically after a minute of silence, Eva nodded. He liked hurting people, it was probably the only way he could feel. It brought the sane down to his level, it was the only way he seemed capable of communicating. Licking his lips, he brought his head down to her and pressed his forehead to hers "You're right…"
He giggled like a child and pecked her on the lips. The action received no response, no retaliation. His eyes bore into hers and it was then Eva realized that she was still wearing her ratty bathrobe. Her eyes wandered as she took in Joker's position, but they remained half lidded, feigning disinterest. Taking note of this, Joker ran a free hand up her bare leg, it slowed and came to rest on the outer part of her thigh until his fingers tapped on the black laced J. Eva looked back up at him, her mouth twitched as he brought his hand further up her thigh, until his was caressing her bare hip "Such beautiful skin."
His fingers brushed deliberately across her navel. Eva's heart began to race, but she kept still and focused her attention on the glass irises that cracked in a challenging smirk "I never liked the idea of tattoos… I mean…Hehe!"
He threw out his other hand as he sat astride her "You don't see ink on Adonis…!"
Bringing his hand back down to her cheek, his other hand moved upward from her navel "You wouldn't graffiti the work of Francis Bacon or Rick Barto. They're perfection…."
He purred as his lips ghosted across hers. Eva was familiar with the work of Bacon, his paintings were gruesome, haunting in their graphic nature. She did not doubt that Barto (an artist that was unfamiliar to her) would be any different. Joker's hand continued on its path up her body until his fingers rested in the valley between her breasts. It felt like Eva's heart was beating hard enough to shatter the bones of her rib cage. He smiled down at her, knowing exactly how scared she was. He stroked the flesh between her breasts down to her navel. Had the sensation been imparted by a partner that Eva had consented to, it might have been considered sensual, but she refused to allow herself that area of mental asylum "Then, why do you want tattoos?"
At long last, Eva had found her voice. It came out hushed, cracking around the edges. Joker paused his strokes and then withdrew his hand. Eva breathed freely as he rolled over and splayed himself on the floor next to her, he extended his arm and pulled her to him until her head rest on his chest. Nestling his face into her hair, he took a deep breath "Ahh, remember Bird boy?
Eva had to think for a minute, she couldn't recall any particular heroes with that name. Suddenly it hit her "You're talking about Robin?"
She had heard the stories, hell, she'd seen the kid a couple times. Eva caught glimpses of a red suited teenager traversing the fire escapes a few blocks from her apartment. Sightings had grown nonexistent a while ago, rumor had it that something horrible happened to him. Joker rubbed her arm "Annoying little shit, no respect, no class!"
Eva's hands became shaking fists as realization dawned on her. So something worse than horrible had happened to that kid "You killed him?"
He laughed, his teeth catching the light from the street lamps outside "Taught him a lesson in manners! And BOOM!"
Joker clapped his hands and continued to laugh. Eva closed her eyes and took a shaky breath "Oh Eva, Evelina, sweet cheeks, you should have seen it!"
She could see it, Eva had enough of an imagination to create an entire scene. Robin, Batman's sidekick, a fucking kid, tied up, his body broken and bloody. An explosion of flames and an ear shattering blast consuming him "And, Bats, oh Bats wasn't too pleased with me…"
He turned and flashed his silver capped teeth at her "Put me in a body cast for 6 months."
Eva had heard about that, Joker's lack of activity last year had been noticed by the media. Though, the pursuit of truth wasn't enough for them to push getting into Arkham in order to see what become of the city's top gangster. Not to mention the fact that the sudden ornamentation of Joker's teeth hadn't gone unnoticed "So that's what happened to your teeth."
She couldn't stop herself from stating the obvious fact, if anything it gave her a feeling of joy knowing that Joker had received a lasting punishment for killing a child. The smile vanished for a second. He eyed her "Haven't smiled an honest smile since he….Knocked em out."
He pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her forehead "Then I found you!"
Curse that fucking day "The way your draw mouths, perfection!"
Joker forced her to look at him as he pressed his forehead to hers "You can give me a new smile. Won't be the real thing, but it'll do."
Eva grit her teeth as his fingers danced on the smiling lips of Conrad Veidt that ran the expanse of her lower arm. She cringed as he brought her arm up and kissed the ink up to her shoulder until he reached her lips. He forced his lips onto her hers and refused to remove them until she accepted and responded to his affections. All this went on while his hand reached for the trademark J that he has cut into her skin. His fingernails dug into the stitches, and he strummed and plucked at the surgical thread. Even in the wake of affection, he was punishing her, as if he knew that she had internally thought he deserved having his perfect teeth knocked out.
(Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving to all of my faithful and lovely readers. No matter how you spend it, either with family and friends, or quietly as an evening to yourself, I hope the holiday finds you well. Tonight after I get back from a work meeting about pie pick up protocol (I work in a bakery/café so you can imagine what that will be like the day before Thanksgiving), I'll come home and get started on making an Bailey's Irish Cream pie.)