AN: Sorry for the long wait. I finally have my stories and internet access in the same place, for just a brief moment. So, I have uploaded the new chapter. I really cannot remember if this chapter has changed much. I do believe it has, but with how long it has been, it could be exactly the same as it was beforehand. I am getting internet next month, so I am hoping I will have this up and running. I don't even know if I have anything new added to this story from the last time it was posted. Review and let me know what you think! And to let me know if your still interested!

Chapter 5: Punishment & Feelings

Rae whimpered as the van jerked to a halt, Joker's grip on her arm brutal as he dragged her out of the vehicle. He dragged her into the warehouse and up the stairs, ignoring her whimpers of pain at his rough handling, coming to his bedroom.

He threw open the door, tossing her in and letting her fall onto the shaggy green carpet, kicking the door behind him and locking it with a key. Rae watched with wide eyes as he paced in front of her, flinching every time he shot a glare her way.

She watched with confusion as Joker started to curse, rubbing his temple and mumbling under his breath about a stupid headache. He shot a glare her way again, his eyes glazed over with anger and what looked like pain. She started to panic as he removed his jacket, revealing just his green shirt and purple vest.

"Please, I'm sorry," she begged, trying to scoot back with her bond hands as he advanced on her.

"Oh, you will be," he said angrily, grabbing a handful of her black hair. "Bozo!"

"Yes, sir?" A voice sounded from the other side of the doorway.

"Fetch me the video camera and tripod," he ordered, a smirk playing on his lips as Rae's eyes widened.

"No, please don't-." Rae screamed as he yanked her up by her hair, tears rolling down her cheeks as he caught her around her waist.

He stood behind her, one arm wrapped around her waist and one hand still fisted in her midnight hair, jerking her head back. He stared down into her face, angry at her as he felt a small amount of sympathy for her. His grip on her hair tightened, making her whimper. He was not going to let her stir up these emotions; he will not allow it to happen.

"You tried to escape," he whispered angrily, dragging her to the doorway as there was a knock on the door. "This is your punishment."

He unlocked the door and grabbed the camera equipment. Without acknowledging his henchman, he slammed the door back shut. Rae watched in panic as he set up the equipment, pointing it towards the bed as he turned it on.

"Please, don't do this," she cried, struggling to release herself from the grip on her hair. "I won't do it again."

"Oh, once I'm done with you I doubt you will ever think of leaving me again," he laughed as he walked to the bed and threw her on top of it.

Rae ended up face down on the comforter, mouth full of her dark hair as she felt him behind her. She shrieked, trying to wrestle away as she felt him sliding her dress up from the slits on the side.

"Don't, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she sobbed, mumbling and apologizing as she felt him pushing up against her.

The Joker laughed, leaning over her as he whispered in her ear.

"I am going to break you," he whispered, his warm breath fanning her face, "You are going to beg for mercy before I'm done with you and your brother is going to see the whole thing," He hissed darkly in her ear with a chuckle.

Rae screamed in pain as he entered her from behind, thrusting hard within her. He held the front of her body down against the mattress, practically smothering her. She sobbed as he wrapped an arm around her waist, rising her lower body up so that her bottom was up in the air. She struggled with the pain from this position, his thrusts penetrating her further than they ever had.

She pleaded and begged for him to stop, telling him how much it hurt and that she would never try to escape again. He grunted, ignoring her pleads as he pounded away in her until he came. He wasted no time in flipping her onto her back and entering his already hard cock into her again.

He stared down into her tear strained face, realizing how much her begging and crying turned him on at this moment. He pounded away in her, closing his eyes as he let the feel of her surround him. She felt so good, so tight and warm.

He knew that she couldn't have been with many men before him; she had been no virgin when he had taken her and she wouldn't be with anyone else ever again. The young woman screamed as he started ripping the dress from her body, leaving her bare to his gaze. He withdrew his pocket knife from his pants, watching as her eyes went wide and she tried struggling away.

He leaned down over her, his weight holding most of her body immobile as he pressed the blade to her chest, continuing to thrust into her, more slowly this time as he concentrated on craving her skin. He ignored her screams and cries as he craved the J into her skin. Once he put the bloody knife down and took in the mark, he felt his breath quickening.

"Now all will know you belong to me."

She was his, all his and always would be. She belonged to him. He bent down and roughly captured her lips with his. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she fought to turn her face away, his teeth digging into her lips as he came within her.

She cried out as he released her mouth from his painful punishment. He pulled out of her, his cock hardening instantly. He moved back from her and she thought he was done and she gave a sigh of relief.

"I am in no way done with you," Joker chuckled, pushing her onto her knees in front of him. "take me into your mouth."

Rae gasped and shook her head, looking towards the camera, as he gripped her hair and pulled her forward.

"No please, I've never done-." She gagged as he shoved his cock into her mouth by pushing her head forward.

"Don't bite me or you'll regret it," he warned, his eyes narrowed on her for a moment before he started thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she attempted to move away, her bound hands making everything difficult for her. She didn't have to do anything; he just kept the rhythm up by thrusting his hips, her mouth going up and down on him. Joker groaned as he sped up, pushing himself almost to the hilt, choking her, as he came in her mouth.

"Swallow it all," he ordered, laughing as he kept his cock in her mouth, making her swallow his semen.

Tears flood down her face as he threw her back onto the bed, already entering her abused body. He continued to abuse her this way all night long and they both eventually forgot about the camera watching them. Joker forgot because of his lust and she forgot because he broke her, piece by piece.

The two watched from the side lines as Bruce threw a chair across the room. Rachel jumped as it collided with a window, bringing her thoughts back to when she had been held out a shattered window.

"I shouldn't have said anything," Rachel whispered to Alfred as they continued to watch Bruce in his anger. "He could have gotten Rae back."

"It's not your fault, Ms. Dawes," Alfred stated, taking her hand into his. "I saw something very disturbing about the criminal. The way he looked at Ms. Wayne, he is obsessed with her. I believe so much that he would die to keep her."

Rachel's eyes looked up at him in shock.

"Die to keep her? You think he would die for her?"

Alfred stole a glance to his young master, noticing that he had stopped throwing things and was now sitting on the couch breathing harshly.

"We have told no one, but Master Wayne received a video from this Joker. A very disturbing video, of him doing intimate things to Ms. Wayne," he whispered, watching as Rachel's expression changed to shock, disgust, and then anger.

"That bastard! He sent a video tape of him raping her?!"

Alfred nodded.

"It was quite disturbing. He boasted and gleefully staked a claim on her."

"Staked a claim on her? She isn't some sort of-."

"Enough Rachel!"

The two turned to see Bruce looking at them. Rachel's eyes started to water as she stared into his brown eyes, watching as one tear and then another slid down his face.

"I let him get away," he whispered, his voice breaking, "I let him take her away again. She is so scared and I let him take her!"

Rachel walked forward, wrapping her arms around him.

"Shush, I know Bruce, I know," she whispered, holding him as he cried.

"The look on her face, she was counting on me Rachel," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her small waist and burying his head in her stomach. "I let her down, she was counting on me and I let her down…"

Alfred watched the two friends, a sad smile on his face. They had lost Rae for the moment, but Master Wayne and Ms. Dawes were coming together again. He quietly slipped away as the two adults gently kissed each other, their arms still wrapped around the other.

He stared down at the young woman, looking at all the damage he had done to her. It wasn't any worse than anything he's already done to her, but it was still disturbing. He amazingly hadn't hit her at all this time, so there were no bruises from that, but there were several bruises in the form of hand prints from when he grabbed her and groped her; mainly done to her thighs and breasts.

If he hadn't been wearing his gloves still, he was sure that if the cops ever got a hold on her that they would have been able to get finger prints from the bruises. They were dark and nasty. There were more teeth marks all over her body, his face paint everywhere as well.

He sighed, dunking the washcloth in his hand into a bowl of warm water. He grimaced at the whimper from the unconscious woman as he started to gently cleanse the small, but deep, wound of his initial on her breast. After cleaning the wound, he applied a bandage over the cut.

It will do what he expects it to do, it will scar her and everyone would know she belonged to him. He had feelings for this woman, strong feelings. He didn't know what they were. At first he thought it was just lust, but he still had her, so it had to be more. He could pick any woman off the streets for mere lust. No, he wanted this woman, need this woman.

Anyone who tried taking her from him would meet the other end of his knife. Staring down at her, he had the urge to touch her skin. He slowly removed a purple glove from his hand. His hand shook as he reached forward, touching her arm softly.

Her skin was smooth and flawless, except for her new scar of course. He closed his eyes, burying his hand in her silky black hair, feeling the softness and thickness of her dark hair. He opened his eyes, pulling his hand away as the young woman whimpered at his touch, pulling the glove back on.

He stood, walking out of the room and closing the door with one last look to the bed. He locked the door, leaning his back against it as he closed his eyes. He didn't know what was happening to him. He was losing the will to hurt the woman. Every time after he hurt her, he started to feel a little ashamed, the shame getting greater with each time.

He was here to create chaos and he would not stop. He was not going to let her change his mind. He growled in annoyance and pain as a sharp pain pierced his skull, almost making him buckle to his knees, grasping the wall to keep himself steady. He fumbled in his coat, taking out a prescription bottle and popping a couple of the pain killers into his mouth. These piercing headaches were always a source of pain to him.

"Hey boss, the pizza guy just came," a thug announced from down the hallway, his voice grating his ears, "you want me to bring it up?"

Not trusting his aim with his precious knife at the moment, he removed a pistol from his pocket and shot the man, hitting him in the throat.

"I will get it myself," he said, walking over the thug as he gurgled on his own blood. "Someone clean this mess up."

The Joker was feeling better now as his headache started dissipating, whistling a tune as he walked down the stairs.