Authors Note:

Okay.

SMUT ALERT!

Well, the next chapter will be worse..

...but chapter has A LOT of sexual suggestions,

so if you don't like those.

Don't Read!

Chapter 3:

My eyes froze into a solid form. His words terrified me…intoxicated me…excited me. I turned my head away from his lips and when he noticed how uncomfortable I felt, he stifled a small giggle, licked his bottom lip slowly and held my head in place. His black eyes drowned me, as a smirk played upon his lips, before he asked "Awww…what's the matter, pumpkin?"

His firm hold of me became weaker, as he continued to stare into my eyes, while my lip began to tremble. I don't know if I was scared, nervous, or too excited to even breathe. But I know one thing for certain, I was not breathing at that moment. His wide smile grew larger as his hot breath flew directly into my face when he asked, "Does it scare…you? Hmm? My scars?"

I took a deep breath in, gasped and then tried to shake my head as much as I could. His hands cuffed the sides of my neck, which made the movement strict, and rigid. The reflection from the bright lights above shined in his eyes, as he asked with a fake, shocked expression "No? Th-they…don't-t?"

He paused for a second, to flick out his tongue towards my bottom lip. As the wet impact hit my flesh, I almost jumped backwards, my legs rubbing against the carpet beneath me…trembling as he giggled and flicked his tongue over my bottom lip once again. The Joker looked down at my legs and how they were still wavering. An evil grin appeared upon his lips, before he muttered, while looking down at my now, bra covered chest "I told you…next time it will be your pants."

His gloved hands rubbed the material against my thighs before he moved back onto the carpet and started to shuffle the cards once again. My breathing finally became steady, as I watched the Clown Prince of Crime deal out the cards once again. I bit my bottom lip and stuttered "I-I..st-still…want to see yo-your….face." He giggled at that and ran one hand of his through his blond-green hair, as his eyes bounced across my figure "Hmmm…."

I shook my head, as I picked up my cards to peer at them. A king and a queen…I smiled and then whispered…gaining some of my confidence back "No…your real face. Your make-up less face." He grinned wildly at me, as he dropped the other three cards down onto the rug facing up. They were a jack, a ten and a nine." I covered up my big grin with my hands, as he looked at his cards and spoke softly "How about we raise…ugh...the stakes?"

I looked down at the cards at my hand again, and nodded waiting for his bargain "If you win…I'll let you see me…only, though…if you wash it off yourself." I nodded, the deal didn't seem that bad. He licked his lips, chuckled and continued "But, Princess. If I win….I get to…ugh…tie you up…" he paused, and I smiled, well it wasn't that bad. He continued "…naked…"

What? Naked? Was he being serious? He breathed deeply and continued "In front of one of the biggest buildings in Goth-am…and I get to do whatever I want with you…until the cops pay us a little visit." I breathed in and out and looked down at my card hand…a straight… but was such a good hand worth what he was asking me to do?

Well…he was asking me to get tied up…naked…. in the middle of all those people. He'd probably be an animal…okay. Yes. It was worth it. I giggled at my thoughts, as I whispered in a husky voice "Get ready to take it off." As I finished, I realized it had a bit of a double meaning and my face flushed a ripe tomato color.

The Joker placed down his cards to reveal…. what? Only a 2 and 5…well that was nothing. Why in the blue hell would he raise the stakes so much? Oh well…I had won. I showed my hand to him and he…. very dramatically sighed and muttered "Ahhhh…gosh darn it!"

Was he mocking me? Did he want to lose? His hands sliding up my stomach, towards my chest, interrupted my thoughts. He laced my black bra with his fingers before saying in a less dramatic tone "Well, I guess I have to pay up-p." Something about his voice seemed premeditated…planned…. fake.

He got up and stood in front of me, while removing his infamous purple jacket. He licked his bottom lip and removed his gloves, while saying "Well, get up." I watched him cautiously and he giggled while saying "I like your…. stubbornness, beautiful." He eyed me before reaching out his hand wanting to help me up. I nodded and grabbed onto his hand…waiting for the cold to strike it viscously. But, surprisingly…his hand was very warm.

He pulled me up, and pushed me violently, so he could be behind me. He covered my eyes and whispered into my ear as he pushed me forward "Let's go get your reward." I gulped as my feet walked into the direction he pushed me in. One of his hands remained on both of my eyes, while his other hand reached somewhere else, and beneath my feet the texture changed, it was now wood. We keep walking, that same way and from time to time he would hum in my ear…a very familiar song…but I just couldn't pin point what it was.

Abruptly, my shoes landed upon a smooth service and then a click was heard before the Joker removed his hand from my eyes. I blinked a few times to get used to the lighting before I could actually see what was around me. My eyes grew wide as I realized that this was a bathroom…a bathroom…with a bathtub in it. I cleared my throat, as the Joker made sure the door was locked and then he whistled and looked in my direction to see my gaze still locked on the bathtub.

He chuckled as I stated "A bathroom." I paused and continued "A bathtub." The Joker turned on the faucet to the bathtub, before saying "Very good, Sherlock Holmes. Now, what other mysteries can you solve?" I shook my head and remembered the game and my wager and I began to say angrily "No! I won! You are supposed to remove your make up! Not…. whatever the hell it is you are doing!"

The Joker chuckled and started to unbutton his vest, while saying huskily "Ohhh…save that feistiness for the tub." I gasped at him and began to stare, as he removed his vest fully and then began working on his shirt. He giggled at me and then said "Listen, pumpkin. This is how we are going to be removing my…mask. You agreed. You agreed to wash it off…. I just didn't happen to mention how you would be washing it off."

My face flushed red at the thought of me washing the Joker. I mean…. how bizarre is that? I didn't even think he took baths! I turned back to look at him, to see that his shirt had fallen to the ground. My mouth couldn't help but open, in awe, at how toned he was. But then my mouth closed in sympathy when I saw the many scars on his flesh and how most of them still looked new…and painful.

The Joker giggled as he begun to unbuckle his paints and I turned away ashamed. A part of me wanted to look at him…stare actually…but the other part knew it just wasn't right. The Joker grabbed me against his bare front and his eyes boiled into mine, before he said "Hurry up and take off of your clothes…. before I do it for you."

My mouth dropped. What did he just say? Nowhere in the wager did this involve me…getting naked in a tub with a clown. The Joker turned to turn off the faucet and I turned away…embarrassed to look at his naked body. I closed my eyes tightly and when I held them shut for a few seconds, a splash of water hit my back.

I jumped in shock and then turned around to see the Joker hip length, in the bathtub. He bit his bottom lip and swallowed hard while saying firmly "Take…it…off." I took a deep breath in and stood in front of him while beginning to remove my pants, the warm water still dripping down my back.

My pants fell to the floor and I nervously removed my shoes and my socks. Then there I was…in front of the Joker in my black undergarments…hoping for someone to kill me from the embarrassment. I shook my head and whispered softly "I can't." The Joker held a hand to his ear and said "What? I couldn't hear that…speak at a human level."

I placed my hands on face, whipping away the sudden tear that flowed down my left cheek. Once my hands had left my face, I spoke, louder this time "I can't do it. I ju-just can't." The Joker cleared his throat, gripped onto the bathtub and said a deep tone "Yeah? And why is that? Your…embarrassed by my looks?"

I chuckled loudly at this and yelled at him "You don't get it! Do you? I'm embarrassed by me!" The Joker looked at me with curious eyes. He looked…speechless. He held my gaze for a second before asking "Your…. embarrassed…. by…how you look?" I nodded, and he was right. I never was ugly, just negative. I had a great body…I had been told…but I was embarrassed. Not many people had seen me naked before, and well, this was the Joker. I didn't want him making any sour remarks, at my expense.

The Joker chewed on his lip, as he waited for me to respond. I shook my head and whispered, "Please don't…joke…about me." He chuckled at this, nodded and then I began slowly to unhook my bra. It fell to the ground and I looked down. I didn't want to look at him…but I did hear a sudden shift in the water. I closed my eyes and pulled my underwear down myself…biting my lip in nervousness.

I opened my eyes and walked towards the edge of the bathtub, before placing both my feet in. I hadn't noticed before but the tub was gigantic, big enough to fit 4 people. I sat down in the bath tub, looking around the room as much as possible…trying to distract myself from the situation. Then suddenly, the Joker's hand grabbed at mine and I was pulled in front of him.

I took a deep breath in and tried only to focus on his face as his legs started to wrap around me slowly. I closed my eyes and he took his hand and started to hold my head once again and then he whispered in a husky tenor , "Look at me." I opened my eyes, to obey him and before he continued to say anything, he gave me the most curious and oblivious expression known to man.

He moved his lips closer to mine before commanding, "Wash." He moved his head back and I reached down into the water beside me, my hands brushing at his legs. I blushed and swatted some water upwards and then begin to run it against his forehead. The white make up started to run down his cheeks as I repeated the procedure, until I finally reached his red-masked scars.

I looked at him deeply and grabbed more water and started to line his scars with the water. His eyes closed, as the red paint fell into the water around us. I looked at the line of scars and started to trace the plastered smile with my fingertips. He grabbed at my fingers in one, swift motion and then he held onto them tightly.

I stared at his face…Heath's face sitting in front of me…and suddenly I felt like a horrible person. A few tears dropped down my face as his memory started to haunt my mind. He stood there in awe and his hand dropped my own, before he asked in a giggle "Do I look that bad, that you have to cry about it?"

I shook my head and chuckled at this, before answering "No…it's nothing. You just remind me of someone, that's all." The Jokers eyebrows shift upwards before he shrugs his shoulders. He quickly, leans his lips towards my neckline. I gasp at the sudden contact his teeth have with my throat and then he whispers into my ear "How about we play another game?"

I look at him strangely before one of his hands starts to feel around my thighs. The same hand rises upwards towards my breasts and then onto my neck. His mouth kisses down my chest, hungrily, before he mutters slyly, "How about…." I moan as his tongue flickers around my chest and he laughs at my sudden arousal. He stops laughing long enough to continue, "It's a simple game. I learned it in pre-school. It's called…fuck the clown."

My eyes go wide for a second, wondering what the hell kind of pre-school he went to! But then his own arousal brushed against me as his lips traced my own sharply. Suddenlly, I had forgotten all about the pre-school. I breathed, when he stopped kissing me so eagerly and then I asked through my thick lips "Was this part of the stakes?" He chuckled loudly, moved my head back and then he stuck a finger into my most feminine spot. His giggling stopped as he breathed huskily on top of me "It…is…now."

Authors Note:

Sorry, for the many grammar/spelling mistakes.

I didn't have time to edit this chapter.

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