Authors Note:

Okay... once again.

SMUT ALERT.

Chapter 4:

"No…." I moaned out into his lips, as his tongue rolled upon mine. The Joker breathed into my mouth heavily, his scars rubbing against the sides of my mouth. His voice became dark and mysterious, in comparison to his high alto "Yes…." he groaned. My hangs began to shake as he moved his finger more quickly inside of me. His mouth released a deep chuckle from the reaction I was giving him…. and something deep inside me was telling me that this was too…. strange.

But when his mutilated scars lost contact with mine, I began to feel empty. His gaze became fixated with mine…and for that one second, he looked human. He looked so normal…. he looked so…real. His finger traced its way out of my flesh and into the now mildly warm water around us. Then the unbelievable happened…he took my face into his, gently.

His coal like eyes peered into mine, before he muttered in a puzzled tone, "Who the hell are you?" His tongue rolled on his bottom lip once before I asked in return "Who the hell are you?" He chuckled loudly at this and dropped my head away from his hands. I suddenly felt…abandoned and alone.

But then when he traced his fingers along his scars, he spoke in an untamed fashion "I've never met a girl like you…beautiful." I smile at this. I am willing to bet that he had never met something like me, someone that wants him so badly but turns away at his mere touch. His eyebrows knit as he asks me "What's your name?"

I blush, look down at the water and mutter softly "Let's pretend that I don't have one." I look up at him and continue, "Like you…you can call me what you want. Names don't matter." His head turns to side slowly before he clears his throat and replies back in his high-pitched tenor "I can call you what I want?"

I nod in return and he slides back into the tub and asks "Your not from around here, are you sugar plum?" I laugh loudly at the name. Sugar Plum? Well, from him, it sounded kind of sweet…well, kind of. I stretch out my legs into the water and reply "No, definitely not." He smirks as he sees my legs wrapping around his slim figure.

He reaches down and traces the outlines of my legs with his index finger, while he asks in a more harsh tone "Well…are you going to tell Mr. J where you're from?" I shake my head and reply "It doesn't matter where I've been…. what matters is…now, where I'm going." His hand grabs onto my thigh cruelly and I gasp at the sudden pain his fingernails are creating around my flesh.

The Joker moves himself towards me, and grabs onto my hair while yelling, "You think I'm a fool, beautiful? Hmm? When I asked you where you're from…I demanded to know the answer." My lip trembled violently as I nodded and he let my damp hair fall around my face. I begin to stutter "We-well…. fine, I'll tell you the truth. I'm from another world…where you don't exist and well Batman doesn't either…and Gotham doesn't…nothing in your world…does. And people love you there…including…" I blush and continue "…well…me."

The Joker gazes at me for a second before erupting in a fit of laughter. He pinches my cheek like a grandma would to a little child before saying "Ahhhh…I like a girl with a sense of humor." He slaps my cheek gently and I roll my eyes from the fit of hysterics I was witnessing.

The Joker then begins repeating what I said "People love you there…." Wait. Is he mocking me? What a jerk! I was actually being serious. Well, that will be that last time I ever tell him anything. He continues to laugh and the he asks, grasping for my hand "Tell me more about this magic world."

I shrug and start "Well…everyone hates Batman now, because of you. Ummm…a lot of people dress up like you…especially at Halloween. One of my siblings even…talks about you constantly and you're his hero. Ugh…" The Joker continues laughing and holds onto my hand before gesturing me to continue. I bit my lip hard and continue "Well… in this imaginary word…I'm in love with you."

His mouth suddenly closes; his hand becomes cold and his gaze dark. Oh no. I am going to get killed, aren't I? I went too far. I talked about love, the one word that doesn't exist in his vocabulary. His lips move towards mine before he murmurs darkly "Love…doesn't…. exist." I nod and reply, "I know…I'm sorry."

He moves his lips towards my ear and whispers into it "I'm giving you 30 seconds to get out here." I shook fiercely, as his harsh words echoed in my ears. I nodded and jumped upwards and out of the massive bathtub. I placed my clothes onto my wet body and flipped my hair back while looking at him.

He sat in the bathtub like a stubborn child…completely dumbfounded. I look back at him, once I finish dressing and whisper, "You know…I'm going to sound completely crazy saying this, but… thank you." His eyes automatically glue to me and I smile at him before walking out of the bathroom.

I take a few steps out into the hall way and see one of the Joker's clowns standing there with a gun in his hand. He chuckles at my wet and cold presence before saying "You mind if I warm you up, honey?" I shake my head and continue walking, but he stops me by pointing the gun towards me.

I sigh deeply and yell, "What the hell do you want?" The clown removes his mask to reveal a middle-aged man with gray hair. His lips smack together hungrily before announcing "You see…the boss doesn't take anyone in there…it's like his own little sanctuary. I figure…" his hand starts to trace against my wet arm as he continues, "…you must be pretty special to go in there."

He narrows his gun towards my neck and whispers into my ear, in a husky tone "I'll tell you what…you let me see why you're so special and I'll drive you to wherever you want." I shake my head and close my eyes as his hand starts to slide underneath my wet blouse. I bit my lip and start to swat at him but he grabs me by my head and cocks his gun while yelling, "I'm warning you, Princess. Besides…you fucked the psychopath…" his hand reaches down towards my bottom before he continues, "Why can't you fuck me?" I gasp loudly at this and then shout at him "I'd rather fuck him a hundred times then let your grimy hands get anywhere near me!"

I raise my knee to hit him in his private spot but he swats his hand into my face and fall onto the bathroom door behind me. I yell out in pain by saying, "Get your hands away from me!" He chuckles manically and replies back with a hungry grin scratched across his face "Oh don't worry, honey. My hands won't be anywhere near you." Then suddenly the bathroom door opens and hits me across the head. And everything went dark…and fuzzy.

- - - -

"Wake up…I'm getting really bored, sugar plum." I hear the words echoing in my ear, as my eyes open slowly. I look around me gradually and notice that my head is on a pillow on the bathroom walls. I look around the bathroom and notice the Joker standing in the corner, a few feet away from me. His clothes are back on and so is his famous make up….it was a shame…he looked fine without it.

I abruptly feel a sharp pain coming from the side of my head and I grab onto it before asking, "What happened?" The Joker's back gets turned to me before he asks "Why did you say thank you?" I yawn and ask in a puzzled tone "What?" He turns around and asks in an angry tone "Do you even know what you have done?"

The Joker places his hands tightly on to the counter in front of him, where it appears his entire make up collection sits. I shake my head and whisper "No. What…. I don't…." He growls angrily and swipes his arms violently across the counter letting everything smash into tiny pieces. He turns around towards me again and yells "You…" He points to me and marches quickly towards me while shouting "You ruined everything! And of course…once you ruined everything…I felt compelled to stay behind…and make sure that your…."

He stops yelling and to watch my expression change into one of pure horror. I had never seen him act this way. What the hell had I done? He moans harshly once again and pulls me up by my hair by yelling "What? You don't remember? Well, I'll refresh your memory you stupid slut!" What? What had I done to get him so angry?

The Joker smashes my head against the wall, and I yelp in pain as he licks his lips. He alters his voice to be higher pitched, before he continues "Well, one day Mr. J thinks he is going to create chaos and anarchy by conjuring up a little social experiment involving three girls. No! But one of the girls is a fucking cunt…and guess what? That one agrees to the experiment! So, she plays her little mind games with J…and he likes that…a lot. Until finally, he snaps…telling her to get out of his little life. But of course, the Princess becomes a damsel in distress…and the Joker. No! The Fool! He goes to her rescue…and he doesn't know why! So he saves her without realizing that he doesn't have his mask on! And his clown gets away, with only a blood wound and a clear view of who the Clown Prince of Crime really is! And what does this clown say to Mr. J? Hmmm?"

I watch him in bewilderment as he continues "He's turning me in…too early! That was supposed to happen next week! So I ram him! I beat him to a pulp…I needed that guy! And you know why I killed him? Hmm? Because of one, stupid sugar plum!" The Joker growls once more and turns to me before yelling, "Say something!" I gulp, smile and reply "Th-thank you for saving me." The Joker smacks his lips together before mumbling, "Thank you…is that al-all you say?"

I shake my head and get up off the floor and walk towards him while saying, "Only when I mean it." He looks at me with a bitter gaze and then chuckles manically. He finally smirks and grabs me in his arms and shoves me against the bathroom door, the door handle punching my back cruelly.

His hands slide up towards my face before he mutters "You took something away from me, beautiful." This time, when he said beautiful, it felt like he was mocking me. Not complimenting me. I smile at him and decide to play the calm game by mentioning, "Well, what would you like in return?"

His hands roll down my sides and then reach down to my stomach before he whispered "You know…when my men found you, they said you were curled up in a little ball, looking like a little baby. They said, they almost felt ashamed to take you, almost felt sorry. But you're not a baby are you? No…"

I stop him by whispering, "Just stop…please. Let me go, don't kill me." He looks at me with sour eyes before stating in a strict tone "I just risked everything for you. Why would I kill you?" A smile begins to tug at my lips, as I whisper back "You're not going to kill me?" He shakes his head slowly and wraps his arms around me before whispering, "No…there's only one thing I want from you."

My eyebrows knit at him, as his lips settle beneath my neck. He bites down onto it before stating "I want you to never forget who I am." Huh? What did he mean by that? Trust me, I'd never forget a face, especially this one. His teeth bite at the buttons on my blouse, before he continues, "I want to cause you so much pain…you'll never forget me."

I gasp as his tongue lingers over the top of my breasts. He finishes opening the buttons on my blouse, before he looks up at me and says "But first…a little detour." His tongue rolls down from my breasts to my stomach in one quick lick. I close my eyes from the pleasureful feeling and then he sits on his knees and pushes me hard against the door. His hands reach around my bottom and then he starts pulling my pants down towards my feet.

His hands wrap around my bare legs before he pulls down my undergarment. I gulp as he gets up again, onto his feet and kisses me passionately. My hands wrap around him tightly, as his tongue engulfs my mouth with sweet surrender. In one swift motion, he removes his pants and then stops kissing me to mutter huskily "Take it off."

At first, I thought he meant my blouse but then his hands wrapped mine around his boxers. I bit my lip and watched him eye me carefully, before I started pulling down slowly. And a few seconds later, they had fallen to the floor. He growled at me and slammed me once again against the door, until he finally pushed himself into me.

He smashed hard into me, while his tongue played upon my neck. I gripped onto his clothed back tightly and decided that I needed his clothes off for this. I reached towards his purple jacket but he grabbed my hand and muttered, "No…all I want you to be doing is saying my name." And with that said, he pounded into my harder and moaned his fake name out until finally he bit down onto my ear and ordered me "Call me, Jack." And I did, I called him that many times that night.

Authors Note:

I am thinking one more chapter of this setting... and then I will start a new situation. It will be called "Part 2" and it will be located here.

I am thinking a little... Jack Napier action?

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