CHAPTER FIVE
Before the story starts, I just want to thank you all for your support! :) I'm sorry I haven't been writing for a while. Life has gotten pretty hectic for me, but now I have the free time necessary to really put effort into this story. I'd rather wait and write a fantastic chapter than just write nonsense. Thank you for being so patient! I've also taken your reviews into account and decided to write in third person, so you'll see a major switch in the point of view. I hope you like the newest chapter. Happy reading! :)
The day progressed in a pretty bland manner. Jess wandered around the bare apartment trying to find something to occupy her time. She couldn't even tell whether the sun was out or not since there were no windows. Joker did a very good job making sure she couldn't contact anyone from the outside world, taking the only phone in the house with him on whatever 'errands' he had to run. Time seemed to pass painfully slow, but at least Joker supplied a tv for Jess to watch and books to read. She watched tv all day, tuning in to Gotham's news network for most of the time. I wonder if Joker will be doing anything news-worthy today..
She didn't know how long had passed before she suddenly heard a loud click then the door open. Joker stormed into the apartment and slammed the door with a furious expression on his face. Anxiety washed over her as she watched him to make sure he wouldn't come hurt her in anger, her heart racing as he paced around the apartment. A few seconds passed, but it felt like an eternity for her as tension quickly filled the room.
"So, dollface, what did you do all day?" He said, leaning up against a wall and tapping his foot against it.
"I, uh, I didn't do anything. I just watched tv." She stuttered, confused as to why he even asked her.
"What's wrong? Am I not allowed to ask you what you've done in my apartment all day?" His voice was dark and low as he slowly stepped towards her, intending to frighten her. Honestly, he had had a pretty decent day. He did some business with a friend, checked up on ol' Bruce-y and Jess's other friends, and got some supplies. The only thing that would make his day just a tad bit better was to watch Jess squirm, something he quickly realized he's very good at.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"
"Hush toots. Am I scaring you? I know my whole get-up can be pretty startling sometimes, especially with my scars. Have I ever told you how I got them?" He asked, plopping down on the couch next to her. He loved watching her tense up as he got closer to her, eventually getting so close that he was touching her. Her body was hard as stone as he stared at her, donning a stern look on his face as her eyes widened.
"No, no you haven't." She shakily answered, her heart pumping erratically as he stared into her eyes.
In a second he had her pinned down on the couch with his favorite knife pressed against her cheek. He had done this so many times that he almost considered it routine, debating which story he would tell her in his head. As he stared at her, feeling her fear radiate through the air, he debated telling her the truth. But what was the actual truth? It was a bit hard for him to remember since he had gotten so caught up in his stories. He felt himself loosen, but he immediately tightened his grip on her and shook her roughly, enjoying the small squeak she made as he grabbed her.
"Well, I used to be married to a beautiful woman, almost as beautiful as you." He smirked, enjoying the flash of fear and disgust in her eyes as he spoke.
"We used to argue a lot because I was always pessimistic and too harsh; hard to believe, right?" She tried to figure out why he was even telling her this story as he chuckled and glared down at her.
"She eventually started leaving the house more and more as time went on, until it seemed like she was never home. Naturally I got a bit curious, since I like to keep track of what's mine. One night I stayed up and waited for her until almost 5am. As you can probably guess, I was a lit-tle less than happy. She made the mistake of yelling at me for 'spying' on her and wanting to keep track of her. I just stood there while she yelled at me, keeping a straight face while she yelled and yelled. Finally once she ran out of steam, I pinned her down, much like I'm doing to you now. A little bit of fear gathered in her face, again, much like yours, and I tried laying down some ground rules for her. She didn't like that, so she fought back."
At this point Jess looked up at him in confusion, watching his emotions switch from glee to anger then back again. What's the purpose of even telling me this?
"As she struggled, my hand slipped and cut one side of her mouth. Obviously after that she stopped struggling. I tried sewing the cut, but it didn't help her forgive me. I couldn't take how upset she was; I didn't even intend on cutting her, although it did give her a flaw. I don't like perfection. Anyway, eventually her insecurity got so bad that she never left the house. Strangely enough, I didn't like that. I didn't like how badly she felt about herself. See, I am capable of some form of 'love'."
"One day when she finally left the house, I cut the sides of my mouth to match her so she wouldn't look so different. When she got home she immediately freaked out. 'How could I do this?' 'How could I cut myself like that?' blah blah blah. No thought of the flicker of compassion I had for her or how bad I felt; instead all she told me was how disgusting I looked. After that my patience for her had ended and I just kicked her out. But now I see the joy and humor of things, ya know? Now I'm always smiling. Maybe now I won't seem so pessimistic."
Joker cackled above her, still pressing the knife in her mouth as he stared down at her. He studied her body, as much as he could see anyway. She had some imperfections; a bold tan line, sprinkles of freckles all over her arms and legs, and bruises lingering from the past few days, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was still too perfect. She needed some cuts, some scrapes… she needed some bite marks as well.
Suddenly he yanked the knife out of her mouth and cut the straps of her shirt, also slitting down the middle of it before tossing it off. She froze and stared up at him, barely breathing as he stared at her barely covered chest.
"Ya know, I don't think I did enough to show you how much I didn't like you not following my rules. I think I'm going to have to go even further to teach you a lesson…"
Jess struggled as Joker lightly traced her skin with his knife, barely touching her. She begged him not to hurt her, tears welling in her eyes as he decided where to cut her. Fear washed over her, thinking he may actually kill her. With as furious as he was when he found her with Bruce, she wouldn't put it past him. His next move took her completely by surprise.
He sneered at her bra before cutting the straps off, then cutting down the middle and whipping it off her. He traced the knife over her breasts then around her nipples as she once again froze in fear.
"Remember how you woke up and saw ol' Bruce-y covered in cuts and bruises?"
He waited until she nodded weakly to continue.
"Well, I think you need an even worse punishment. I felt really insulted doll! I thought you were going to play our little game so well, although it isn't surprising that a lawyer wouldn't follow rules. However, I think it's in my best interest to teach you why disobeying me in any way would be a very bad move on your part." His tone got darker and more serious as his features tightened.
"Please, please don't hurt me.." She whimpered, looking up at him as tears fell from her eyes.
"Oh doll, I'm going to do much more than hurt you. I'm going to show you that I'm the boss, and-" As he looked down at her and looked into her tear-filled eyes, he couldn't help but feel this strange sort of attraction to her. He couldn't explain it, but something drawed her to him. Yeah he had 'pulled plenty of tail' in his years, but when he looked at her, he felt this unexplainable draw to her. He felt the sudden urge to rip the rest of her clothes off and fuck her senseless, but he had to teach her a lesson first.
"And I'm going to show you why listening to me is in your best interest." He growled, slicing down her stomach.
She cried out in pain, slightly arching her back as he cut her. Hot blood seeped out of her wound as he made little shallow cuts all over her body, licking up the blood as it poured out. She grit her teeth in pain, squeezing her eyes shut so he wouldn't see her cry. Once he stopped licking the blood he looked at her face again, seeing a couple tears escape. His gaze on her softened as he got closer and wiped her tears away, making her open her eyes in surprise. She looked at him quizzically, confused by how close her was to her.
She looked into his dark hazel eyes, no longer seeing anger and hate in them, but rather something much different. They pulled her in like magnets as she moved a tiny bit closer to him. Before she knew it, she saw him smirk before capturing her lips with his own. She gasped as his kissed her, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in her mouth. He kissed her roughly, biting her lip roughly and claiming her as his own. She grabbed his sides and pulled him closer to her as an almost insatiable lust washed over both of them.
He harshly broke the kiss and bite all over her body as hard as he could, drawing blood in some places. Jess let out soft whimpers and moans as he bit and scratched her. Joker took his knife and made more little cuts all over before moving down to her pants and underwear, which he cut off in a matter of seconds. Red and white face paint was smudged all over her body as he kissed, licked, and bit his way down her body. Something inside him reminded me of when he saw her with Bruce, and he couldn't stand the thought of him with her. He wanted her to forget all about Bruce and only remember him.
Her moans sent shivers down his spine as he got closer to her core, her arousal evident. He bit down on her inner thigh as hard as he could, hoping to elicit some pain from her. She gasped and nearly screamed, curling her toes and squeezing her eyes shut.
Suddenly he yanked her up and threw her up against the wall next to the bed, tossing his shirt off before grabbing her again and slamming her on the wall. Her head bounced off the wall as she winced in pain.
"This isn't all about fun, remember toots?" He growled, scratching down her sides hard enough to draw blood. "I want you to feel even a fraction of the pain that could measure up to the anger I felt when I saw you with Bruce. I saw everything, doll. Don't think I forgot."
He glared at her as horror washed over her, completely unaware of what his next move would be.
"Not only am I going to make you feel pain, but I'm going to make sure you never want Bruce again." He took hold of his knife again and made deeper cuts down her side, then flipped her over on her back and started carving. She screamed and cried as his cuts slowly got deeper and deeper, soon getting so deep that she could hardly take it.
"Please, please stop! Please!" she screamed, music to his ears.
"Why should I? You're my property now, and I can do with you whatever I please. Why should I care about what you ask me to do when you can't follow my simple rules? Even when that young boy was in danger? Real selfish of ya if you ask me." He smirked, continuing to cut down her back.
"Wait, please, I'll listen to everything you say! I'll do whatever you want, I won't even leave unless you want me to, just please stop! Please!"
Her pleas got louder as his cuts got deeper, the pain almost becoming too much for her to take.
If he keeps going at this rate I'll bleed out!
Suddenly he stopped, savoring the delicious sight of the cuts scattered all over her gorgeous body. Maybe he should stop and avoid killing her. She is pretty useful to him after all, and he still had to use her for the rest of his plan.
"Fine, I guess I'll stop. For now, at least." He smirked, pushing her onto his bed before slipping his pants off and joined her. He spread her legs and settled down in between them, loving the feeling of her warm blood on his body. She looked up at him in astonishment, completely unsure of what would happen next. Joker looked from her eyes to her lips before capturing them once again, gripping her as tight as he could while kissing her ferociously. Each second stole the breath right out of her lungs, more breathtaking than any kiss she had ever shared with Bruce. While Bruce was always fantastic in bed, there was something that Joker supplied that Bruce never had. She didn't know if it was the mix of the pleasure and pain he caused, or if his infamous status made him more appealing, but whatever it was she was drawn to it.
This time she bit his lip, surprising him enough to make him gasp. He truly hadn't expected her to come around that quickly, but that made everything much easier for him. He opened his mouth and she began to explore it with her tongue, just like he thought she would. He pressed himself hard against her, exploring her mouth roughly. To heighten the sensations she was feeling, he ran his fingers along the cuts he gave her, making her gasp in a mix of ecstasy and pain.
He started grinding against her, teasing her with the tip of his member. She stared up at him as he teased her, her eyes half open as she was overtaken by her lust.
"What do you want me to do?" He smirked, lowering himself so his face as only an inch from hers.
"Fuck me?" She whispered, too frightened to respond strong enough.
"Excuse me? I couldn't quite hear that doll."
"Fuck me, please!" She asked louder, shaking from fear and anticipation.
"Beg." He smirked, enjoying the mixed feelings he gave her.
"Fuck me!"
"Again!" He growled, still unsatisfied.
"Fuck m-" Before she could finish he slammed into her as she moaned loudly. He couldn't help but moan as well, the tightness of her walls surprising him. Well, either she hasn't had a lot of sex or ol' Bruce-y is smaller than expected.
He chuckled as she looked into his eyes and gasped at each thrust, almost unable to keep herself from finishing right there. Her little mewls and moans were turning him on more and more each second. How did he not take her before?
He started picking up speed as Jess's moans filled up the room. He occasionally moaned as well, sending shivers down her spine. She raked her nails down his spine and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to her, causing him to go deeper inside her. He thrust as fast as he could, feeling close to finishing. Soon she began to tighten around him, closing her eyes and curling towards him as an orgasm racked her body. Joker soon followed suit, Jess's tightness too much to take.
He held himself up weakly with his arms so he wouldn't completely collapse on her as he pulled himself out of her. Their hearts raced as they glanced at each other, once again caught in that strange magnetic pull. She had to give him credit; he was definitely better in bed than Bruce ever was, even with all of the pain involved.
"Well, ah, since this is the only bed, I'd suggest just staying here. Unless you want to sleep on the rickety couch or on the floor." He said, rolling off of her.
She looked at him before turning away, curling up to go to sleep.
"One more thing." He harshly turned her towards him, their faces mere inches apart.
"Who do you belong to now?"
"Y-you?" She stuttered.
"And whose rules will you listen to for now on?" He sternly asked.
"Yours?"
"Yes, mine. If you don't listen, next time I won't be quite as nice. Although I will have to admit, it felt pretty nice to show you how much better I am than Bruce. Hopefully that'll clear your mind of him." He chuckled, turning away from her to go to sleep.
She turned away as well, trying to go to sleep. However, her racing mind wouldn't let her sleep. Did she really just have sex with the Joker, and consensual sex at that? And as a matter of fact, did she actually enjoy sex with him? She'd only been in his apartment for a day but she was already incredibly confused. She let her mind wander as her exhaustion finally let her drift off into a deep sleep.
I hope you all liked that chapter! It was definitely fun to write. ;3 I hope you guys liked my own original "Joker's scars" story as well! If you guys have any suggestions please let me know! :)