A flash forward, 35 months into the future. A teaser of what's to come...
35 months from now
You stared at the woman's lips as she talked. The shade of red she was wearing was so simular in color, you couldn't help but picture his smile. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to calm your nerves.
"We're ready."
You didn't hear them. You continued to exhale, telling yourself you could do this. Unaware, you rubbed the scars, around your wrist, made by the handcuffes you wore so long. The rubbing had become a nervous habit.
This time it was louder, "We're ready."
You felt a touch on your shoulder. Your eyes popped opened.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm a little nevous." You explain.
"You'll do fine. Just focus on answering the questions. Keep your eyes on me. Remember, its not live TV, so we can take a break whenever you need it." The woman with the red lipstick smiled at you.
You smiled back. You glanced over her shoulder, checking to see if the cops were still there.
"And...Go."
"Hello, Gotham. I'm Summer Gleeson." She gave the camera a welcoming smile.
"Tonight we talk with Y/N. The DA's star wittness in, what some are calling, the trial of the century: The People vs. The Joker." Summer turned to you. "Welcome."
"Thank you." You sounded shy.
"And, thank you for being here, y/n. Firstly, the facts. A little over three years with The Joker?" Summer looked at you.
"Yes." You nodded your head 'yes' also.
"You, the captive. He, the captor."
"That's right." You answered fast.
"Now, I understand there are some things you are not allowed to discuss for legal purposes. The DA was very clear about that. But, the talk of the town right now is: why is a star witness, in such a critical case, is being paraded around in the spot light. Why not maintain a low-key profile?" Summer continued with no time for an answer.
"The DA has made a point of getting your name and face out into the public. Why?"
"Well. As you know, this isn't the the first time the DA has had a witness, who they felt could help turn the tide against Mista..." Hesitation could be heard in your voice, "...The Joker for good."
Summer nodded in agreement but lifted an eyebrow.
"All of t-them. All of them, up to now, have been killed." You added.
"So, why not make sure you are safe and sound, tucked away, hidden from the public eye?" Summer asked.
"That hasn't work thus far. I'm told the idea is safety in numbers. The more people who know who I am. The safer I will be. At least, that's the plan, this time." You chewed at your bottom lip.
"So basically, the DA is betting on keeping you alive by having the whole city help watch and protect you? It's harder to kill someone if every eye is on them."
"Exactly, Summer." You nodded.
Summer flipped through her notes. "The insanity pled. This seems to be the 'get out of jail free' card for The Joker. Rumor is your testimony will forfeit that option for him. Painting him a very sane, very intelligent, very manipulative man, who is very aware of the extent of all of his crimes. Yes?"
You glanced toward one of the cops, who was shanking his head 'no'.
"I'm afraid that's just something I can't comment on. At least, not until after the trial." You kept a straight face.
Summer looked up from her notes, "Very well. Let's go in a different direction. Some of your critics say you, yourself, are a criminal. A criminal with a record, who should also be serving time."
"It's true. Petty thief, breaking and entering, criminal mischief, home invasion, failure to appear, probation violation...I have a record. But a record that, prior to these events, I had already done time for." You were defensive but polite.
"But at the time of your rescue... 's stop there real fast. There's conflicting reports about how the cops got involved. One has you walking into a downtown precinct, another one is a..."
"That's something that's off limits until after the trial. I'm getting a no from the cop." You gestured toward the cop shanking his head 'no'.
"Oh, alright. To continue. You did have a warrant out for your arrest, correct?" Summer shot back.
"Yes but..." You were interupted.
"A warrant for armed robbery, correct?"
"Yes." You snapped.
"So, it is safe to say that you're not the most credible witness the DA could ask for?" Summer smirked.
"Now hold on. Yes, I have a criminal past with robbery. That, however, doesn't have anything to do with the fact that I was taken against my will and held captive by a man who abused me, over and over and over again, for nothing more than his amusement." It rolled out gracefully.
Summer looked unfazed.
"There have also been reports, that when you were found, you were in good health. Other than a few bumps and bruises, you seemed in order. Your mental health check up, however, showed mild psychosis. In fact, some suggest that you were living with The Joker and not actually being held captive, at that point."
Your head was down and you were shanking it 'no'. You closed your eyes and exhaled slowly. You were silent for a moment before lifting your head and speaking.
"Anyone who believes that, is foolish." You calmly replied.
Summer studied you. "Alright. Anything else to add? I see you have scars around your wrist. Care to comment?"
You rubbed them. "There from restraines."
It was silent from a while.
Summer crossed her legs. "The Joker has been in Arkham and will remain there til the trial. We have records of you visiting him there. Why did you visit him?"
You looked like a deer in headlights for a moment, "W-well."
"You went on two separate occasions. Both against the DA's advice. Against everyones advice actually. Why?" Summer's eyes narrowed.
"To face him. I had to show him I wasn't afraid." You looked down as you said it.
"So..." Summer started to talk.
You interupted, "I think, I-I needed to see him."
"Needed to see him?" Summer question your meaning.
"Everything was happening so fast around me... I started not wanting to help the cops... I was ready to hide. I'd forgotten what I was doing was a good thing for Gotham."
Summer looked at you for a second or so.
"After being tossed back into real life, it became overwhelming until...Until I was face to face with him again and was reminded what evil was...It helped me regain my path." You tried explaining a little more clearly.
Before Summer could speak you quickly got up and ignored everyone. You went straight to the restroom and locked the door. You rested you back against the door, while you composed yourself. Once you'd calmed down, you touched the scar next to your navel.
You mumbled to yourself, "You did good."
One day after the interview
"Saw your hunny on TV last night." The young guard taunted.
"I see why you picked that one." He wolf-whistled.
The Joker lifted one of his eyebrows, "Charming." He snarled.
The doctor was due to arrived, any second, to start a session. The two guards were done securing The Joker to his chair. The older of the two, went back to his post beside the door. While the younger guard sat down in the doctor's chair, facing The Joker. Having the Joker's feet chained and a straight jacket on him gave the guard a false sense of security.
"Hey Sam, be careful." The older guard warned. "If Cash sees you, he'll having your..."
"You worry to much, old man." Sam shrugged off his warning.
"Hey, tell me something." The guard laughed and leaned in toward the Joker, "How was she? Did she put up a fight?"
The Joker looked mildly amused for a second.
He started whispering low enough so only Sam could hear him, "First, tell me something. How did my little Pigeon do? Was she a dismal sight...winning the hearts of Gotham? Playing the impeccable victim?" He grinned.
The look on Sam's face was confusion. "Uh. She seemed nevous, I guess. That reporter grilled her pretty good about the nature of the relationship between t-the t-two of you."
The Joker laughed, it was clear that Sam wasn't the brightest bulb in the pack and hadn't caught on that the Joker was, perhaps, confessing to a collaboration with you. So, he continued to toil with the guard.
Joker gave a big beautiful grin, "If you've heard this story before, don't stop me, because I'd like to hear it again. A clown kidnaps a thief..."
"Hey. I told you, not so close. You can't trust him. What's he telling you?" The older guard interrupted.
The Joker smiled as he looked to the older guard, "I'm not as bad as they say... I'm a lot worse."
His laugher started soft and turned into a maniac hysterical crackling.
"Oh, lighten up guys. I'm only foolin'ya." He gave a warm smile to Sam.
The Joker nodded for Sam to come closer, "You wanted to know how she was?"
Sam smirked.
The Joker started speaking low, causing Sam to lean in, even closer. "She's to die for, Sam."
Sam didn't make a nosie. He couldn't. Joker had gotten him to lean in close enough to bite a huge chunk out of his throat. Before Sam could grab his own throat, his shirt was soaked in blood. Joker causally sat back, watching Sam struggle. He spit the chunk of Sam's neck out, toward the other guard. He grinned. His teeth were bloodly and his mouth was smeared with the Sam's blood. It dripped down his neck and soaked into the collar of his shirt. Sam was on the floor now, the puddle of blood he laid in, grew fast. The Joker splashed his feet around in the blood, laughing cheerfully. The other guard, who had already called for backup, was pulling Sam's body to a safe distance away from the Joker. He held pressure on Sam's neck but it was too late.
"You monster." The older guard mumbled under his breath.
Emergency guards and medical personnel filled the room. Immediately, taking Sam's body out of the room. After double checking the Joker's restraines, the guards gave Dr. Arkham the okay to enter the room. He carefully studied the Joker, and looked at the blood on the flood. The Joker was still laughing.
"Get that up." The doctor ordered, seeing the piece of throat on the floor.
This caused the Joker to laugh even harder.
"Leave the jacket on and put him in one of the P. S. Room." Dr. Arkham ordered.
Batcave shortly after The Joker attack
The Joker's laugh echoed throughout the batcave. Batman was watching the video of the Joker attacking Sam, the Arkham Asylum guard. Once it had played through, Batman replayed it over few times before pulling up another video. It was also a surveillance video from Arkham, 3 months prior...
The angle of the video showed a hallway, where you can be seen standing in front of The Joker's cell. There's no sound. But the two of you appear to argue before a guard intervenes and escorts you away.
Batman zooms in, trying to read the lips of the Joker. Your back is turned to the camera the whole time.
"Computer, locate surveillance video from Joker's cell from same encounter." Batman orders.
As the video plays...
The Joker is seen laying down. His attention is drawn to the hallway. He grins before jumping up and walking to the front of the cell. He holds what appears to be a short conversation with you, the angle still doesn't allow you to be seen on camera. The conversation last only thirty seconds before, what appears to be, yelling starts. Once done, he lays back down and looks right at the camera, smiling.
Batman freezes the video on the Joker.
"What are you up to? You knew I'd be watching this at some point. Didn't you?" Batman mumbled to himself.
Staring at the Joker for a little while longer, he pulls up a clip of your interview with Summer Gleeson. It's the part where you are asked about visiting the Joker. Batman watched your response closely. When it's over he pulls up another video. It's the second visit between the Joker and you, which occurred three weeks prior...
The video plays with sound...
The Joker's hands were cuffed together and also cuffed to the steel table in the middle of the room. He's in Arkham's normal uniform, his number 0801 is on the shirt. He looked well rested, well fed and clean. The guard in the visitation room is the same guard in the other video, the one who allowed you speak to the Joker while he was in his cell. The guard goes out and comes back in with you following him. You're wide eyed. You walk into the room; it's obvious you are nervous.
"You've got fifteen minutes." The guard says to the Joker.
The guard looks at you, "I'm right outside. Yell, if you need me."
You didn't acknowledge or response to him, your eyes were on the Joker. You clumsily sat down across the table from him as you continued to stared at him. Nothing was said at first.
"Get on with it then." His voice broke the silence with a chill.
The video goes blank. The guard unplugged the camera allowing privacy. Batman is unable to see what happens next...
You immediately start to speak, "It's just like you said. Everything. The cops are playing out their role, just as you predicted."
He smiled.
You were leaning forward against the table with your arms stretched out. Your hands nearly touching his.
"I've done everything like you wanted. It's all ready." You smiled with pride.
"We'll see." His brow was lowered. "I've got someone coming to pay you a visit. They think it's a real hit job. Keeping you from turning stoolie. It adds credibility and whatknot. You can bet, the bat is already stiffing around."
"You know I'll make you proud, Mister J." You reached your index finger out and barely touch his hand.
He allowed it before grabbing your fingers and squeezing them slightly. He lifted one eye brow and slowly smirked.
"Come'ere." He ordered.
Immediately, you were up and around the table. Leaning in toward him, so he could whisper into your ear. You smiled as you listened, then happily obeyed.
Ducking under his arm, you popped up between his stretched out, cuffed down arms. You sat down on the edge of the table and straddled him as he stood up and leaned forward. You let one of your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his head to you. Then wasted no time as you started whispering violent little pleasures to him, making him close his eyes. Your fingers were already slipping between his flat abdominal muscles and the elastic waist of his pants, finding their way down to his firm erection. Stroking him slowly, you dug your nails into his neck, making him moan. You knew exactly what he craved. Roughly grabbing his green hair and pulling his head back. Biting his exposed throat, you started to stroke his dick with more vigor.
Moaning deeply, he pulled at the cuffs wanting the use of his hands. He wanted more. A quick nod from Mister J was all you needed. He didn't have to speak. You knew what he wanted, you complied willingly. Your skirt went up and his pants down, just enough to accommodate for the situation. You smirked, knowing you hadn't wore underwear, hoping your visit might take this turn. Your elbows rested on his shoulders and your hands grabbed his hair as you braced for his mount. A loud gasp of pleasure escaped your lips as he entered into you with a thrust of his hips. Your bottom lip trembled with excitement. This was one of the many things you had come to missed over the past few months. Your excitement caused you to continued teasing him with tales of violent delights. As they rolled off your tongue and into his ear, his breathing became heavy and brisk. Your hips pumped back and forth, meeting his stroke midway.
Feeling him pushing against you, you laid back on the table pulling him on top of you. Your hair came into contact with his cuffed hands, he tangled his fingers into your hair and pulled your head back. His teeth and tongue glided against your neck. Rough enough that it made you cringe and moan, with a mix of pleasure and pain. His cuffs had just enough slack to allow one hand around your neck. As he gripped your throat, it was an incredible turn on for the two you. You arched your back, allowing yourself to get caught up in the moment. His steady rhythm became incredibly vigorous. He maintained his brusque stroke for a few more minutes before burying his head and climaxing hard. He exhaled loudly and you felt his body relax on top of you. He didn't immediately lift away, instead he rested his head on your chest and starting to talk.
"I know the bat well enough to know...The old bat boy will be dropping in on you. He'll naturally assume something isn't right, that it's not all what it seems. And once he starts piecing things together he'll try to persuade you he can help."
"The bat'll want to save you from the sinister fate, he just knows awaits." You and the Joker both laugh.
He pushes himself up and looks at you.
"You send him to me, understand." You could feel him cradle your head in his hands. "You worry with the cops and I'll deal the bat. He's not going to spoil our fun."
He leaned in closer, "Keep playing the poor melancholy victim until it's time. The plan will still be executed as discussed."
*Bang bang* The guard hit the door giving the warning that time was almost up.
You quickly grabbed his head, your hands on either side of his face. You force a passionate kiss on him. He didn't return the kiss, only giving you a spiteful look. You slipped out from under him and quickly made sure nothing was out of sorts.
The video starts again. Batman can see what is happening...
You are seen standing and the Joker is seated. You immediately leave. And just like before, the Joker looks right into the camera and grins.
Batman pauses the video.
"Sir, I hate to state the obvious but he's up to something. And the guard responsible for pulling the plug on the video should be dismissed. Appalling." Alfred stood holding a serving tray.
"The young guard the Joker killed last night...He was that guard's replacement. The corrupt guard has disappeared, since his departure from Arkham." Batman's face was somber.
"Rotten luck." Alfred answered.
Batman started playing the video from the attack, again. He tried to inhance the sound. Still unable to hear what the Joker said to the young guard before killing him.
"The guard's answer would suggest he asked about the interview with Miss y/n. But I know the Joker and he's always got something else up his sleeve. Always." Batman thought out loud.
"But what? And her? I can't put my finger on it. Is she a friend or foe?" Batman studied the paused video.
"Perhaps, sir. It's time she answers a few questions." Alfred suggested.
"Perhaps, so."
