...You smiled, seeing him. He reached for you, spinning you around and pulling to close. As your back softly may contact against him, he locked his long arms around you body in an embrace. You turned your head and rubbed your cheek on the fabric of his shirt. Your hands reached up and gently squeezed his forearm as a sign of affection. You felt him give the top of your head a kiss, as he gave you tight squeeze before releasing you from the hug. He moved his hands down your sides before grabbing your hips and pulling you to him. He towered over you, even as he slumped down, nipping and caressing your neck with a fierce passion. His lips tickled your skin, causing your body to long for him. You quickly turned around to face him. Looking up at him, he placed his finger under your chin. He smirked at you, knowing you were putty in his hands. You were mesmerize, as always, by his gaze. Those green emeril eyes, that pierced straight through you, could have you purring at him with one glance...
You woke up calmly. You laid there, breathing heavy and staring into the semi-darkness. There was a slight smile on your face. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. You didn't seem to care that it involved him. The emotional rush from the dream left you with a longing, in a daze of lust. It felt so real, to be so far from reality. You causally rolled over.
Immediately, you sat up and scrambled back til you felt the edge of the bed. You heard him grunt and adjust his position, from having you roll into him. You were suddenly fearful, having been shocked back into reality. You stared down at him, waiting to see if whether or not you had woken a sleeping dragon. You squinted, trying to focus through the dark. You could see the pale outline of his arms tucked under head.
You gasped when you heard him.
"Boo." He said it softly.
As soon as he smiled, you could see his bright white grin in the dark. Your reflex was to flee, but before you could his hand was tightly around your forearm.
"What? Leaving so soon? Cheap whores get more respect." He laughed slowly and deeply.
He gave your arm a squeeze then let go of it. You didn't move. You felt embarrassed. You didn't know what to do. You just wanted to leave.
"I-l'm, I'm just going to the restroom." You waited for him to say or do something.
He didn't. He only shifted and tucked his arm back under his head.
You quickly got up and went into the bathroom. The door only closed so far, the chain required that a small crack remain. You stood there on the other side of the door, scolding yourself. You turned on the water and washed your face. You were wasting time, having not really needed the 'use' the bathroom. You felt the knot on your head. You still couldn't really remember. You pulled up your sleeve to look at your shoulder, it had bursied and was a deep shade of purple now. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and though...he did this to you. He's done it all to you. Don't forget.
You opened the door quietly. The light from the bathroom hit the bottom half of the bed. You could see he was still where you had left him. He was very still, eyes closed, one arm behind his head, the other rested on top of his chest. You watched his chest move up and down very slowly. He appeared to have fallen back asleep. You turned the light out and quickly walked out.
You slowly tip toed across the room. You didn't want to get back into the bed. You looked toward the TV, it was still on but had been muted. You made your way to it and sat down on your knees, in front of it. You looked for the remote and remembered that it was on the bed. You felt around until you found the channel button and started flipping through them. Stopping when something caught your eye. It was a local early morning news show and right there across the screen was the date. It had been just over year. You stared at the date until it went off and they started scrolling other information. Suddenly, everything started running through your head. A year of your life, gone. You tried to recall why, having listened to the Joker watch news so many time before, you hadn't realized it had been a year. You had no answer. The longer you sat there, the angrier you got. Your head turned toward the bed and scowled at that green haired monster. You calmly got up, quietly walk over the side of the bed and glared down at him.
Your eyes moved down the entire length of his body and back up again until they were once more studying his face. Resentment and bitterness stirred. But so did admiration and regard. However, your anger over shadowed everything, at that moment. Suddenly, everything became a possible weapon. The lamp, too flimsy and not heavy enough. Side table, no. Your hands, maybe. Your eyes widen. You quietly went into the bathroom and stared, the back of the toilet. Perfect. You carefully removed it, cringing in silence when it would make the slightest noise. You took it in your hands. It was heavy enough. You moved to the doorway and looked at him. He still seemed to be a sleep, making small noises as he slept.
You retook your position at the edge of the bed. You weighted all options to yourself. You'll get one good hit. And if it doesn't knock him out or kill him, it's at least going hurt like hell. Hurt enough to make him really pissed. Can you handle him? You stared at him. His hair was messy and his face was peacful. Everything you actually liked about him crossed your mind. You forced yourself to think about all the troubling and harmful acts he'd committed against you, against Cal, against all the untold others. Your hands gripped the heavy tank lid and you started to lift it.
You could feel your arms trembling, your breathing alone should have woken him. You were panting loudly, excitement and turmoil was churning. The hesitation you felt was normal, you told yourself. You aimed, but didn't swing. Loathing and fear started building but not toward him. You feared something else. You quickly put your arms down and held the lid in one hand, beside your leg. Tears were forming, so you clenched your eyes tightly closed. When you finally opened them back up, they met his glaze.
He slowly formed a smile. Fearing that you had just been caught, you released the tank lid from your hand. The sound of it hitting the floor caused him to flinch just a little. His movement trigged your defense mechanism. Your body mounted him and your hands went for his throat. You put all of your weight onto your arm, leaning into his throat. You felt him swallow against your hands. He didn't struggle. Grabbing hold of your forearms, he started laughing. You didn't have the strength needed. He simply pulled your arms out from under you, removing them from his neck.
"And just when I was beginning to think we had bonded..." He laughed loudly.
"...but if it's a fight you're lookin' for." He painfully tightened his grip around your forearms, digging his nails into your skin.
Tring to pull your arms away only causd him to hurt you more. You couldn't help but glance down beside the bed at the only weapon you had. He followed your eyes, turning his head and shoulders just enough to see over the edge of the bed.
He smirked smugly, "That would've left one hella wallop, commendable. See, Pigeon...You are just like me."
Being on your knees, straddling him, you leaned back enough to get to your feet. Standing up gave you more leverage to try and get away. It worked, you managed to free one of your arms from his grip, causing him to go for your leg. There was a small scuffle and you ended up hitting the floor hard enough that it knocked the air out of your lungs. By now, the Joker was laughing maniacally from the enjoyment of a good fight.
He was already sitting on the edge of the bed watching you. Stretching out his arm, he took a hold of the top of of head, tangling your hair in his hand and pulling. He jerked you up to your knees and drug you toward him. The sensation of your hair almost being ripped out, made you follow his lead. Your hand shot up and grabbed his, it was a reflex to try and lessen the pain of him pulling your hair. You braced yourself, first on the floor, then on his knee. Making sure you were right in front of him, he let go of your hair with a forcful shove. It caused you to brace yourself against his legs, as you stopping yourself from falling over. He immediately slipped both of his hands around your throat, barely applying any pressure. Instead, he pulled you up toward him, making you stretch your body. He continued to pulled you closer, making your body wedged in between his hands were holding on to his thighs, while your fingernails unintentional dug into them.
"I could snap it, you know. Just oonnne little twist and you'd be lifeless." You could feel his hands and fingers make tiny squeezing movements, like he was itching to just do it.
He was smirking out of pure bliss. Suddenly, you felt brave. You could have killed him, after all.
"I had it lifted over you." Your eyes shot back and forth as you stared at him nervously. "Maybe I am just like you. Maybe you should fear me."
His smirk went straight and he snarled at you.
"One swing and I could have-" You struggled to finish.
His grip tightened around your throat. You couldn't help but smile. It was a rare occasion that he was bothered by something you said. As he squeezed, he pulled you toward his face. You had to find your way to your feet in order to follow his grip. He stopped once you were eye level with him, reducing the pressure around your neck only slightly.
"And yet...here...we...are." His face was so close to yours that you could feel the words as he spoke them.
"Here we are." You quickly whispered, repeating what he had said.
The Joker turned your head slightly to talk into your ear, "How would you have done it? What was your plan?"
His hands were rubbing your throat now, rather than squeezing it, feeling your muscles and tendons as they moved. You didn't answer. You didn't know exactly what to say. He gave you hard jerk around your neck, gesturing for you to speak.
"I-I was just..." He continued to feel your neck, he was forcful and demanding, making you reach up and grab his arms. "...Just going to hit you."
"Yes, yes. And?" He was excited.
"I-I dont..." You nervously swallowed hard and licked your lips.
Before you could finish, he pushed your head away from him just enough so he could look at you better. His hands moved up, from your neck, to just barely cupping the sides your jawline and cheeks. He was incredibly rough and vicious with his movement, as he rubbed one of his thumbs over your bottom lip.
"I want to hear every little detail you imagined..." He left his thumb pressed on your lip, as he tighten his grip on your face and neck.
"...in that pretty little head of yours." He then continued to rub and roughly knead your lip.
"Maybe you-*argh*" A gasp of pain slowly escaped his lips, causing him to smile and close his eyes out of pleasure.
Your teeth were clamped down hard on his thumb. He didn't pull away. Instead, once you'd stop bitting, he pressed his thumb back down on the edge of your teeth. It was no secret that he enjoyed pain. His reaction was, some how, completely expected. You found yourself bitting his thumb again and watching to see if he liked it. As he felt it again, his smile enlarged and he opened his eyes to look at you. You were somewhere between intrigued and aroused, as you found yourself crawling onto his lap. You straddled him without thinking twice about it.
His hands quickly moved from your face to your thighs, almost like he was confirming that you had actually crawled into his lap. Your hands immediately went for his hair. Resting your elbows on his shoulders, your hands disappeared into his lush green mane. There was no question, whether or not he was aroused. He was. You felt his hands move up your thighs, slipping under your shirt, as he felt his way up your body. You forced his head back and stared at him for a moment. The look on each of your faces was bewilderment but that didn't stop you from pressing your lips to his. You tried to push your tongue between his lips but he quickly jerked his head away. Feeling his hands tighten around your waist, he lifted you off his lap and tossed you onto the bed, beside him.
The Joker immediately got and left the room, slamming the door behind him. You stared at the door after he left, waiting to see if, maybe, he was coming back. You were left lusting after something you didn't know existed 5 minutes earlier. Your breathing was rushed and you could still tasting him on your lips. As you reflected on what just happened, the bitter sting of rejection made you feel embarrassed. Regardless, you still knew everything was about to start changing.
