The sound of the door slamming echoed. Joker folded his arms behind his back as he marched toward his stockpile of "toys" in the other room. His clenched teeth and curled lip trembled as he put more thought into what, he deemed, was just a preposterous outcome. Stopping only once, rethinking his choice of leaving so abruptly.

"Unexpected, yes. Undesirable, not necessarily. No, no. Come on Joker, ole boy. Never on their terms, never." He went back and forth arguing to himself.

He plopped down in the chair and slouched low behind his work table. His eyes cut over toward opening of the hallway, invoking another dirty look. Then he looked down and noticing he was still in his underwear, his annoyed look turned loathsome. He promptly stood up and marched himself right back into the room.

"I will not be having this!" He thought.

Entering into the room, it was like he hit a brick wall, stopping briefly when he saw you standing there. You appeared to have just gotten up from the bed, where he had tossed you aside just five minutes earlier. The look on your face was surprise but happy, you smiled at him for a split second before immediately trying to ignore him. You looked away. As soon as he realized that he'd stopped to stare at you, he snarled and walked toward his dressing area.

Picking out a pair of purple pin stripe pants, he non-chalantly put his foot into a leg, then the other foot and pulled them up. He started buttoning them and began watching you using the mirror's reflection. As he watched, it became very apparent that you couldn't stop yourself from glancing over your shoulder at him every few seconds. Even having him "catch" you didn't seem to dampen your curiosity. He stood there for a moment staring at your reflection before turning his head toward you, stretching his arm out and motioning for you to 'come here' with one finger.

For you, tension instantly filled the room. Regardless, you found yourself en route to him, only a few steps away. After a few more, you were standing there, right beside him, looking into the the mirror at him. You were a tiny thing compaired to him, the top of your head was barely even with his shoulder line. And that was only if you stood up completely straight, stretching every inch of your body upward. Once beside him, you looked away, bouncing your eyes from here to there. Your behavior became skittish, as you became very aware of how embarrassed of your little "outbust" you were.

He squinted almost with a grimace as he watched your hesitant movements. The normal ego boost he would have gotten, from having someone be so timid of him, was lost on the fact that he was vexed by why you were acting like this.

"My fierce little fighter, actting like silly school girl." He through, "I'm not done toiling with you."

His scowl slowly turned into a beautiful smile. He'd just decided that he would use your confused emotional state against you, just another way of messing you your head.

Between your consent back and forth eye movement, you froze, when you saw the scowl on his face had suddenly became a mischievous smirk with an raised eyebrow. You felt that thick, hard to breath kind of dread that was caused by recognizing that look...his look. The same look a predator gives their prey, as they're playing with them, right before the kill.

"Belt." He ordered.

You glanced up at him and then let your eyes scan over all his clothes. You were pretty sure what he meant but not sure as to why. You hesated before doing anything.

"Well!" He snapped so loudly that it made you jump.

Then he immediately turn on the charm, speaking in a pleasant tone. "It's not going to sprout legs and walk itself over here."

You gave him a quick look and reached for the belt. You held it out for him to take.

"Don't miss any loops." He was watching your reaction.

Your heart rate instantly doubled as he finished the sentence. You tried to keep your composure. As you started to put the belt in the first loop, your hands were trembling slightly. You hurried and got the belt through. Starting on the second loop, you were still just as nervous. Touching him...touching his waist line made the butterflies in your belly, not dance, but claw to get out. You actually felt nauseated as you moved on to the third loop. At this point you had to make a crucial decision, walk behind or wrap your arms around him in order to reach the back pant loops. For the first time, after having started, you glanced up at his face, he wasn't even watching you. He was looking in the mirror, picking at his teeth. It was like a weight lifted and you became less apprehensive, and instead envious, of his attention.

Without hesitation you hugged his waist and continued looping the belt around his back, making sure to lean into his body as close as you could. The side of your face was flat against his chest. You could feel the warmth of his body on skin. "Hmm, his smell" you thought. Suddenly your eyes widen, you could hear the sound of his heart beating. Everything slowed down. Your eyes closed and your breathing matched the steady rhythm of his heart.

"He's only human," you thought. "He's no different than any other person on earth. No different than me."

You slowly lifted your head and looked up at him. By now he was looking down, somewhat opposed of you having hugged him. Some how your hands had continued to loop his belt, while your mind was on the edge of the universe, looking down into a whirlpool, of epic proportions. You had only just dipped your toes in and the Joker was the current, about to pull you under.

You quickly finished the belt, leaving it unbuckled per instructions. You were sorta in a dazed of disbelief as he continued to order you around.

He pointed toward a green shirt. You reached for it while he spoke, "That's my last clean shirt, isn't it? Hmm, I've been putting off finding a new dry cleaners...After I had to kill the last one for using too much starch."

In a a kneejerk reaction your head spun around toward him, showing how unfavorable his statement was with your expression.

He frowned mocking you spitefully, "You disagree with my methods." He couldn't stop the frown from slowly turning into a smirk.

"I suspect you still believe you're superior when it comes to the moral fiber of life and all that trivial tenet." He lifted an eyebrow as through you would agree.

"Ha! None of it matters..." He exploded cheerfully. "That's the beauty of life...It's all inconsequential, irrelevant. One big laugh riot." He laughed loudly.

You looked at him, almost sorrowful, remembering how detached he truly was.

"But that's the joke. We won't have to answer for any of it. Ha-HA. It's all one big joke and so many miss the punchline. And that's..." He laughed devilishly.

"...Well, that's why I'm here. To remind this city, the world, the bat..." He snarked as he said 'the bat'.

"That it's all a big pointless rat race." His grin was self satisfying.

"You really believe that? None of it matters, the good or the bad. We won't answer for any of it?" You were honest with your question. The look on your face was almost like that of a child, hearing a fairy tale for the first time.

"My dear..." He reached down and gently touched your chin with his knuckle and thumb, giving it a small squeeze.

"I don't believe it...I know it." His smile was intoxicating, he almost could make you believe what he was saying.

You were still holding his shirt. Snapping out of the spell he had put you in, you looked down at the shirt and remembered what you were doing. Adjusting it so he could slip his arm into one of the sleeves, you walked behind him. He watched your reflection as you looked back at him using the mirror. You gestured with a nod for him to go on and put his arm into the sleeve. He eyeballed you like a hawk. His arm slid elegantly into the sleeve, then the other arm went in. Once the shirt was on you reached up and made sure the yoke was comfortable sitting on his shoulders, sliding your hands over it. He showed no negative reaction to your touch. So without hesitation, you moved back in front of him and began to button the shirt slowly. You half expected to be slapped but he allowed it.

You didn't look up at him until you were three or so buttons from the top. He was still glaring at you with suspicion. You gave him a wide-eyed look of innocence as you finished the last button. Reaching up, you put your hands on his collar to flip it. He grabbed your hands and jerk them away. You continued to stare at him without changing your expression. You calmly pulled your hand free of his grip and went back to folding his collar upward. He allowed it this time. You couldn't help but smirk.

"What's got you smiling?" He snapped hatefully.

"You." You turned and went for a bright blue string tie.

"No. The black one." He barked at you.

You moved your hand over the brightly colored collection of ties til your hand was over a black tie. You glanced at him through the mirror. He nodded once to the right. You moved your hand over a black and white poka doted tie, he nodded yes. You quickly pulled the string tie off the rack and turned back to him.

"If none of it matters? Then why do any of it?" You asked, wanting to understand.

You had the tie in both hands, ready to wrap it around his neck. He stood up straight, making you stand on your tippy toes in order to put the tie over his head. You carefully made sure it was laying flat around his collar before tying it into a big bow. He smugly stretched his neck out as you flipped his collar back down over the tie. He slightly curled his lip as you ran your thumb between the shirt collar and the skin of his neck, making sure everything was in order.

He boorishly slapped your hands away and started adjusting it himself, while answering you, "Oh, I'm afraid my intentions have no justification."

He stopped fidgeting with the tie and looked down at you.

He grinned, "Besides, haven't you heard? I've got bats in the belfry, squirrels in the attic... I'm as looney as a jaybird." He winked at you and laughed, causing you to blush a little.

He gestured toward one of his vest, an basic four button vest, deep orange in colour. He started tucking his shirt into his pants, while you reached for the vest. You watched and wait letting him finish. Walking behind him, you did the vest just like you'd done the shirt. Allowing him to slip his arms through, as you held it up for him. Once it was on, he began buttoning up the vest himself. He started to step away.

"Wait." You took a step or two to keep up with him.

You tighten the vest belt in the back. Once you'd tighten it, you ran your hands around his sides, making sure the vest was fixing snuggly around him. This caused him to lifted his arms up slightly and turn around, ready to slap you. You couldn't help but flinch, as you quickly pulled your arms away from him. It surprised you when he didn't hit you. He grinned at your reaction. The anticipation of being hit was good enough for him. He chuckled as he walked over to a chair and sat down.

You brought him his shoes, then you went back for his spats. You had never seen anyone actually wear them, at least not now days, but him. Of course, he was one of a kind. Once he was done putting on his shoes, he crossed his leg and wiggled his foot for you to put his spat on. You fumbled for a second, figuring out exactly how to put it on over his shoe. Once you'd worked out the mechanics, the whole thing was simple. You slipped it on and buttoned it up over his shoe. Looking up at him when you'd finished with the first spat, he was putting on his gloves. You watched as he gracefully slid his long slender fingers into the purple leather glove. Then balling his hand into a fist a few times, molding the glove fit perfectly around his hand. As he started putting on the second glove, you couldn't help but think about the few times he'd taken them off so he could touch you with his bare hands.

"You loath him, find him repulsive, right? Of course you do. He's done horrible things, he'll do even worse things in the future," you told yourself.

But the reality of it was completely opposite. Your mind quickly spun right off track, letting your eyes and mind venture to places they ought not go. "His masculinity, his style, his mannerisms, the way he commands the attention...Oh dear god." Your enter dialogue was quickly betraying you.

"A a-a-aahhem." He was staring at you with a lowered brow.

"Christ," you thought, as you realized you were still on the floor, holding his other spat, literally glazing at him. You quickly put the spat on his other shoe, stood up and back away.

"Get my long tail." He watched you carefully as you took it off the coat hook and carried it over to him.

He ignored you and got up. You watched and waited for the Joker to finish combing his hair and primping in the mirror. For some unknown reason you squeezed his jacket as you held it. Your eyes widen. You felt something small and flat in the enter pocket of his jacket. You discreetly got your hands on it, keeping an close eye on him. He finally noticed you staring at him. He couldn't help but grin. It prompted him to turn around. He was fully dressed and actually looked amazing. You gave him a small nod of approval and then held up his coat for him. He turned around and put one arm in, then the other. With a slight jerk of his arms the coat went on with no effort. You stepped back, putting your hands behind your back with, what turned out to be, a key safety tucked in your fist. You couldn't believe it. The hope that it might unlock your chain was ceaseless.

"You maybe good for something...beside killing, after all, Pigeon." He was still adjusting his coat.

You felt like he knew as soon as he looked at you. "He knows, wait no he couldn't, not yet. Calm down," you told yourself. He walked toward you a few steps, causing you to back up from him. He stopped. You couldn't hide your sudden apprehensiveness of him. This made him grin.

"Oh, come come my dear...you still don't trust me yet?" You could see the trickery in his eyes and grin. He was being captivating, trying to get you to let your guard down.

He curled his finger up, then pointed down in front of him. He was ordering you to come stand in front of him. You hesated at first, then did what he wanted.

"Even after everything..." His head motioned towards the bed.

"You'll still scare to death of me. Heehee. As you should be." He grinned shamelessly.

He bent over to look you in the face, "I'll tell you a secret, that I suppose, you haven't figured out yet."

He lifted one eyebrow, "Killing you would be the easy way out. And you, dear, you're not getting the easy way out."

You looked at him, staring into his green eyes. Your hand squeezing the key tightly. You didn't know what to do. "Leave, please leave," you thought. Almost on que, he stood up, putting his arms behind his back and then turned to leave. It was like you could breath again. You watched as he moved toward the door, opened it, exited and then pulled it shut.

You waited for a few seconds before pulling your hands from behind your back. You opened your fist and there in the palm, was the key. You held it up between your two fingers.

Your mind raced, "Do I wait for the right time? There won't be a right time, ever. Go, now. He's not expecting something like, you getting a key. Now. Go."

You still hesitated. Maybe somewhere inside you were scared you'd succeed. Regardless, you squatted down and tried the key. Your heart stank immediately. It wouldn't open. Then suddenly to looked at the radiator. You ran over to try the lock on the other end of the chain. As soon as you slipped the key into the lock, the door flew open violently. You didn't have to turn and look, to know what was happening.

He was furious. His teeth showing from the snarl on his face. His eyes landed on you and you turned the key. There was no wondeful popping nosie of a lock opening. Nothing happened. You turned it again in a panic. Still nothing. The reality of the situation hit you. You had taken a key. A key that wouldn't open the locks on your chain and now he knew that you had taken it, with the intent of escaping. As soon as all this crossed your mind, it was too late. He was almost on top of you. You scrambled to your feet and quickly started running from him. You had no where to go but the other side of the room. He stopped and watched you as you put some distance between you and him.

He looked toward the lock, you had left the key in it. He laughed as he walked over and took the key. He made sure you could see him putting it back into his jacket.

"Nice try, I suppose." He was still angry but laughing.

He started to walk toward you again. You backed up as far as you could, hitting the edge of the counter. As he moved closer you started you crouch down. You pulled your legs up to your chest and put your head down, feeling him as he got closer and closer. You braced for the worse. But it didn't come, he squatted down in front of you.

Peeking up at him, he started to speak, "I'm inclined to give you an old fashion whoopin'."

"Oh, Pigeon." He patted the side of your face gently. "You're going to really wish you hadn't done that...touch something that belongs to me...Such a no-no."

He suddenly grabbed both of your upper arms and stood, pulling you up into a standing position. Once on your feet, you tried pull free from his grip. It was no use. He slammed your whole body against the counter then keeping the same grip on you, slung you around. He forcfully pushed you backwards, making you stumble and fall into one of the smaller side tables. The table, a lamp, and you went crashing down to the floor. Immediately, he had a hold of you again, he was jerking to up into your feet using the back of your shirt. He had a huge hand full of it, slinging you around like a ragdoll.

"You don't touch my stuff. Understand?" He stopped jerking you about and held you up close to him.

He let go of the back of your shirt and roughly wrapped an arm around your body.

He gave you a hard jerk, "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes-s." You mumbled.

His other hand grabbed your throat and pushed the back of your head against his chest, "Yes, what?"

"Y-yes..." You hesated, "Yes, sir."

He laughed, "Let's try again, shall we."

When you didn't say anything right away, he tightened his grip, just barely on the verge of strangling you.

You were teary eyed, "I-I don't know what you want me t-to say."

He lifted you off the ground and started carrying you as he spoke playfully, "Harlequin of Hate, Jester of Genocide and my personal favorite the Clown Prince of Crime...Oh, but for you, my dear."

He stopped walking for second and pulled you even closer so he could whisper into your ear, "You're going call me the very thing you swore you never call me, all those months remember, yes? Well, today's the day, Pigeon!"

He suddenly let you go and spun you around so you were facing him. You stood there like a child being scoured. Your arms hanging down at your sides, your fingers pitching and twisting the bottom edge of your shirt. Your head was down, waiting for the next slap, punch, push or pull from him. He reached down and tilted your face upward so he could see you.

He cooed charmingly at you, "Now say it: Yes sir, Mr.J."

He grinned smugly and crossed his arms waiting to hear you repeat the words. You closed your eyes and repeated them.

"Yes sir, Mr. J." You said it without emotion.

He uncrossed one of his arms and motioned with his hand as he spoke, "And...I'll never touch anything that belongs to you again."

"I'll never touch anything that belongs to you again." You almost rolled your eyes.

He became enthusiastic, "Well done! Wellll...doonne."

"Oh and Pigeon." He quickly became arrogant, pointing at you. "In case you didn't realize, you belong...to me now."

He grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and bent down. He held your head as he placed his cheek against yours and whispered into your ear. "But we both know, that deep down that's what you want. Isn't it?"

You quickly jerked away from him. He allowed you to do so, only laughing. You wiped the tears from your face. You were angry and bitter because he was right. Even as you stood there, having been tossed around by him you still wanted his approval and attention.

He crossed his arms behind his back, "Cheer up. Now that we've established proof of ownership, I'm going start taking better care of my things."

He started grinning, "Starting with you." He began to move his arms and hands around as he talked.

"It's not fair to expect you to be so compliant, day after day, when I haven't given you the means to thrive." He was becoming more and more cunning with his tone.

The more he spoke the more you could tell, by his mannerisms, that he was up to something.

"You have needs and wants. You've made that clear." He lifted an eyebrow, "Oh, yes. You've made that very clear by that little outbrust."

He laughed slowly.

You had no warning, he grabbed you again and manhandled you to the bed. Just like before, he managed to wrap himself around you, while you laid on your side. He pulled you in as close as phyiscally possible.

His arms wrapped around you, "You'll never be any use to me if we can't put an end to this tug of war of emotion you have. One minute your the feisty little fighter that would greatly benefit me...the next you're a stupid girl with a crush. Unable to function."

He unwrapped his arm and move his hand to your neck. But it wasn't to threaten or hurt you, he gently slipped his gloved hand over your neck and brushed your hair out of the way. Once he'd done that, he started stroking your neck with the back of his fingers. You instantly felt chills pulse through your body, making you shiver.

"Hmm hm-hm-hehe." He was almost giggling.

"Relax. Enjoy." His words made you close your eyes and tense up. "I'm going help you get over this little road block, hm-hm-hehe. My gift to you."

Using his teeth, he bit down on the finger tip of his purple glove, holding it so he could pull his hand out. He tossed the glove aside. Your eyes widen as you felt his bare hand on your thigh. Your heart started racing, and your body immediately responded to his touch. He slowly felt his way up your body, letting just his fingers glide against your skin, moving over your hip, under your shirt and pass your waist. He flatten his hand out against your belly, applying pressure as he handled your body. Your breathing was becoming heavy as you quickly started letting yourself enjoy what was happening. That was the twisted allure you had for him. You were under no misconception about how diabolical, illogical and egoistical he was; you hadn't suddenly forgotten any of this. You just no longer cared. Seeing him for what he was, you'd also seen his charm, intelligent, and humanity.

He let his hand linger on your abdomen, rubbing over your scar. As his thumb traced the J, he pushed his hips into you, obviously enjoying having you "branded". He made small grunting sound as you returned his push with a roll of your hips into him. A loud gasp of pleasure escaped from your parted lips, Joker's hand had promptly moved upward, firmly clasping your breast. He squeezed your breast firmly, making your moan as he brushed your nipple.

His touch felt so hands looked for something to hold on to. One hand grabbed a handful of his pant's leg, while the other balled up some of the bed sheet. Your body was aching with lust, your back arched and your head tilted back, exposing your neck. You felt him move, he lifted his head. Then you felt his arm, under you, wiggle it's way upward toward your throat. The sensation of his grip around your throat was titillating. You could feel him squeezing your neck just enough to fed his need for control and violence.

"So willing...so venerable, hmm-hm-hm-hehe." There was a suggestive intone in his cheerful voice. "I could strangle the life out of you...Right now and you'd let me. You'd die happy, yes? Hee-he."

There was something incredibly intoxicating having him restrain himself enough to make sure you were enjoying yourself. You let out another moan if enjoyment, he quickly slid his hand up just enough to get his finger into your month. You knew what to do. He smiled as you bit his finger but his still had a glove on this hand. So just like he had done earlier, you held on to the tip, while he removed his hand from the glove.

Once his hand was freed from the glove, he quickly plucked the glove from your mouth and grasped your throat again. You were completely aroused, yearning for whatever he had in store for you. Your body moving against him, you could feel that he was not fully aroused. You through quickly, grabbing hold of his hand, coaxing him to apply more pressure against your throat. He was incredibly provoked by your gesture, grinding his hips against you roughly. He instantly slipped his other hand between your thighs. Your body tensed up and you gasped loudly from the surprise and stimulating pleasure, of what he had just done. You were almost panting as he let his fingers tease you.

He watched your expression with a smirk on his face, "There, there...How's that, my dear? Enjoyable, no? He-he."

You squeezed his hand again as a way of agreeing. He knew exactly what to touch and how to touch it, driving you to the edge quickly. He was completely over whelming you with pleasure, you couldn't think. He watched, enjoying the control he had over you. He slowed down the movement of his fingers just to watched your hips adjust to the new rhythm and pace he set. Then, speeding his fingers up again, he'd grin watching your body's reaction, your back arched and lips parted as your breathing continued to get faster.

He stopped for a moment, taking your leg and lifting it over his thighs and hips. You moved it only slightly for comfort, causing him to forcefully grab hold of leg and place it back where he wanted it. He held your leg in place for a few seconds before he slowly started sliding his hand up your enter thigh. You pushed your hips toward his hand begging for more. He responded by stopping his hand midway up your thigh and squeezing your neck.

He whispered, while at the same time tapped his finger against your thigh in rhythm to his words, "Tisk, tisk, tisk." He grinned.

You bit your bottom lip out of lust.

"Bite your lip again." He snapped quickly.

You smiled for him and then did as he told you, biting your lip with extra force. He snickered deeply. He released your neck and moved his hand to your jawline, placing his thumb on your lip. Your teeth clamped down on his thumb hard, making him grind his hips against you and squeeze your enter thigh. As soon as you stopped bitting his finger, you felt his body relax from the lack of stimulation. You knew exactly what he wanted, and needed, to enjoy sex. You no longer suspected, but knew that he had a touch of sadomasochistic tendencies. "He...Mr. J needs it just rough enough, pain invoking", you thought. Some playfully, brute force. You were completely willing to cater.

You suddenly started pulling away from him, knowing he would start manhandling you in order to make you complaint. With a little extra wiggling and force you managed to break free from his hold. Before you could even turn your body over, he was grabbing hold of your arm. With him gasping your arm, you quickly got off the bed. As he started to crawl off the bed, you slapped him across his face and then immediately crawled into his lap. His eyes widened and his grin went straight but he wasn't displeased. He wasn't completely prepared for what you did next.

You grabbed his face, forcfully turning his head to the side and whispered to him, "I won't break."

For a moment you didn't know what he was going to do, but he lowered his brow and a smile crossed his face. He wasted no time, his arms wrapped under your thighs as he got up from the bed. Lifting you up, he slammed you into the wall, nearing the bed. His weight pressing hard against you, pinning you between him and the wall. Your arms went over his shoulders and around his neck, as you grabbed his hair, pulling it incredibly hard. He grinned. His hands slid under your butt to support you, as your legs hooked around his waist. You suddenly slapped him again, playfully but hard. The look on his face was amazement. As he looked at you, you nodded just once. You suddenly felt his grip on you tighten, he pulled your body away from the wall just enough to slam you back into it, with greater force, causing you to cringe just a little. You immediately felt how turned on it made him, to see your discomfort. You tighten your grip around his neck with one arm, before taking your other hand and grabbing his lower jaw. You stared at him.

You dragged your thumb over his lip, "There's a price though...one kiss." You said it very stern and half expecting to be punished for even asking it. He wasn't a kisser when it came to fulfilling his sexual pleasure.

Joker looked at you, lips slightly parted with a puzzling frown. His eyebrows lifted, he was thinking, debating. It felt like time was standing still until he moved. He wrapped one hand around your waist and squeezed tightly, keeping you from slipping. He stepped back from the wall, carrying you with him. He didn't take you back to the bed, instead he carried you across the room and sat you down on the table.

You braced yourself on the the edge of the table, as you unwrapped your legs from around him. He immediately crowded in on top of you. Taking your head and tilling it up, so he was face to face with you. You stared into his bright green eyes. His hands slid down from your face and held your neck. He was demanding and forcefully, almost vicious. You kept your head tilted toward his face but closed your eyes. You could feel him so close, leaning over. You whined softly as he teased you by brushing his lips against yours. Then it happened. He pressed his lips to yours. For a few seconds, he maintained a gentle kiss, only allowing his tongue to touch the edge of your parted lips. Then he lifted his head. "That's it", you thought with disappointment.

You started to opened your eyes but he aggressively pulled your head, making you stretch your body, to meet his lips. This time, this kiss was completely different. From the moment his lips connected with yours, he showed dominance and desire. His tongue forcibly entered your parted lips and coached your tongue were he wanted it. You surrendered to it. The Joker's kiss was powerful and made you feel like he couldn't get enough of you. His manipulation of you made you crumble, holding your head in place as he leaned his head from one side, then to the other, maintaining the kiss. Your breath was gone but you didn't care. You felt him start to pull away. You cupped your hands around his neck trying to keep him from pulling away. Breaking the kiss, he sucked your bottom lip before biting it, making your lip qrived with his depparture.

Your eyes opened quickly as you felt his body pull away from you. At first, you feared he was leaving, seduced and then abandon. But instead he stood there, in front of you, pulling off his jacket and loosening his tie, then he was right back on top of you. Pulling your shirt over your head, he tossed it aside, exposing your body. He grabbed your waist and dug his finger nails into your skin. It hurt but you didn't care. You went to slip your arm around his neck but he immediately stopped you, shoving you down flat against the table. You moaned from being slammed down. He grinned as he stretched his arm out and took hold of your throat. Using both hands, you gripped his wrist and playfully tring to push his hand away. Joker indulged your attempt to give him a little confrontation. He jerked you back up and pulled you in close. Burying his head, you felt a bite your neck, the fire of everything made you melt.

There was a sudden outbrust of playful, but aggressive slapping, pulling, bitting, pushing, pitching, sucking, groping, scratching, grinding, choking, foreplay. You were so lost in the intimacy of everything, you didn't realized that Mr. J had unbuckled his belt and pants. You gasped loudly as he entered you with a deep thrust. At once, you were moving your hips in rhythm with him. He held you tightly by the nape of your neck, controling you, as he rolled his hips back and forth. It felt so good, all you could do was groan and grunt between your breath.

You tried to kiss him again, he turned his head away so you couldn't. You used more force and tried to kiss him again. He backed handed you, hard, right cross the month. Reminding you that the price had been one kiss and that he had given you two. You immediately leaned back and grabbed your mouth. Under your hand a small smile started to form, as you stared at him. His snarl quickly turned into a charming smirk, as he grabbed your hand and removed it from your mouth. His other hand wrapped around your waist, pulling your lower body back into his hips. Instantly, he was back inside of you, making you gasp. He pitched your cheeks with one hand, mushing your mouth up, and tapped his finger against your lips. He grinned, shook his head 'no' and aggressively continued thrusting in and out of you. You closed your eyes, it felt so good.

Your hands reached up. Your fingers tangled in his soft green hair, holding on to it for leverage, as you rolled your hips against him. His hand slid down from your mouth, and held on to you neck. With every stroke, he squeezed your throat, causing your pleasure to grow. It surprised you how quickly you found yourself craving his hostile touch, along with his sensual touch. You pushed your butt and hips closer to the edge of the table, wanting more.

He suddenly manhandled you off the table, carrying you back toward the bed. The two of you remained connected as one. Arms and legs wrapped around one another as he crawled into the bed with you. He was soon leaning over on top of you, taking your arms and laying them above your head and holding them there in place. He was face to face with you, grinning. Using his head, he nudged your chin up so he could bite your neck. Your body arched under him, craving more of his touch. He bite one side of your neck, then the other side and started moving down. Your arms tensed up, he wrapped his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking incredibly hard. The pain turned to pleasure. You bucked your hips, begging for him. He promptly obliged, moving his hips right where he wanted them, he reached down with one hand and guided himself back into you. The pleasure was immediate. His grunting was very soft and controlled as he buried his head back into your neck. He lifted his head slightly and started talking.

"Convince me you're worth keeping alive after I've had my way." His thrusting immediately became less elegant and more boisterous at just a suggestion of aggression. You bucked your chest against him and tried to lift your your arms, causing him to use strength to hold you in place.

You tilted your head back and moaned, "Maybe I'm not." Your voice was breathy.

He threw his head back, "Hmm hm-hm-hehe-he-hahaha-ha-Ha Ahhh-Haaa-ha-ha-HA-HA..." His laugh built from a soft giggle until it was a full on cackle.

Shifting his weight, he used his arm to support himself beside your head. He reached down and scooped his arm under your bent knee, pulling your leg up higher, to better accommodate his need for rougher and deeper penetration. It caused you to gasp and moan from the pleasurable discomfort. Your reaction only fueled him. He tangled his hand in your hair and pull your head back, exposing throat. He immediately buried his face into your neck again, bitting and nibbling his way to your breast from time to time. Pulling his soft green hair, clutching his head close to you with one hand, you grabbed the sheet with the other one. You were pass the point of thinking, your body so close to climaxing it was in auto mode. Suddenly, you became more demanding, moving and meeting his with the same vigour. Your hand released the sheet and moved to pleasure yourself, while he continued to mount you hard. You could feel the tingling build of a nearing climax. The closer to the edge you got, the more assertive you became.

Your nails dug into the back of Joker's neck as you moaned, "don't stop."

He immediately producted a smug look and grinned. He continued to maintain his speed until he felt your muscles tense. Your thighs clinched against him, toes curl, your breathing stop, as your orgasm reached its pinnacle. Once over, your body relaxed. You laid there, carefree under the Joker. There was something immediately thrilling about knowing what just happened, was because of him. He was no longer moving, stopping once he knew you'd reach a climax. You finally opened your eyes, finding him staring down at you. A small smile formed across your face.

He covered your smile with his hand, you playful snapped at his hand with your teeth, causing him to curl his lip out of amusement. He grabbed your throat, hard, applying as much pressure as he could without actually strangling you. Your discomfort was what he wanted. He began thrusting quickly, it only took a minute or so and he was climaxing. He kept his hand wrapped around your throat, while he hunched over, his head hanging down, his hair tickling your face. Once he'd finished, he lifted his head and looked at you.

You felt him pet your throat with his thumb as he studied your face and body. He was eyeballing every inch of you. You hadn't realized it yet, but you were bursied and beaten from head to toe. The extreme roughness that had just occurred, even through welcomed and wanted, still violated you. Your lip was split and slightly swollen. Bright red bite marks covered your neck, shoulders and chest, some of them, already turning purple and black. The Joker's finger marks decorated your body like cheetah spots. As twisted as it was, you would wear them like a badge of honor over the next few days; proof of your intimacy. Joker was not without his own, you had managed to give him fresh claw marks on his neck from your nails. Along with a bruise or two, here and there, unseen of course, because he still had most of his clothes on.

Once he was done admiring his work, he released your throat and rolled off of you. He laid there beside you, pulling his pants up. Once he'd finished, he continued to laid there, saying nothing. You remanded stilled, even after all that, you still knew better than to cross any lines...