Immediate continuation of C11...
Mr. J was standing up as straight as an arrow, every inch of his 6'5 frame towered over you. He was biting his bottom lip with a snarl and his eyes narrowed with contempt as he watched you fidget with the bomb vest.
You could instantly tell by his posture that you were being an incredible annoyance to him, "Look, I'm sorry but it just does want to stay put. It's too big for me."
His eyes narrowed even more, right before he grabbed your arm and jerked it down, away from the vest.
"It'll be fine. If you LEAVE IT ALONE!" His sudden loudness caused you cringe for a moment.
His arms went straight down to his sides and his hands balled up into fist, as he tried to contain his anger. Then suddenly, he smiled, "Pigeon. Dear. If you touch it again I will blow you away with the vest."
You stared at him, standing perfectly still as the vest slowly slipped off your shoulder and went crooked. The Joker's sour expression fated to defeat; his mouth went pouty and his head hung. The weight of the explosives and the fact that the vest really was to large, caused it to go wonkie and hang off of you.
"Look here, I can just tape everything to me. Around my trunk. It will be fine." You tried your best to smooth over the situation.
He immediately shot you an incredibly nasty look, which was hard to take serious with the humorous undertone about the vest. You and he had been working on and off for last day, since arriving at the warehouse. Everything was in order except the vest. He'd actually taken off his own vest and used it, which was probably why he was so put-out that it wasn't quite working out as hoped. He'd wasted a perfectly good and stylish piece of clothing for nothing. You said nothing more, only letting your eyes followed him, not knowing where you remained on his tolerance level, for the moment.
"Arms up." He ordered with a small gesture of his hand.
You stretched your arms above your head and he carefully removed the vest, pulling it over your head. He sat down and started defusing it.
Once that was done, he slid it toward you, "Remove everything and be careful."
You did as he asked of you, handing each explosive over to him as you detached them. He started making more of the smaller bombs that were going to be used by you in order to create a distraction, giving Mr. J time to escape Barlowe and his men.
"We'll scrape the vest and for now go ahead and use the smaller bombs." He perked up, "Now, if he doesn't buy our bluff, you cannot hesitate before using one of these lovely little firecrackers."
He concentrated on the explosives, looking down and licking his bottom lip as he worked.
You watched him intently. Your eyes carefully took in everything about him, his little movements and small quirks. You always noticed something new, that would make your heart melt. His hands moved with grace and speed as he worked even with something so deathly, he was incredible proficient.
As always, once you started to gaze at him you got lost. His black eyes hadn't, to your surprise, swollen up but his nose still sported the wide open gash. You'd tried your best to get him to let you do something about his nose but he refused, saying it would only help authenticate the story you two were about to fed Barlowe. In the end, your repeated attempts to doctor him had only resulted in him roughing you up, so you capped the subject. However, you saw him later washing it, giving you a small sense of victory.
"Gggrrrrrrr-rrraaa" Your stomach spoke loud and clear.
You grabbed it out of surprise and smiled at Mr. J. He was looking up from the bomb with one eyebrow lifted, there was a smirk on his face but it wasn't out of amusement. You couldn't actually remember the last time you ate, it had been at least a day. He looked back down and started to work again right as your empty stomach made another demand for food.
"Sorry, sorry." You quickly apologized. "I don't suppose there's anything around-"
You immediately stopped. The look on his face told you everything you needed to know. Suddenly, his annoyed look faded.
"You know what, my dear...We could use a few things." He smiled, then casually started listing things.
"Firstly, handcuffs. A couple burner phones, I've seemed to have misplaced..." He patted his shirt pocket. "...the one I had over the course of these last few days."
He paused to think and scan the room.
"Bullets, knives...naturally" He chuckled, "He-oh, can't ever have to many of those around."
You waited for a moment, making sure he was done.
"Alright. Would you-" You stopped.
Before you could even start he'd dismissed you with a lazy wave of his hand, actually telling you, "Shoo, shoo."
Never once looking up at you. You left with your feelings, like his nose, bruised and battered.
You made two stops. The first stop was at a, surprisingly open, military surplus store. With it being the day after Christmas, you had planned on breaking in and robbing the place. At least, now, half of the hard work was done. You tried to causally go unnoticed as you explored the shoppe, even nabbing a camo baseball cap to wear around, in case of cameras. The older man, who ran the store, was quick to respond to your needs. At first, you felt bad, knowing you were about to rob this guy but he turned out to be unpleasant and quiet vulgar. You tried ignoring his comments until you noticed a case of brass knuckles, you couldn't resist.
"Sir, do you mind?" Pointing to the case.
"Sure thing, hot stuff, anything for a looker like you. Let me just unlock it for you." He went behind the counter, took out his keys, unlocked the case and you made sure to watch which pocket he returned the set of keys to.
"Lets see your hand, sugar. See what size you can handle." He reached for your hand, rubbed it and placed a set on your fingers.
You closed your fist, "Too big. Let me try the smaller set." You pointed to a smaller duster set, more like a tekko.
"Too big? Ah, naw sugar, most of you girlie like them big I thought. " He was trying to flirt in the worst way.
You cringed slightly at his comment and took the smaller duster from it on, it fix nicely, you smiled.
"It looks good on you...kinda like I would." He grinned and winked at you.
Without a warning, you hit the guy cross the jaw as you wore the knuckles. He grabbed his face and bented over in pain.
"You broke my tooth, bitch." He mumbled threw the blood coming out of his mouth.
He didn't noticed that you had walked behind the counter until you were right in front of him. He stood up, holding his mouth. It was obvious he was going for a gun he had hidden behind the counter.
"No. I don't think so." You threw back and hit him again: right across the face, causing him to go down.
He caught himself on the countertop before gently letting himself fall to his knees. You opened your hand and looked at the set of knuckles on your hand.
"If it takes more than two hits to knock a man out, then the knuckles are crap." You took them off and tossed them on the floor.
You quickly tried on a different pair and planted another punch across his face. He went out like a light.
"I'll take'em." You smiled and immediately started collecting whatever you wanted from the store.
You helped yourself to a couple of shotguns, a few handguns, enough bullets that you filled two duffle bags full of them. You tossed a bunch of different knives into a different bag. It took three trips to the car to load up everything. Before leaving you picked out a few goodies for yourself, a back holster just like you'd used before getting mixed up with Mr. J.
Finishing up, you checked on the guy. There was something, but not guilt, setting in from what you'd done. Sure, you'd done your fair share of bad things to people but you were never a cold blooded killer. You looked down at him laying face down on the floor, his face was already bright red and swollen. The thought of Joker being proud about what you'd done crossed your mind or would he be disappointed with the fact that you hadn't killed the man.
"You did good." Thinking to yourself as you turned and started to leave.
However, there was still a lingering feeling that you hadn't done what needed doing. As your hand gripped the door handle of the store, you pulled it back shut, locked it and looked back toward the counter where the store owner laid. Was this feeling, this yearning you felt coming from a need to please Mr. J or was it the darkness that he had recognize in you from the beginning, boiling up to the surface? You didn't let yourself think to long on it, grabbing a gun and loading it with bullets, you pointed and pulled. Leaving the man dead.
You made your last stop at a convenience store, it had phones and food. Needless, to say it was a lot busier than the last place. So, instead of making a scene, you simply paid for everything with the cash that you had stolen from the surplus store.
*Thunk*
You dropped the first of two duffle bags down onto the floor. You smiled at Mr. J and went back for the rest of the stuff. After you unloaded everything from the second trip, you went back a third time to get the last duffle bag and the phones and food. When you returned he was kicked back with his feet on the table and hands rested behind his head, watching as you brought in your spoils.
"Busy little bird." He slowly smiled.
"Well..." He moved one arm and gestured with his hand, "...show me, whatcha get?"
You unzipped each duffle bag, putting each one open enough so he could see the goodies that laid hidden just inside. Making yourself comfortable, you sat down on the floor by the bags, legs crossed indian style. You tossed a plastic bag with the phones in it, to Mr. J, who at once started to activate them. As he was doing this, you raided the food bag. It was only junk food but it would do.
"Anything from Barlowe? Any text yet?" You questioned him as you opened a nosey package.
He never looked up to address you, being focused on setting up the phone but he did speak.
"No, no. Not yet." His tone was aimless, like when he rambled. "I like to imagine Ole Barlowe is stuffing his face right now, thinking he's finally gotten the better of ole Joker..."
*Crunch*
He paused for a second. You loudly bit a piece of dill pickle, the kind that comes in its own little bag, and chewed it slowly. You eyeballed Mr. J while he continued to talk in his wayward tone, fully immersed in what he had to say. That tone had preoccupied many, many nights for you. The nights when he'd visit you, while you were still chained and alone. He'd talk for hours on end about everything. Back then you had failed to realize how much you had grown to treasure his company. But now, now you knew the true depths of your fondness for this man.
"...No idea that his men are dead, rotting away. Hee-he. Poor Ole Bar..." He laughed, "He and I are old pals, you see, Pigeon. He can't stand me...and I...well, I outshine him in every way imaginable."
He lifted his brow, "Boy! Is he going to be in for a surprise when he sees that am still around."
*Crunch*
He flinched slight at the sound but continued.
"Im starting to wonder though..." He began to wiggle his foot as it rested on the table, "If we're not going to have scrap the plan...and sniff out Bar-bo all own our little lonesome."
*Crunch*
He flinched again and froze. For only a moment, before beginning to wiggle his foot again, he carried on, right where he'd left off. You chewed and listen with intensity.
"That young lad's anecdote about a location being texted seems to have been rubbish." He frown slightly then lifted his brow again, "I suspect Francis may have had the mind to double cross his help...keeping Barlowe's money for himself."
He laughed, "It's exactly the kind of thing I'd do..."
*Crunch*Crunch*
He quickly shifted only his eyes toward you, looking at you finally. Giving you a look that you immediately recognized as a warning.
"Sorry." You almost didn't chew the bite of pickle in your mouth.
His eyes bounced from your face to the pickle in your hand. He studied it for a moment before fully lifting his head up and allowing a huge grin to fill his face. Your eyes shot back and forth between him and your hand until you realized what he was looking at. It wasn't the pickle but the blood on your knuckles that had dried. Suddenly, you realized that you had completely forgotten about killing a man only a hour ago.
Your face was filled with complexity while you allowed that to stink in.
"You. Forgot." You said slowly in your mind.
Then catching the gaze of Mr. J, as he grinned proudly at you, not even knowing why the blood was there, instantly snapped you out of it. You grinned and tilted your hand so you could look at the blood before looking back to him.
"That." You said through your smile, "That was rude man's way of apologizing."
Mr. J sat up with vigor, putting his feet down flat to the floor and leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
"Now, that iiissss interesting." He emphasized his words in the most fetching way.
Leaning toward you, while giving you a handsome smile, "Do Tell..." Coaxing you to tell him everything.
You woke up the next day on, what you had decided, was the hardest little sofa in the world. It was the very same one you'd been on when you saw and spoke with Mr. J for the very first time. The two of you had spent the last 48 hours in the warehouse waiting to hear from Barlowe with a text for a meeting place that never came.
You laid there awake for a while just thinking. It should have been the 28th of December, by your count. You sat up, stretched your arms then your legs. A long yawn followed and immediately your belly growled humourous.
Everything was left like you'd remembered it, before going to sleep. The two of you had spend nearly three hours more talking before you started displacing all the signs of sleepiness. Mr. J had insisted that you get some rest.
Walking around, you didn't see or hear any sign if Mr. J. None of the guns or bombs were missing, all of the knives and bullets were still in the duffle bags. On the table, however was one of the phones, face down. You moved towards the table, the closer you got, you could see that he had decided that decorating it was a good idea. A smile creeped across your face as you picked it up and ran your fingers over crudely scratched pigeon drawing on the back if the phone. Turning the phone over, you saw that, in fact, at was 11:16 am on Dec. 28th. The wallpaper on the phone was a joker card, that unmistakably Mr. J had taken the time to save. This made another smile cross your face. Next, you opened the contacts, just one name was on the list: MJ. You smiled yet again.
You wasted no time going to the restroom and then grabbing a bag of chips before walking out into the main part of the warehouse. You looked to see if the car was still there, it was. There was one more place he could be in the warehouse, making your way through the crates and boxes you arrived back to the opening where the your cage was. You didn't see any sign of Mr. J and the idea of actually calling him seemed odd and foreign to you just yet.
You carefully explored, taking great care not to touch or mess with anything. There was way more commodities about the place than you remembered from your time of imprisonment. Whether it had been there all along or not, was anyone's guess. It reflected the Joker in everyway, old magic tricks like sword boxes and knife throwing broads, old fair games and anything with a clown, joker and card theme was crammed in and littering the place. Tables loaded down with much of the same kind of items that had been kept at the other hideout were found throughout; including a ton of his Joker Venom. There were books on every kind of subject imaginable, from chemistry to comedy, including anything any one would or could consider a "classic".
You couldn't help yourself, as soon as you laid eyes on it, a copy of The Divine Comedy, you picked it up and thought "of course he has this." You turned to the title page of Dante's Inferno and ran your hand across the paper, then closed it shut. Then you spotted something else, your eyes were drawn to the old piano immediately. Abandoning the book on top of the piano, you flipped open the fall broad and hit middle C. The note rang out crystal clear, surprising you that it was in tune. Without any hesitation you took a seat on the bench and your fingers connected with the keys delicately. You closed your eyes and for a moment, rubbed your finger tips back and forth on the smooth surface of the ivory. Suddenly, the silence broke with the lush sound of Chopin's Nocturne 20 as it flowed from the piano. Your eyes remained closed while your hands and fingers followed the muscle memory from years gone by.
He didn't speak until you ended the opus. And even then, he only clapped charmingly for a short while. You knew he'd been there for at least half of the song, he hasn't stunk up on you. In fact, he'd walked up and leaned against the piano as you played, closing his eyes throughout most of the piece. Slightly swaying his head with the tempo, keeping a peaceful blank face though most of it, except for a few parts that seemed to invoke a smile from him.
As he finished his round of applause, he spiritedly ordered, "Play a little something with some holiday cheer."
You paused for just a second while your brain shuffled through the music you knew by heart. Mr. J looked on with a grin, he was anticipating whatever you were about to perform.
Your fingers hit the keys *C B-C A * C B-C A* C B-C A*
A simple and slow start for three measures then Carol of the Bells, in all its glory, came brimming out of the piano. A squeal of delight came from Joker as he immediately started to waltz around, loudly singing the tune of the song as you played. It wasn't long before he was pulling you up from the bench, demanding you partner with him and dance.
He continued to energetically hum the tune, "La dada dum, La dada dum..."
You tried to refrain from his invitation. There was no use, you found yourself being dragged around regardless. Your feet's lack of dancing know-how couldn't be hidden but it didn't seem to detour him in the least bit. He supported most of your weight with his arm, that was tightly around your waist, allowing him to move fluidly around with you. After a while you gave in, letting yourself giggle and your body move freely with his lead.
He came to the end of the song and immediately went into humming The Christmas Waltz, slowing down his peppy movement to match the more romantic tempo of the song. You instantly felt yourself tighten your own grip around him, sliding your arm almost completely around his neck and laying your head on his chest, right under his head. He rested his chin on the top of your head as he continued to hum and dance. Your senses dazzled from the feel of his touch and the sound of his humming. A deep inhale, done on purpose, made his scent feel your nose and spark your lust for him. Your fingers squeezed his shirt collar before you allowed them to find their way into the edge of his hairline. He didn't seem to mind, maintaining his embrace of you while he finished the song. He gracefully stopped moving as the end of the song approached, as he did you cuddled your head against him. You felt his body tense up.
"Enough." His tone was emotionless as he pulled away, not even looking at you.
He folded his arms behind his back and began to walk off, whistling a cheerful tune. You stood there with your arms timidly folded, watching him as he left. Somehow, you had expected more, while at the same time expecting less. That was the way he played the game. You were fully aware of how sly and deceitful he could be with his manipulation. A smirk crossed your face, you slightly shook your head and you followed.
The rest of the day he kept to himself, he slept for the first time in three days, that you'd seen. It was only four hours of sleep but when he awoke, he was like a different person. He was in the mood for violence.
It was simple to tell because you immediately became his outlet. A shove here, a slap there, he would rave and yell about the smallest annoyances. He sat, manically writing and doodling for a few hours, also looking up information on the internet before announcing that it was time to go. And just like that, you were no longer an outlet for his belligerence but now his ally. He was extremely excited about what he'd decide to do about Barlowe, telling you to hurry as you gather up the few items he demanded and prepared to leave...
There was nothing random about the house he'd picked, later that night. The older couple he'd killed with the Joker Venom, apon first arriving; the man Mr. Pollew turned out to be Barlowe's accountant. While brainstorming, Mr. J had decided it would be extremely more instrumental in "getting back at Ole Bar-bo", as he put it, to kill off the people around him who helped make and keep, his money safe. Mr. Pollew and his wife were just the start of many necessary victims, in order for his punchline to work. However, Pollew Jr. and his wife, the extra house guests that you'd come across while checking the upstairs of the house, they would just become victims of circumstance...
So there you stood, watching while Mr. J roughed the young couple up, taunting them. As uncomfortable as one would assume it would be to watch, it wasn't. At least, at first it wasn't. It was like watching a television show, however the surrealism wouldn't last long.
He was enjoying causing the young man anguish as he toiled with his wife, her crying and whimpering made the man struggle to help her. Joker straddled the young women, choking her with one hand and threading her with a knife with the other. With a small cut here and a quick nick there, Mr. J laughed while the woman sobbed. It wasn't until the husband started to wiggle and thrust about on the floor beside them, that he became completely engrossed with the situation.
The petty torment turned dark as he used the knife to trace the outline of the woman's lip in a sensual manner. You immediately became uncomfortable. It wasn't until he started to cut the buttons off her nightgown, one by one, exposing her chest, that it became intolerable for you. You were tore between disgust and lust. As appalled as you shouldn't been, you couldn't help that your jealousy peeked tremendous, causing you to turned and leave.
You hastily made your way back down the hall, when you heard the loud violent sound of blunt jabbing mixed with moans and crying. Freezing for a moment, you listened as the sound repeated itself over and over. The sound of the young man's tearful sobs could be heard. All you could do was presumed that Mr. J had started stabbing the women. And in fact, that's exactly what he'd done. For some reason, he had been distracted enough to look up from his recreation, just in time to see the look on your face as you turned and left. This caused him to do something very uncharacteristic and speed up the whole process of enjoying a kill.
As you stood there listening, the same violent stabbing sound could be heard as he killed the young man, this time it didn't take nearly as long for him to finish. You mustard your courage and began to move back down thr hall but before you could take your next step, you could hear Mr. J briskly coming up behind you. You braced yourself for whatever was about to unfold. A gasp escaped your lips as he roughly wrapped his arms around your body. His gloves were dipping in blood as they soiled the white bathrobe you wore. He immediately buried his head into the curve of your neck and shoulder, viciously nuzzling you forcefully. His breathing was fast and heavy. His violent outburst had been an extreme turn on, there was no hiding it.
He let out a low lustful growl as he stood there groping your body, treating you like property. He was savage enough about it, that you were filled with desire along with apprehension. Suddenly he had you, picking you up and carrying you back into the bedroom.
Your reaction was to struggle enough, until he put you down. Turning around to face him, he immediately grabbed you again, forcefully taking your jowl and chin into his hand, he squeezed. He used his grip to pull you to him. You were partly frightened and unsure of what was happening. Then, almost as if he could see how unsure you were, he nudged his face against yours in a charming manner. Gently caressing his cheek and nose against your face. Immediately, sparking that deep, unexplainable attraction you had for him, making you cast any fears aside.
Your arms encircled his neck as you pulled him to you. With a lift and shove, he had you on the bed, aggressively kissing and biting at your blood on his gloves was smeared cross the bottom of your face and down your neck. The white bathrobe, you had on, was pushed aside and his touch smeared the blood down your body. He rushed adjusting your legs opens, being extremely domineering as he immediately started to unbuckling his pants.
You took the liberty of grabbing his hands, forcing them away.
"Let me." You demanded, as you finished unbuttoning his pants, only slower.
He lowered his head to your neck, causing his green hair to tickle your face. As he bit your neck hard, your cringed turned to a soft moan of pleasure. His breathing became rapid as you reached into his underwear and slowly started to stroke his full erection. You couldn't help but smile as he moaned softly.
He braced himself on his knees, while leaning over you, putting his weight on his arms. His head was still down, snuggled into your neck as he tilted his head up, just enough, to whisper into your ear.
"Harder..." His voice was needy, "Do it harder..."
Taking your free hand you ran your fingers through his hair, grabbing a handful of it and pulling it incredibly hard to incite him. While at the same time, you made sure to assert more aggression with your strokes, rough like he craved. That was all it took, he grabbed your throat, squeezing. You responded by tilting your head up, your back arched, your body pushed against him, begging for him to enter you. He responded, squeezing your throat harder and chuckled deeply. Removing your hand from his pants, you quickly pushed them down over his hips, releasing his erection. You rolled your hips against him as an invitation.
Using his grip on your throat, he turned your head to the side and whispered, "Ask me, for it."
There was a split second when you smirked before you snapped back, "Never."
That was all it took to instigated a playfully fight between the two of you. He roughly held you down, watching you struggle to get a hand free, once you did, it met his face with a slap. He grinned, enjoying every moment of it.
He allowed you to escape from under him. He sat up and watched as you approached him, he was curious to see what you were going to do. You crawled into his lap and straddled him, keeping your knees on the bed. Your hands forcefully grabbed his jacket collar, his gaze locked with yours, his bright green eyes out shined the fading bruises and cuts on his face. At that moment, all you could see was the brilliant man behind all the brutality and destructiveness.
Grabbing hold of his dress jacket you pulled it halfway off, as he finished removing it himself. His string tie was nearly untied, you pulled it off and tossed it around your own neck, saving it for furture fun. With a swift yank, every button on his shirt popped. Causing his dress shirt to fall open, exposing his pale toned physique. He grabbed the nape of your neck hard and held you in place as he slammed his lips against yours. Viciously plunging his tongue into your mouth, you kissed him back with the same rough manipulation.
As he pulled away you bit his lip, drawing blood. Dragging his tongue immediately over the blood and pulling it back into his mouth, his grin beamed. He shifted his weight and turned, keeping you in his lap. He was now sitting on the edge of the bed with feet on the floor. You didn't wait or ask, before you guided yourself down onto his erection. Immediately, your eyes slammed shut, you gasped for air, your fingernails dug into his skin, all from the overwhelming pleasure of having him inside you finally. You were almost instantly on the edge of bliss, moving as one with Mr. J.
His hands went up your back and yanked hair, making you tilted your head back. His ego being fed while watching you enjoy yourself as you moved up and down on his pale erection. Letting go of your hair, he grabbed the sides of your head and forced another viciously violent kiss on you, that you gladly accepted.
The sound of the doorbell suddenly echoed through the house. The two of you froze mid-kiss. With your lips still locked, with your bodies still locked, the two of you looked at each other before breaking the kiss. He snarled while making a loud annoyed sigh as the bell rang again. You were lifted and tossed to the side, suddenly disgaurded as he got up and buttoned his pants.
"Stay put." He ordered.
Unbelievable.
After a few minutes you heard a commotion and regardless of what he'd said, you got up, tied up the bathrobe and walked out to the balcony over looking the foyer of the home. Mr. J was on top of a man with his hand firmly around his throat. The man was literally fighting for his life, as it was being strangled out of him. You watched as he held the grip until the man was gone, holding it longer than necessary. Finally, he looked up, almost like he could sense you.
"I told you to stay put." He shot you a dirty look then lifted one brow at you playfully and released the man's throat, "You get to deal with the next one, kid."
In the same breath he gesture with his hand and said, "Get down here."
You cheerfully walked down the stairs, not the least bit shocked by what you'd just wittness. Riding the high of your flirtous encounter with the man you adored, nothing could trouble you. By the time you got to the bottom, Mr. J was already grabbing hold of the guy's arms.
"Be a dear and grab his legs...he's a portly fellow." He snarled playfully as he said it.
It was a struggle moving the heavy-set man. The two of you moved as quickly as you could, tossing him into the carport with the other two dead bodies. You looked down at the other two, who had been dosed with Joker Venom. You had heard about the effects of it on the news but had never actually seen it first hand. It was creepy and terrifying to say the least. They're skin had turned to a shinny white colour, probably from lack blood flow. The grin on they're faces looked forced and painful. Just looking at it made you touch your own frowning face as you scowled out of repulse. You couldn't help but think about the shot Mr. J had given you months earlier, prompting you to look over to him. He was already going back through the door, so you followed.
He paused for a brief moment, letting you catch up to him. Once beside him, he draped his arm around your neck and the two of you walked back toward the stairs.
"Yooou knnoow, Pigeon..." His tone was mischievous.
"My dear..." He tugged you closer. "Fours days ago, when you came wondering back..." He ominously chuckled.
"I'd have easily wagered that by now..." He gave you a calculating look.
"I would've already..." He made a finger gun with his other hand and shot it at you before tilting his head back to laugh.
You smiled nervously.
Arriving near the top of the stairs, he skipped ahead, over the last step, leaving you behind. Turning slightly, he offered you his hand in a very dashing manner. He continued to talk as you took hold of his hand, not caring that his glove was still covered in blood.
"Of course, that's before you proved..." He jerked you toward him as you reached the top step.
"To be so provisional..." He seductively wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you tight.
You felt yourself blush at his attempt to compliment you.
"So pragmatic..." He lifted you, just enough so your toes were just barely dragged the floor as he started to walk backwards with you.
You smirked as he gave you a charming grin.
"Are you complimenting me, sir?" You asked in a teasing tone.
Suddenly his disposition changed. He shrugged very nonchalantly as he loosen his grip, allowing you to stand on your own. He ignored your question and stared ahead.
"You're practical...for the moment." His charming smile was now a scowl.
You immediately knew that you'd crossed a line with your comment and tried to coax him back into his pleasant mood. Gently grabbing his open shirt, you tenderly tugged him toward you. His brow slowly lowered before he looked down at you. You beamed up at him with a kind smile and loving eyes, hoping to persuade him. He looked right through you with apathetic and before you could do anything, he'd backhanded so hard that you immediately stumbled back before falling down, narrowly missing the stairs.
You waited for the pain but instead a ball of rage formed in your chest. You quickly found yourself on your feet, watching him walked away from you. With no hesitation, you were immediately launched yourself onto his back. While managing to wrap one of your legs around his upper thigh, your hands reached around, grabbing his face. Joker bucked his head back, causing your hands to slip down to his neck. Trying to hang on and trying to pull yourself up, at the same time, you grabbed his shoulders for leverage. Reaching around he grabbed a hand full of your bathrobe, it wasn't a good enough grip to pull you off. As he tried to get his hand around any part of your leg, you got your other leg around the other side of his thighs.
Your hands were now repeatedly slapping and scratching his neck and face until he grabbed one of them. Pulling it, he caused you to get a better grip around his whole body, it now looked liked he was giving you a piggy back ride. With your better position, you tighten arm completely around his neck, in an unaffected chokehold. He was laughing manicly.
He realized with you on his back that he actually had a better grip on you than you had on him. Reaching around, he may sure that you stayed put as he turned his back toward the walk and slammed you into it. It hurt, but you held your grip and in return started to slap, claw and bite at his head, face and neck. Wham. The second slam caused the grip you had to loosen and knocked the air completely out of you.
You scrambled trying to get a better hold before he could, wham. You hit the floor after hitting the wall, he was immediately on top of you, laughing. Dragging you by one ankle for a short distance, he then released your leg. Followed by grabbing a handful of your hair, right on top of your head, he finished dragging you into the bedroom. You were fumming from having him get the better if you and hostile about him laughing. You had no choice but to follow wherever he lead, unless you wanted to literally have your hair ripped out.
Finally he let go, giving to a shove toward the middle of room. You caught yourself before tripping over your own feet and stood there. The glare you gave him was returned with his fake, mocking frown before he grinned. The both of you were painting heavily as he walked up to you. You stood your ground, looking up at him even as he menacingly crowded in on top of you. His grin and eyes seem to think that youu were going to, at some point, flinch away but you didnt. Even when he grabbed your upper arms and pushed you into another wall, pinning you there between it and him.
He tried to charmingly pinch your chin but your jerk your head away, maintaining your hatful glare.
He chuckled, "Oh, come now my dear. My sweet little pumpkin...My tasty little cupcake... Don't be angry with daddy." He was intentionally trying too hard.
Once it was clear that you were not taking the bait his smile turned from charming, to a more genuine grin. He braced himself against the wall, with his arm resting above your head so he was leaning in to you.
"You know what?...You're learning, my dear." His grinned turned smug, like he'd proven some kind of point. "Trying so hard not to relinquish yourself to me..."
You hand balled into a fist as it hung down at your side. He made a noticeable point to slowly move his eyes down your face, neck, chest, then using his free hand, he pulled the knot out bathrobe's tie belt.
He pushed it open, "Are you sure...that you can keep your resolve? Hmmmmm..."
He started to trace the J on your belly, all the while maintaining his smug grin.
You spoke in a low tone, "Stop it."
You didn't want him to touch you with a gentle hand, you knew that it would only lead to your surrender. He knew exactly what he was doing, grabbing both sides of your waist, he picked you up. Without fail, your arms and legs went around him. He chuckled as he took you to bed, having his way with you... multiple times that night.
