~Nine~ Minyadagniriel

Chapter 2: Recovery? Joker returns…

(Warning: explicit material this chapter)

About two months have passed and Madison's spirits were much higher. She was able to return to her job but she would only be able to work part time for the time being. It was too long for her to be working a full eight hours right away. Bruce Wayne's offer about the secretary position remained open and she was seriously considering it. She thought about it on her way home from work that night. The store closed early because of the holidays, as tonight was Christmas Eve.

Madison was happy to be home that night. She brewed a pot of herbal tea and spiced it with a cinnamon stick. She planned to have a quiet dinner by herself and enjoy the spice cake that Robyn baked especially for her.

Her living room was beautifully decorated with a Christmas tree and lovely bows of gold and red. The ornaments that adorned her tree matched the bow scheme. Presents lined the floor, each wrapped and ready for opening. Since Madison's folks lived out of the country, Ireland, she would be spending tomorrow alone as well.

The meal was delicious, take out Chinese followed up with cake…couldn't ask for a better meal in her opinion. "So nice…" she said aloud while sipping at her tea. It streamed down her throat, so warm, so delicious…

Ten thirty at night and she had passed out on the couch, being watched over by nothing more than her Christmas lights on the tree and the collectable figures lining the fireplace mantle. Madison for once was able to dream without images of the Joker appearing.

What she didn't know about was the set of eyes peeking in on her from outside the living room window for the last two hours. The fire escape was easily accessible to anyone. Those red eyes squinted and glanced around the room. It was the place all right.

Joker spent the better portion of two months looking for Madison. There must have been at least twenty other women with the same name, which irked him. Not wanting to cause this woman to panic right off the back and alert anyone of his presence, he removed a chunk of the window using a glass cutter; one of his many tools to rob banks and he pushed the piece inwards. Now he could easily open her window latch. He crawled through the window and closed it again. The room was so cheerful it made him smile. So she did enjoy holidays and even had a bit of a sense of humor. He noticed the Christmas card across the mantle; obviously corny jokes and well wishes lined them. His eyes fell upon Madison, as she lay sprawled across the couch, still holding her empty teacup.

"Heh…you make yourself way too vulnerable girly…" Joker mumbled. He wandered closer to her side and knelt down to get a closer look at her face. "Very nice…" he whispered and his gaze traveled down her neck and to her chest. The nightshirt she wore was a v-cut and clung to her form, even better…she didn't wear anything underneath. "Very, very nice…" He touched her cheek gently and let his hand slide down to her throat. He could strangle her so easily or make the job quick by breaking her neck…options, options…

Madison stirred slightly, releasing the teacup from her grasp and it fell to the floor, smashing to pieces. She heard the crash ad instantly woke up. Lo and behold, a creepy clown face stared back at her. Joker grinned and tightened his grip around her neck before she could scream. Her hands rushed to his arm and she tried to push him away.

"You were supposed to die two months ago girly," he spat in her face and yanked her upright against the couch. He climbed on top of her, his legs straddling hers and his face now inches away from hers.

She struggled to breathe, his grip getting tighter by the second. The cut off of air was making her vision blurry.

"You'll be joining your dead kid soon."

A spark of anger flared up in her and she sent her knee flying up to his groin, striking him hard. Joker shouted out in pain and fell backwards to the floor, bringing her Christmas tree down with him. Madison leapt over him and into the kitchen, screaming for help as she ran. Hopefully a neighbor might hear her, but the chances were unlikely because most of the tenants were on vacation for the holidays to be with family. She tore through drawers and pulled out one of her largest knives. Then she tried to get to her apartment door to get away but she was grabbed from behind and pushed into the door. Still having the knife in hand, she swung at him and made contact with his arm, just grazing the skin. Joker knocked the weapon from her hands and sent a fist across her face. She tumbled to the floor, cupping her cheek and searching for her knife but he'd already beaten her to it.

Joker grabbed a handful of her brown locks and forced her to her feet; the knife now held at her throat. "So you do have some fight in you, I like it!" he said as he pushed the serrated edge of the blade to her jugular, "You know, I was going to kill you the moment you awoke…but I think I'll take my time with you now. I may even let you live just so I can torment you for the rest of your life." He let the knife fall a few inches to her collar, just above the top of her shirt. "Let's take a tour of the house, shall we?" Keeping the knife close to her neck, he spun her around and pinned her body up against his. She was so much smaller than him, only five foot three inches compared to his towering six-foot frame, though he did tend to hunch over. He pushed her forward towards the back bedrooms, stopping at the first door. "Open it," he demanded.

Madison pulled on the door handle and let it swing open. It was the master bedroom.

"Oh, this is nice," he said, amazed with her choice of décor. Her bedroom set was made of oak and painted over in cherry. The comforter she kept was a deep green to offset the cherry paint. "I like your choice in color girly."

"Will you please stop calling me girly!" she barked at him.

"Ooooh feisty!" He pushed her onto the bed, "But we're going to be doing things my way…girly!"

Madison took this opportunity to try and get away but Joker ripped a handgun from inside his coat.

"Naughty, naughty sweets…I like my knives but I also love my guns!" He pointed it at her face.

She froze, still lying on the bed.

"That's a good girl. Now then, back to business." He took the knife and placed it at the hem of her shirt, letting the blade slip underneath the fabric. He glanced at her bosom, "You're looking a little restricted sweets, let me release you!" He swiped the knife up her shirt, cutting easily through the material.

Madison clasped the two halves of her shirt, which threatened to fall away, "You sick fuck!"

"What a dirty mouth, I'm surprised at you! What happened to the sweet girl I met on the street?"

"She's not home!" and she kicked at his face, clocking him in the chin.

Joker lost his balance for a moment. Irritated, he cocked the gun and leapt onto the bed, pinning her legs down and putting the barrel against her skull. "Enough of that!" he shouted. "I'm the one who pulls the stunts around here! Another attempt at stealing my act and I'll blow your head off!" He smacked her across the face to emphasize and he shoved her hands aside. He bent over her, his face just barely touching hers, "Your actions will determine if this experience will be pleasurable or painful…" His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he licked her cheek. That crooked grin and grim stare…she couldn't look him in the eyes and she turned her head away.

Joker wanted her to focus on him, "No you don't!" and he grasped her chin with his free hand, turning her face to look at him, "I want to see your expressions while I torture you." He then released her chin and reached up for his tie, yanking it off. He put his gun between his teeth to free up both hands and he took her wrists, pinned them over her head and tied them together, using the headboard to keep her arms above. Next he pulled part of the comforter up and tore a long strip of the top layer.

"You bastard! This blanket was expensive!" she shouted at him.

He cackled at her, "Yes…and it's about to become a very expensive gag." He then placed the piece over her mouth and tied it around her head. "That's better…"

"…" She tried screaming and yelling, but the most she could manage was a few moans and whimpers.

"That's a response I'd expect from the fairer sex." Joker smiled and bent down once again, letting his tongue slide out of his mouth and ran it against the flesh of her neck. He did it several times over, only leaning up once to say, "Tastes like chicken."

Her eyes widened as he put the gun aside on the nightstand and decided to press further. She shuddered when she felt his hands return to her shoulders and then slide down to her chest, pushing the shredded fabric aside. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting him to see her humiliation. He paused briefly to give her a once over.

"You have a nice rack sweets. Obviously oversized from carrying a child." One of his hands traveled down to her left breast and he squeezed it, not really caring if he did it too hard.

Madison wanted to kill him, how dare he touch her like this! She writhed against him, trying to get his dirty hands off her body.

"Patience girly, all in good time," he said and lowered his face to her chest.

She cringed when a thick wet muscle connected with her nipple, slithering around the bud, wetting her skin while his other hand massaged the other breast. His long green dreadlocks tickled her exposed flesh as he worked her. He teased and sucked, leaving the peaks a brighter red from swelling. He lowered himself down to her belly, leaving behind a trail of saliva. The further he went, the more she panicked and tried to cry out against her gag.

Joker reached the top of her flannel pants. She so badly wanted to knee him again but the gun was within his arm's reach. "Let's see what's hiding beneath," he said. His voice was radiating with lust and he slowly pulled down her flannels. More and more of her skin was revealed and he eventually came upon a long scar that ran horizontally across her pelvis. "Oh my, so this is the scar the hospital left you as a souvenir. They didn't do a very good job did they?" He kissed the permanently disfigured skin, sending shivers down her spine. He chuckled, "So, my expertise is starting to work on you. I'm so glad you're 'coming' around." He laughed at his own joke.

She didn't find it funny at all and she grunted in disgust but she was silenced the moment he pulled off her pajama bottoms completely. Her face flushed and tears formed in her eyes. She began quivering from shame.

Joker noticed her embarrassment, "Don't be that way sweets, you've got your figure back. So there's nothing to worry about."

She groaned and tried to buck him off.

He reached up to her gag, "You have something to say?" He pulled the gag down and she attempted to bite his fingers.

"Fuck you!" she screamed.

"On the double sweets! Thought you'd never ask!" he replied all too happily. He left the gag down, wanting to hear her scream.

"No! Get off me!" she cried.

He ignored the protests and returned to her lower body. Joker adjusted his legs so he was lying directly at her core. He propped both her legs up and over his shoulders, separating her thighs and giving him a great view of her folds.

She tried desperately to close her legs but his shoulders kept them apart and his hands held onto her hips.

Joker hissed and licked his lips before diving into her center.

Madison cried out in anger, fighting the bubbling pits of passion that boiled within her depths. The emotions she harbored swirled and spiraled.

His tongue dipped in and out of her, taunting and toying with her soft petals and then running up and down her clit. Her hips jolted on several occasions when he licked over the tiny pearl.

"Stop…please!" she shouted several times, trying not to give into pleasure. "Enough!"

He responded by inserting two fingers into her fiery heat ad stroking her from the inside while his tongue continued on the outside. She was so soft and warm to the touch. It was getting difficult for him to resist stripping himself down and forcing his body upon hers.

Her walls were becoming slick with moisture and slowly seeped out of her, staining the comforter. Joker smiled against her skin, excitement radiating from him. Her body responded the way he wanted it to.

There wasn't anything she could do; Joker was going to rape her…

She relaxed her body, letting him continue his ministrations. He wouldn't' injure her if she just cooperated. Giving in was the easiest option. She moved her hands to try and make them more comfortable, but something was different. Was that tie loosening? She tugged on it, feeling the knot slipping. She pulled one more time, making sure Joker didn't notice. Then her hands fell away from the headboard. He still didn't notice, so she needed to plan her next move carefully. To distract him, she let out a few moans and began undulating her hips to meet with his tongue. While she did this, she reached towards the gun on the nightstand…just barely reaching it. She managed to grab it and quickly stuffed it under her pillow and raised her arms up to the headboard again just seconds before he backed away from her. She closed her eyes halfway to make it seem like she was hypnotized by passion.

He moved up her body to lay on top, "So my dear, why don't we move on to the fun part?" Her eyes were glazed over and she said nothing.

Joker then got up off the bed and began removing his jacket, not paying attention to her at all. Now was as good a time as ever and she reached for the gun and pointed it at him.

"I think not," she replied.

Joker looked up at her, seeing the barrel of the revolver pointing in his direction and he froze. "Oh no, please don't shoot!" he cried out sarcastically, "You don't have the guts girly…" he taunted.

He was right; she'd never killed anyone before and hoped she'd never have to.

Joker grinned at her and held up his hands, "Go ahead sweets, shoot…end my life…Gotham will be thanking you. Do them this favor…kill me."

"Shut up, you're nothing but a mass murderer," she said.

"That's right, I am a murderer…I killed hundreds, maybe thousands of people…men, women, and children…"

Madison thought of her unborn child and how this man took him away from her. She tightened her grip on the trigger.

"Do it," he said once more, "Get revenge for your dead kid…"

Anger welled up and she couldn't take his tormenting any longer. She yanked the trigger as hard as she could…but…no shot…

Confused, Madison tried again but this time, nothing more than a small flag with the word 'BANG' appeared in the barrel and the Joker started cackling.

"So you do have the guts to pull the trigger when you need to." He then bent over to pick up the knife, which lay on the floor. "So, what shall we do now? Fight to the death? How about a game of cards? Personally I'd prefer if we pick up where we left off."

She threw the piece of shit gun at him and leapt off the bed, grabbing her discarded flannels and fleeing for the doorway, the Joker right behind her. Not caring that she was naked, she ran through her apartment, reaching her front door and running out into the hall. She could him shouting wise cracks and catcalls to her.

"I just love a game of hide and seek, don't you sweets!"

She found the emergency stairs and fled down several flights of stairs. At one point she stopped briefly to put on her pants and she continued onwards. She flipped her shirt around while running to cover her front, letting the split side hang in back. At the bottom of the stairs she found the exit to the back alley and took off outside into the cold. She went as fast as she could, running across the streets of Gotham in the middle of the night, barefoot. He wasn't directly on her heels but she knew he was close by.

Madison eventually came across a department store and decided she needed to draw some attention to herself to get help. Even the Batman wouldn't ignore a break-in on Christmas Eve. She found a rock lying on the ground and threw it as hard as she could at the department store window. This set off the alarm as she predicted and she climbed inside, stepping on some of the broken glass. She wandered her way through the store, regretting the fact that she took a shirt off of a mannequin because she was close to naked. It was stealing, but it was necessary. After putting on the red shirt, she found a place to hide underneath a stack of boxes lining some tables. She stayed put, listening for the Joker and hoping he wouldn't find her.

To be continued…

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