Housekeeping

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Joker kinda went on a rampage and destroyed all the POV Cams so they're gonna be mia for awhile. And this chapter may scare small children, read with caution. Enjoy though!

Thinking

Sexy Scarecrow Voice

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Chapter 23: Stabbings and the Invisible Man

I was oh so comfy between the two men who were radiating heat like a furnace. My body was aching and tired but I was content. At least I was until something grabbed my ankle with near bone breaking force and started pulling me off the bed. I woke up screaming as I was flung out of the room. I landed roughly on the cold floor outside. I looked up just in time to see Joker slamming the door. I heard the locks click and fear spread throughout my whole body. Edward and Jonathan were naked and practically comatose from our play earlier.

"Joker don't hurt them!" I managed to get to my feet and begin banging on the door with all my might. I was sure that he was going to kill both of them and then probably do something horrible to me. I looked at the lock and whined not knowing if I had any clothes at all that I could pull wire from. The other side of the door was silent and I pushed away from it to try and find some help.

Walking was probably a bad idea as I ended up waddling like a penguin and blushing as red as my hair used to be. I searched Edwards and Jonathan's rooms and didn't find any of my clothes. I ended up putting on a pair of Jonathan's boxers and one of Edward's vests for support. I was sure that the buttons were about to explode off the tight vest but I would worry about that later. I made my way to the kitchen and looked through the drawers hoping that there was a key lying about.

"If he hurts them I'll…I'll." I didn't know what I would do. I hugged my arms to myself and shook for a moment hating how helpless I felt. I had no one at all to help me. Something poked at the back of my mind and I thought back to the shower where I could have sworn that someone had been touching me. Did we have a ghost? Could he help me?

"Is anyone here that can help me? Mr. Ghost?" I whined not caring if I looked or sounded crazy right then. Joker had looked like he was in a stabbing mood and I wouldn't be responsible for the deaths of any of the men I loved. After a few moments of nothing I slammed my hand down against the counter and cried out as I felt something pop. I held my hand to my chest and bit my lip. Oh my god I think I just broke my hand!

"Guys I think I'm hurt." I called out but the door didn't open, no one came rushing out to help me. Cradling my hand against my chest I made my way back to the door and listened hoping that I wouldn't hear any death rattles or stabbing. It was still silent. I was just about to give in and try to create a make shift bat signal when I felt something cold wrap around my injured hand. I quickly turned around but no one was there. I winced as the bones in my hand shifted before the coldness wrapped around my body as if it was holding me.

"Um Mr. Ghost?" I was kinda freaking out at that point. We had a freaking ghost in our new place and Joker was probably adding two more to the mix. I could almost make out the individual fingers on the ghostly hands as they slid up and down my arms in an almost comforting way. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I felt puffs of cold air hitting my skin. The ghost was breathing on me.

"Can you help me?" My voice came out in a squeak, I was terrified. The ghostly hands slid to my injured one again and the coldness seemed to dull the pain. My eyes still looked around trying desperately to see what kind of creature was helping me. I couldn't even make out a squiggle of difference in the air around me. After a moment of rubbing my hand I was being pulled towards Jonathan's room. I stumbled along after the coldness and stopped once I was in the middle of the room. I looked around wondering what it wanted me to find.

A sudden soft laughing made my head snap to the left and all I saw was a desk with papers on it. I was about to run out the door and beg Batman or even his little Robin to save me. Wait…no I'd still rather lick Joker then do that. I cautiously stepped towards where I heard the laughing and looked around. The laughing was right next to my ear and I jumped again, hitting my hip against the hard wood of the desk.

"Will you stop that? Seriously I'm hurt and you're just making it worse!" Tears were swimming in my eyes as I rubbed my now bruised hip. The laughing stopped and a cold hand started tracing my bruise. The pain dulled and my heart sped up. "What did you want me in here for anyways? My men are probably dying in that room and you've got me all the way over here!" Probably not the best idea to piss off a ghost but I was desperate. "And quit laughing at me it's creepy as hell." I tried to make an angry face but I probably looked like I was high because that laughing was back. I felt cold fingers latch around my wrist and lead my hand across the desk to one of the drawers. I opened it up and found a canister of Jonathan's fear gas.

"How the hell is this going to help me get them out?" I waved the canister around hoping for an answer. Instead I heard a soft hiss and I looked down at my hand. Really bad timing on my part because it discharged a large cloud of white powder in my face and I began coughing and rushing out of the room. I dropped the canister and tried to bring some air into my lungs. The world was spinning and warping around me and I could feel myself shaking.

"Finally got you all to myself." A voice called from across the room. My head snapped up but I didn't see anyone there. The floor was warping into an almost liquid state and the couch was rotting and spilling thousands of beetles across the floor. The sounds of their feet scraping against the polished wooden floor made my skin crawl. I whimpered and backed myself up against the wall as a creature pulled itself up out of the floor and stared at me.

It was as tall as Jonathan but lanky almost inhuman. A tall straw brimmed hat obscured its features but I could make out straw sticking out from its neck. What looked like a hangman's noose dangled like a necklace around its thin neck. It was dressed in an old ragged red shirt and brown pants. It was far too thin to be human and straw was leaking out from the cuffs of both its pants and its shirt. Long almost talon like fingers slid from the cuffs of the shirt and stretched as if they'd been cramped into a small space for far too long. I saw a pair of scuffed brown shoes slide out from the pant legs. Straw was falling to the floor making small piles around the body. I should have been afraid but I was more curious then anything. This was the creature living in Jonathan's head. It had to be.

"Now don't scream just yet. I want some time with my new squeeze." It laughed and the sound was hollow and had en edge to it like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. Ever so slowly it moved one of its hands up to raise the brim of the hat and expose its face. Its mouth was ragged and still had bits of string sticking out from the lips where it had been cut into the burlap. I didn't see a nose but there were two gaping chasms where its eyes should be. They were almost black and it looked like fire was burning in his eyes. The dark fire that I recognized in Jonathan. He just smiled showed a row of sharp blackened teeth.

"You're Scarecrow?" My vision went red around the edges and my hands were clawing at the bugs crawling over my flesh. This couldn't be real but I felt everything, the pain from the bugs biting me, the pain of my fingers clawing at my flesh. My heart was racing so painfully fast I was afraid I was about to die. I wasn't going to give up though, I was going to fight.

"Not just any Scarecrow my pet. I'm the Scarecrow in the flesh." He looked down and poked his ragged clothing. "So to speak." He laughed and lifted the shirt up off his body showing an almost emaciated rib cage bruised and stitched as if he'd had an autopsy. Straw was sticking out of the wound and he pulled some out, a black tar like substance dripping from its tips. He dropped the straw and looked up at me, grinning in a way that made his mouth take up most of his face. My legs gave out on me and I slid down to the floor as the beetles swarmed over my legs biting and clawing at my flesh.

"You're not real, you can't be real. You're just part of Jonathan's head. He created you." I was now freezing this fear toxin was really strong. All the heat was being pulled from my bones and I felt like I was dying.

"Oh I'm real. Now calm yourself child, don't want you do die on me." He strode over and pulled me to my feet, his hands burning as hot as fire. He smelled like freshly cut straw with a bit of burned flesh thrown in for flavor. I was pushed up against the wall and his hands slowly moved from my neck down to my hip where my bruise was. He pushed against it roughly making me squeak. "Oh does it hurt? I can take the pain away if you want me to. All of the pain." He pressed against me and his tongue slid from his mouth against the flesh of my neck. It was inhumanly long and was cold, almost like the cold of a blade cutting flesh. He groaned and his hand was now stroking my injured flesh.

"Let me go." I managed to ignore the beetles for long enough to grab his shoulders and push him back. He just laughed and looked amused. I was pushed back against the wall roughly and he stared deep into my eyes.

"Oh I'll never let you go now. I've got your taste little V. We're going to be together until the world burns. Now don't scream. I find that I don't much like hearing you do it." His hand slid along my hip to the inside of my thigh and I couldn't take it anymore. I kneed him in a very sensitive place making him whimper and pull away from me. I ripped the straw hat from his head and grabbed him by his straw hair. I tried beating his head against the wall but the toxin made every move shaky. "Oh you've got some fire in you. I like that." He was laughing and grabbed me by my hair and threw me to the ground near the couch. He straddled me and I kicked trying to squirm out from under him.

"I knew there was something in you I liked. Let's see how hot your heart really burns." His fingers trailed across my stomach until they rested just above my heart. I felt a pinch and then a burning pain as two of his fingers started disappearing into my skin. His finger pushed right into my heart and pain radiated throughout my body. I grabbed his hand and tried to pull it free while I thrashed around trying to get him off of me. Suddenly my body locked up and I couldn't move a muscle. My jaw locked shut and my vision was swimming. "There we go. You've got a place in your heart for Johnnie boy now you'll have one for me." He pulled his finger from my flesh and licked the blood from it. Leaning down he smiled with his sharp blackened teeth before jamming his tongue deep into the wound and I could almost feel it wrapping around my heart. He was eating me, he had to be. I tried to fight it but he just pulled away laughing. My blood dripped off his tongue and he lifted his shirt again showing his straw and tar bleeding body.

"Let's leave a little surprise for Johnnie boy won't we. Something to show him that you belong to me. And you will always belong to me." He pulled his flesh open and ripped some tar drenched straw out and held a hand full of it over me. "This may hurt, but remember that Scarecrow loves you baby." He slammed his fist into my wound and my vision swam for a moment. I blinked back some tears and he was above me licking his lips.

"The hell did you do?" I punched him in the chest and my hand came back full of straw. He tried to pull it away from me but I just threw it to the side and grabbed another.

"I just made you immune to the little toxin that Johnnie boy makes. And hey stop that. I can't just go to Wal-Mart and get more of that stuff you know." We got into a struggle as I pulled more of his straw and tar out of his chest until he flipped me away from him and began pulling the mess of straw back into his body. I sat up and rubbed my head, the room wasn't spinning anymore and the beetles were gone. Whatever he had done had taken the toxin right out of my body.

"Seriously straw boy what all did you do?" I was getting tired of being pushed around like a toy. I would probably regret this later but I tackled him to the ground and straddled him. His body felt strange under mine, too thin yet strong. I grabbed a handful of his straw hair and pulled on it.

"Oh yea play hard with me. I love it." He grinned and before I could jump off of him he flipped me onto my back and leaned over me. "Does little V wanna play? Because Big Bad Scarecrow is so turned on right now." His tongue slipped out of his mouth and he began licking up and down my neck. I enjoyed it when Jonathan or Edward did it but it just felt weird when he did.

"Get the hell off me." I grabbed his tongue and tugged on it until he pulled it back into his mouth with a pained whine. He left black tar all over my hand and neck and I tried rubbing it off.

"You didn't mind it when I did it through Johnnie. Common toots you know you want me." He pinned my arms above my head and leaned down over my chest. His tongue slipped back out and he began popping the buttons off the vest as if they were nothing.

"That was different and you're breaking Edwards vest." I should have been screaming and trying to burn him with fire. That wouldn't hurt Jonathan would it? I cringed thinking of him getting hurt because I was trying to horribly murder his alter ego.

"Oh shut up V. Do you know how long it took me to get to you? How long I worked to get you all to myself? I'll tell you this, it wasn't fucking easy." He was pouting, the big bad master of fear was pouting. I couldn't help myself, I started laughing. Oh he didn't like that. He grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me like a doll. "The hell is so funny?"

"What's so funny? I'm going insane. I'm talking to a figment of one of my man's personalities and he's pouting at me." I was probably going to die but just the picture of the scarecrow pouting was worth it.

"Oh I'll give you something to shut you up." He crushed his ragged burlap lips against mine and I instantly shut up and tensed. I tried to pull him away but he just forced my mouth open with his freaky tongue and nearly shoved it down my throat. His hands forced my vest open and I heard the buttons flying in all directions. He pulled his mouth from mine giving me time to breathe before attacking my chest like a starving beast. He was nipping and sucking so hard at my flesh that I could feel blood being pulled through my skin. I pounded on his head and he just kept going lower and lower.

"Scarecrow stop!" He looked up at me with one hand in the boxers I was wearing. His tongue was tracing lazy patterns on my stomach pulling up feelings I didn't want to share with him. If Jonathan had a tongue like that I'd spend a month in bed with him. I couldn't stop the blush from crossing my cheeks as I tried to pull the vest closed around my chest. This guy was nuts.

"Aww V I don't get one for the road?" He was pouting again.

"You want a kiss?" I looked suspiciously at his attempted puppy dog eyes. He crawled back up my body and leaned over me.

(Anyone who doesn't want nightmares skip to the next bar. This is a product of half a pot of coffee and no sleep for a full day.)

"Oh I'd love one." His lips crashed on mine again and I could feel his teeth grazing my tongue as he forced his into my mouth again. I squirmed under him until he ground something against me that I was sure no scarecrow should have. I grabbed his shirt and tried to strangle him with it but it just ripped away in my hands. He pulled away letting me breathe again and pulled the broken fabric from my hands. "I thought you only wanted a kiss?" He was smirking down at me.

"The hell did you grind against me?" I tried to scoot away but he slid down and started running his tongue along my breasts.

"Why do you ask? Do you wanna see it?" He looked up at me and I blinked in confusion.

"No…maybe. Get off me." I tried to push him off but he just smirked and pressed his whole body down against me.

"Oh I'm in the mood for some show and tell. Now try not to scream, don't want anyone joining in." He pulled away and I kicked him in the face. He grabbed the boxers and we got into a struggling match, I slipped out of them and started to crawl away. He pulled me back to him and bit my hip.

"Let me go before…oh my god." My brain melted. There is no way in hell a human tongue should be able to do…that. The straw of his hair was scratching my inner thighs and his fingers were digging into my hips holding me into place. In a matter of seconds he had my legs shaking and stars flying past my eyes. I really should kick him in the face again but my legs were jelly and I probably resembled a fish out of water at that exact moment. He stopped and slid back up my body until we were face to face again.

"Aww too much for you V? Cat got your..." He didn't finish his sentence as I pulled him down by his noose and crashed my lips against his. He froze for a full second before taking advantage and kissing back. I grabbed a handful of his straw hair and pulled on it hard making him groan and writhe against me. I really must be going crazy because I was enjoying it. I really needed to lay off the rough sex with Jonathan. I heard a rustling of straw before his pants slid down his legs.

He pushed me back a few inches with the next kiss and grabbed my legs, wrapping them around his waist. The straw and tar from his stomach were dripping onto mine making me squirm under him. With one stroke he was in me and I was damn sure that wasn't made of straw. I gasped and he moaned before starting a pace that should have broken me in two. One of his arms snaked under me to raise my hips against his and the other grabbed my shoulder and held me down. His burlap lips were on mine again and his teeth cut my tongue open making him groan. His hips were smashing against mine with almost bone breaking force and I was whimpering under him trying to meet his thrusts.

His lips never left mine and we swallowed each others screams as we came. My insides felt like they were burning from the heat of it. Our bodies nearly shaking apart from the feeling. My legs were shaking as they unwrapped from his hips and he was panting for air.

(Okay you can grab your torches and pitchforks now)

"Gods woman you'll be the death of me." He looked exhausted and a thin sheen of sweat was on his body. I was covered in straw and still seeing stars flying behind my eyes. "Common V I didn't break you. Johnnie boy would kill me if I did." His voice was weak and shaking as he collapsed on top of me. I snapped out of my blissful haze as a cold chill swam down my spine.

"Oh god Jonathan. I was supposed to save them." My eyes went to Joker's door that was still shut tight. I tried to pull myself from Scarecrows grip but he just held on tighter and groaned.

"Stop thrashing woman. I can barely move, how the hell does Johnnie boy keep up with you?" His face was buried in my chest and I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his eyes to mine.

"I swear to god that if they're dead because you drugged me and humped my brains out on the floor I'll make you hurt."

"Oh relax V. Joker's just been doing his whole 'do you wanna know how I got these scars' speech the entire time. I'd say we've got another twenty minutes before he comes back out here."

"Wait you knew they'd be fine the entire time?" I looked down at him and I saw red on the edges of my vision again.

"Well yea, you think I'd let my free ride die at the hands of some clown? I've still got plans for this world I'm not throwing them away just yet. Now hush up and let your straw daddy relax." He groaned as I pushed him off me and just laid there staring at the ceiling. One of his hands rested on his chest and the other was rubbing his face as if he were trying to wake up.

"You're an ass, and I need a shower." I was covered in tar and straw and I didn't want to know how I'd get it all off. I pulled the broken vest back on and slipped into the boxers. I was going to take a shower until the water went cold and then find a way to set my new 'straw daddy' on fire. Maybe I'd even roast marshmallows.

"Oh I'll join you as soon as I can. I just…uh…need to take a second." Scarecrow was trying to dress himself and failing badly. I made it two steps towards Edward's room before Joker's door burst open and all three men walked out. All eyes were on me but Jonathan was able to see the whole picture. He looked from Scarecrow to me and back again. He looked like he was about to kill somebody and was clenching his hands in rage.

"V get your ass in the shower, I'll deal with you later." His eyes were cold and I limped as fast as I could to Edward's room. Peeking out I saw Jonathan standing over the still half naked and panting Scarecrow with murder in his eyes. "I'll teach you to touch my woman crow."

"Our woman Johnnie boy." He managed to get his hat on before Jonathan started kicking the hell out of him. My eyes widened in shock and I saw Edward inching his way towards his room. Joker had even backed up and was looking at the floor wondering what the hell was going on. Both he and Edward shared a look before quickly rushing back into their respective rooms.

"I think bird boy's lost his marbles V." Edward shut his door and locked it. He had a fresh set of finger marks around his neck and his hair was nearly standing on end.

"If only you knew E." I looked down at my body and shook my head. "I'm stealing your shower. I really need it."

"That's fine V. I'm just going to make sure all my locks are working." He opened his door and peeked out again. "Once Jonathan's done with kicking a hole through the floor I think we should try and get some rest. Or a sedative."

"Yea I'm sure that's just what he needs about now." I limped to the bathroom and had one of the weirdest showers of my life. Was it cheating on Jonathan to sleep with one of his split personalities? My head hurt just thinking about it.