Matching Pair
Sorry if the last chapter was a bit short, I'll try to make this one a bit longer:) WARNING: bit of bad language in this chapter; if you don't like, look away now *muahaa*
The night had finally drawn in. Even with the curtains drawn, Leila could see the light fading outside. Turned out that even criminal masterminds went to bed early as Harley was already in bed and breathing heavily from the covers of sleep. It was finally time. Time for the breakout.
Keeping as silent as possible, Leila rose from her makeshift bed on the chessboard floor. For a hostage, even a rug was luxury. Creeping to the door, she remembered: that clown - Jack, had Harley called him? - had locked the door. 'Shit.'
Leila had never been someone renowned for their memory, but just at this moment she recalled Harley laying out all her weapons before dressing for bed. It was still unimaginable how she'd managed to fit all those things in a jumpsuit without pockets.
Still as silent, Leila moved to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room. Harley stirred as her hostage ran her fingers over the abnormally sharp metal objects. Hopefully she wasn't sleeping with one eye open.
There were stereotypical weapons there: a hammer, a lengthy mallet, pen/kitchen knives, a small meat cleaver, and several screwdrivers. Leila settled for the thinner objects: a pen knife and one of the tinier screwdrivers.
Back at the door, she began to unpick the lock. She'd never really practiced in a real situation before… She'd never really practiced at all. Leila figured that the mechanism would have to be turned as though the ridged edge of a key was rotating inside, so when she pushed the mini screwdriver upwards and outwards, she wasn't surprised when the lock clicked free. Harley stirred, murmuring 'puddin''. But nobody came, 'thank God.'
Leila clunked the unlocked door behind her and headed down the corridor. She was too tired to comprehend that she might need to lock it again so that Harley couldn't track her down in the morning.
Trudging along, the cute little hostage felt like she was in Alice in Wonderland; the part where Alice was dwarfed by the huge hallway around her. The walls were the tallest she'd seen by far. Brushing her hand against one, they were velvet. Purple, velvet walls. 'Crazy…'
Leila would have been happy to stay in Harley's room overnight if it hadn't have been for her threat. 'Leave Jack alone. Well alone.' What did she think was gonna happen? Did she assume that Leila would fall for the psycho clown just as she'd done before? 'Crazy…' Leila repeated in her thoughts. She'd just find another room to spend the night in, and explain herself in the morning.
She made her way down the winding staircase (it was marble after all), and was just about to enter the closest room when a figure came out of the darkness. He blended in perfectly with his surroundings: dark purple suit, black gloves - fresh-blood stained potato peeler.
The Joker noticed her staring at his recently-used weapon.
"What have you been -" Leila started, but never got the chance to stop: The Joker practically launched himself at her as he was at her side in a second, gloved hand muffling her mouth, the other hand brandishing the potato peeler. The scent of blood clogged the girl's nostrils.
"Sh, sh, sh… Don't struggle, I'm curious." He paused to let her squirm a bit more. "Do tell her kidnapper how the cute little girly hostage got out of her room?"
Her muffled voice indicated he should take his hand away. He did. "I, I, uh -"
The Joker's eyes darkened. Even in their dark state, Leila swore she could see fire in them. "C'mon, woman I haven't got all night," he tightened his grip on her, "how did you get out of your room?"
"I picked the lock," Leila wailed. Before she'd been intrigued by her kidnapper - now all she could feel was fear.
"Oh?" The Joker traced the potato peeler over her plump little lips. How he loved the female body. "Oh well aren't you a smart little one."
The fire left his eyes momentarily. "But why would such a cute little girly hostage want to leave her room? I mean c'mon, you had a rug and everything!"
Should she tell the truth? If this man was crazy, what would his partner be like? She figured it was more dangerous to lie to him than her.
"She threatened me."
"Aw, green eyed monster getting feisty? That's why I fell for her in the first place you know. That fire. You know the one I mean? The one where she gets all… aggressive. Ooh, yes that's what I like in a woman."
Leila listened to him ramble on about his love for the jester for what seemed like hours. How he could talk. No wonder he dressed like a clown: he was a born entertainer.
When he finally stopped, Leila had practically fallen asleep in his arms. The Joker had noticed her delicate little frame relax into his chest as he was talking… Secretly that's why he'd continued. Now, in her near-subconscious state, she couldn't object to what he would do next.
He began to drag his cute little girly hostage along the lower corridor. "Where are you taking me…?" Leila wanted to stop him, but she was too weak.
He took her to another large room: it was similar to Harley's, except the colour scheme wasn't red and black it was purple and green. The Joker laid her down carefully onto a four-poster bed, resting her head on the joker-card pillows so her hair was splayed out in the feminine way he loved. Her eyes slid shut. While she couldn't see him, he admired her curvy frame.
Although in that outfit, he couldn't quite see -
As she fell asleep, her kidnapper rummaged around in his closet. He knew just the clothes he wanted her in.
She mumbled over to him. "What are you doing over there..?"
He was crouched beside the bed, next to her weary blue eyes in a moment. His voice was soft. Almost reassuring. "Now now, what have I told my cute little girly hostage about not asking any personal questions..? You're in my bedroom. Surely that's a veerry personal place. No questions at all in here."
She muttered something else as he went back to the closet, but he couldn't hear. Nor did he want to. He had to get her in his chosen outfit before she woke up too much.
When he returned to the bed, The Joker had folds of material draped over his arm. She couldn't make out what they were (both from the dim lighting and the lack of sleep), but she could see a certain lace lining the edge.
"Looks like you're gonna need help getting into theeese… Look at you. What an embarrassing thing when a pretty young woman can't even dress herself."
'Pretty…' Leila focused on the word. He thought she was 'pretty'. "You think I'm pretty, Jack?" She mocked through her tired mouth.
The Joker stopped laying out the clothes on the bed. "Don't call me that," he hissed.
"Is that personal, too?" Leila mocked again.
The fire returned to his eyes. He glared at her for a moment, then began to forcefully pull off her black, translucent tights.
"No!" she cried, but no one heard her. She hadn't seen any henchmen around the place, but she knew they'd be there somewhere.
The Joker growled, covering her mouth with one hand. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was whinging. And she looked like she'd be protesting a lot.
He continued to wrench off her clothing: first her shoes and tights, then her blazer (all work clothes). When he got to her pencil skirt and white blouse, he grinned. He could see her own black, lacy bra showing through the material, and loved how his lustful eyes made Leila cringe. There was that female body again.
Surprisingly, he was careful when unpicking her buttons. Well. Secretly he was just savouring the moment. It had been years since he'd undressed a woman. An attractive woman, too.
She yelped faintly when he tugged her blouse away. Her breasts were nearly fully exposed if it wasn't for that damn bra. The Joker thought about taking all her clothes off.
'No… but probably later.'
After taking her skirt off, and ogling her bum quite a bit, the Joker was finally ready to dress her up.
"Okay doll, I want this to be a biiig surprise for both of us, so you're gonna have to let me put the blindfold on you again."
This time he picked out a blindfold with cartoon-sexy eyes. Again, he giggled at his creativity.
Leila squirmed out of his hands when she saw what was on the mask: she didn't want to be a little barbie doll to a sex-crazed maniac. He hissed: "atata, you're in my domain now, doll."
He strapped the blindfold on securely - Leila was sure she felt the blood rush out of her head. The Joker immediately began to yank stockings onto her. 'Stockings… so I am gonna be a little sex slave," Leila thought. Various other bits of clothing were added, before finally her kidnapper tore the blindfold off and pulled a mirror to the foot of the bed.
He demanded that she sat up. When she didn't, he gripped both of her wrists and pulled her into a sitting position. She winced at his touch: sure enough there were red finger marks on her skin.
"Oh poor cute little girly hostage, did her kidnapper hurt her?" The Joker looked to her reddened flesh. "That's nothing to what would've happened if you went over my knee, doll, that was gentle."
He giggled at her panicked expression. "Aww… you're such a little cutie. And you're mine now - look!" He grinned as her jaw dropped.
Her reflection mirrored that of a female Joker. Sure enough, there were black lacy suspenders to the thigh, topped off by a purple mini skirt. Instead of her pinstripe work-blazer, she now wore a matching purple one. There wasn't a green waistcoat, but there was a transparent white camisole. It was little too short for her, too: the top of the skirt and the bottom of the camisole didn't quite meet, displaying her tummy to the Joker.
He chuckled devilishly at the sheer amount of skin on show. He even reached out to tickle her stomach. She flinched.
"Ticklish I see? Now I know how to wake you up when I want a bit of fun." This tipped him over the edge into a hysterical fit of giggles.
Leila's expression dropped. So that's what he'd dressed her up for, she'd been right. This was her new lingerie, right?
The Joker saw the fall in her face. "Aww… don't worry, doll. I wouldn't do that to ya, look how traumatised it's making you, it'd be no fun at all. Nuh-uh."
She perked up a little when she knew the truth. It was just something to make him feel like he owned his hostage just a tiny bit more. 'As long as the clown's happy…'
"Hey - c'mere, c'mere." The Joker perched himself beside her on the edge of the bed. "I bet you're tired, ain't ya doll? All this late-night sneaking around… Bless."
He ran a finger through the kinks in her hair. She didn't flinch this time. It was… nice to have a hand caress her exhausted head. Soothing. Almost.
"Come to daddy, c'mon." The Joker rested his arm around her shoulders, leaning back into a lying-down position and taking her with him.
"Daddy?!" she exclaimed, clearly distraught.
"Hey! I'm not gonna make you call me daddy, don't freak out on me, jeez woman." He sighed. "Women, always overreacting."
Now their heads were both resting on the pillow. They were both facing eachother. Gazing at him in this light, Leila noticed his scars really weren't that noticeable. He was almost… appealing to her… 'almost!' she snapped.
"Now c'mon. Now we're a matching pair… and the little green eyed monster isn't here… daddy can protect his cute little girly hostage from naughty little threats. Yes, daddy will be having words with his harlequin tomorrow. How dare she threaten his little doll…"
She smiled at him through the darkness. Somehow she felt protected having this tall stranger hold her in the darkness: his hand traced up her thigh, pulling her miniskirt up over her pantyline, and continued up her waist until it reached the dip. He hung his arm over her casually. Protectively.
The Joker let his eyes wander down her body to her exposed hip: he giggled cheekily, and Leila's cheeks immediately flushed, covering her body quickly.
"Is the little doll embarrassed? She needn't be. She's very shapely. Daddy's little piece of eye candy, y'know."
But that was it - Leila couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. Her eyelids dropped again, and her face snuggled deeper into the pillow.
A strand of hair tumbled over her cheek, and the Joker removed it. He loved gazing down at her little girly features. They were so tempting to him… But he couldn't. She was so vulnerable.
'Jack, you'd better not be going soft on me. Just carve her face while she sleeps. Right here, right now Jack!'
But he couldn't do it. He just lay there, his arms around his little feminine hostage, lying there in his own confusion.
Wow, this was longer than expected. Wanted it to have everything I'd planned, heehe What did you guys think? Anything you wanna see more of? Thanks to everyone who's reviewing: I loooove reading reviews haha:')