Act Like Your Type

Little bit of mushiness at the start, but there is spanking later in this chapter so it's all evened out *cheers*

Didn't know who graphic you guys like that sort of thing, so I've kept it relatively safe.

If anyone wants something more graphic in the next few chapters (ooh…..) let me know bc it can be arranged;) x

The drive that followed was strange for both of them. As for the passenger, she couldn't understand why she wasn't dead. Why - back in that building - when she was in his arms, she hadn't felt scared for one moment. As for the driver, he couldn't understand any of it. He'd always avoided his own emotions… now he had no choice but to face them. But madness had always been the emergency exit, right?

Leila needed answers. She knew she couldn't feel this way about a murderer, she knew it wasn't right, but there was something… Just something about the way he'd acted back there…

"Why did you do that?" she stammered, a little nervous to be the first one to speak. "Why didn't you just let me die… You didn't act like your type would…"

He scoffed, never taking his eyes off the road. "What's that supposed to mean doll: 'my type'? What is 'that type', hm? Murderers?"
He flinched at the word that followed: it reminded him too much of his father. "Fiends?"

"No, no not like that…" Suddenly Leila's stomach tightened. That is what she had meant and she'd known it all along. He was a murderer. How could she… How could she feel that way about him?

"Well what?" the Joker snapped. "Outcasts? Freaks?!"

Leila held her head in her hands, exasperated and tired. "Forget I said anything, Jack."

For the first time, he didn't correct her. "No… No, I know what you mean. I was veeeery… 'fatherly' in there, right?"

"Fatherly? You were practically suffocating me in your jacket!"

"Oh forget all of that. The point is," he smiled slyly, "you felt safe like that, didn't you? And in a super-duper-dangerous situation, too. But noooo, my cute little girly hostage felt safe."

She chastised herself. Again, he was right. Already, he knew her too well.

"And who's that down to, doll? Your safety is down to me." He paused; thinking of what to torture her with next. "Y'know… I think you should thank me."

"What?" his passenger retorted, glaring at him.

The Joker giggled, loving his sheer control over her. "Tut tut, little madam, don't disagree with your kidnapper! Rule number three! I've got a deeeadly potato peeler, remember? You should really just… Ob-ey me, hm?"

As he leaned towards her, she clamped her lips shut in a childish sulky manner.

"Aw, now you really look annoyed. But eh - apology please!"

She shook her head, lips still clasped firmly together.

He leaned away from her, eyes back on the road. "Stubborn," he remarked. "Like that little green eyed monster back home. She gets spanked for being like that… It's a shame that type of stuff turns her on. Althoouugh… I'm pre-tty sure you won't."

Leila merely stared blankly out of her window. She blinked when she noticed her surroundings. Again, she was on the outskirts of Gotham… Only this time she was in a parking lot of a hotel. And a classy one at that. "Shouldn't we be back at…?"

"Atatata." The Joker placed his finger over her lips, silencing her, his other hand on the wheel; parking the car. She didn't resist his touch, strangely enough. "Haven't you seen how dark it is, doll? The drive home is faaaar too long. We need… An overnight stop."

Once again - when the vehicle stopped - the kidnapper exited first, walked round to her side, opened her door for her and took her hand. He led her to the reception. She took everything in: the roughness, yet kindness of his hands, and even the stiffness in the way he walked. It was all pleasant until they arrived inside and the Joker cocked a pistol against the receptionist's head.

"I know you recognise me, I know you're dyyying to call for security. But I'm not here for any trouble. I just want a room. One night, no room service and… make it quick. If it's not, I'll make sure your death will be," he casually drawled.

The poor woman was quick to search for a room and pass him the keys. She seriously overdid the 'service with a smile' front, and the Joker didn't like that, but he overlooked it. He couldn't have his cute little girly hostage seeing him murder innocent people. Yet.

When they arrived at the room, on the highest floor, he stopped. He looked deep into his hostage's eyes, lowering his tone possessively. Her hand was still intertwined with his, but his pistol was still in the other. "Only one string, kiddo. Harley hears nothing of this."

Leila nodded.

"Ata girl," he praised darkly.

The room was incredible. 'That receptionist must've been fearing for her life," Leila thought. There was a four-poster bed, draped with thin 'curtains'. The window almost took up the length of the wall; displaying the full length of Gotham's skyline. Personally, the Joker loved it. The Bat Signal would be in prime position if any of his thugs kicked off during the night.

Leila too, was amazed. She couldn't help herself but scuttle to the bed.

The Joker couldn't help himself but be proud of himself when he saw her enthusiasm. It was almost as if she was forgotten she was locked - overnight - with a serial killer. Clunking and locking the door shut, the Joker felt… Peaceful. Finally, someone who overlooked his homicidal ways. Maybe someone who could understand him.

He sidled up to his hostage's side. She was already sat sweetly on the bed. She looked like an excited child who had just arrived at Disney. The Joker smiled: only he knew what was coming.

"Last night," he began, "you escaped from your room. You asked me loooads of personal questions in the car. You accused me of having 'a type'. Secretly, doll… you must've known this was coming."

"Known what was coming?" she mumbled innocently.

He loved how she avoided eye contact. She was fearful. Wary. Like prey being hunted down by a hungry predator. And he sure was hungry.

"Naughty little girls," he continued, sitting down beside on the bed, "get spanked."

Leila gulped nervously. She'd already felt his strength when he was trying to be comforting. What would it be like when he wanted to hurt her? 'Oh she is a-dor-a-ble! We're going to have so much fun…' the Joker chuckled in his thoughts.

"C'mon toots. Over my lap."

"Oh God, you're not serious are you?!"

The laughter that followed was hysterical. The little grunts in-between sounded like sneezes, and they were almost cute amongst his crazed squeals of delight. He rocked backwards, still laughing. "You really haven't heard of me before, have ya doll?!"

His voice went deep and husky as he bellowed: "WHY SO SERIOUS?!"

Again, he erupted into fits of giggles. Suddenly he stopped, patting his lap: serious. "Over my lap."

Leila stayed put.

"Don't make me put you over my lap myself, doll, or your punishment is gonna be far worse," he threatened in a sing-song voice.

Reluctantly, she turned to face him and crawled over his lap.

From the back, the Joker had the perfect view of his little hostage: her curvy little body all splayed out over his own; vulnerable. Unable to stop him from doing what he wanted with her. Secretly, ever since the day she arrived, he'd wanted to do this. Now she'd given him the perfect excuse.

He trailed his fingers through her hair, tugging at the spare strands and pulling her head back with every gentle tease. Twirling it around his fingers then releasing it, he traced his rugged hands down her spine.

When the reached the bottom of her jacket, he decided he ought to remove it for his own pleasure. Her arms tensed as he slid the sleeves down and removed her outer clothing. Now she was only in a mini skirt and a tiny camisole. Her black lace bra showed through the thin material. He was so tempted to undo it… but not now. 'Maybe later.'

When his hand reached her lower back, he stopped. In reaction, Leila tensed; worried and scared. What? Did he not like her? Had he changed his mind? Was he just going to kill her after all?

Suddenly, he grabbed her ass, pushing her further up on his knee. She yelped. "Sh…" he soothed her, gently patting where he had grabbed. Her little rear was already red with his hand prints. But that was only when he was gloved.

Sliding his glove off his eager hands, Leila tensed again. "Relax, sweetheart. I'll try to be gentle on your first time." He grinned.

Without warning, he raised his hand high then smacked it down against her backside. She squealed. He loved squealers. Keen for more, he quickly brought his palm down on her sensitive body again. She cried out, pleading for him to stop.

"Aw, you really are a delicate little doll," he murmured down to her. "But daddy's only just started…"

With another slap, she felt her whole body jolt against his knee. Leila hated the way she couldn't stop him. But that was just what he loved.

Every time he touched her, he hit harder. He began to pick up the pace, savouring every single one of her shrieks of pain. Her little bottom now was flushed red, hands prints all over her left cheek. Time for the other one.

As he started again on the other cheek, his hand came down slower and softer. For a moment, Leila thought he was showing mercy. After all, she was screaming out in pain. But no. Soon his pace quickened, his hand struck harder, and she was wailing again.

By the time he finished, she was in tears. He had noticed that as he finished her right cheek, her squeals of pain had become more like moans. Moans. Moans were even better than squeals… Carefully, the Joker began to peel down her miniskirt.

"What are you doing…?" a weak voice stammered from beneath him. She shuddered when she spoke.

Her kidnapper didn't respond. Continuing to lower her skirt, down her thighs and to her ankles, she was entirely vulnerable to him. She wore a matching black g-string that outlined the shape of her little rear perfectly. Leila froze as she felt a bulge press up into her stomach from the Joker's crotch.

Equally as tenderly, he reached for her. For a moment, he rested his palm over her bruised bottom. Leila finally thought he was finished. But when he trailed his hand between her legs…

"No!" she cried out, squirming on his lap.

"Sh… sh…" Squealers were far better than squirmers. With his spare arm, the Joker pinned down his cute little girly hostage. She would enjoy what was to follow. The pain was over.

Gonna leave it there;') Didn't know if you guys wanted me to continue with where the Joker's going with this…. Too soon? idk. Let me know if you want me to let him continue or for Leila to stop him - didn't want to disappoint after all this waiting, hehe:) x