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Chapter Eleven:
Sick twisted smiles and Damnable minds
I was stuck within Jokers lair, not mines, but his actual lair. I was tired up against a chair, my clothes being taken off by him. It is as if he had no boundary issues. Moreover, did not mind crossing them. I had been waiting in the large bloodstain room when he enters. What more could he have down to me? Glaring at him as he ripped the tape from my mouth leaving me with a red mark across my face and tear glinted eyes.
"Joker let me go? Haven't you done enough in my life? What more could you possibly want?"
"Oh, nothing of course, just wanting you to be the most perfect Dolliiee you can be."
"I don't want to be a Dolliiee"
"Oh! But of course you do!"
"No I don't! I want to be left alone. I want Jonathan Crane dead. I want my life back!"
Joker stood for a moment and looked down at me, before backhanding me with the back of his gun. I knew damage was bad by him and stifled a loud cry. My face swelling up over my cheek and I tilted my head to the side. Joker slid the gun between my lips, shoving the pipe down my throat making my gag, and drool over the sheath. He stared at me, with a violent gleam within his eye and pulled the gun free. I coughed, and shook my head taking In fresh breaths of air.
He grabbed my hair, and pressed his scared cheek on the side of mines. I was not prepared for his smooth slide of his blade across my left cheek, then the right. It happened to fast. Tears filled and fled my eyes, I let out a wicked mangled scream shaking my head from the blade. He let my face go, cutting the roped, that held me and backed away as I clawed and scratched at my face. The blood spualing* along with tears and I flung my head back howling. My tongue swaying with the metallic murky blood.
Falling against the wall and holding my head with my hands, I thought of it as a dream. A big horrible dream. (Marionette should begin along those lines. Idk :I)
"Jezzy-bell!"
I howled, and Jack through a thing of thread at my head, and slid a needle by my hand.
"If you...Ah... Do not want to end up dying form blood lost, I advise you sow up your act. Get it?"
He let another menacing howl and I shook my head my vision blurred from the lost and fell against the wall passing out.
Jokers Pov.
Jack tched and looked over her body, the blood still pouring blood from those delicious cheeks. I figured it was that one dimple. Well, not anymore. Nevertheless, someone had to sow that gorgeous little face of hers. Grabbing the needled, trying to focus my eyes on the small whole and penetrating needle, grabbing her head propping her body up with the tilt of her neck. Grinning I stared before she died. At least she was not supposing to just yet.
After two hours of pricking and prodding, I clipped the ends of her face leaning back against the wall, her waking up, two-four times with my accidental gum damage. Oh well, try and SnapCrack a quick one, you never know what you expect. Sliding back making myself more comfortable against the wall, her blood on my clothes, and dripping down my back. I grinned down at her licking and nibbling down at her poorly half do not stitched cheeks. She whimpered, and tugged her head away biting her bottom lip.
"Oh Doll?"
She turned her head pushing her arms in front of her ducking her head as if to push me away. My grinned widens even more. This has not hurt in a long time. Grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at me, her face
"I never thought such ah Dawl like you, you ever be caught in my tangle of webs."
"Preffering teffs tew ah piter?" (Referring you to a spider?)
That sound of a salivating mouth, with blood on the corners of her split cheeks. They do not always come out this perfect. Blinking I stare at her forgetting she was laying on me, her eyes flashing open and she quickly squinted at me. She was so damn beauitful. I… Glowering at her, I wiggled her body around, unbuttoning my vest, then shirt, lastly my pants. Her face brushing against my chest each movement, her letting out brief grunts and whines.
Setting her body nuzzled against my boxer thighs and watching as her mind blank out through her eyes and I sat up tugging her body close, arm slanted up to massage her shoulder. She sighed, tilted her head up leaning her head weight upon her chin and letting me fondle her. My dick hardens as she drooled through her cheeks and from the corner of her mouth.
Reaching under her feeling her natural wetness, I flicked her clit and felt her buck against my waist. Purring in her ear,
"Still want me to fuck you?"
I looked dead in her eyes and watched that sweet sanity gleam fade off, and was replaced with the sparkle of dynamite. She smashed her face against mines, despite the pain she was in she dug her tongue into my mouth, making my taste her aftermath metallic blood, with a hint of steak burrito. I grinned and grabbed her wrist as they ventured bravely across my chest and around my stomach.
Jayzmyins pov.
I growled and rushed my hands away from his pushing his back against the wall, him grunting as his head hit the back of the wall. Grabbing his cock and placing him at my wetted entrance pushing him in and grunting out, paralyzing myself for the moment. He took his grabbing my hips, and bouncing me, my sudden Dominant rush be over-ride once it slipped it stretching my walls. Fisting a handful of my hair he grinned against my neck licking up the salt drenched skin. I let out a incoherent noise, and he bounced me repeatedly on his cock.
"My, my, did not you have control for a moment?"
I let out another noise as he thrusted upwards, my face burning and tears sliding down my cheeks burning the wound and stitches. Pushing at his chest he kept a firm hand on my hip, and hair tugging backwards making me clench around him. Grunting his self he panted within my ear, turning me on more, making my mind go blank.
"O-oh Mista Jay"
I moaned out thrusting my head back and leaning forwards as my climax rushed through out my body drenching his cock and balls. I panted and bit my lip as he pushed me on my back, running his fingers along his brand-manship.
"Truly beautiful."
Pulling out, and twirling his finger around, I shook my head no and he smacked my ass. I wiggled away and rolled over to get away, while he just grabbed my ankle, scraping my knees along the asphalt ground. Positioning himself at my entrance and grabbing my hips, with a squeak he pushed himself into my core and tug me back. I wheezed eyed air and stared level to level with my sister.
Jeyzieka.
"look at you, being fucked all over the world."
You're wrong…
"How am I? Mother knew you'd be a Slut."
Bitch please, you don't understand what I'd been through!
"You never talked to me."
He grunted and smacked my arse making me squeal an come over his cock crying out his name.
I had… I tried! Fuck.. oh…
I moaned loudly forgetting my sister, forgetting my friends and family. Especially myself. He grinned over me, reaching up to pull my hair arching my back, taking a dementive bite and lick at the shell of my ear.
"Cumming on my cock feels nice right?"
"Y-yes Mista jay."
"You want to feel like this forever right?"
"Ye-yes Daddy…"
He thrusted roughly making me wheeze and cry out,
"What was that?"
"Mista Jay! I meant Mista Jay!"
Wrapping a free hand around my throat he continuously pounded into my cunny, and squeezed my neck. I contracted around him tightly letting out my last cry of passion. Feeling his body tense and his movements ridged.
"You will always answer to Me. You belong by my side. Regardless of your silly little normal life before."
Every thrust went deeper and deeper into my body. I reached out trying to tug away letting out a crying plea.
"You must understand. I am a very complicated man. I need moral support. Though… "
He grunted feeling himself about to cum within my walls.
"I can't say I'm proud of how much chaos I've caused you. I just could not stand to let Sac-Face have such a pretty Subpup like you. "
He squeezed my throat making me grunt and cum on his cock once more shuttering and shaking as I milked his cock for his semen panting out and pushing back against him. His cum warming my body from within inside out. Leaning forwards giving my arched back enough time to relax before I was tensed muscles and snap at him. He pulled his softening cock back and leaned against the wall. I turned around collected my breath leaning up to kiss him.
His tongue attacked mines and I leaned him away from the wall to use enough force pushing him back with a punch to his jaw, knocking him out instantly. Panting I got up, and grabbed his large button down shirt and grabbing his baggy purple suit pants. Walking out the door, into a chilly hallway, looking down one hall then turning the opposite, I went towards the cold instead of away. Gotta start some place. When I got close a faint light and low TV. Walking outside I notice two pigtail and tilted my head to the side.
"Harleen?"
She jumped and let out a cry turning to shoot at me with a gun. I dodged that falling to the floor and rolling over. Blinking as my hands cover my head, and I lay in fetal position tilted my head back.
"Shhhhh, I knocked him out."
"Oh… um… "
She blushed and glared at me, then stared sadly at my face, and came over to grip my cheeks. I know it was unintentional to cause the pain the shock through my body, but he gentle kissed my forehead.
"I kno puddin said sumthin' 'bout carving faces…neva.."
She broke off and sobbed into my shoulder. I stared at the wall behind her, the tears filling, but me refusing to fall. "So what do we do now?" I am not sure… "I miss him…" Who? "David." Snorting I shook my head and push Harleen from me. Getting up with dazed vision, and a broken mind, I let out a wicked roar. She shook, and scoots back and I looked down at her with a slight frown.
"Don't… Do not Fear me… Fear that damned man of yours."
Judgment clouded over her static blue eyes. She lowered her head, her pigtails falling forwards, the Jester suit upon her frame. Why could I get that? Glaring at her, she raised her head and glowered at me.
"I do Fear him, what makes me think now that he's done that to you"
She gestured to my face. I'm glad I hadn't gotten a really good look at myself. She blushed again and turned running into the hallways opening a door and coming back with a Swede dark purple hat.
"H'er that'll make it looks a bit more cooler."
"You got a white feather?"
She looked at me in confusion and I shook my head waving it off.
"Quick get me a long sweater, and a scarf."
"We don't have that, but I think Mista jay got a trench coat."
"Go get it. Now!"
"Hey, don't be so bossy. I already get 'nough from the Geza himself."
I looked at her, and waited patiently, eyes glazed over, with a plot and plan, upon the situation. She comes back with the large over groan coat. It had a hood that was bigger than mines, and would play a great part in covering my face. Shrugging it on, and her helping me find the door, I turned to her,
"Got any weapons?"
She ran and came back with a small black backpack.
"That has, tazer, mini semi-automatic, Knife, one grenade, some powder for escape, and one baton."
"Why do you have this?"
"Mista jay got a room full of other things, if you want."
There was a thud, and rumbling in the back. The night was cold and I turned quickly running down the pathway after securing the backpack unto me.
3rd person pov.
Harleen, tilted her head and turned around closing the door, turning towards the scary movie TV. Jumping back on the couch, pulling the cover over me and pretending to shiver, and puddins tumbled and rampaged through the hall.
"Where is she?"
I jerked my head and pretend to be startled by his presents, and his cold brown eyes caught mines, making me feel little under his gaze. He tumbled towards me, with a crazed look in his eyes, a glint of blade within his hand, and him pressing the knife within my mouth.
"I'm noT going to ask again. Harleen."
Harleen, Harley as he preferred to be call now. However, to put Dr. Newport through that, for no reason at that, she expected him to only love her.
"What makes her so special right now huh?"
His face went blank then; he punched her plunging the knife within her side and getting up with furious kicks to her side and ribcage. When he finishes beating me, he smooths his hair back, and pulled my face towards his our nose touched.
"Now that we've done our little Punishment. When I get back, be nice and clean So Daddy and figure out what to do with you, after you clear disappointed him."
Harley stared up her pupils shrinking as she stared, beaten and bloodied by his hands, yet she worried about disappointed him. Joker standing up and dropping her head to the floor as she stared at the wall contemplating her life.
"Don't wait up."
Jayzmyins pov.
After three fights, one knife fight and a cut arm, I finally Reign deadly falling into the mob and mafia click. Know knew the clown was smart enough to hide behind the Mob place. They will get busted before he did, and all he had to do was change warehouses. This shows you, you gotta stay ahead of your enemies. My mind switching from one thought to another.
"Now, I'm going to need a bit of help finding a certain man."
Clearly the bigger males wasn't having that a female was bossing them around. Then again they didn't see my face.
"What man are we talking about?"
"He goes, by the name a Crane."
"What?"
I fumbled hesitating, this giving the bigger males advancement towards me, only to back up once they seen the gun in my hands. I shot one in the heart making him back up in fear. The gun giving me more power then necessary and I shot another at another foot.
"I wouldn't advise you to fuck with me. I don't mind killing as you see."
It was my first kill however, something inside me, knew I had not given a fuck. Grinning; wincing, and
grinning some more under the hood. I loved life, and how it was looking for me.
"What about Scrow?"
"Scarecrow?"
"Ah yes! That name"
My body beings to heat u, breaking the sexual boundary of danger, and well sex chucking softly I turn towards the male him spoke.
"Where are his ware-abouts?"
"Well… I do not really know. He gave orders to drop some of his crap at another wearhouse, just on the outskirts of slums Villie."
That clear bastard.
Smacking my lips I leaned back and stared at them for a moment, under my hood. I would need money and security so a few of these hounds should help. Grinned I devised a simple plan for money.
"Who wants to be a billionaire?"
They looked interested some had walked off, and shook their heads, muttering life and death threats.
"Well, then, how about we rob three houses in three hours?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Oh I'm sure, there's plenty of cash to keep up hidden for a good 5-6 years."
Their eyes lit up like little children in a candy store, and I knew I had them hook. Thinking back, I knew just the right houses, in the higher grounds. Beverlyns, Cathadores, and the Grandgenz. Scratching my head with the gun, it firing the metal burning the side of my head and me yelping pointing at another shoot it again, him dropping dead. Well that left four out of the five and they stared at me with a whole new fear.
"Yo-you sure you know how to use that thing?"
Turning promptly on my heels and giggling softly.
"Of course I'm able to handle this cute little ninja gun. Savoring the feel of warmth as I stepped outside leading towards the on of the large black Vans. I love the burgundy flames on the side, and decided to let my anger out on the car. Shoot at the side doors and giving it creativity.
"Stop, Woah wait! What are you doing."
The hood had come off after my sudden anger fart and I stared at with electric green eyes and a mangled face with poor stitching. They backed up face dropping. The large would with grey pepper hair come up to me. I flinched back and pressed the hot gun to his throat. His arms wrapped around me in a hug. Wow. I glowered not letting tears fall and shot him in the throat, his blood spraying over me, but him falling with a slight crooked smile upon his face. Staring down at him, I looked at the others. Three, I make four I had to do a little work big deal.
"Get in the car, we gotta go pay Scrow a little visit."
Pulling the hoody over my face again. I kneeled, and closed Peppers eyes and shook my head. Call me happy trigger. Waiting until one of the goons opened the door I got in the back seat and let the others get in.
"Scarecrow right?"
"Oh but of course."
He pulled off driving down the train and rocky road; I leaned against the wall with my gun ready, even though I highly doubted they would try me now. The guys chattered among the rest of them, which was three, leaving me to my own thoughts. Leaning my head back I relaxed, the Slums was on the other side of Gotham if I was right. My face hurt, and I was still in after math of sex. Say I'd give crane a little go around before I went and did whatever. Shaking my head and sighing I opened my eyes and glowered at the goons whom looked back at me. Pointing the gun back at them, I really needed a vacation.