22. Blades and Wax

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I had to do something—he was going to cut my face—I was sure of it. I knew it was coming and I didn't even see it coming. I started to close my eyes, and with on swift motion, the blade slid from his hand and into my hand as his lips met mine. His hand held into my hand and the blade firmly as he kissed me. I really didn't see this coming at all. I was so relieved but shocked that I couldn't even enjoy the moment. In a surge of anger, I pushed him off of me and crawled on top of him, holding the blade up to his face.

"You—you were going to cut my face! You made me believe you were going to cut my face and then you kissed me! I…I…I'm so…so…angry!" I shrieked at him. He just started to laugh with delight as I continued to hold up the blade to his face.

"Good—be angry, Giada—you need to feel anger, because when you feel anger, then you can become an agent of chaos," he giggled as he grabbed a hold of my wrist with the blade. He placed the blade into his mouth and raised his eyebrows.

"Harness that anger—cut my face," he coaxed.

My blood still boiling from his deceitful scar, I held the blade firmly, ready to hurt him. I could have done it—I could have reopened his scars with just one quick motion of the blade. I could have done it so easily—and he wanted me to. I could have done it. I would have done it if I hated him. I would have done it if my anger streak didn't last all of 60 seconds.

I removed the blade from his mouth and dropped it to the floor.

"I can't hurt you, Joker," I said finally.

"Where'd that anger go, hm?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not an angry person. I can get angry, but I can't stay that way for long—I'm really just a marshmallow," I said with a small laugh.

"But I know that if you have to be angry, you can—and you will. Giada—you really have been away from me for much too long. Have you forgotten yourself? Have you forgotten all that we've known together—all that I know about you and the way you and I think? Look, listen—I know that it wasn't your choice to come back here, but I also didn't blow up Gotham city in your absence for nothing,"

"You blew up Gotham for me?" I asked, nervous that Gotham was no longer standing.

"Well, to be fair, Gotham is still standing—but look, Giada—people like us have to stick together and well, when the Batman takes you away from me, he knows very well that the citizens of Gotham…will…suffer," the Joker explained. So all of the crime and explosions in Gotham had been for me—in retaliation.

"So you hurt all those people just because you were mad that Batman sent me away?" I asked, trying to get a clear answer from him.

"I'm a man of my word—and when I told him people will die—I meant it. People did die. For each day you were gone and he didn't tell me—people died," he further explained. I couldn't tell if it was obsession that brought him to me or love.

"But now I have you back again—and…together…we can work to fight against the Batman. We can be together…now…Giada. Our minds can now work together as one mind because, as you know, you complete me," he stated with an aggressive smile.

I couldn't decide if that was incredibly romantic or obsessive. Despite he true intentions, it made my stomach flutter with excitement that he had finally come for me—that he felt I completed who he was—be it romantically or obsessively. I didn't care. My love for him blinded me too much for me to care. Either way, he had once again managed to persuade me to follow him.

As I watched him, I felt like I wanted to persuade him. He couldn't always be the one trying to get me to do things. Maybe if he could persuade me to be with him, I could persuade him to feel things for me—perhaps even to love me. I knew very well that he had a normal life once and was able to care for others. I had to persuade him that he could feel those things again—that I was worthy of feeling those things again. I'd have to go with him and prove to him he could trust me and therefore, trust himself, to let go and feel love for me.

"Well, what are we waiting for then?" I asked, cracking a smile, "You want me to go with you—you've got me. Let's get out of here,"

"And whatever happened to my private dance?" he asked, looking around the private room we were still inside.

"I can give you a better private dance back at my apartment," I said as I rolled my eyes and stood to my feet. Before he stood, I noticed the peeler on the floor. I quickly snatched it up before he could. "I'll be holding on to this from now on," I said.

"And why's that?" he asked.

"Because I need a weapon of my own," I said as I tucked it into my jacket pocket. He stood to his feet and led me out of the room.

"Oh wait! One more thing," I said as I ran back into the room as he held the curtain open. I gathered up a few things from the corner that are sometimes used by the other dancers—hand cuffs, chains—things of that sort. I put them all in a bag and together we escaped, hand in hand from the club unseen by anyone else.

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"So this is the humble abode of Miss Giada DiMarco," the Joker said as he paced through my apartment.

"Yes, it is. And you've come unexpectedly—sorry for the mess," I replied as I quickly tried to straighten up a bit.

"As you know, I'm not interested in appearances," he said with a gesture to his smile with a single hand.

"Then I'm not interested in formality," I responded as dropped what I was doing and threw him onto the couch. I climbed on top of him and tugged hi jacket from his torso.

"I'm assuming this is the private dance I didn't get at the club, hm?" he asked with a giggle.

"Yeah, that's exactly what this is," I responded in a low voice into his ear. I began the seduction I had dreamt about every single night since I was taken from Gotham and taken from the one person who understood me best.

I ran my fingers through his hair as pressed my lips to his. It must have been quite the sight seeing one clown seducing another. I didn't care. I wanted him and I was going to have him.

I moved my hands from his head, down his face and neck to his tie. I untied it and threw it on the floor. I proceeded to unbutton his vest and shirt. As I kissed his neck, he groaned slightly, tapping his foot anxiously on the floor. I glided my hands down his arms, removed his gloves and dropped them to the floor. The Joker then broke out of my slight hold and started to remove my jacket. I pulled away and slapped him across the face.

"Uh, uh," I playfully scolded him. He just laughed and licked his lips as he let me continue to undress him, pulling his vest and shirt from his body completely.

"I understand you blew up Gotham in my absence, but you took so long to get here. I'm not very happy with waiting for a very long time, so I'm going to have to punish you for this," I whispered into his ear as I took hold of the handcuffs with my other hand.

"Is that so?" he asked in a low voice, licking his lips and raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah," I said as I snapped the cuffs about his wrists, "This way," I said as I led him into my room. I shoved him down onto my bed and crawled on top of him. I licked his chest all the way up to his neck and then his ears. He squirmed beneath me, clearly in sexual frustration, as I could feel from his pants.

"Why are you squirming, Mr. J?" I asked in a low voice. I removed the blade from my jacket pocket and held it up to his mouth, "This will only take a minute," I said as I placed the blade into his mouth and left it there while I pulled off his shoes, socks and pants.

Leaving the blade in his mouth, I kissed his licked his lips. He then turned his head from side to side a couple of times until the blade fell from his mouth.

"You know, Giada," he began. I slapped him across the face again.

"Shh. Don't speak," I instructed as I slowly removed his boxer briefs (yes!). He was beginning to go crazy with sexual desire, so I starting giving him fellatio. He immediately stopped squirming and remained still on the bed.

Once he began breathing heavily, I stopped and climbed back on top of him. I took hold of his wrists and undid the cuffs and removed them from him.

Within seconds, he ripped off my clothing and had me handcuffed with my hands behind my back.

"Do you have…any wax?" he asked me from behind as he held me firmly to the bed.

"You'd have to light a candle," I responded, gesturing to my dresser with my head. He quickly retrieved the candle and lit it. Holding the candle with one hand, he kissed and licked my back. Using his free arm and hand, he pulled me upwards so I was kneeling on the bed. Then, letting the hot wax drip over and onto my back, he penetrated me from behind. It was like no other sensation I'd ever felt—the hot wax on my back as he thrust in and out. I could have died happily in that moment.

Eventually, he removed the cuffs from my wrists and gave me back the blade. With him lying down and me on top, I dripped the wax onto his chest, while he held the blade up to my face. Yes, we fucked with blades and wax, and never in my life had I anticipated having that kind of sex. It was sadistic; it was liberating; it was dangerous; but most of all, it was with the only person I cared about, which was why having him hold that blade up to my face was such a turn on. I knew the power he possessed with that blade in hand and to have him inside me while holding the knife to my face the most sexually gratifying moment I'd ever experienced.

Yes, blades and wax—and I loved him for it. I only continued to wonder one thing: would he ever love me?