Love, Lust and Explosives

Angst alert

Ero Sennin – Thank you, my friend! Your wonderful reviews keep me motivated. So sorry
to make you choke on your coffee, but so happy it made you laugh! And yes, your instincts are very good…that’s all I’ll say ‘bout that. And thank you for your kind words about Violet. I have grown rather fond of her. She’s kind of like my kid by now. And allow me to take the opportunity to tell you again how fantastically wonderful your Johnny Depp story is. Recommended reading!!

Monk – Thank you for continuing to read and review my story!! It’s especially sweet, as you were my first review. Oh…..in his pants, eww.

Seditionary – Thank you so much!! Sorry I’ve been so slow to update. And let me also say how much I love your story – I have enjoyed every minute of it.

Lady Joker -- I’m so glad you like the story!! Hope it lives up to your expectations.

jokerfan -- What an unbelievably wonderful review!! You have made me so happy! ; - D

ROGUEFURY -- Your review has me grinning like a crazy! Thank you so much! Now that you mention it, I’m kinda bummed about the nookie too. I maybe should have re-thought that one.

Harlequin -- WOW! What amazing praise from such a talented writer!! Your stories are absolutely incredible. I laughed out loud with the Christmas one-shots! Thank you!

IllinoisRose -- Thank you, thank you, thank you! Very happy you like my version of the Joker.


Chapter Ten: Trial By Fire


Violet watched with growing apprehension as the Joker stalked back up the stairs without so much as a glance in her direction. He had shoved her aside without even looking back. A dark painful dread began to fill her stomach. She didn’t expect any explanations; she didn’t really expect anything, but she felt his anger and knew that at least some of it was directed at her. Violet wasn’t sure she could bear that.

In Arkham, Violet had been drawn to Mr. Stitches immediately. He made her feel happy; feel like laughing. Laughing felt so good. It made everything better. He made her feel her feel better; like she was worth something. She wanted nothing more than to make him happy, not angry.

With down-cast eyes, Violet slowly made her way upstairs and slipped quietly into the bedroom. Mr. Stitches was pacing the bedroom floor angrily, with his head down and his hands clasped behind his back. In low tones, he grumbled to himself furiously and chuckled angrily under his breath. Trying desperately not to disturb him, Violet took a seat on the end of the bed and waited. Deep down, all she wanted to do was curl up with her Mr. Stitches and sleep. She had never really felt at ease with Bumbles; her instincts had been right.

After what seemed like an eternity, the Joker spoke. His voice was so low she barely understood him. “Go to bed.”

“Mr. Stitches?”

“Hush, hush hush…Don’t call me that. Go to bed…now.” He said gruffly without looking at her.

Violet crawled farther into the bed and leaned her back against the head board, drawing her knees up to her chin. This is what she had been waiting for; the inevitable. Something had changed and in some ways, it didn’t matter what that change was. She thought about the venomous words she had heard Bumbles shout as he disappeared into the night, and she felt a tightening in her chest.

The dark clouds that had shadowed most of her life were drifting back over the bright warmth she had been surprised to discover with Mr. Stitches. Until recently, if she wanted warmth and light, she had to create it herself, in her imagination.

“Mr. Stitches, I’m sorry about…

“I said: don’t call me that! MY NAME IS JOKER!” Violet’s next words froze in her throat. She closed her mouth and looked at him with her strange honest eyes.

“Don’t look at me like you don’t see my scars! Don’t you want to know how I got them-uh, Violet?!”

“It doesn’t matter to me, Mr. Stitches.”

With blinding speed, the Joker dove across the bed and roughly grasping her chin in his hand. Jerking her face closer to his, he growled, “I AM THE JOKER!”

Violet’s eyes filled with tears, but she did not look away or reply. Before he could allow himself to think about her reaction, the Joker hastily released her and leapt from the bed.

“Enough of thisssss; I have sooooo much to do. As much fun as this has been …..it’s a distraction I can’t afford to continue! I’ll be going now.” He sang, turning his back on her.

“Don’t wait up.” He threw at her over his shoulder like a dagger, as he stalked out of the room.

Violet did not follow, even though the desire to chase him was suffocating. She felt more alone now than she had during the bad times with Dr. Wolf. She had truly believed that she could never feel worse than she did then. She was wrong. Violet curled into a ball on the bed, wrapped tightly in his coat and cried herself to sleep.

It was 2:30 AM, when the green Cadillac sped away from the majestic decay of the abandoned estate with a high pitched squeal of tires. Moments later, there was movement in still black night. A wounded Bumbles crawled painfully from his hiding place among the overgrown hedges. He had bound his bleeding wound with fabric from his shirt and watched the Joker’s hideout, waiting. He knew that his boss wouldn’t expect him to take this tact, which made it even more brilliant.

Bumbles knew the Joker would leave, eventually. His boss would be thirsting for his blood sooner or later; it was just a question of when. He was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be sooner rather than later.

Inside the old mansion were all the weapons and money Bumbles would need to get as far from here as possible, and he was probably the only other person, besides the Joker, that knew where to find them. And, come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Violet get in the car with the Joker. Interesting. Praising his amazing good fortune, he crept cautiously into the Joker’s lair.

Violet stirred restlessly in her sleep as her brain subconsciously picked up a noise on the stairs, but she didn’t wake. She didn’t want to. She wanted to sleep and not to think…for a long time. Bumbles gently pushed open the bedroom door and stood leering hungrily at Violet, who continued to sleep fitfully on the Joker’s bed. He remembered the sight of her, flushed with desire as she writhed in the Joker’s lap, and his body responded to the memory eagerly.

In seconds he was on her. Violet awoke to find herself helplessly pinned to the bed as a ferocious Bumbles tore and ripped at the only thing covering her naked body: the Joker’s purple overcoat. His hands and mouth were everywhere at once, squeezing, licking and biting her in a violent frenzy.

At first, Violet couldn’t fill her lungs with enough air to make a sound, as she struggled with blind desperate fear. Bumbles was so much larger than her and his lust-driven strength overwhelmed her attempts at escape. To add insult to injury, her wild struggles seemed to amuse her relentless attacker, and he began to laugh. His laugh was a peculiar wheezing sound that was so different from Mr. Stitches’ beautiful laugh. At last, Violet caught her breath, but instead of screaming, she surprised herself by ordering him in a desperate tone to, “Get off me...”

Bumbles laughed even harder as he succeeded in ripping the coat from her body, leaving her naked and vulnerable beneath him. “Violet, Violet, you are one sexy little bitch…and you fucking know it, don’t you? Man, you know how to work a man. Oh yes, you worked the Joker, alright – you dirty whore. But he wasn’t enough man for you, was he; ugly fucking freak. I seen you looking as me, sizing me up. Ha, ha, ha! Well I’m gonna show you exactly what size I am, when I shove my big rod into that sweet little cunt of yours. I been thinking from the very beginning what a damn shame it was to waste this fine piece of ass on the Joker. Now, I’m going to make you scream my fucking name, little bitch!”

Bumbles chuckled again as he used all his weight to roughly force his knee between her legs. Without pausing, he slammed it against her pussy, making Violet’s wide eyes begin to tear. “He’s going to rape me, RAPE ME, RAPE ME.” She thought in wild disbelief.

Bumbles bit into one of her tender breasts as he clawed feverishly at her other one with his left hand. His right hand held her wrists painfully together over her head. Gleefully, he licked his way up to her neck where he sucked savagely at the delicate flesh, drawing blood under the pale skin. Then, with a grunt of triumph, he reached down to the fly of his pants to release his straining cock.

Violet went rigid with terror and time slowed to a crawl. Her thoughts were now sluggish, and it felt like an eternity between each thundering heartbeat. In her ears, Bumbles’ laughter deepened and began to sound warped and bizarre. She began shutting down, slipping back deep into her mind and away from reality as she had done so many times in the past.

Then out of nowhere and with resounding strength, her mind shouted the word no. This would NOT happen..no, no, no. She could stop this. She would stop this. She felt the fear bleed away and her body tense with the delicious anticipation; she almost giggled. Bumbles felt the abrupt change in his victim and with a growing sense of unease, he lifted his head to look at her, confused.

He looked up to her slender, long-fingered hands, still trapped in his iron grip, and was stunned when he finally noticed her left hand began to change. Starting at the perfect oval scar on her wrist and ending at the tips of her fingers, Violet’s hand turned a chalky white – so white, it appeared to glow. She curled her fingers slightly toward the center of her hand where fat blue-white sparks appeared, jumping back and forth from her fingertips to her palm.

A now fearful Bumbles glanced down to Violet’s face, sharply sucking in his breath. He had long since halted his attack on the deathly still woman lying beneath him. But when he saw the bizarre look of happiness on her lovely face, he instinctively began to pull away. Too late.

As he loosened his grip on her wrists, Violet’s left hand slid from his grasp with blinding speed. She smiled sweetly as she pointed slim fingers at him, and a burst of white blue flame flashed from them and exploded full force into a shocked Bumbles, instantly transforming him into a white-hot ball of flame. The powerful blast hurled his blazing body across the room and slammed it into the opposite wall with such force that the room shook and plaster dust rained from the ceiling.

Almost instantly, the fire spread from Bumbles’ body to the wall behind it and within seconds, the entire room was ablaze. The bright glorious fire greedily consumed the walls, the floor and the ceiling growing in intensity as it feasted. It shattered the bedroom windows and leapt past the broken glass into the night sky.

The fire rapidly moved from room to room until, in an amazingly short period of time, the entire building was engulfed in dancing flames. The crumbling old estate, where Violet had felt so at home, disappeared in a beautiful raging inferno.

In the shadows outside of the mansion, Violet rocked back and forth on her bare feet watching the destruction in a quiet wide-eyed daze. Unconsciously, she clutched the smoking remains of the Joker’s overcoat more tightly around her. She had snatched that one thing from the floor, as she sprinted out of the blazing bedroom and into the night air. With a soul-racking sob, Violet turned from the blaze and headed into the dark, singing softly as she wept.

I'll try to be quick with an update, especially since this one ended on a sad note. And as usual - Please rate and review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!