The Joker's New Pet

Hey everyone thanks again for the reviews as usual! Sorry Peachy Keen, and everyone else. No smut in this chapter :(. But thought I might as well add a little more. I was half asleep when I wrote this (I guess I usually am) so no idea how it turned out. I promise there will be more smut coming up, and I'm also working on some Oneshots with some other OC's that will be all smut LOL. I've also been reading Joker graphic novels lately like "the killing Joke" and a newer one. They are way darker than the movies! O.O. It inspired me a little bit. Enjoy and reviews as always are greatly appreciated! ;)


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Stacey grumbled under her breath as she scrambled to get her clothes back on after the dressing room quickie her and her ‘Master’ had just partook in. Running her hands over the back of her head, she felt a wet sticky substance on her bun. “Uhg!” she muttered.

The Joker chuckled. “What’s the matter princess? Don’t like my love juice in your hair?” Stacey couldn’t control the exasperated sigh that escaped her lips and she bent over to lace up her black boots. She yelped as the Joker’s hand swatted her bottom as she bent over, and he plopped the black wig back on top of her head. “Oh please baby doll, it’s just a little cum. It’ll come out in the shower later.” He laughed.

He made her put her sunglasses back on to conceal her identity just in case, and he unraveled her leash and clasped the collar back around her neck. Stacey winced. “Please…daddy. Can I go without the collar? Please? It’s hurting my neck. It’s not like I’m gonna go anywhere. I mean where am I gonna go? Please can you take it off?” She pleaded.

The Joker looked at her intently. “Hmmm let me think,” He paused. “No.” He laughed and tugged her out of the dressing room. Stacey groaned, and she felt some of his men nearby glaring at them like hungry puppies. She knew they must have heard the sounds coming out of the dressing room and she knew they must have assumed their boss just got some more action from his toy. The fact Stacey’s cheeks were flushed vibrantly also gave it away. She rubbed her sore bottom and she grimaced for the fact that she was sore somewhere else now as well, do to the Joker’s large girth.

“Sorry baby cakes, but I can’t have you too far away from my grasp. I can’t have the bat showing up and stealing away my new favorite toy now can I? Oh no, no, no. And I expect him to try. He always does have a stick up his bat butt. Always trying to spoil the fun. The ironic thing is, he only makes it MORE fun for me. I wonder if his itty bitty bat brain will ever come to that realization?” The Joker Chortled. “Ah yes, I expect my best boy scout playmate to show up soon.”

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Stacey wasn’t very surprised when he dragged her to the ‘Playboy’ store. The flamboyant male manager of the store still stood bitterly behind the counter, a masked clown man holding a gun to his back as the Joker shopped with his pet. The Joker seemed to drool to himself as he looked over the various toys and outfits in the store.

“Yes, this looks like fun doesn’t it?” He turned to Stacey as he picked up a leather paddle that was furry on one side and showed it to Stacey. “Wouldn’t cause much damage though. But fun nonetheless.” He chuckled and threw it in a bag that he was making another one of his men hold.

He kept the manager there for now in case they needed help with anything. He started grabbing one of every outfit and shoving it the bag, licking his lips as he couldn’t wait to see his little bunny in those skimpy little outfits. He grabbed some bunny ears off the rack and slipped them on Stacey’s head. “There, what’s a little bunny without her ears?” He snickered. Stacey grunted as he pulled on her leash, yanking her face to his own so he could peck her on the lips.

“Oh this is ridiculous!” The manager suddenly chimed. He had extravagant hair, earrings, a pretty face, long lashes that looked as though he was wearing mascara and a dramatic voice. “Why don’t you let that poor girl go you sick fuck? Do you really need to keep a girl on a leash to get laid?” He spat, crossing his arms haughtily. “Well I guess you do. I mean look at you.” He scoffed. “Freak.”

The Joker slowly turned his head in the manager’s direction. “Excuse me?” He smacked his lips. Stacey felt light headed again. Was this guy suicidal? She felt sick to her stomach as the Joker reached in his pocket and pulled out his knife. Wrapping Stacey’s leash around his wrist so he could use both hands, he sauntered over to the Manager. “Freak am I?” He spoke coolly. He looked at the Manager’s nametag. “Adam. You wanna know how I got these scars?”

At this point Stacey wasn’t really worried about her own safety. She felt pretty at ease that the Joker wasn’t going to kill her…or REALLY hurt her. For some reason, and God knows why, he seemed to actually enjoy having her around. Now Stacey was only worried about everyone else around her. Panic engulfed her heart again and she did the only thing she knew how to do when it came to persuading him. She latched onto him from behind and began pleading again, in her best little girlish voice, the one he seemed to enjoy making her use. “No daddy, don’t, don’t!” she begged.

The Joker patted her on the head. “Sh, sh, sh. Daddy’s busy precious.” He said tranquilly. “Oh and you might wanna bury your face in my jacket. I wouldn’t recommend that a little bunny be watching this.”

He turned back to the manager, who still glared at him stubbornly with his arms crossed. “Come here Adam,” The Joker said and roughly grabbed the collar of his shirt and brought his knife up to his lips. Adam struggled and grunted but the other clown man had a gun jabbed into the small of his back. Stacey could only do as the Joker suggested and bury her face in the back of his jacket in horror.

“Now when I was a kid my parents threw me a birthday party,” The Joker started. “We didn’t have much money, so they thought they’d find me an affordable party clown in the news paper. Because we were poor, I also didn’t have any friends, so no one showed up to my party.”

“What a surprise,” Adam said sarcastically. Stacey noted that he was quite brave. But he winced as the Joker pricked his cheek a little with the knife.

“Now Adam I’m not finished,” the Joker continued. “So they decided to throw me a nice little family party. It was just my parents and I and my baby sister Angie. So my birthday rolls around and we’re all sitting there, having a nice modest little dinner, and a tiny little cake with one candle that my mother had so lovingly baked for me. And then comes a knock at the door. ‘Who could that be?’ My dear sweet mother stated, making it obvious that a surprise was coming.” The Joker’s henchmen listened intently wondering where the story was going. They had heard so many of his scar stories.

“And so she opened the door and there’s this chubby middle aged clown with a 5 o clock shadow who wreaked of booze. I remember clearly that his name was Jingles the clown because he had bells on his hat and shoes. Now I knew there was something off about this guy, but it was the best my parents could afford, so my sister and I acted very excited to see him. And so my mother let him in. He was wobbling a little and he went on to make us a few crappy balloon animals and did a few lame card tricks, my family and I clapping enthusiastically just enjoying our time together.”

“Yawn. Let’s get to the scars clowny,” Adam bravely spoke again. The Joker shook him a little and growled. He hated being interrupted. He pricked his cheek once more.

“And the clown continued to perform, reaching in his bag he announced that he had gifts for me and my baby sis. He pulls out a couple of cheap stuffed animals, much to our delight and hands them to us as we clap excitedly. Then he says ‘now I got a very SPECIAL gift for mommy and daddy!’” The Joker made it a point to lower his tone drastically whenever he spoke in the ‘Jingles the clown’ voice.

“And he continues to reach in his bag and pull out a huge machete. He first hacks up my father right before our eyes, as my sister and mother are screaming hysterically. Laughing, my father’s blood now on his blade, he takes the machete and cuts my mother’s head clear off, letting it drop to the floor, inches near my feet. Then he turns to my sister and I, me holding her as she’s crying in my arms I’m backed into a corner. He tears her from my grip and taking rope from his bag, he ties me and leaves me leaning against the wall.” The Joker licked his lips.

“And then right before my eyes,” The Joker continued earnestly. “He brutally rapes my screaming baby sister as I watch in horror. And then he hacks her up as well, forcing me to watch every graphic detail. Then he takes his blade and kneeling over me laughing, my family’s blood still splattered on his face he sticks the knife in my mouth and says ‘SMILE! It’s your birthday!’ And then proceeds to give me a permanent smile. He leaves me there tied and bleeding, laughing on his way out, as I wallow in the blood of my brutally slaughtered family. I later found out that he was an escaped serial killer child rapist. Now isn’t that…funny?”

The Joker smacked his lips bringing his face inches from Adam’s searching for a reaction. Adam gave him an almost seductive look. He suddenly grabbed the Joker’s other hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants. Then leaning even closer, he pecked the Joker on the lips slyly and said “Now Mister Joker, if you just wanted to make out with me, why didn’t you just say so? I must say you’re turning me on.”

The Joker blinked. For a moment he was stunned. Then his stunned feeling turned to disgust and backing away he growled and belted Adam in the nose with his fist. Stacey heard a ‘crunch!’ and Adam flew back into the henchmen’s arms, his nose now bleeding profusely and clearly broken. Then the Joker spat at his feet. Adam coughed and sputtered. “Asshole,” he gargled.

“Uhg…” The Joker grunted and turning, still a disgusted look on his face, he grabbed the bewildered Stacey and hauled her out of the store. “Go take him with the others.” The Joker barked at his men. Stacey felt ill partially for what she had just witnessed and partially for the story she heard the Joker just tell. “Sorry baby doll. Not really a story to be telling in front of a little girl now is it?” He snickered.

“Is…is that a true story?” Stacey asked weakly, worried that it was, though skeptical at the same time.

The Joker grinned and ruffled her hair. “Aww now I hope my little Bunny doesn’t have nightmares about Jingles the clown.” He chuckled. “Like I said before baby cakes. If I’m gonna have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice.”

Nightmares about a clown? Stacey could almost laugh at that comment.

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Stacey would soon find out wither his last scar story was real or not. His story quickly changed when he decided to have a little fun with the crowd of mall hostages. He had already told a group of frightened girls that he grew up a homeless orphan and that in order to make a few dollars he let a sadomasochist pervert carve his face up for some sick sexual pleasure, just to get a meal.

The civilians were all huddled on the floor, gathered near the carousel that was in the middle of the galleria. Stacey blushed as he led her around on his leash in front of everyone, and addressed her like one would address a child. She was still in her gothic disguise as he patted her on the head and kissed her on the forehead, almost lovingly. “Now Stacey I just KNOW you wanna ride the carousel. But I’m afraid daddy has to say no.” He chortled.

All the hostages were clinging to each other and shivering making hushed whimpering noises. They mostly tried to avoid making eye contact with him. “Now ladies and gentle-man. Why so serious? Trying not to stare at the circus freak?” He walked back and fourth slowly in front of the crowd, still pulling Stacey along with him. It almost sounded as though there was pain in his voice when he had said that, though Stacey knew it had to be faked. “Do you all wanna know how I got these scars?” The only answer he got was some more whimpering, and crying from some of the shoppers.

Stacey tugged on his shirt. “Please. There are kids around too,” She pleaded, assuming that it was futile.

“Sh, sh, sh,” The Joker quieted her. “I guess you all aren’t aware of pumpkin face. A man so hideous he looks like a Jackolantern. His horribly disgusting face drove him mad, and so every Halloween he steals kids out of their rooms and carves them up in many different horrendous ways.” The Joker saw a couple of kids shivering near their mother. “And so one night he dragged me out of my room. He carved me up pretty good, but I guess I’m lucky he ONLY carved my face.” The Joker guffawed, for some reason thinking that it was the most hilarious story anyone had ever told. At least it wasn’t as horrible as his last stories.

“You’re an awful man,” The woman with the children snorted.

“I Try,” Snickered the Joker.

Some of his henchmen were barking at various people, terrorizing the crowd. The Joker’s ears perked at the sound of girlish squeals coming from over by the pet shop. He saw that one of his men had a young girl pinned against the wall, fondling her. The Joker snarled and stomped in their direction, pulling on Stacey’s leash forcing her to trot behind him. He roughly pulled the masked man off of the girl. “Dammit Stanley, what have I told you huh?!” he bellowed. “How many warnings do you think I’m going to give?” He grabbed the frightened girl by the arm and shoved her back in the direction of the rest of the civilians.

“So..sorry boss,” Stanley breathed heavily under his mask.

The Joker grabbed him by the shirt and pointed his gun at Stanley’s head. “Just don’t let me catch you doing it again.” He hissed. Stanley shook his head frantically. Shoving Stanley away, the Joker turned back to Stacey. He stroked her cheek and whispered in her ear. “I warned you about him didn’t I sweetheart?”

Stacey suddenly squealed, her eyes widening behind her dark sunglasses. She pointed behind the Joker. “Look at what he’s doing! Make him stop! Please!” She wailed.

The Joker twirled around in time to see a frustrated Stanley picking on the animals in the pet store. He really needed to relieve some frustration and he figured his boss wouldn’t care if he mutilated a couple of animals. He had a knife and he was about to use it on one of the puppies when the Joker halted him. “Hey you idiot!” The Joker bellowed. “Put that down! You’re scaring my little bunny.”

Stanley looked up, still bearing his clown mask. He shuffled in place as if he were in dire need to hurt something. He reluctantly placed the puppy back in its kennel. The Joker looked down and saw that Stacey nearly had tears in her eyes, worried that he was going to harm defenseless little animals. The Joker patted her head. “ Now, now darling. We aren’t going to hurt any cute little furry things.” The Joker really had nothing against animals. It was people he had a grudge against.

Taking his gun, he walked closer and shot Stanley in the thigh. He collapsed on the ground, shrieking like a girl. “I don’t really like it when…other people scare my little bunny.” The Joker hissed. Stacey blinked at him, a befuddled expression displayed on her face. It appeared that Doctor Jeckell was back for now.

A couple of screams were heard from the crowd after the Joker had shot Stanley and the rest of his henchmen’s attention snapped in Stanley’s direction. “You…you shot me!” Stanley sputtered, as he lay on the ground holding his bleeding leg.

“I told you not to piss me off kid.” The Joker snarled. “Let this be the final warning. Next time it’s going through your skull.” He turned to one of his men. “Drag him off and get a bandage on his leg before he bleeds to death. Or not. I really don’t care. Just get him out of my sight.”

A couple of men immediately ran to Stanley’s aid and carried him out of the pet store. “We told ya not to anger the boss.” One of the men whispered to Stanley as he groaned in pain, leaving a trail of blood all over the floor.

“Somebody’s gonna have to mop that up.” The Joker snickered. The Joker pulled Stacey into the pet store. To Stacey’s surprise, he was nice to the animals. He reached into the bunny cage and very gently petted the rabbits. “Does my little bunny want a little bunny of her own?” The Joker giggled, but he was asking her a serious question.

Stacey reached in and petted the bunnies as well. “Thanks for not letting him hurt any animals.”

The Joker raised an eyebrow. “Well the kid got under my skin from the beginning. I don’t really see the fun in killing something that can’t fight back anyway.” The Joker licked his lips. “Now seriously little bunny, do you want your own little pet? Let me know while we’re here.” He chuckled.

Before Stacey could answer, she felt the ground shaking as if there was an aftershock. And then a ‘boom!’ and a ‘crash!” and the sounds of shoppers and mall employees talking loudly and anxiously amongst themselves. “Speaking of small furry mammals.” The Joker said casually. Then Stacey yelped as he abruptly pulled her out of the pet store.

The civilians were now bravely standing and cheering. The Joker and Stacey peered down to the end of the mall. The wall on the side between the Bloomingdales and the Spencer’s gift shop was now completely abolished, a large tank like vehicle having crashed through it. More cheers erupted from the crowd. “Oh sure they scream like little babies when I cause a teeny bit of damage here and there, but the Bat demolishes a whole side of a mall with no warning, not even checking to see if civilians are in the way, and they cheer. Go figure.”

“Batman,” Stacey gasped under her breath. Then she yelped as the Joker pulled her very tightly to himself.

She gasped louder as he held his gun up to the side of her head. “Don’t worry baby bunny. I have the safety switch on.” He cooed in her ear before giving her earlobe a good lick. Then holding her tightly in his grasp, he ran for the escalators.

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Yes my Joker is an extreme Schiziod. Oh and sorry. My Joker as a hidden soft spot for women, children and animals. I know that's not his character but aw shucks. I can't have him a complete demon. And of course I have to give the Bat a cameo here and there. Anyway more to come soon. Oh and a friend of mine was upset that I mentioned child rape in this story when the Joker mentioned him watching his little sis being raped and wanted me to change it. I didn't because it's just a story and the Joker's scar stories are never real. So it's a fictional character telling a story about his sister who doesn't exist so in a way it's double fictional lol. So sorry, not changing any of the Joker's brutal scar stories. He makes me write them! :P