What Happens In Gotham

What Happens In Gotham



By: TheDisasterousChibi



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“After that the Fire truck showed up and here I am telling you this.” Katarina finished off her tale with a wide hand motion as if to show Gordon his office.



“And the reporter , what happened to her?” Gordon asked.



“By now she’s probably unemployed and at home.” Katarina responded with slight remorse. The woman was a complete hysteric mess. The chance of being raped had left her a crying muttering mess.



Katarina couldn’t bring her self to feel guilty over this, she had brought it upon her self.



“Why was the Joker there in the first place?”



“I asked myself that same question Jim and I could figure out his motive.”



“Katarina, why don’t you go home for a lunch, get changed and take a nap. Come back tonight so that we can go over the plans for the Commissioner’s tribute okay?”



“Yeah that sounds good Gordon.”





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Across town in a quaint building made of bricks J.C was having some trouble of his own…





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Chapter Eleven: Guilty Pleasure’s



Katarina walked slowly up the steps of the apartment. She would have to remember to do something incredibly thoughtful and incredible for Gordon. This was a great favor for her. She knew that Gordon was doing her a great favor.



‘I should cry in front of him more often if I get a day off’ Katarina thought sarcastically to herself.



She had reached Rachel’s floor after a few more moments, she opened the door quite lazily. She was so very tired for some reason, emotionally drained were the words that her mind provided for her.



Katarina locked the door behind her, chaining a chain and twisted the double locks on the door. Gotham was not a safe place even in the Uptown district. She shrugged her coat off and threw it on the coach. No one would be home for many hours, so she decided to give in to a much repressed pleasure.



A hot bubble bath.



She walked him the kitchen, taking a bottle of Merlot wine from the pantry that Rachel had shown her, and shuffled around looking for a glass and a wine opener. She wanted to relax today. She was rarely ever by herself and was more then willing to take his gift from God.



With her three acquired items in hand Katarina walked across the hall to the spacious bathroom of the apartment. The bathroom was tastefully decorated in egg shell white with carved wood on the borders. A large porcelain bathtub, gleaming white with silver faucets, it looked as inviting as anything could look.



Katarina deposited the wine, glass and corkscrew on a stool that sat near by, most likely for the same reason as she was using it for now. She opened the faucet and played around with the knobs until it the temperature was just short of scalding and very near to the soothing temperature of tea.



She unbuttoned her red blouse and slipped the warm material from her shoulders, slowly pealed her brown trousers from her thighs and stepped out of them as it pooled at her feet.



The next step was to unclip her bra, which she did with a sigh of relief the removal of the constricting material took a literal weight of her shoulder. She massaged her breasts to bring back the blood flow to the globes of flesh. Her underwear joined the growing pile next. All of her clothes were damp and smelling faintly of gun powder, smoke and a touch of male.



She climbed in to the warm waters of the tub, the heated waves splashing onto her chilly skin. The windy day outside combined with her impromptu shower had chilled her to the bone. Her body however was apparently not reliving the same memory as she was. It was reliving the sensation of being pressed up against an undeniably male body. Sturdy and warm. It remembered grinding hips and touching tongues but nothing about being cold.



‘I think its time for a drink’



Katarina uncorked the bottle and watched as the maroon liquid poured into the clear glass. The strong smell of alcohol saturated the air around the glass. The tangy and sweet smell was alluring , a promise of sensuality.



The taste was slightly metallic when it first hit your tongue. The smooth tangy and sweet berry taste assaults your taste buds, for a few seconds numbing them until they can decipher all the hidden flavors in the mixture.



With her crimson filled glass in hand Katarina leaned back on to the porcelain tubs lip, her neck made contact with the cool white surface sending chills down her spine. Katarina couldn’t remember the last time, in the span of eight years, that she had had time like this to relax and unwind.



Being a mother was difficult, being a single mother who had to juggle a police woman’s work schedule was near impossible. But Katarina would not take on moment back that she had had with J.C. Some days had been difficult, unbearable sorrow and the greatest of joys battle over residence of her heart in that first year.



Her sister Bianca had helped her through what she could, babysitting J.C when she had to pull a graveyard shift or was working later then usual on an analysis case. Perhaps that’s why she like Rachel so much. She reminded her of a more mature version of her sister. They had that same light in their eye, the look that said I want to help save the world.



As minutes and sips of wine passed the tubs water was becoming tepid rather then scalding and the bottle of Merlot was only half full. But the exhaustion of her meltdown combined with her little encounter today had left her to drained to care, the alcohol the flowed through her veins, warming her body also helped.



She positioned her arms on either side of the porcelain tubs edge, fingers barely skimming the lukewarm surface of the water. She closed her eyes, let her knees lay to once side of the large tub and let the great chasm of dreams engulf her…





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J.C was a smart child when it came to math and science and other school subjects. However, when it came to people and the ways of the world he was quite clueless. He had that rare quality that people saw in others now a day. He saw the good in everyone, he had yet to have his mind polluted by television and by the suspicion that all people seemed to carry.



That being so J.C could not tell why he was considered to be a foreign object in his school and why the other kids didn’t really want to be his friend anymore. They had all been very friendly before. The teacher ,when ever he was seen playing with someone at the school playground, would rush over and yank the children away. She whispered something to them and then looked back at J.C with disgust on what before had been an open and forthcoming face.



The only person who still talked to him was the pretty red haired Dr. woman, she was at the school to take care of sick flowers. He had meet her a few days ago when he and the others had been playing kick ball and the ball had been kicked to hard by a big blond boy. It flew over the children’s head and landed in the flower beds.



J.C had run over to grab the ball when she had appeared, a cup of steaming liquid in her hand. She had been quite cross that someone was stepping all over her freshly planted flowers. The copper haired woman had , not so much scolded, as lecture J.C in who it was wrong to simple trample on flowers.



J.C keep his eyes downcast the entire time as he listened to her, shuffling his feet, kicking up a little of the rich dark soil as he did. When she was done the red-haired gave him a small smile and asked him for his name.



He responded, “My name is Jack Miss, but my mom calls me J.C. I like that!”



She had given a small giggle and responded in kind, “My name is Dr. Pamela Isely. But you just call me Pam.”



She had extended her hand for him to shake which he took and did just that. The children behind him where getting restless so one brave soul called out to him, beckoning him back to play.



The red head, whose name was now discovered to be Pamela gave him one last piece of advice as he walked away.



“Remember J.C, plants have feeling too. Now if you ever get bored of playing ball why don’t you come and help me get these flowers to feel better huh?”



J.C had given her the same smile he gives her aunts, both by blood and new, and told her, “Thank you Miss Pam.” and he ran to the other children. This time careful not to hurt the plants with the ball.



Miss Pam was school today, it was Sunday and only the people who had the special science classes came to school. J.C had always loved science, so when Ms. Alexis, his second grade teacher, had handed out flyers saying that Dr. Isely would be giving special classes he had jumped at the chance to learn.



He wasn’t so sure about it now, only about ten other children where taking special classes and they all seemed indifferent to him. They keep looking at him weird, like he had done something wrong. But for the life of him he couldn’t remember what it was he had done wrong. The class had gone by smoothly and Miss Pam had told them to go outside and find the flowers they like the best and draw them.



J.C had found some pretty purple flowers, tiny little things, just behind the school when he was cornered by a group of children.



One was the big blond he had played kick ball with. His name was Jeremy Sionis, his father was Roman Sionis, one of the biggest business men in Gotham, right after Bruce Wayne.



“My father told me this morning” the big blond began, “that your daddy stole from him.”



J.C was confused who could his daddy, someone he didn’t now, have robbed from Jeremy’s father.



“That’s not true. My daddy would never do that!” J.C was just as big as the blond boy, if not as heavy.



“My daddy said that your is a freak!” said a smaller mousy boy from behind the blond. A chorus of agreements where heard after him.



“So that makes you the son of a freak!”



“Freak, Freak, Freak” came the chorused cries of the group



“Its not true!” J.C stomped his foot as hot tears threatened to fall down his face. He was just about to throw a punch at the nearest chanting boy when he came.



The boy was cart wheeling and doing acrobatic moves as he approached them. When he had reached J.C’s side the medium built raven haired boy took a bow and thank them for coming to his show.



“It’s the other freak, the circus freak!” one of the boys cried.



“Yeah and you better run before I sick a juggling bear on you!” the Raven haired boy told them. The small group of boys wasted no time in running. The raven haired boy just laughed as they ran for a while until he turned to talk to J.C.



“Hi, the names Richard Grayson, but you can call me Dick. I’m eight” the boy who looked to be his age said extending his hand.



“I’m Jack Napier, but you can call me J.C. I‘m eight too” he said as he accepted the hand offered.



“Oh isn’t that sweet. Two boys forming an everlasting bond of friendship”



Both boys turned around startled as the purple suited man walked across the grass in the shade of the school. He placed a finger near his lips as a sign to keep quite as he approached them.



“You the Mr. from last night!” J.C said as he recognized the man before him.



“That’s right sport, now why don’t you come with me and we’ll get to know each other?” the painted lips of the Joker lifted even father as he deepened his smile, trying to make it more…approachable.



“J.C we aren’t suppose to talk to strangers remember what Miss. Alexis said.” Dick said as he tugged at J.C’s arm trying to get him to run away.



“But I’m not a stranger, you know me don’t you champ?” the Joker stepped closer to the boys. He took a white cloth from his pocket as he did so. He eyed something behind the boys and giggled a little.



Suddenly a hand popped out from behind Dick, it covered his mouth with a similar white cloth. J.C tugged on the mans arm, in an attempt to help his new friend when his own mouth and nose were covered with the white cloth. The smell of hospital and cleaning stuff that his mom used attacked his mouth and nose, it burned slightly at the back of his throat. Darkness consumed his sights and he collapsed into the Jokers waiting arms.



“Boss what do I do with this one?” the masked Carl asked.



“Leave him here, we’re moving out.”





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Katarina was laying on a bed, the red satin sheets where cool and slippery beneath her scantily dressed body. The room she was in was circular, there where no corners to hide in, every thing was bathed by the light in the fire place.



On either side of the room there was a door, identical in every way. The golden handle on the doors began to turn at the same time. Opening forward, shielding from view what was behind them. The light of the room created shadows on the doors, slowly both inhabitants of either door moved into the room.



One was covered in a black robe, tied carelessly at the waist the slit from throat to belly showed the expand of his chest, hairless and gleaming in the fire light. His dark brown hair a crown on his head.



The other was robbed in white, his golden hair a halo around his beautiful smiling face. As he walked the robe opened at his legs revealing toned calves and muscular thighs, the olive color of his skin was enhanced by the light of the fire.



Both men where identical except for a few things. The white robed man looked to be in his early twenties and his hazel eyes held a touch of innocent boyhood still, while the other was older more mature, his eyes where a smoldering hazel green that set fire to Katarina’s blood.



Their curly hair was identical except in color, the black clothed man’s was a rich chocolate brown, while his counter parts was a honey blond. But the most noticeable difference was on their face.



One, the white’s, was pure and smooth, the epitome of male beauty with its sparkling eyes and pale pink lips, as ripe and full as a strawberry. He was angelic in every sense. His whole demeanor spoke of love and adoration. He came to stand at the right side of Katarina’s bed.



His double ganger was just as beautiful, but rather a darker beauty then his innocent counter part. His brown hair brought out the dark green of his eyes, filled with fire and desire. His eyes did have the love of his counter parts but this love was more obsessive and all consuming. The one thing that marred his perfect beauty were twin scars on either side of his cheeks. He stationed himself at Katarina’s left.



They where Lucifer and Gabriel. The Angle of Chaos and The Angle of Serenity. They were her past and future.



They where Jack and the Joker.



Katarina knelt in the middle of the bed and out stretched an arm in either direction. Beckoning her sinner and her martyr. They crawled to her, Jack coming to face her and the Joker was a warm solid presence behind her.



Katarina wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, curling her finger into his hair and leaned forward to capture his mouth in a kiss. Slow and lazy this kiss could have lasted all of eternity. Jack cupped her face tenderly in his smooth hands bringing her closer and deeper into the kiss. Pressed his body firmly to his lovers.



The Joker laid butterfly kisses onto Katarina’s shoulder as she kissed Jack, his hand rested on her hips running up and down her thighs and coming to rest on her rib cage. He began to lay open mouthed kisses on her neck, using his tongue to trace the path of her jugular to just behind her ear.



Katarina shuttered at the feel of the Joker’s tongue behind her ear, the wet trail cooling with his breath made her break her kiss with Jack to rest her head onto his shoulder. This gave him better excess to nuzzle and nibble her throat. The bumpy scars on his cheeks made for quite a sensation as Jack slid the straps of her night gown down her shoulder, kissing from her collar bone to the soft swell of her still covered bust.



Katarina grabbed a hand full of the Joker’s curly brown hair and brought him down for a kiss. This kiss was the night to Jack’s day. The Joker was rougher, more passionate as if he wanted to consume her very being into himself. His tongue skimmed on top of her own, tracing the roof of her mouth as they fought for dominance.



The Joker broke their kiss, Katarina gave a low whine wanting him to come back and posses her mouth again. The Joker gave a dark chuckle as he and Jack switched places. Jack’s warm hands bunched the material of her nightgown at her thighs and pulled it up until it was over her head, leaving her bare except for a pair of underwear.



From behind Jack cupped her breasts massaging the soft yet firm globes of flesh, his fingers slithered across a rosy nipple never quite touching but teasing. Katarina arched her back hoping to increase the contact with those calloused fingers. But it was not on her chest that she felt those fingers, a much rougher pair were gliding down her thighs until they reached her knee and then moved back up. The Joker traced her inner thigh with those scarred cheek. One minute his skin was smooth the next it was bumpy, combined with Jack’s teasing touches Katarina was in sensory overload. Eyes closed her back rested against Jack warm clothed chest.



She felt the Joker slide her panties past her knees and feet. She felt him massage her feet, her thighs, until those searching fingers stopped. Katarina opened her mouth to protest but a loud moan was torn from her throat as she felt his tongue on her outer lips.



She spread her legs and cradled his head between her thighs, there was no way that he was going to stop doing that wonderful magic trick with his tongue. The started to giggle sending vibrations across her nether lips, this made her grab his hair into her hands and buck her hips onto his glorious mouth.



Scarred or not her Jack or Joker in this case had a wonderful gift for all things oral, be it speaking or…other things.



Jack’s hand traced a path from Katarina’s rib cage to her belly, dipping a teasing finger into her belly button until it reached a different kind off button. He moved his fingers in a circular motion in the opposite rhythm then the one the Joker’s tongue had. He whispered murmurs of love into her ear and both sides of himself brought her to completion.



With a large Cheshire cat grin the Joker gazed into Katarina’s lust glazed eyes, he gave her a wink as he kissed his way up her body. First he gave butterfly kisses to her thighs, Jack’s fingers had not secede their torture on her, then up the expand of her flat tan stomach. Between the valley of her breasts and finally to her mouth. This kiss was slower, hungrier then before, she could feel his hardened manhood brush against the side of her thighs.



The Joker yet again broke their kiss, this time he completely removed himself from her and moved up to the headboard of the large bed. Katarina gave him a confused look. He smiled at her and motioned to Jack and then to himself.



“I am here for your pleasure. Make love to him” the Joker said.



Katarina gazed at her husband’s hazel eyes, the one’s she had yearned to see for so many years now. She nodded his head and moved to face Jack. Jack had not aged a day, he still looked as youthful and handsome as he did when she had last seen him.



Straddling his waist as he positioned his manhood on her waiting entrance, Jack looked into her eyes with love radiating from those beautiful eyes. She slowly lowered her hips to meet his, letting him sink deep with in her. It was a delicious friction that stirred a blaze in her lower stomach as a coil deep within her began to tighten.



She moved, grinding her hips slowly into his. He moaned into her hair softly as he bucked his hips to meet hers. She clung to him as she moved her body with his, there was nothing more beautiful then the feeling she had at this moment. Jack snapped his hips forward further penetrating her. Katarina opened her eyes and looked straight into the Joker’s own. She saw jealousy, hatred, and want in his eyes. Jack began to move faster, increasing the strenght of his thrusts. Just a few more and she could reach that Nirvana that only Jack could bring her too.



It never happened, she came just as he did but there was nothing there, no fireworks. Nothing like all their previous times together. Jack removed himself from her and laid on his side content and sated. Eyes closing as he gave her a goofy grin.



Katarina was left unsatisfied as her husband subcame to sleep. The Joker moved from the bed, making his way to his door. Katarina had to act quick, she had a decision to make. Sample the devil or become content with the angel.



She stood on shaky legs as she called for him to wait. He halted his steps, a bemused look on his scarred face. She drew closer to him, swaying her hips seductively as she got her legs under control. She saw the animalistic desire in his eyes, that fire that burned with passion.



It was the look that she was use to seeing in her husbands eyes as they made love. She understood now. The Joker was as much a part of Jack as Jack was of him. They needed to find a balance, a common ground. She was that common ground. She knew that Jack loved her, but she was just beginning to realize that the Joker lusted after her just as much. He wanted to posses her. This was the part that had made love to her all those years ago.



She took his face in her hands and kissed him forcefully, she knew this man did not want the gentle love making that Jack had wanted. He wanted the wild abandonment, the chaotic passions of lust. So she was going to give it to him.



Each of her hands grabbed a cheek of his butt and squeezed as she grinded their hips together. He responded in kind grinding his manhood into her pulsing womanhood. His tongue searched every nock and cranny of her oral cavity, rubbing against her own, tracing the inside of her cheek.



Katarina was the one to break the kiss this time, she moved her hands across his hips until she found the knotted belt that was keeping his robe on. She untied it and slid her hands to his shoulders, bringing the material down until it pooled at his feet. Using those same shoulders as support she jumped hand wrapped her legs around his slim waist.



The Joker walked them to the closest wall and slammed her back onto it, she moaned as he did so, the mixing of pain and pleasure driving her mad. He positioned him self at her entrance and ploughed inside of her. His swift and hard thrust making her back hit the wall every time he moved. His head buried between her breast, his heavy breathing caressing the skin there. She tugged at his hair until he moved in for a kiss, he continued to pound into her as he kissed her with the gentleness of an angels feather.



He moved faster and faster with each thrust, hitting that sweet spot with in her with practiced easy of an old lover. Katarina now knew that the Joker was the darker, more sexual side of her husband, while the man now sleeping on the bed was the loving and caring side. She needed and wanted both.



The Joker grasped both of her hips and slammed them down to meet his, hitting an entire new array of spots that she had never felt before. Her nails dug into his shoulder, the biting sting seemed to turn him on even more. Three more thrusts and she was done, there were her fireworks, this was nirvana, in the devil’s embrace she found heaven.



He continued to work his body inside her for a few more thrusts until he to reached that place of peace and pleasure. He sat down on the ground, keeping himself inside of her, and just held her. The spicy sent of their love making clung to them both, she rested her head on is chest and tried to regain her breathing.



After a few moments a tap at her shoulder reminded her of Jack. He smiled down at her, not a hint of betrayal or anger was seen in his eyes. He helped her stand as the Joker regrouped and walked a few steps to his clothes.



Jack was robed once more Katarina noted. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and the released her moving to the new door that had appeared in between the other too. The Joker took her into his arms and gave her one last mind blowing kiss and squeezed her as for good measure and wrapped his black robe around her. He too walked to the new door.



Her demon and her angel looked at her one last time. Her angel walked through the door first leaving the devil behind. He spoke one last time to her.



“Find the balance darlin’. if anyone can its you.” with that cryptic message and one last wink the Joker was gone as well. Katarina tucked her self into his black robe a bit more snuggly as she contemplated his messages.



“Find the balance.”



The ringing of Rachel phone smashed Katarina’s dream world to pieces, she was once again in Rachel’s apartment, in the now cold water of the tub. She hurridly stepped out of the tub and wrapped a fluffy towel around her as she raced to answer the phone.



“This is the Dawe’s household” she spoke into the receiver.



“Katarina, this is Gordon. Come to the Station immediately. The Joker has sent us a tape…with a letter addressed to you…”