An Unwilling Voyeur
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,408
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
10
As soon as he was in his car Harvey sped away from Rachel´s apartment, driving so fast he didn´t even notice the red light ahead, sailing right through the intersection. Enraged, he was unsure of where he was going, eyes scanning the streets for any sign of the Joker. He saw no sign of him, and continued driving, heading for his apartment. He would figure out what to do once he got there. He was angry and wanted revenge, and revenge he would get, his mind racing with murderous thoughts.
He thought back to just how close he had come to strangling Rachel.
‘The bitch,’ he thought. ‘The dirty fucking bitch.’
He didn´t know how he had found the strength to resist strangling her, the urge had been so strong. Disgusting thoughts of Rachel and the Joker kept flooding his mind, torturing him with the horrible memory of the two of them in bed together. He saw Rachel´s face, and he thought of the way she had been crying before he left. It had been so phony..and such a disgusting display. Acting like she was so sorry about it, no… she didn´t know what pain was. She had no idea what pain was all about. Those tears had been simply for show, and nothing else. He wanted to make her hurt like he hurt, make her see just how awful it felt. But first he had to deal with the Joker. He was going to find the Joker, and he was going to kill him. It was a promise he made to himself as he drove home.
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Harvey opened the door to his apartment, slamming it behind him as he headed for the kitchen. He opened one of the lower cabinets next to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of vodka, then took a long swig of the liquid. Only removing the bottle from his lips to take a breath, he took a few more large swallows, oblivious to the burn in his throat as he gulped the liquid down. He nearly finished the remaining liquid in the bottle, then threw it aside, where it smashed against the wall. A low, guttural growl came from his lips, and he reached beneath the cabinet, grabbing another bottle of liquor, then headed for his bedroom.
As he entered the bedroom the phone began to ring, and he picked it up hesitantly. Already sure of who it was, he remained quiet, his heavy breathing the only indication that he was even on the line.
“Hello?” came a small, timid voice. There was worry and unease behind it, and as soon as he heard her voice, blood began to pound in his ears. His heart rate quickened, palms became sweaty as he felt ready to explode.
‘The little whore..I can´t believe she has the nerve to call.’
“Harvey? Please answer me. Harvey, I know the last thing you want to do is talk to me but please..I was worried, I had to call. Harvey?”
The hand holding the phone gripped the receiver so tightly his knuckles turned white, and the growl which came out of his mouth released a gasp from the other end of the line.
“Listen bitch, don´t you ever call here again. Got it? I don´t want to hear your voice, I don´t want to see you…ever again! You make me sick!” he slammed the phone down, pounding both fists into the wall in front of him. He turned his head toward the dresser by the window, catching sight of a photo on top of it. He rushed over to it, looking down at the image of Rachel smiling at him. He threw it at the wall, shattering the glass, then fell to his knees, shaking and sobbing as a mixture of anger and sadness swept through him. He grabbed the bottle of alcohol next to him, opened the cap, then let the liquid run down his throat, desperately trying to quell the turmoil inside of his body.
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Harvey awoke with a pounding headache, a headache so intense it felt as if his head would split open. Groaning in pain, he rose up from the floor slowly, leaning his head up to look at the clock. It was 11:20 am. It was late, and had failed to show up for work, but he didn´t care. Work was the last thing on his mind right now. His thoughts were on the Joker, and how he would go about finding him. He looked around the room, saw the shattered picture frame on the floor, and the bottle of half-empty alcohol next to him. Memories of the night before assaulted him, heating his blood up with anger. He unconsciously balled his fists up, teeth clenched as he saw the events play out before him again, like a never ending nightmare. A pain shot through his knuckles, and he looked down at them. They were bloody and bruised, the skin partially scraped off, and he vaguely remembered punching a wall. He looked over at the wall by the bed, bloody streaks left behind as evidence of his anger.
Nausea suddenly hit him and he ran for the bathroom door, raising the toilet top up just as the bile rose up in his throat. He expelled it from his mouth, heaving the contents from his stomach until there was nothing left to get rid of, then flushed the toilet. Walking over to the sink, he looked in the mirror, and the face that stared back at him seemed almost foreign.
His hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. But the look in his eyes was the most obvious change in his face. There was a furious anger brimming within his eyes, yet underneath there was a sadness, a look of such melancholy it scared him. It was unnatural, and not what he was used to. His mouth was dry, so he turned the tap on, filling his palm with water. After he had taken a few drinks he splashed cold water on his face, mind racing with thoughts of the Joker.
As he turned around to leave the bathroom the phone rang, and he walked over to it slowly, heart racing as he looked at it. Certain it was Rachel on the other end he yelled into the receiver, spittle flying from his lips as he spoke.
“What the fuck do you want, whore? I thought I told you not to call me!”
Delighted giggles came through the receiver, and the voice that spoke back enflamed him.
“Did I catch you at a bad time, Harv? Sorry to disappoint you, but i´m not Rachel. I have a feeling she´s probably recuperating from last night.” The Joker laughed wildly, further incensing Harvey.
“Count your days, Joker. You only have so long to live, because when I find you i´m going to choke the living shit out of you. You hear me, clown?”
The giggles came again, “Oh, Harvey! You sweet talker, you! I must admit, i´m really looking forward to out next meeting. So, i´ve decided to make it simple for you. I pick the place and time and you show up! How´s that sound Harvey-boy?”
“Just tell me where to meet you and i´ll be there” Harvey growled.
“Splendid!” purred the Joker.
As the Joker gave the location Harvey stored it in his memory. No need to write it down, it was imprinted in his brain, and as soon the Joker finished talking Harvey hung up the phone, the sound of the Joker´s laughter reverberating in his ears as he slammed down the receiver.
He thought back to just how close he had come to strangling Rachel.
‘The bitch,’ he thought. ‘The dirty fucking bitch.’
He didn´t know how he had found the strength to resist strangling her, the urge had been so strong. Disgusting thoughts of Rachel and the Joker kept flooding his mind, torturing him with the horrible memory of the two of them in bed together. He saw Rachel´s face, and he thought of the way she had been crying before he left. It had been so phony..and such a disgusting display. Acting like she was so sorry about it, no… she didn´t know what pain was. She had no idea what pain was all about. Those tears had been simply for show, and nothing else. He wanted to make her hurt like he hurt, make her see just how awful it felt. But first he had to deal with the Joker. He was going to find the Joker, and he was going to kill him. It was a promise he made to himself as he drove home.
***********************
Harvey opened the door to his apartment, slamming it behind him as he headed for the kitchen. He opened one of the lower cabinets next to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of vodka, then took a long swig of the liquid. Only removing the bottle from his lips to take a breath, he took a few more large swallows, oblivious to the burn in his throat as he gulped the liquid down. He nearly finished the remaining liquid in the bottle, then threw it aside, where it smashed against the wall. A low, guttural growl came from his lips, and he reached beneath the cabinet, grabbing another bottle of liquor, then headed for his bedroom.
As he entered the bedroom the phone began to ring, and he picked it up hesitantly. Already sure of who it was, he remained quiet, his heavy breathing the only indication that he was even on the line.
“Hello?” came a small, timid voice. There was worry and unease behind it, and as soon as he heard her voice, blood began to pound in his ears. His heart rate quickened, palms became sweaty as he felt ready to explode.
‘The little whore..I can´t believe she has the nerve to call.’
“Harvey? Please answer me. Harvey, I know the last thing you want to do is talk to me but please..I was worried, I had to call. Harvey?”
The hand holding the phone gripped the receiver so tightly his knuckles turned white, and the growl which came out of his mouth released a gasp from the other end of the line.
“Listen bitch, don´t you ever call here again. Got it? I don´t want to hear your voice, I don´t want to see you…ever again! You make me sick!” he slammed the phone down, pounding both fists into the wall in front of him. He turned his head toward the dresser by the window, catching sight of a photo on top of it. He rushed over to it, looking down at the image of Rachel smiling at him. He threw it at the wall, shattering the glass, then fell to his knees, shaking and sobbing as a mixture of anger and sadness swept through him. He grabbed the bottle of alcohol next to him, opened the cap, then let the liquid run down his throat, desperately trying to quell the turmoil inside of his body.
***************************************
Harvey awoke with a pounding headache, a headache so intense it felt as if his head would split open. Groaning in pain, he rose up from the floor slowly, leaning his head up to look at the clock. It was 11:20 am. It was late, and had failed to show up for work, but he didn´t care. Work was the last thing on his mind right now. His thoughts were on the Joker, and how he would go about finding him. He looked around the room, saw the shattered picture frame on the floor, and the bottle of half-empty alcohol next to him. Memories of the night before assaulted him, heating his blood up with anger. He unconsciously balled his fists up, teeth clenched as he saw the events play out before him again, like a never ending nightmare. A pain shot through his knuckles, and he looked down at them. They were bloody and bruised, the skin partially scraped off, and he vaguely remembered punching a wall. He looked over at the wall by the bed, bloody streaks left behind as evidence of his anger.
Nausea suddenly hit him and he ran for the bathroom door, raising the toilet top up just as the bile rose up in his throat. He expelled it from his mouth, heaving the contents from his stomach until there was nothing left to get rid of, then flushed the toilet. Walking over to the sink, he looked in the mirror, and the face that stared back at him seemed almost foreign.
His hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. But the look in his eyes was the most obvious change in his face. There was a furious anger brimming within his eyes, yet underneath there was a sadness, a look of such melancholy it scared him. It was unnatural, and not what he was used to. His mouth was dry, so he turned the tap on, filling his palm with water. After he had taken a few drinks he splashed cold water on his face, mind racing with thoughts of the Joker.
As he turned around to leave the bathroom the phone rang, and he walked over to it slowly, heart racing as he looked at it. Certain it was Rachel on the other end he yelled into the receiver, spittle flying from his lips as he spoke.
“What the fuck do you want, whore? I thought I told you not to call me!”
Delighted giggles came through the receiver, and the voice that spoke back enflamed him.
“Did I catch you at a bad time, Harv? Sorry to disappoint you, but i´m not Rachel. I have a feeling she´s probably recuperating from last night.” The Joker laughed wildly, further incensing Harvey.
“Count your days, Joker. You only have so long to live, because when I find you i´m going to choke the living shit out of you. You hear me, clown?”
The giggles came again, “Oh, Harvey! You sweet talker, you! I must admit, i´m really looking forward to out next meeting. So, i´ve decided to make it simple for you. I pick the place and time and you show up! How´s that sound Harvey-boy?”
“Just tell me where to meet you and i´ll be there” Harvey growled.
“Splendid!” purred the Joker.
As the Joker gave the location Harvey stored it in his memory. No need to write it down, it was imprinted in his brain, and as soon the Joker finished talking Harvey hung up the phone, the sound of the Joker´s laughter reverberating in his ears as he slammed down the receiver.