Blood and Lust

Alrightyyy, instead of a one-shot, this one's actually divided into 4 parts. I'm not even sure if we're done yet, but we'll see. Anywhos, this first chapter doesn't have sex (it has sexual tension though, promise! :P), but the next 3 parts are very sexual, so that SHOULD satiate your inner pervs. Keep in mind that the more comments we get, the faster I post the next part, 'cause...well...A) I've got to edit them first and that's a pain, and because of that I need an incentive, and B) cuz I'm evil like that. >:P Enjoy!

CO-WRITTEN WITH CAGURLNIKKI

"Meeting the Enemy"

Whistling to himself as he walked down a back alley, the Joker began skipping as he dragged his knife against the brick wall. It made a delightful scraping sound that brought a chill to his spine, his eyes closing as he imagined his blade sinking into someone's flesh. Oh, how he longed to taste someone's blood that night...perhaps even get in a little scuffle!

Eyes alighting at the thought, he gave a giddy giggle just as he heard the telltale sound of high heels against pavement. Lurking in the shadows, he peered out from behind the wall and grinned darkly at what he saw.

"Well, well, well" he purred, "if it isn't Miss Hot Assistant DA! Can Rachel come out and play this evening? Hmmm?"

Backing up against the door when he said her name, Rachel sharply demanded, "H-how do you know who I am?!".

"How?" the Joker asked, raising his brows with a giggle. "Why, my dear Miss Dawes, don't you watch GCN? You were all over the news during good ol' Harvey-kin's campaign. I recall your speech saying something like 'I buh-lieve in Harvey Dent', or some other lame slogan." Feigning a yawn, he patted a hand over his mouth before sneering. "Y'know, if I'm not being so bold -- heck, when do I ever stop myself from being too bold? -- those cameras and make-up artists really don’t do you justice. You're quite, uh...love-uh-ly." Giggling at the look of disgust on her face, he dared to draw nearer as she pressed herself up against her car. "Hmm, well what's wrong? Do you have, uh...caulrophobia, or something?"

Watching his expressions as he came closer as she gripped her keys in her hand, Rachel listened as he spoke of watching her when she had been campaigning for Harvey, and as he feigned a yawn she could see the glimmer of cold steel from the knife he clutched in his hand. He was now only inches from her body as he studied her up and down, causing her to shiver slightly with disgust. Standing up straight, she finally managed to return, "No, I do not have a fear of clowns, nor do I fear scum like you... Mr. Joker, I presume? I too watch GCN and have seen all the chaos you’ve caused Gotham, but no worries, you will be stopped."

"Ooh-hoo-hoo, ya don't say?" the Joker mockingly returned, batting his lashes as he gave a dramatic bow. "Well, uh...I'm honored that you've decided to watch my ev-er-y move, Miss Dawes, and I'm even more honored that you're willing to give up time with your dear Bat toy to help catch me! He's so much fun, after all, so I'd hate to think of getting in the way of you two having your own fun." Leering when he caught sight of Rachel's surprised look, he lowly added, "That's right, beautiful -- I've been doing a little bit of "spying", I guess you could say, and you and Batty-cakes are mighty close. Why's that, hmm? Is he your squeeeeze?"

Tapping his Cupid against his thigh, he giggled when she claimed she was unafraid of him. "Ahhh, really? I love a strong woman -- just makes them all the more fun!" Lunging forward, he seized her by the throat and slammed her back against the car door, the steel of his blade tracing along her chin as he grinned madly. "How's your tolerance of scum like me now, hmm? Are you still brave, my dear Miss Dawes?"

Her back still pressed against the cool steel of her car, Rachel cringed as she stared him down, not wanting to change her expression since fear was something criminals lived for, and she would not fuel his power with letting him scare her. When he started to speak of her and "Batman's" relationship, the expression on her face couldn’t help but change to one of surprise. After all, no one knew of Batman's true identity but herself and Alfred. "I have no idea what you’re talking about...you’re as crazy as you look, because I have no "relationship" with Batman."

Gasping, she felt his cold hand close in around her creamy neck as he slammed her back against her car door, his blade tracing slowly along her chin as his eyes widened with madness as they locked on her. She could feel him squeezing as she struggled to breathe, and as he asked her about her tolerance, she strained against him while managing a smirk of her own. "You are still scum, and always will be...fear will not change that, Mr. Joker" she choked out, all the while fighting to stay conscious.

"Mr. Joker? Come, come, why the formalities, hmm? We're all friends here" the clown prince purred, a manic grin stretching his lips as he tightened his hold about her windpipe. "I figured you'd de-ny your, uh..."re-la-tionship" with Batshit, but that's alright, I'm a patient man. Everyone has a breaking point, and I'm sure that you're no different, gum drop."

Seizing her by the chin, the Joker forced Rachel to look him straight in the eye as he lowly added, "Scum I may be, my dear, but I am far from being your av-er-age scum."

Rachel continued to fight the darkness that threatened her as she gasped for air, his sick grin only inches from her so she could feel his breath on her face. She heard him talk around her denying her relationship with Batman, her legs dangling from the pavement as he held her firmly up. When he seized her chin and forced her to look into his eyes, she gazed at him while laughing hoarsely. "You are definitely not average scum, I’ll give you that much."

The Joker suddenly released his hold on Rachel's throat, his hand now coming around her arm as he forced her around and into her car. "We're going to, uh...go for a little drive" he announced, grinning as he crawled in over top of her and plopped down into the passenger's seat. "Just pre-tend everything's normal, alright, honey bunch? And then we can have a niiiiiiice, long date. Whaddaya say?" When Rachel looked as if she were going to denounce him, he flicked his blade beneath her chin and purred, "Or rather, which form of yes are you going to tell me, hmm?"

Putting the keys in the ignition a look of frustration and anger on her face, Rachel turned the car on and looked straight ahead as she spoke in a monotone voice, "I hope you don’t expect me to drive with a knife at my throat, because it would look a bit suspicious, don't you think?" She smirked a bit, her eyes meeting his.

The Joker leered at her, his knife tracing down over her chest toward her ribs as he purred, "Hmm, right you are...I'll just keep my knife right here." Jabbing the tip of his blade against her side as further emphasis, he giggled when Rachel gave a yelp of surprise. "Aww, shh-shh-shh, it's only a flesh wound!" he assured her, grinning as his gloved fingers brushed through her hair. "Just drive to your apartment, al-righ-ty, beautiful? That way things will be riiiiight as rain, and no one will suspect a thing!"

Rachel could feel the tip of the cold steel knife trace down her chest and toward her ribs, flinching as he jabbed the blade against her side and feeling the warm trickle of blood ooze from the wound. Biting her bottom lip in pain, she put the car in drive and started out of the garage. She felt his fingers brush through her long, silky hair as he instructed her to drive to her apartment and she swallowed hard.

Passing through the gates and onto the streets of Gotham, Rachel started in the direction of her apartment, occasionally stealing glances over at the clown while wondering what his plans were, and wishing that Bruce was around to rescue her.

Oblivious to her discomfort, the Joker began turning on the radio and fiddling with the knobs as if they were on a normal car ride, an eager "Ah!" escaping his lips once he found a reasonable station. Pointing toward the radio with a grin, he announced, "This is one of my favorites..."Send in the Clowns", as ironic as that might be. After all, I buh-lieve you've had e-nough of clowns to last you a lifetime, right?"

Leering at her, he began to whistle and hum along with the song, his knee bouncing along with the beat as he kept stealing glances at his captive. "We almost there?" he asked, now checking his pocket watch. "I'd like to hurry up and get to the fun and games, if you know what I mean."

Staring at him as he fiddled with her stereo as if he’d actually had been invited on this little adventure, Rachel rolled her eyes when he stopped at a station as the sound of "Send in the Clowns" filled her small car. It was indeed ironic, considering their current situation, and when he announced that it was one of his favorites, she simply muttered under her breath, "Figures".

As Rachel neared her apartment complex, the Joker started to fiddle with his pocket watch before asking her if they were almost there…that he wanted to get the fun and games started "I thought you knew everything about me? You should know if we are close or not" she stated in a flat and sarcastic tone.

"Ah-tah-taaah, I never said I knew everything about you, just the basics" the clown prince condescendingly explained. "If I knew where you lived, where would be the fun in that? I, uh...pre-fer the thrill of the chase, and that includes not knowing where my prey lives." Grinning over at her, he brushed his gloved fingers against her wound and gave an appreciative whistle. "My, my, you bleed so prettily, Rrrrachel! Per-haps I'll have to cut you and see what other ways you can bleed!"

Listening to him tease about not knowing everything about her, Rachel felt his fingers press against the wound on her side and she flinched in pain. As he continued to talk, she moaned softly and took a deep breath, for the pain in her side was now excruciating.

Pulling into her apartment complex, she parked in her spot and looked over at him as her eyes filled with rage "Well, here we are...now what?"

Hearing Rachel's pained moan made the Joker shiver with pleasure, his tongue absently flicking across his lips as he longed to hear her make that noise again. As a criminal, he thrived off of fear, pain, and anguish, and the young beauty was currently giving him all of the above. Grinning at her question, he placed a hand on her thigh and gave it a mocking pat. "Open the door, sugar lump, and then I'll give you further instructions."

When Rachel obediently stepped out into the parking lot, the Joker giddily crawled out after her before taking her by the arm and leading her toward the stairs. As he did so, he noticed a man coming toward them, so he quickly grabbed Rachel and pulled her into his arms. Pretending to be in a passionate embrace so he could hide his identity, his shoulders shook with silent laughter as he pressed his lips against Rachel's neck, his breath burning against her skin as he ordered in a soft whisper, "Pretend you're enjoying this." To further emphasize his point, he pressed his switchblade against her ribs. His lips were cold and clammy against her warm neck, and she closed her eyes, fighting the urge to scream until the man had passed.

Stifling a fit of giggles against her neck, the Joker finally let out a loud laugh after the man had gone on his merry way, his eyes crinkling with mirth as he exclaimed, "Good grief, woman, you call that acting? That was terrible! Where was the passion? Where was the intrigue? Now I know I may be an intimidatingly attractive specimen, but you're just going to have to get over that."

Giggling at his own joke, the clown prince took Rachel by the arm and gave her a firm yank so she followed him up the stairs. "What's your room number?" he demanded, his eyes sliding cautiously as he looked for other intruders.

When he asked for her apartment number, Rachel pointed down the hallway. "Number 7" she stated flatly, while a small chill ran through her as though they were being watched.

Snapping his fingers, the Joker ordered Rachel to give him her keys, to which he then proceeded to unlock the door and let them both inside. Flicking the light on, he gave an appreciative whistle as the room became unveiled from the darkness, his head bobbing as he acknowledged, "Nice digs...you pay for this all by your lonesome, Miss Assistant DA?" Grinning when she ignored him, he shut the door and took her by the elbow yet again, his arm yanking her firmly against his muscled chest as he purred, "How about we play a little game, hmm? I call it "Rachel tells me who the Batman is, and every time she denies knowing his identity, I cut something off"!"

Trying to fight back, Rachel twisted in his arms, all the while trying to shake herself free. "I have already told you I don’t know who Batman is!" she yelled, frustrated that she could not break free.

"Ah-tah-taaaah, now that, my dear, is a bold-faced lie" the Joker hissed, his playful demeanor now completely gone." Tightening his grip around her body, he placed his lips at her ear as he growled, "Now we can either do things the easy way and have you tell me aaaaall I need to know, or we can do this the hard way and I'll, uh...take some drastic measures." As if to further emphasize his point, he slid a gloved hand down her stomach until he reached her bare thigh, his fingers caressing the soft skin as he licked the shell of her ear. When she shivered he grinned darkly, for although he wasn't particularly interested in raping Rachel, she didn't know he felt that way, and that was all the leverage he needed.

Standing strong, Rachel’s body tensed up as she spoke in a monotone voice once more, "I told you, I do not know who Batman is!" She knew he could be serious in his threats, but she also knew how important it was to keep Bruce's secret.

Furious by her response, the Joker decided to toy with her a bit more despite his lack of desire. He was a man who got off on blood and chaos, not beautiful women with soft curves. Brushing his painted lips against the curve of her neck, he licked and bit at the skin before growling softly against her flesh, his hands gripping her thighs as he began to grind his hips against her backside. "Tell me what I need to know, beautiful" he purred, his teeth now sinking into her slim neck. "Just tell me oooone little name, and this will be all over..."

Rachel could tell that her lack of cooperation was infuriating him, her eyes closing as she tried to block him out. She dealt with people like this everyday, and even though she was being violated by a villain, she knew she was nothing compared to Bruce. He was needed by the people of Gotham, while she, herself was expendable.

"I’m telling you, I do not know who Batman is... why do you want to know so badly, unless it’s out of fear?" She knew that her words would probably cost her, but she would not go down easily.

Snarling, the Joker whipped Rachel around and gave her a violent push that sent her sprawling onto the couch. Flicking out his blade, he straddled her waist and placed the knife beneath her chin, his eyes dark enough to blot out the sun as he hissed, "I want to play a few games with your 'dearly beloved', but he won't play them unless he has a reason to, so I figured I'd give him that reason.” Now pressing the blade against her skin to the point that he drew blood, he flicked his tongue across the life-bearing essence and moaned softly against her neck. Her blood tasted better than he could've ever imagined; it was pure, sweet, and full of an innocence that he longed to corrupt.

"Now" he coolly began, "I'll give you one more chance, and if you don't tell me Battyboy's name, something comes off." To further stress his point, he placed his knife behind her ear as if he was going to saw it off her head.

Rachel held her hand to the wound on her neck, her own rage mixed with fear as adrenaline caused her to look up at him in defiance. "NEVER!" she spat out at him.

"Oooh, so the kitten as claws, does she? You wanna play?" the Joker purred, leering down at her as he began to dig the knife painfully against the back of her ear. Watching with a sick sense of pleasure as blood began to trickle down her neck, he moaned slightly at the sight and felt a burst of arousal shoot through his limbs. The clown prince knew he was a sick man, but nothing quite like blood-loss got his adrenaline pumping. Shifting his hips, he was almost certain that Rachel could feel his desire pressing against her thigh, a shrill giggle escaping his lips upon noting her tremendous disgust. Lolling his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, he fought against the desire to lick her neck as he purred, "One more chance, beautiful, and then no more Mr. Nice Clown..."

"Oh, so you’re being ‘nice’ now? Then I guess I can’t wait to see you be ‘not so nice’, because I do not know who Batman is, and if I did, I wouldn’t tell you!" She smirked back up at him, her body still twisting beneath his.

Giggling, the Joker licked his lips as he mulled over her words, his grip tightening on her chin as he purred, "True e-nough, I'm not exactly a nice guy, but for you I'm willing to be extra mean. How's that, hmm? Because based upon your not-so-unromantic trysts with Batboy, I know that you both have feelings for one another. How can a re-lationship work without either of you knowing who the other is, hmm?" Now digging the blade more forcefully against her skin, he purposely bumped his arousal against her nether regions with a mad leer. If that didn't make her uncomfortable, he didn't know what would.

Sneering up at him as he talked about his not-so-unromantic trysts between her and Batman, Rachel had to admit that he hit a nerve on that one. She had loved Bruce since they were children, and that had never changed. She had told him that as long as Gotham needed Batman, she could not be with him, but that did not stop her from loving him.

As he dug they blade deeper against her throat, she could feel him pushing up against her, and she now felt as if he would keep to his promise. "If you know that, then you should know that I can’t give you his identity...he’s all Gotham has left to stop people like you!”

Suddenly she heard the sound of a crash and saw a flash of black...could it be him?? Her heart began to race in her chest as she looked up to see if the Joker had heard it also.

"Awww" the Joker cooed, giving her a mocking pout as he condescendingly nodded his head. "If you tell me who Batsy is, you'll still have Harvey Butt-Chin Dent! Can't he save your puh-recious Gotham from its inevitable downfall?" Leering over her ridiculous faith in the Bat, he flinched slightly when he heard a loud crash from the opposite side of the apartment. Before he could even think to turn to investigate, a kevlar-covered fist smashed into the side of his face, a whoop of laughter escaping his lips as he crashed down to the floor.

Grinning up at the Batman, himself, the Joker began clapping as he exclaimed, "Bravo, Batsy, bra-vo! Leave it to a guy like you to come and make your presence known when I'm just about to have some fun. Your girlfriend's quite the screamer, you know...I like that."

With a roar of anger, Batman lunged forward and picked the Joker up by the collar, the clown prince laughing hysterically as he felt Bruce pound the side of his face again and again.

Rachel heard him mockingly pout and leer, talking about Harvey saving Gotham when suddenly with a whoop she saw him fly backward off of her and onto the floor. As she scrambled off the couch and back up against the wall, she drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as if in hiding.

"Ah-tah-taaah, and you call yourself a vigilante? I thought vigilantes were supposed to kill!" the Joker taunted, cackling hysterically when Batman glared down at him amidst his fury. "Why not just toss me out that window, hmm? It'd save so many lives, yet for some unknown reason, you won't do it.....or rather, you can't do it. Isn't that right, Rachel?"

When the Joker noticed Rachel curled in on herself, he gave another whoop of laughter and reveled in the strain he'd put her under. "My, my, Batsy, your girlfriend looks like she should take a vacation! I'd recommend Bermuda, 'cause I hear it's just lovely this time of year!"

Giggling when Batman took him by the collar and slammed him down against the couch, the Joker began to kick his legs amidst his glee as he exclaimed, "Why, Batsy, are you getting fresh with me? Your girlfriend's right there!"

When Bruce delivered yet another uppercut to the Joker's face, the clown prince spit out a tooth and leered up at him with an excited grin. "Now that's more like it!"

Through her haze, Rachel heard the Joker say her name, and lifted her head to see that Bruce was losing control. When he said that it looked like she needed a vacation, she snapped out of it and uncurled herself, standing up straight while trying to compose herself since Bruce was reacting to her pain.

Bruce had now slung Joker back across the room and down onto the same couch where he had just been torturing her, the Joker's leg kicking about as Bruce held him down while continuing to administer one blow after another. "STOP!" Rachel screamed, her gaze pained as Bruce looked up at her.

"Rachel, I..."

"What's wrong, Batty-boy? So whipped that you have to listen to Miss Priss over there?" the Joker mocked, giggling when Batman sent him a furious look. Feeling himself get pulled back up to his feet, the clown prince giggled as he was dragged over toward the door, gagging slightly when Batman tightened his hold around his throat.

Ripping the door open amidst his fury, Bruce held the Joker by the collar before growling lowly, "Get.Out", his arm extending as he hurtled the clown prince straight to the ground. He knew it was what Rachel wanted, and since she seemed hurt, he figured that he’d tend to her first and deal with the Joker later.

Giggling, the Joker peered inside at Rachel before cooing, "Alright, alright, I'll go, but you should know that I'll be seeing you very soon, Miss Dawes..." Here he winked and licked his bloody lips.

Rachel heard the Joker's laugh and watched as he licked his lips, promising to see her again soon and her whole body shook, knowing that he would keep his promise. As soon as he had scampered off, she walked over and reached out to caress Bruce's cheek, currently lost in his eyes for a moment until she was brought back to reality by the police sirens as they pulled up to her building. "You better go, Bruce" she whispered and let her hand drop back to her side.

Giving her a pained look, Bruce thought of staying a moment longer to ensure that she was one-hundred percent safe, but the look in her eyes assured him that she understood why he couldn't stay. "I'll call you tomorrow" he gently assured her, now turning his back to her as he leapt up onto the window pane. Giving her a sheepish grin, he hesitantly added, "And, uh...I believe I owe you a new window. Sorry about the mess..."

With one last longing look in Rachel's direction, Bruce vaulted off of the window pane and glided out into the night.

The Joker, meanwhile, tongued the spot where Batman had punched out his tooth, a manic grin spreading across his lips as he thought of all the dark, thrilling things he could do to torture Batsy and his little bunny...