The Joker's New Pet

Once again thank you to all my lovely reviewers! *gives you all a Joker shaped cookie* Sorry if this chapter is short. I wanted to make this one a lot longer but I'm too damn tired. Oh and I will probably re post this with grammar corrections but I am just impatient with the posting lol. Anyway enjoy! And R&R as always! ;)


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Bruce Wayne winced and grunted as he examined his bruised ribs in the mirror. The large man who he had gotten into a brawl with at the mall had certainly did a number on Bruce’s body when he had thrown his weight on top of him. “Were you crushed by an elephant sir?” Alfred asked in his thick accent as he was helping Bruce bandage up his wounds.

“Close,” Bruce responded in a not too enthusiastic tone. “I was this close to rescuing her Alfred. He slipped away, right under my nose. Right under my nose! I lost him for five seconds at a department store and now, once again, not even the F.B.I can seem to figure out where he’s hiding. I suspect he has men in the inside again. There had to be some at the galleria. I had a sneaking suspicion in my gut before Gordon’s units even arrived there.”

“Patience Master Wayne. You always get your man. The Joker will be brought to justice. He has a love for theatrics and he seems to love an audience, so it’s only a matter of time before he’ll bring so much attention to himself, that he’ll back himself into a corner and be caught. Just like he always does.” Said Alfred in a comforting voice, as he wrapped a bandage around Bruce’s arm.

“Bringing the Joker onto custody is not all I’m worried about this time Alfred. Each day I fail at rescuing Stacey is another day Jim and his family have to suffer. I made a promise to Jim that I would bring her home safe. It’s hard for me to look into his eyes and promise that, when I am unsure myself. The Joker is so unpredictable. I can’t let what happened to Rachel and Harvey happen to Jim Gordon’s little girl,” Bruce sighed in a sorrowful tone.

“You’re only one man sir,” Said Alfred.

“He had her in a collar, hooked onto a leash Alfred. Leading her around like a dog, dressed like a vampire. Pulling her around like a dog Alfred. I’m worried to know what he’s doing with her at his hideout. He kept referring to her as Emma Napier. That’s the word around town too, from witnesses that he had encountered with her by his side. He calls her Emma, trying to hide her in this laughably obvious disguise,” Said Bruce with a hint of disgust in his voice.

Alfred’s eyebrows furrowed. “What did you say was the full name he used for her sir?”

“Emma Napier,” Said Bruce. “Probably just a name he pulled out of a hat. A fake name to mock us.”

“I know I’ve heard that name somewhere before,” Said Alfred.

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Bruce was busy tinkering with some of his equipment in the new ‘bat cave’ when Alfred called him over to the computer he was sitting at. “Master Wayne, can you come over here a second please?”

“What is it Alfred?” Bruce speed walked over to Alfred and stood over his shoulder as Alfred surfed the Internet.

“Well Master Wayne, for some odd reason the name that the Joker has been using for Stacey had me curious, and I decided to do a search,” Said Alfred. “I did a search for Emma Napier. And I found only one known match in Gotham. Listen to this.” Bruce leaned over, and stared at the computer screen more attentively. On the computer screen appeared an old police report, with a picture of a smiling young woman beside the written report.

“Emma Napier, daughter of William and Lucy McKinley. Husband Jack Napier. Emma was found brutally murdered eight years ago near 5th street and Westchester Avenue, in the alley behind ‘The Mad Hatter’s Comedy and Magic club.’ She was pregnant at the time. No suspect was ever found. Suspects were believed to be street thugs,” Alfred read off the old police report to Bruce.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “So what do you make of it, just a coincidence or perhaps one of the Joker’s early murders?” He asked Alfred.

“The details of her…murder don’t seem like the Joker’s style sir. This poor young woman was not only murdered she was butchered to the point of being unidentifiable. It took an extensive autopsy to figure out who she was. It was believed that more than one suspect committed the crime, and that she was gang raped before they hacked her to pieces,” Alfred felt ill in his stomach, as he continued to read the details of Emma’s murder.

“Despicable, just despicable.” Alfred continued.

“Her husband Jack Napier was never seen again after that. At first he was believed to be a suspect upon his disappearance, but now they believe he was murdered alongside his wife, and his body was dumped somewhere else. Or that he was kidnapped by the suspects and murdered elsewhere.” Said Alfred.

“It all still seems pretty suspicious to me,” Said Bruce. “How could her husband disappear into thin air?”

“Well sir,” Said Alfred. “From the Joker’s track record, I firmly believe that he did not murder Emma Napier, unless of course, he has gotten cleaner over the years. But butchering a young woman in an alley is not his style. He has always seen himself as a higher class of criminal. His crimes usually involve explosives, and his murders are usually clean and swift, except for the occasional Glasgow smile which he usually carves into his victims after they’re dead, as his trademark.”

“So you believe this links to the Joker calling Stacey ‘Emma Napier’ somehow?” Bruce asked.

“I don’t know sir,” Said Alfred. “But only a few months after the disappearance of Jack Napier, the first crime of a man who called himself ‘The Joker’ was reported. It could all be a coincidence or….”

“Or Jack Napier became the Joker,” Bruce finished Alfred’s sentence for him.

“Maybe,” Said Alfred. “But it’s still just a theory. Perhaps we’re looking too far into this. It could all just be a coincidence. But I feel for that poor Emma Napier girl. She was quite beautiful wasn’t she? May her and her unborn child rest in peace.”

“Yes she was pretty,” Bruce agreed, as he examined the picture of Emma Napier more closely. She had long dirty blond hair, a youthful face, rosy cheeks and big blue eyes. She had an innocent girl next-door beauty about her. “She reminds me of Stacey.” Said Bruce.

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Stacey had been lying cuffed to the bed for several hours. The handcuffs clanged against the bedposts, as she tugged at them, trying to get comfortable. The Joker had been taking so long to return that she feared he was going to pull a Mister Hyde and leave her there for days again. She could almost breath a sigh of relief when the door swung open. She shivered from the slight breeze that the door had created when the Joker opened it, as she was still completely naked.

The Joker stood in the doorway, grinning ear to ear. Well, at least he was smiling. Stacey would rather see him smiling at her rather than scowling. Whenever he had a scowl, Stacey knew that she would be sore for the rest of the night. The Joker calmly shut the door and then sauntered over to Stacey and stood over her cuffed naked form. “Well, well, well. How is my naugh-ty naked little girl hmm? Has she had time to think about what she did?”

“Yes sir,” Stacey bit her lip, feeling rather vulnerable. “Can you unlock my cuffs now please?” She asked in an innocent voice, wondering if it would ever work.

The Joker smirked. “Hmm let me see. I dunno. I rather like you in this position. Plus, you’re still being punished,” He snickered. “But I’ll bet your little wrists are sore by now, aren’t they? I think I locked those cuffs rather tight. I might unlock them. But first you have to tell me you’re sorry.” He sat down on the bed near her and began stroking her inner thigh with his fingers. He reached in his pocket with his other hand and pulled out the keys to the handcuffs, then spun them around his finger to tease her.

“I’m sorry,’ Said Stacey, trying to sound sincere.

“Sorry what?” The Joker asked, a warning tone in his voice.

“Sorry daddy,” Stacey said quickly, not wanting to provoke any anger out of him.

“Sorry for what?” The Joker asked sounding a tad annoyed all of a sudden. He was so unpredictable. Stacey grew worried.

“I’m sorry daddy for disobeying you,” Stacey said quickly, trying with all her might to sound believable.

“Better be sorry little bunny,” The Joker said in a sing-song voice. “I suppose I can release you from the bed posts,” He licked his lips and leaning over, he unlocked her left hand. Stacey sighed in relief at her wrist being released from the cuff. The Joker rubbed the red ring mark on her wrist.

He unlocked the other one from the bedpost but kept it attached to her right wrist then pulling her other arm down, he cuffed her hands together. Stacey’s heart dropped and before she could say anything, the Joker cut her off. “I said I would release you from the bedposts. I didn’t say I’d release you completely from the cuffs,” Snapped the Joker, his mood now completely shifting.

“Um…” Stacey began. She nearly squealed as the Joker roughly pulled her to himself, his nose pressing against hers.

“Do you really think I’m that stupid my little bunny princess? Hmm?” He hissed in her face.

“W…what do you mean?” Stacey peeped.

“Do you really think I’m stupid enough to believe that you’re actually sorry? Hmm? Do you think I don’t believe that if that flying rat flew through the bedroom window to rescue the little Gordon princess from the evil Joker’s lair, that you wouldn’t rush into his arms?” He shook her. “Hmm?!” He breathed hard in her face.

“I…I…”Stacey rambled. She didn’t know what to say. Lying was useless. It was obvious that she would go with Batman. She loved and missed her family, and she was kept here as a prisoner.

“You, You?” The Joker mocked her. “You know damn well I’m right. Daddy J isn’t stupid sweet girl. But I have to make sure you don’t go running to any bats. You need to be obedient to me. How are we going to make sure that you’re obedient? How? Tell me How, Hmmm.” The Joker licked his lips inches from her face. “Tell me, how are we going to do that?”

“I don’t know, I…I,” Stacey stuttered.

“Well there has to be a way.” Said the Joker gruffly. “How many times do I have to spank you before you’re completely o-bed-i-ent, hmm? Do you like my spankings? You must! Or you wouldn’t be such a bad girl all the time,” the Joker chortled. “I’m glad you like them, because I very much like giving them. Yes, very much. And lucky for you I don’t grow tired of it.” The Joker chuckled. He stood up and roughly forced her to stand up as well.

“Please…” Stacey whimpered.

“Please this, please that. It’s always the begging with you isn’t it little girl? Oh yes and the promises. Always the promises, but when it comes down to it, all my scolding falls on deaf ears doesn’t it? Well let’s see how well you can really obey my commands,” The Joker licked his lips. “Go stand in the corner, nose to the wall, and don’t you dare move unless I say it’s ok to!” The Joker barked, nearly making Stacey leap out of her skin. He twirled her around to face the corner, and he ushered her in that direction with a sharp ‘slap!’ to her bottom. Stacey yelped and scurried over to the corner. “And put your hands on your head!” The Joker snapped.

Stacey jumped, and moved her hands to her head. They were still cuffed together. “Jesus Christ, I hate it when he snaps at me like that,” Stacey thought in her mind. She hated it when he yelled at her like that. Whenever he used such a harsh tone of voice, it intimidated her to no end, and she almost expected him to knock her through the wall with his fist.

Stacey heard the Joker rummaging through drawers behind her. She was afraid to turn to see what he was doing. “Ah, this will do for today,” Stacey heard the Joker talking to himself. She heard him close the drawer and then she heard a slapping sound, as if he was testing something out on his hand. Stacey knew what was coming next, and she braced herself, and her poor bottom. “Ok my little brat. Come here.” The Joker ordered sternly.

Stacey slowly turned around, her heart thudding against her breast. She was surprised that she had survived living with the Joker this long without having a heart attack. He was holding a small thin wooden paddle and slapping it on his palm. The Joker glared at her austerely and motioned for her to come to him with his finger. “You. Here. Now.”

Stacey gulped and lowered her hands from her head. “I didn’t give you permission to lower your hands!” The Joker snapped, and Stacey immediately jerked her hands back on top of her head. She slowly walked towards the Joker. His eyes narrowed. “Listen baby doll,” He spoke with a warning in his voice. “When I ask you to do something, I expect you to obey im-med-iate-ly. None of this dragging your feet nonsense,” He snapped his fingers. “Get over here now!” He barked.

Stacey flinched, and trotted over to the Joker quickly, the Joker admiring how her breasts bounced with her trotting. Stacey really was not taking a liking to this, and part of her wished she had muscles so she could punch the Joker in his bullying schizoid face. The Joker grabbed her and pulled her to where she was between his knees, her hands still on top of her head. He gave her a devilish grin, and kissed her roughly on the mouth, running his scars along her lips. As he did this, he ran the smooth wooden paddle over her rump.

He roughly jerked away, and with a manly growl he turned her sideways and jerked her over his knee. Running the smooth surface of the paddle over her bottom once more, he took this moment to scold her again. “Oh Stacey, Stacey, little Stacey,” He spoke in a tranquil voice. “I didn’t know you had a fetish for flying rodents. We’ll just have to break you of that fetish now wont we? Remember my dear. Clowns good, bats bad,” He chuckled. Stacey squeaked as he swatted her right cheek with the paddle.

“Daddy J does not want his little girl associating with nasty flying rats. Do I make myself clear?” He scolded, and Stacey felt another sharp pain on her other cheek. “They’re crawling with diseases! Little girls should not be playing with disgusting disease ridden mammals. Little girls should be playing with dolls and clean things,” the Joker snickered and began spanking her bottom in earnest, causing Stacey to claw at the bed comforter. She instinctively tried pulling at her cuffs to attempt to reach back and protect her bottom. She noticed that every implement he used had a different type of sting to it, though each one was equally painful.

She began kicking her legs frantically, like a helpless little girl. The Joker did love it with she did that, though after a while her wiggling began to annoy him. “Hold still little girl,” he ordered sharply, pinning her down with one hand, he wrapped his leg around both of hers, holding them in place. She was now completely at his mercy, her wrists cuffed together and her petite legs subdued by his much larger one.

Soon she was at that familiar headspace again, where she felt completely weak and helpless, and she found herself begging him to stop, her tears staining the bed covers. Finally, he tossed the paddle aside, and continued to spank her with his hand, enjoying the crimson shade that her pale skin had transformed to. “Are we sorry?” The Joker asked her, petting her well spanked little rear.

“Yes,” Stacey choked. “I will never try calling Batman for help. Never ever.” Stacey mumbled in between tears of pain.

“Hmmm I’m still not sure I believe you,” Said the Joker, lightly patting her bottom. “Though I suppose you’ve been punished enough for now.” He yanked her up off of his lap, and Stacey winced as he actually began to lick the tears away from her face. She felt his warm tongue lathering up her cheeks and eyelids. Then he stood up, and picked her up, tossing her on the bed not too gently, forcing her to lye on her stomach. “Get up on your knees,” He ordered curtly.

Stacey scrambled to her knees, and she heard the Joker unzip his pants behind her. She felt the bed jiggle as his weight climbed on top of it, behind her. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “I’m afraid I’m not going to be too gentle this time precious.”

He grabbed her by the back of the neck, and shoved her upper body down, smashing the side of her face into the bed. She grimaced as he slapped her bottom again. “Bottom up in the air as high as possible sweetheart, and legs spread. I want you open and ready for me,” He ordered.

Her legs shaking thoroughly, she managed to spread them wider. She cringed, as he rammed himself inside of her, not too gently this time, just like he had warned. “Mmm a spanked little girl is a sexy little girl,” The Joker purred, whilst running his hand along her scarlet bottom. “Red’s one of my favorite colors,” He giggled.

Stacey winced as he began to pound her hard and fast, ordering her to keep her upper body down and her bottom up in the air while he pulled her head back by her hair. He grunted and groaned and then Stacey felt him collapse on top of her from behind. He licked her ear, and she felt him climaxing inside of her. The Joker rammed his penis deep inside of her, as deep as he could possibly go, and emptied his warm seed into her womanhood.

The Joker held his weight over her body for a moment. He pressed his face against hers and she could feel his sweat mingling with her own. He had kept his shirt on, and only lowered his pants. With one last orgasmic sigh, the Joker lifted himself off of Stacey and pulled his pants back up. With no words spoken, Stacey heard the Joker walk hastily to the bathroom and turn the sink on. Stacey turned over and lay on her stomach, panting and sweating heavily.

He returned swiftly with a cup of water. He sat on the bed next to Stacey and jerked her upright. “Open up baby doll,” he ordered, sticking his finger into her mouth. He forced her mouth open and shoved two pills in her mouth. “Swallow,” He said tersely, and he pressed the cup of water up to her mouth making her drink it and swallow the pills.

“What was that for?” Stacey asked, after swallowing the pills.

“Morning after pills,” The Joker said nonchalantly. “Thought I’d give you two just in case. Can’t be too careful ya know? That’s just until we get you on the regular pill. I’m sure giving you two of those wont hurt just this once. Can’t have any baby clown bunnies running around,” The Joker snickered. “Now get dressed. I’m going to give you some chores to do, as an extension of your punishment. You’re going to clean up this room, and you’re going to do some laundry and hang up my shirts,” he chortled. Stacey groaned on the inside.

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The Joker made Stacey put on another schoolgirl outfit, then he brought her a bunch of clean shirts he had already washed for her to hang up, and he had ordered her to clean up their bathroom as well. After he had dropped his shirts off, he left her alone again. Stacey held a long miserable face as she yawningly hung up the Joker’s many ridiculously colored shirts. They did look ridiculous, but most of them looked the same. He had many of the same purple suits and only a couple of the gray ones. He was like a living cartoon character.

As she hung up his shirts in his closet, her over observant self couldn’t help but notice an outline on the wall in the back of the closet. Checking to make sure that she didn’t hear the Joker walking up the stairs, her dangerously eager curiousity led her to poke at the wall. Sure enough, with a little effort, she discovered that the outline of the wall was actually a small trap door, and Stacey was able to slide it open. At the bottom of the secret little hole, Stacey found what appeared to be a toy treasure chest.

Feeling as though she found something she shouldn’t have, Stacey glanced behind her once more just to be safe, a paranoid feeling washing over her. She kneeled down and pulled the small treasure chest out of its hole. She apprehensively opened it.

She expected to find some rare jewel that the Joker had stolen from a palace or something, or at least something that was worth a pretty penny. Instead she found a fake gold locket shaped like a heart on a chain, a rose that was missing some peddles but was kept preserved between plastic, and a wedding picture of a young couple. On the wedding picture the bride was visible, but it was obvious that the Joker had scratched his mark on the groom’s face. He covered the groom’s eyes with two large filled in circles made by a black pen, and he gave him a big Joker trademark smile with a red marker. He also wrote ‘HA, HA, HA,’ all over the background behind the couple in big red letters.

For some reason Stacey felt like Indiana Jones who had discovered an ancient treasure, but was about the get ambushed at any second. She opened up the small heart locker, and found a picture of the same young woman inside, smiling almost angelically against a ghostly background. She stared at the pictures, almost as if in a trance, when she felt herself turn as white as a wraith. She felt a foreboding presence standing behind her. Oh no. How did she not hear him enter the room? Was he on stealth mode?

She didn’t have time to whimper as she felt an ungodly force rip her away from the closet. She nearly puked up her own intestines from shock.

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I had him cum inside of her. I know, this chapter kind of sucked. Next time he cums inside of her it will be better I promise LOL. But I love mean Dominant Joker! >:)