Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

Sitting in her bedroom that night, after putting Elijah to bed, Eleanor couldn't help but ponder to herself.



The Joker's "plan" was completely crazy, to say the very least. And what on earth was so important that The Batman had to be so distracted from catching up with The Joker? Another killing spree maybe...more blowing up cop shops, hospitals or something else just as bad? She kicked herself for letting lust get in the way of asking him the more sensible questions. And how could she do what he wanted her to anyway? It wasn't even in her nature to be nasty and manipulative, assisting in a crime.



So much for The Joker making sure that her involvement with him wouldn't implicate her. She was convinced she would be caught, found out as The Joker's accomplice. She knew she couldn't risk that, or risk her son's wellbeing by getting involved in something like that.



How could she tell The Joker no? He was still unpredicatable around her, she couldn't trust him fully, even now they were getting closer again. Maybe she could make it up to him in other ways. She didn't know how, apart from sex of course. But sex obviously wasn't as important to The Joker as bullying, threatening and killing people. She wasn't that stupid. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place now, not quite knowing what to do.



Sitting on her bed, she picked up the remote to switch the TV on. Her cell phone was on the bedside cabinet, and it started to buzz just as she was about to put the TV on. That anonymous number again, "Unknown". She flipped open her phone.



"Hello?"



"Hello there, bunny." The Joker was chirpy.



"You didn't give me much of a chance to think, Jack. I've only just put Elijah to bed."



"That's okay. You've still got time. I'm not a bad guy. Okay, yeah, I get the...i-rony... in that. I should say, I'm not a bad guy all the time. Especially when it concerns my little bunny! No no. You know what, sweet cheeks? I'm gonna think about all that to-morrow. Tonight is...my night off! I don't take many of those, but now we're sex buddies again, well...you can imagine how stressed and tense I am, bunny!"



Eleanor ran her hand through her long hair and felt her cheeks flush suddenly.



"Are you implying that we should...get together...tonight?" she giggled like a little girl, playing with her hair excitedly.



"More than implying, sweetheart. I'm telling you." The Joker replied, matter of factly.



"Oh, and what if I said no?" Eleanor challenged, mischeiviously.



"If you said no, I'd still come over. Makes no difference to me, bunny."



She had wanted him to say that.



"How are you gonna get here without being seen?" she asked, still twisting her hair round her fingers.



"Oh, I will." The Joker replied confidently. "You'd be surprised where I can go and no-one knows who I really am, bunny. Don't you worry your pretty lil head about that. So. I'm coming over. Oh, and I want you to be nice to me tonight!"



The line went dead before Eleanor could say anything else. She flipped her phone back over and put it back on the bedside cabinet. She sat on the bed for a moment, smiling to herself, her belly full of butterflies.



"Oh...I can't wear this!" she started to panic, still smiling, getting up from the bed and dashing over to her wardrobe, flinging open the doors, then rummaging around at break neck speed for something else to wear. Something a little more sexy than just jeans and a t-shirt. She grabbed a silky white camisole and French knickers, and changed into them, then freshened up her make-up in the mirror.



She knew she was crazy, she knew it. But this lust was too powerful, even for her. He wanted her, she wanted him. That was enough for her at that moment. Never mind the cold, hard fact that he was Gotham's most wanted criminal mastermind. She wanted his body. And she wanted his heart, and his soul too...although those were two things she knew she would have a battle with. His body would have to do right now. In Eleanor's eyes it was better to have just the physical side with him, than nothing at all. That was how desperate she was for this man.









Every few minutes, Eleanor twitched back the living room curtain to see if The Joker had made it over yet. The time was 10:24pm, he had called her up over half an hour ago now. It didn't take half an hour to get to her house from his warehouse hideaway.



Eleanor sat on the sofa nervously.



"He's not gonna come, is he?" she sighed to herself, feeling the chill of wearing just a cami and panties. "I'm stupid. So fucking stupid."



She waited some more, curled up on the sofa with her head resting on a cushion, before getting so fed up of waiting and just falling asleep there.



She woke with a start a little later, and glanced up to find a man standing before her in the living room.



"You know how good I am at just letting myself in, bunny." The Joker smiled at her, giving a wink and a click of his tongue.



Eleanor took a deep breath and smiled back. Well, she had been wrong. He was "a man of his word" after all.



The Joker knelt down in front of her, resting his forearms in front of her on the sofa. No words were spoken, and they just watched each other for a moment.

Eleanor was pleasantly surprised at how he looked. Like the time they had met up in the wine bar, he was wearing no facepaint at all. His long hair was tied back in a ponytail, and he wore a dark grey trucker's cap. He wasn't wearing a suit either, just a black shirt and faded blue jeans with worn looking trainers. Apart from the scarred face, he looked like any other guy on the street. He looked like "her" Jack, when they were together years ago, before The Joker became his darker side.



Eleanor felt herself getting lost in The Joker's hazel brown eyes. He had a glint, a mischievious sparkle, in those eyes, without the heavy black makeup around them to swallow them up.



The Joker raised his hand to her face, and tenderly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "I've de-cided." he said, licking the corner of his scarred mouth. "For one night only, I'm going to be just...Jack. Just for...my little bunny."



Eleanor held his hand against her face, still lost in his brown eyes. "What...so The Joker isn't going to make an appearance tonight?" she said, surprised.



"If he does, you should slug him in the balls." The Joker half teased. "The Joker needs his night off, bunny. Oh, and...might I say. You're looking beautiful tonight, my dear Ellie. I have a real longing to cut off those panties with my little knife... but I shouldn't break my promise to you, should I? It's The Joker's night off!"



Eleanor put her own hand to The Joker's face, and traced the line of his scarred cheeks with her fingertips gently. First starting with the right side of his damaged face, trailing her fingers down his swollen, scarred bottom lip, his chin, then up the left side of his face. They were vicious scars, lumpy in places where they hadn't healed so well. But Eleanor had never been replused by them, not ever. And The Joker had never let anyone but her touch them. This was a true moment of intimacy between them.



He nuzzled her hand, closing his eyes for a moment before saying, "Hmm, my little bunny...shouldn't we...go somewhere a little more...com-fortable?"



Eleanor leaned in and kissed his forehead. "So come on then. You know where the bedroom is."



They both stood up, and Eleanor led The Joker by the hand across the hall to her room. The light was on low, and Eleanor had a CD on repeat playing quietly on her stereo. She closed the door behind them, hoping that Elijah hadn't been disturbed and was still alseep.



She snaked her arms around The Joker's waist, her right hand sliding down and stroking his nicely rounded behind. The Joker grinned, his scars stretching and starting to tingle a little with pain. He pulled Eleanor closer to him, so that her face was buried in his chest.



"I like this, I like it." he rasped, in a deep husky tone. "I want you to do it. C'mon. I want you to do it."



Eleanor slyly smiled up at him, and slowly, teasingly, dropped to her knees, level with his crotch. She undid the zipper on his jeans, and pulled them down to his knees. His tight black boxers were straining. She set his hard on free from his underwear, and gently slid it into her mouth, sucking on him slowly.



The Joker sighed, placed his hands on her head and trailed his fingers through her long silky hair.



Eleanor could taste The Joker's pre-sex fluid dripping out of the tip, which told her just how turned on he was already. She dragged her teeth lightly along his length, varied her pace on how he hard she sucked and licked him. She looked up at him now and then as she worked on him, checking his face for his reaction. Obviously he was more than happy with what she was doing. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was getting a little heavier. He grabbed her head harder in his hands by her hair and pushed her face right into his hips, so that she was almost deep throating him now.



Eleanor couldn't help the gag reflex, but kept going anyway, knowing how much it was pleasing him, and she was enjoying giving him this sort of pleasure.



The Joker suddenly without warning, pulled out of her mouth and took two steps back, away from her. She frowned and got her breath back, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "What - what is it?" she asked, confused. "I thought it was good enough for you..."



The Joker tucked himself back into his boxers, still visibly aroused and breathless.



"Oh it was, my little bunny." he smiled, "But y'see, I wanna make things laaaast tonight. I don't just wanna have all my fun so...quick-a-ly. Don't you wanna make it last tonight, bunny? Hmm?"



Eleanor got up from her knees and slid her arms around The Joker's waist again.



"I want it to go on all night." she whispered. "I've been craving you, Jack. I want you so bad."



"Aaaaand the feeling is very much mutual, my dear Ellie." The Joker said, and licked the scar on his bottom lip absent mindedly.



Eleanor pulled him by the hand to the bed and literally forced him down on his back. She clambered over him and sat over his hips. The Joker smiled wildly, his arms by his side. "I like this, bunny. I like it when my pre-tty lady takes control of me."



She pulled the trucker's cap from his head and threw it onto the floor. Then she started to undo the buttons on his shirt. "I guess you're not used to not having control, huh Jack?"



The Joker chuckled. "Control is my middle name. Well, along with an-archy and chaossss, of course."



"Of course, Jack Control Anarchy Chaos Napier!" Eleanor humoured him as she pulled open his shirt, admiring his chest and running her hands over it teasingly. He was nicely toned, certainly not too muscular, but just right, with a smattering of dark blonde chest hair. All just as she had remembered from before.



Eleanor leaned in closer and placed little gentle kisses up and down his chest, and his toned stomach. The Joker laughed softly as she did, especially as she trailed gentle kisses over his hips. As silly as it sounded, he was ticklish in those places, and her kisses were making him laugh and squirm. Eleanor had remembered about his ticklish places, and tortured him with her kisses some more, as he laughed and squirmed beneath her.



Deciding she'd teased him enough with kisses, she stopped and let him breathe again, still seated astride his hips. Proud of herself, she raised an eyebrow and teased, "So Jack, what's next? Hmm...I know what I want. Does this take you back to when we were together?"



The Joker sucked in his cheeks and gave her a sideways look. "Sure it does. Like I'd ever for-get anyway, bunny. Some things are just burned into my mind!"



Eleanor took The Joker's hands in hers, and positioned them under her camisole top, over her breasts.



"Wooo hooo hoo!" The Joker laughed excitedly, running his hands over them and gently caressing them. He then ran one hand down her stomach, all the way down to where her French knickers began. She pulled his hand away quickly.



"Uh-uh." she mock scolded him. "Not yet."



"Aaaaaaaw." he mock whined, back at her.



She got up off his body and laid on her back on the bed, grabbing The Joker and rolling him over so that he was on top of her this time. Their faces were so close that they felt each other's breath on each other's cheeks.



"Now I want you to kiss me." Eleanor told him, keeping close eye contact with him.



The Joker narrowed his eyes and licked his scarred lip. "I don't think that'll be a problem, bunny."



He leaned in and pressed his swollen lips against Eleanor's perfect mouth. The feel of his lumpy, puffy scars against her own lips turned Eleanor on so much. They devoured each other there on the bed, grinding their bodies together, roughly and passionately making out with the intensity of two hungry animals.



Eleanor then grabbed his head by his hair and forced him down between her legs, breathlessly.



"Down there." she ordered, and he obeyed, removing her silky panties with no hesitation, and getting to work with his tongue. She hung her legs over his shoulders and he lifted her hips off the bed, ravishing her intimate place with his tongue. She clawed her fingers through his messy hair which, in all the passion, had come free of his ponytail. Curly blonde and faded green strands hung over his face as he tasted her.



"You're amazing, Jack..." she gasped, her eyes closed. "You were always the best at this...yeah...that's just...hmmm....oh that's good...yeah, right there...yeah, there..."



After a few moments, she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back up, level with hers again. They were both panting and breathless, her from his pleasure, him from being able to catch his breath after being down there for more than the last five minutes. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand and grinned.



"I'd say my bunny enjoyed that. But my bunny didn't come, did she?"



Eleanor put both of her hands on the sides of his face. "No, I was close. But I wanted to hold off so we could do it together. I wanna see your face when you come, and I want you to see mine."



"Oh I like this. I like it." The Joker undid his zipper and freed himself from his jeans. "Let's put a smile on that face!"



Eleanor wrapped her legs around his waist as her effortlessly slipped himself in, and he rode her fast, roughly, hungrily. The headboard of the bed started to bang against the wall, but Eleanor didn't care who heard it at that moment. The Joker looked down at her, sweating, breathing heavily, his hair falling into his face.



"Is Ellie ready to go?" he breathed.



She nodded. "Do it. Do it hard."



And so he did. So hard that it started to hurt her inside, but at the same time, she felt her pleasure rise fast and she was on the edge, just about to tip right over. The Joker grunted and exploded in her, his body trembling, looking into Eleanor's eyes as she had wanted. Just a second later, she moaned softly and her body was consumed with waves of pleasure, all the way down to her toes. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was worth it. He was the most incredible lover she had ever had, and there had been a few in the past.



For a moment, he left himself in her, and propped himself up on his elbows above her, still breathless and sweating. He started to laugh softly, and shook his hair from his face. Eleanor stared back up at him, a smile playing on her lips. She was transfixed by him.



He pulled out of her, put himself back in his boxers and zipped his jeans back up again, before lying back on the bed and giving a long, contented sigh to himself. He wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "I really needed that, bunny."



She shoved up next to him and laid her head on his chest. He slipped his arms around her. "So did I." she whispered. "And you were true to your word, The Joker never once made an appearance!"



He licked his bottom lip, the scar stinging from all the activity his mouth had been taking part in that night. "I can't hold him off for much longer, y'know bunny. It's just not normal any more for me to be Jack. To think like him and act like him. I can do it for a short time, but that's all. Jack just isn't me any more. I'm The Joker...it's who I really am now."



There was silence between them as they laid on the bed holding each other. Eleanor was pondering what he had just said, in her head. She noticed that as she thought to herself, the song which was playing softly in the background on the stereo was Bleeding Love, by Leona Lewis. The lyrics to that song perfectly illustrated what was going on in her head at that moment. She listened, going over the song in her mind, relating them to her own situation right now.



*And it's draining all of me,

Oh they find it hard to believe

I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see...

I don't care what they say,

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away

But they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing...*



The Joker noticed how quiet she was and said, "Oh bunny. I know you hate The Joker. I know you despise who I am, when I become him. But he is me, much more than Jack is any more. I'm...sorry."



Eleanor closed her eyes tight for a moment. This was where the big problem was. He had to know the truth about her feelings now. She opened her eyes again, and turned her head to look him in his eyes.



"Jack...I know you're more The Joker than Jack now. I know. And...I'm starting to accept it now. Which must say a lot about what kind of twisted person I must be, deep down! I'm in love with you, Jack. And...I'm falling in love with The Joker too."



The Joker frowned, confused but surprised by her admission. She carried on.



"Jack is my sweet baby. I love you, Jack. But when you're The Joker...I can't help myself any more. Your two sides...I'm drawn to them both now. I know I must be crazy. Those hands you touched me with tonight...those are the same hands you KILL people with. It's not right, it's not...but...I'm falling in love with The Joker too. It's worrying me, Jack...when you're The Joker, you can be unpredictable, and...frightening. How do I know that as The Joker, you won't flip and just kill me anyway?"



He squeezed her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.



"Bunny...I won't. I know you don't trust me on that one, and I know why. But just trust me on this one thing. This one thing. I would never do that to you. Or to the boy. No...no. Screw Gotham and it's bastard citizens, that's something else. They mean nothing to me, they're dis-posable. But you and our son? No, Ellie. No. You both...complete me."



She held onto him tight, wrapping her arms around him, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She knew it was all wrong, all wrong. Gotham's most wanted and violent man, here with her in her bed, where she was holding him and loving him. All totally wrong, warped, crazy, stupid and a hundred other things.



But she had no control over her emotions. No control over her feelings. No control over who she fell in love with. Now she was falling back into the underworld again. The one she had freed herself from before, six years previously. The Joker had well and truly sucked her right back in again, and she didn't have the resolve to stop him this time. He was her man, and she was his woman. Twisted and warped as the whole thing was, now it was official.