Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

The Joker and Eleanor had fallen asleep in each other's arms without realising. It was The Joker who woke first, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and glancing over at the clock on Eleanor's bedside cabinet. It was 4:28am, and he was pissed with himself for overstaying. He had "work" to do in the morning, he couldn't let emotions get in the way of his "plans".

He tried not to wake Eleanor as he moved her arm from around him and got up from the bed. She stirred a little, but didn't wake. He pulled the quilt over her to keep her warm, and gently kissed her cheek.

"Bye, my bunny." he quietly whispered, knowing she wouldn't hear him. But he had to say it. And he left the house as quietly as he could, hoping not to wake her or their son. The son who he had not yet seen, but deep down, he desperately wanted to.

His battered old black pick up truck was parked in Eleanor's driveway, and he got in, started the engine, and drove back to his run down warehouse hideout.

When the sun rose, Eleanor woke up, straining her eyes at the sun streaming in through the curtains. The space next to her in the bed was empty, again. She realised The Joker had left earlier in the morning.

She laid in bed for a while, hugging the pillow he had rested his head on, smelling his scent. "Love you so much..." she whispered, wishing The Joker was still there with her. A tear started to trickle down her face and she gently sobbed to herself. It was painful, knowing she couldn't control how she felt for a mass murdering, psychotic clown. But last night, he had been anything but psychotic. Gentle, sweet and loving. Jack was his rare, more tender side.

Admitting to him last night that she was in love with both his personalities, was a weight off her shoulders in one way, but a whole new set of problems in another way. The biggest of them being, the son they had together, and the reasons why Eleanor had kept him from The Joker for the five years of his life. They were still valid reasons, even though she had fallen in love with him now. She was torn. Completely torn.

The bedroom door suddenly burst open, and Elijah ran into the room, in his pyjamas and bare feet. He jumped on Eleanor's bed and grinned at her.

"Morning mommy!"

Eleanor quickly wiped the tear from her cheek and tried to compose herself.

"Hey sport! You sleep okay?"

Elijah bounced on the bed.

"Yeah, but I kinda woke up in the night. I heard voices, like you were talking to someone, mommy."

Eleanor quickly made something up on the spot. "Oh um...I was on the phone, that's all."

Elijah peered closer at his mom.

"Mommy, have you been crying?"

Nothing got past this kid!

"No, no. My eyes are a little funny cos I've just woken up, that's all." she lied.

Elijah jumped off the bed, and spied something lying next to the bed on the floor. The Joker's trucker's cap, the one he'd been wearing last night. Elijah put it on his head and giggled.

"Look mom, d'you like my hat?"

Eleanor's eyes widened - she realised The Joker had forgotten to take it with him last night, and now the son he had never met was wearing it, for fun. She let him wear it, but didn't dare tell him who it belonged to.

"Yes honey, it's a nice hat." And she quickly changed the subject. "Come on, it's breakfast time for you, sport."

At least it was the weekend, and Eleanor didn't have to rush around everywhere. She gave Elijah a bath after breakfast, and got herself ready to take him food shopping with her, the usual weekend routine. She wondered to herself what The Joker was doing today - whether it was hiding away in his warehouse, making some grandiose plans to blow some building up, or playing more silly cat and mouse games with the police.

Grabbing her car keys in one hand and Elijah's hand in the other, she headed out the door to go grocery shopping, when she heard her cell phone buzz in her pocket. She hoped it would be The Joker, so she took the phone from her pocket and flipped it open as she unlocked the car doors. It was a text message, from The Joker, just as she had wanted.

"I hope my bunny meant what she said last night! J won't be happy if she doesn't!" the message read.

Eleanor shook her head with a smile, and texted him back quickly.

"Of course she does. She doesn't lie! Speak later, must get groceries." her message read simply, using his way of talking about herself, in the third person.

Closing her phone and shoving it back in her pocket, she bundled Elijah in the back seat of the car, and took a trip to the shops, wondering in her mind when she would next see her "dangerous passion". Soon, she hoped...soon.

Eleanor spent the evening thinking about The Joker's plan for her to distract The Batman by trying to seduce him. She still thought it was crazy.

Surely The Batman was way too "professional" to find himself in a situation like that in the first place? But...she couldn't bear to see anyone catch The Joker and have him locked away again. The Joker was becoming a part of her life again. Even though she knew it was wrong, and she didn't condone any of the killings and violence, she didn't want him back in prison again either. She couldn't bear to think of him caged up again, even though that was exactly where he should've been. She knew she was being selfish, because she just wanted him for herself, instead of wanting him to pay for his crimes - all the people he had killed and the lives he had ruined. People had been fucked up by The Joker all over Gotham, and Eleanor did care, she didn't condone what he did, she hated it. But he was hers now. If he wanted her to do it...

She stupidly decided she would. She had a lot of reservations, but having him caught and banged up in prison again was now not an option for her. She had fallen in deep, and she didn't want to lose him again. That was the only reason she was going to go through with his plan.

She didn't know how to get in touch with him to tell him, so she knew she would have to wait until the next time he "dropped in" on her, or called her mobile. She wished he would give her his number, but he was The Joker, obviously his cell phone number would never be known by anyone but him and his henchmen. But she was his girlfriend now. Or at least, she assumed she was. It seemed like it the night before.

She headed off for a bath after putting Elijah to bed, and contemplated The Joker's plan some more. She put some music on low, lit some candles in the bathroom, stripped off and climbed into the bubbles, sliding down so that her hair was floating in the frothy water. "He's driving me crazy." she whispered to herself, swishing the water with her foot absent mindedly. "But I know I let him. I can't fucking help it...I love him." She sighed. "I wish I didn't."

She heard footsteps in the hallway. Damn, why did Elijah have to wake up now? She just wanted to relax in the bath for a while. "Elijah, please go back to bed!" she called out.

The bathroom door swung open and Eleanor squeaked with shock, grabbing a towel from the floor quickly to cover up. After the initial shock, she rolled her eyes and scolded, "Will you stop letting yourself in my house without even knocking? I'm your girlfriend but I'm not your property, jesus, have some respect!"

The Joker casually leaned against the door. "Hey bunny, I don't like door buzzers, and a guy like me never knocks. That's way too ci-vil-ised for me."

He was back in his usual Joker clothes and trenchcoat, messy facepaint, and inhabiting The Joker's obnoxious personality. Jack, as he was last night, was well and truly gone again.

Eleanor dropped the towel back on the floor, panic over, there was no need to cover herself when he had seen it all already anyway. Not that there was much to see right now, the bubbles covered her up.

"Wouldn't all this be a lot easier if you just gave me your cell number?" she suggested.

"Oh? If I did that, then where's the fun in just dropping by? I know you like it when I pay you a little visit, sweetheart. I know it just makes...your...day."

"Well, I still want your number." she pouted, "There have been things I've wanted to talk to you about today, and I wondered when you were next gonna show up."

"Oh, now THIS sounds exciting." he walked forward, the candles flickering as he did, and sat down on the edge of the bath. "Something to do with my little Bat plan, perhaps?"

"Yeah..." she nodded, sitting up straighter in the bubbles. "I'll do it. But NOT because I agree with all the shit that you do. I just...don't want you back in prison again yet."

The Joker smiled, the red paint on his scars exaggerating his smile into a huge grin. He rubbed his leather gloved hands together. "Oh bunny, I'm so thrilled!"

Eleanor sighed. "I'm nervous about doing this. I'm only doing it so you don't get caught and thrown back in jail. No other reason. If you're gonna be doing any other kind of weird shit, then I really don't wanna know. You keep me out of your robberies and your killings."

"Of course." The Joker nodded. "I always said, my bunny will never be implicated in those things and I did mean it. Soooo...we need to figure something out about you and The Batman. Tonight is good for planning. I know he's getting close, bunny. My men tell me he's cooking something up. I don't know what, of course I don't. But something's gotta throw him off the scent."

"I'll do my best." Eleanor said. "But after all the trouble you've caused, I'm not surprised he's after you again. After what you did to Gotham last year, and the DA? Harvey Dent was a good man. Yeah, you don't like good, you just wanna upset order and piss people off. The Joker wants to be a martyr."

The Joker sucked in his cheeks and raised his eyebrows. "Ooh, now that's very cutting, bunny."

"Don't pretend you're offended. You know it's true. And you know what else? I must be seriously fucked up in the head to even consider helping you out with this."

The Joker brushed a lock of his green tinged blonde hair from his face and shrugged his shoulders. "No, you're no-T. Not in my eyes. See, that's gooood, Ellie. You and me, we're going places again! Not like before when you couldn't handle it and you left. See, nooooow you're stronger. Now you're more up to the challenge. Me, you and the kid, living life on the run. I can see it now!"

Eleanor was pissed at such a suggestion. "No, Jack! That's not what I want! And don't you be dragging Elijah into this, you understand? I'm doing this one thing for you, that's all. You wanna do any more stupid shit, blow up more buildings full of innocent people or slash people's faces because they're pissing you off? Then I'm staying the fuck out of that! You think you've won me over completely because I'm doing this one thing for you? Think again, Jack."

The Joker just smiled. He wasn't in the least bit angry at her for standing up to him. She was the only one who ever did. Everyone else was a coward.

He clenched his gloved hands into fists, excitedly. "Sooo feisty!" And winked at her. He then reached into his trenchcoat pocket and took out a small but very sharp looking knife. Without a second thought, he threw it like a dagger and it embedded itself in the bathroom wall.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Eleanor asked, blinking with confusion.

"I got bored for a second." The Joker said matter of factly. "I felt like playing darts on your wall. I've got lots of little pointy things in my pockets, I need the taaarget practice for when someone pisses me off. I like playing my own variation of darts with people's pretty little faces. Have you seen the walls in the warehouse, Ellie? I've got good aim, y'know."

"Not in my fucking house. Get yourself a fucking dartboard." Eleanor knew he was doing his best to wind her up, and it was working because she was reacting to it like he wanted her to.

The Joker stood up and pulled his knife from the wall, twiddling it over his thumb and fingers like a baton twirler. "A person's face is much more entertaining to aim for than a dartboard. Kind of like what they do at the ciiircus, when the guy throws daggers around his assistant - but my way of doing it is to aim at the face."

Eleanor rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of reacting this time. The Joker paced around the bathroom, still twirling his knife around his fingers, the candles in the room flickering every time he moved. He peered at himself in the mirror on the wall, and flicked his hair back from his face. He turned round again and put both arms out.

"So what's with all the caaaandles, bunny? Oh let me guess, you were expecting me, weren't you?"

Eleanor shook her head. "In your dreams, Jack."

"Oooh now, that's cold, bunny. All those things my little bunny told Jack last night, and now you say something like that? Come on now, Ellie. We both know you're in love with me. Don't we?"

Eleanor didn't respond. She wouldn't deny it, couldn't deny it. She had said those things, she had meant them, and there was no point in fighting them.

The Joker paced back over to the bath and knelt down next to it, leaning his elbows on the side. "Ellie and The Joker, that's got a nice riiing to it, don't you think? Well, let's just say Ellie and The Joker Part Two, because Part One didn't exactly work out the first time now, did it?"

Eleanor smiled and sat up straight in the bath, as she did the bubbles and foam started to seperate, so now The Joker could see her top half, unobscured by bubbles. He licked the inside of his mouth and groaned softly. Eleanor's wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, a sight which stirred him in certain places. Their faces were up close to each other's. Eleanor stared into his brown eyes, surrounded by the smudgy black paint. She couldn't help it, she wanted him.

Without even thinking, she grabbed the collar of his trenchcoat and dragged him over the side of the bath, so that he was now more than half in with her.

He laughed, one leg sticking out of the foamy water and the rest of him in the tub with her. He was fully clothed, his trenchcoat was soaked, his clothes underneath were wet, he even still had his leather gloves on, and his socks and shoes. He couldn't stop giggling, and she started to aswell. Just aswell it was a big tub, with plenty of room for two. Eleanor's plan had been to kiss him, but they were both laughing so much, she couldn't. The Joker had bubbles and foam all over him, including in his hair. "I can-not believe you did that!" he chuckled, peeling off his leather gloves and throwing them on the floor. "You bad, bad girl!" His coat was even heavier now that it was soaked in the bath.

Eleanor shifted, grabbed him and pushed him down, so that he was completely immersed in the water apart from his shoulders and his head. Water sloshed everywhere over the sides of the bath. She clambered on top of his fully clothed body in the water. The ends of his hair were wet and curly. She grabbed the collar of his soaking wet coat again.

"You're going nowhere." she hissed.

The Joker just couldn't stop himself from smiling. "MY kind of woman!" he nodded.

She ran her wet hands across his face, deliberately smearing his facepaint. The bad girl in her told her he would enjoy her holding his head under the water, so she did. She grabbed his head and forced it under the foamy water, holding it there just for a few seconds, before pulling his head back up again by his hair. It certainly shocked him, but in a way that he enjoyed. His hair was soaked and sticking to his face, and his facepaint was running all over the place now. He coughed and got his breath back, still smiling.

"Baaaaaby." he laughed. "I never knew you had it in ya! That was a pleasant surprise!"

Still straddling his body under the water, she had the urge to go further. In the water, she reached into the pocket of his trenchcoat and pulled out one of his knives. She had never touched any of his
knives before, but she liked the power she had now she was holding one. Slyly smiling, she held it right up to his face. He eyed the knife, and then looked at her. She prodded the skin of his scarred cheek with the blade.

"I want you to HURT me." The Joker growled. "I want you to. Make your mark on me. Draw blood. Come on bunny. You can do it. Do you know how hard I am just thinking about it? I might just explode if you do it. Use the knife..."

Eleanor felt incredible that moment. She had all the power over The Joker, straddling him fully clothed in the bathtub with a knife up to his face and him begging her to harm him for his warped, masochistic sexual arousal.

His make up was running down his face, the black circles around his eyes were smudged and smeared like the tears of a clown. Still holding the blade against his cheek, Eleanor pressed it a little harder this time. She didn't know if she had it in her to actually draw blood. She wasn't completely comfortable with that.

With her free hand, she reached down under the water and squeezed him between his legs. He was hard and straining under his pinstriped pants. She stroked him on top of them, teasing him and squeezing him, still with the knife held to his face in her other hand. He squirmed, groaning softly to himself. His woman, holding his own knife to his face, as he laid fully dressed in a bath with her on top of him, teasing him with her other hand - this was definitely the sort of thing that turned him on. The fact the the power and control belonged to her instead of him for a change.

Eleanor lowered the knife from his face, and he was disappointed. "Aaaw bunny. Couldn't do it?"

She pressed her lips on top of his, licking his swollen, scarred lower lip with her tongue. He groaned again, sliding his hands over her slippery wet waist and up onto her breasts. She still had the knife in her hand, only this time, she went under the water with it, trailing it across his thigh. He felt the cold metal blade over his pants, and he felt her slide it along the inner part of his thigh. She slid the blade slowly over his crotch, holding it there firmly. The Joker couldn't believe his luck. Eleanor was holding his knife right against his crotch - what a woman!

Eleanor knew that this could be a slightly more dangerous game if it went wrong. She didn't want to end up severing his manhood, although he would probably get some sort of masochistic twisted thrill out of something like that. But she was enjoying teasing him with the knife and having so much control over him for once.

She unzipped his pants and slid the knife under, on top of his boxers. The Joker gasped, smiling and closing his eyes. Eleanor pushed the knife under his boxers, dragging the cold underside of the blade along the length of his hard on. The Joker squirmed with pleasure so much that the water sloshed over the edges of the bath again. He put his hand down, over Eleanor's hand on the blade, and held her hand tight, squeezing it over the handle. He started to breathe harder, his sexual arousal intensifying every second. Eleanor moved the knife further up, at the base of his manhood, and The Joker couldn't contain his arousal any more. Breathing hard and trembling with twisted pleasure, he ejaculated his warm fluid right there and then, with her hand holding the knife firmly to his skin, just above his hard on. She could feel the warm creamy substance against her hand, even in the water.

She was on a high. It was so unlike her to give in to masochism, but she had done it and come out feeling elated. She had given her man an orgasm with the touch of a knife over his crotch. The thrill she felt was amazing. She had enjoyed being sadistic.

The Joker was quiet for a moment, pondering the change in Eleanor. He approved - very much. She brought the knife back out of the water and placed it on the side of the bath. Still sitting astride him, she lowered her head to his and kissed him gently on his swollen lips, running her hands up his face and smearing his facepaint even more, so that his skin colour showed through. Her hands were now smudged with white, red and black. So much control over him, it was wonderful!

She broke their kiss and looked him straight in the eye. "Maybe we're better together than I thought." she whispered.

"There's no maybe about it." he replied in a husky tone. "You liked that, didn't you bunny? Holding my knife against my cock like that. I gotta admit, even I didn't know what you were gonna do with it. The an-ticipation was...oooooh...I couldn't control myself. Next time...I want you to draw BLOOD. HURT me. I want cuts, I want bruises, I want pain. Pain is on the same wavelength to me as pleausure. They're pretty much one and the same to me. And when my Ellie is the one who's giving it to me...that's just something else! You've truly brought me ecstasy, Ellie. Truly."

Eleanor smiled. "I liked our little game. We should definitely do this again sometime."

The Joker stroked Eleanor's long wet hair, and pulled it away from her face. He caressed her neck and nodded his head approvingly.

"THAT'S my girl."