An Unwilling Voyeur
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13
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4,411
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,411
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
13
**This is the last chapter. Thank you to those who left comments! They were much appreciated!
And thanks for reading everybody,I hope you enjoyed!**
“Aww...what´s the matter, Harvey-boy? The Joker rose up quickly, kicking Harvey in the groin. Falling back in pain, Harvey gave a yell of surprise and anger, wincing in pain as he grabbed his sac. His lips twisted back in fury as he watched the Joker approach him, and the Joker gave him a few kicks in the knees. Harvey´s back hit the ground, and this time it was the Joker´s time turn to straddle him.
“Keep away from me you freak” Harvey yelled, trying to wriggle away from the Joker. The Joker sat on Harvey, knife in hand, giggling as he placed his legs astride Harvey´s waist. He cut Harvey beneath the chin, releasing a pained cry from his mouth as blood trickled freely from the cut. Then he brought the knife up to Harvey´s temple, and their eyes locked into each other, exchanging looks of pure hate.
“Guess I caught you a bit off guard there, huh? Sorry about that. I just couldn´t resist myself! The feel of your bare hands upon my neck, throttling me within an inch of my life. It was exciting!” the Joker´s eyes lit up at the memory, and Harvey felt a wave of nausea move through his stomach as he watched the man talk.
“Strangling me probably wasn´t the best route to take. You should have just beaten me with the pipe. I wouldn´t have enjoyed it as much as I did the strangling. Or, you could have just used that gun you had in your pocket. But I guess you were saving that for back up, huh? Wanted to kill me with your bare hands, didn´t you Harvey-boy?”
The Joker´s tongue slid across his scars, putting all of his weight upon Harvey, knees pinning down the other man´s hands. Still excited from the near strangling, a hard lump remained in the Joker´s pants. As he sat down upon Harvey´s waist the other man gave a cry of disgust, fiercely bucking his hips as he tried to throw the Joker off of his body.
“Get off of me you sack of shit!” Harvey yelled, abhorred by his predicament.
“Uh…I wouldn´t do that Harv,” the Joker stabbed Harvey in the thigh, the blade digging deeper until Harvey elicited a loud scream of utter agony. Snickering, the Joker slid it in deeper, the razor sharp teeth of his knife dragging through skin until it met muscle.
A loud cry of pain filled the air as raw, searing pain tore through his body. Harvey´s face contorted into a look of absolute pain, clenching his teeth against the pain.
Wild laughter shook through the Joker´s body, amused by Harvey´s tortured expression. He pulled the blade out of his thigh, bringing it up to his face.
“You ever hear of an irish makeover, Harvey?” twirling the knife in his hands he giggled..
Harvey looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in pain and puzzlement. The Joker´s eyes gleamed strangely, quickly placing the blade against Harvey´s cheek.. As the first layer of skin was peeled back Harvey´s breath caught, his screams of pain filling the abandoned building. Blood slid under his jaw as it traced a path toward his neck, and he saw the Joker dangling something in front of his eyes. It was a piece of his skin, and as Harvey´s eyes widened in horror a wicked grin set across the Joker´s face. He tossed it absentmindedly over his shoulder, laughter erupting from his body.
And then the blade was back against his skin, scraping and digging...releasing torrents of endless pain. His body surrendered to the pain, and the last thing Harvey heard before passing out was the Joker´s loud, crazy laughter; a nightmarish accompaniment as he spiralled into the abyss of mind-numbing pain.
And thanks for reading everybody,I hope you enjoyed!**
“Aww...what´s the matter, Harvey-boy? The Joker rose up quickly, kicking Harvey in the groin. Falling back in pain, Harvey gave a yell of surprise and anger, wincing in pain as he grabbed his sac. His lips twisted back in fury as he watched the Joker approach him, and the Joker gave him a few kicks in the knees. Harvey´s back hit the ground, and this time it was the Joker´s time turn to straddle him.
“Keep away from me you freak” Harvey yelled, trying to wriggle away from the Joker. The Joker sat on Harvey, knife in hand, giggling as he placed his legs astride Harvey´s waist. He cut Harvey beneath the chin, releasing a pained cry from his mouth as blood trickled freely from the cut. Then he brought the knife up to Harvey´s temple, and their eyes locked into each other, exchanging looks of pure hate.
“Guess I caught you a bit off guard there, huh? Sorry about that. I just couldn´t resist myself! The feel of your bare hands upon my neck, throttling me within an inch of my life. It was exciting!” the Joker´s eyes lit up at the memory, and Harvey felt a wave of nausea move through his stomach as he watched the man talk.
“Strangling me probably wasn´t the best route to take. You should have just beaten me with the pipe. I wouldn´t have enjoyed it as much as I did the strangling. Or, you could have just used that gun you had in your pocket. But I guess you were saving that for back up, huh? Wanted to kill me with your bare hands, didn´t you Harvey-boy?”
The Joker´s tongue slid across his scars, putting all of his weight upon Harvey, knees pinning down the other man´s hands. Still excited from the near strangling, a hard lump remained in the Joker´s pants. As he sat down upon Harvey´s waist the other man gave a cry of disgust, fiercely bucking his hips as he tried to throw the Joker off of his body.
“Get off of me you sack of shit!” Harvey yelled, abhorred by his predicament.
“Uh…I wouldn´t do that Harv,” the Joker stabbed Harvey in the thigh, the blade digging deeper until Harvey elicited a loud scream of utter agony. Snickering, the Joker slid it in deeper, the razor sharp teeth of his knife dragging through skin until it met muscle.
A loud cry of pain filled the air as raw, searing pain tore through his body. Harvey´s face contorted into a look of absolute pain, clenching his teeth against the pain.
Wild laughter shook through the Joker´s body, amused by Harvey´s tortured expression. He pulled the blade out of his thigh, bringing it up to his face.
“You ever hear of an irish makeover, Harvey?” twirling the knife in his hands he giggled..
Harvey looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in pain and puzzlement. The Joker´s eyes gleamed strangely, quickly placing the blade against Harvey´s cheek.. As the first layer of skin was peeled back Harvey´s breath caught, his screams of pain filling the abandoned building. Blood slid under his jaw as it traced a path toward his neck, and he saw the Joker dangling something in front of his eyes. It was a piece of his skin, and as Harvey´s eyes widened in horror a wicked grin set across the Joker´s face. He tossed it absentmindedly over his shoulder, laughter erupting from his body.
And then the blade was back against his skin, scraping and digging...releasing torrents of endless pain. His body surrendered to the pain, and the last thing Harvey heard before passing out was the Joker´s loud, crazy laughter; a nightmarish accompaniment as he spiralled into the abyss of mind-numbing pain.