Blood and Lust

A/N: Tah-daaah, this is Part 3 of 4 (continuation of the previous 2 chapters)! Anywhos, here it is, ze SMUT! lol I know this is what everyone was (SECRETLY) waiting for, so I figured I'd be "nice" and post it fairly quickly. ;)

WARNING: Wild, animalistic, Jokachel SMUT, ahoy!


CO-WRITTEN WITH CAGURLNIKKI

"An Honest Mistake"

It was another cold and miserable night in Gotham, so the patrons of Al's were drinking away the chill with their favorite poisons. The Joker was by far no exception, except he was there on personal business. He'd heard through the grapevine that Harvey Dent was celebrating some success or another, and the lovely Rachel Dawes was to accompany him. Smirking at the thought, the clown prince allowed his finger to trace the rim of his shot glass, a sudden chill alerting the customers to the presence of new arrivals.

Looking up in expectance, the Joker barely suppressed a sneer when the man of the hour himself arrived, his petite paramour at his side bedecked in yet another dress that'd make the men howl for an encore. If one thing was certain, that woman never left the office without looking her best.

Turning himself at an angle, the Joker smirked as he lifted his glass to his lips. He wanted her to see him, but in such a way that wouldn't cause her to panic.

Oblivious to the attention she was receiving, Rachel brushed her lips against Harvey's cheek. "So how does it feel to be the man of the hour?" she asked taking a seat on the soft leather seat beside him. Listening to him speak of his debate and his new plans for Gotham, Rachel sat back and tried her best to pay attention to what he was saying. Absently gazing about them at the various faces, she couldn’t help but gasp when her eyes suddenly met the Joker’s. His glass was lifted to his mouth, and his lips were formed into a perfect smirk.

"Are you alright Rachel? You look a bit pale" Harvey said as she turned her head to see him still on his stool, watching her every move as her heart began to race "Y-Yes, Harvey, I’m fine...perhaps it was something I had for lunch."

Having heard her comment, the Joker couldn't help but giggle. 'The old "something I ate routine"?' he thought, tisking as he set his glass back down. 'Really now, Miss Dawes, I would've expected better from you...'

Grinning wider when he heard her tell Harvey she was going to use the restroom, the Joker waited until she walked past him to smoothly rise to his feet. Pausing a good ten beats before making his pursuit, he checked from his left to his right before daringly entering the women's bathroom. Despite having dressed in drag before, he'd never actually entered a woman's restroom before, so he was naturally disappointed when he found that it was hardly any different than the men's.

'So much for that magical tampon machine' he inwardly joked, straightening his tie as he looked around him.

All of a sudden, a toilet flushed and Rachel exited the stall in front of him with a stunned look on her face, the Joker leering as he took her exposed arms and pushed her back inside the stall. Locking it shut, he pinned her against the wall and placed a hand on either side of her head, a grin suffusing his lips as he purred, "Hello, there."

Catching her breath, Rachel desperately struggled in his arms. "You are insane....what are you doing!?"

"Well what does it look like I'm doing? I'm saying hello!" the Joker condescendingly returned, his hands moving from her cheeks so they could stray down along her bare arms. He knew that in order to get Rachel to follow him, he needed to play the ever-amusing role of the seducer, but fortunately (and disturbingly) he found that with this particular bunny, it was rather easy. The Batman and White Knight both wanted her, so that automatically made Rachel Dawes fascinating in the Joker's eyes. He wanted to know why she was so "popular", but more importantly, he wanted to know why she'd been able to trigger memories of his past love.

To the Joker's relief, he discovered that Rachel didn't smell of jasmines as he lowered his lips to her neck, his teeth lightly nipping at her skin as he purred, "I saw you watching me, beautiful, so I know you were thinking about our little "chat". What is it you want, hmm? This?"

Licking a hot trail up to her ear, the Joker pressed his body more snugly against Rachel's as he nibbled on the lobe, a soft little whine escaping his lips when his arousal began to tighten inside his pants. Moving so that his face was level with hers, he hovered his mouth over her lips before purring, "Here's what we're going to do, beautiful: I've got a room rented at the hotel just around the corner, so I want you to go there and come to room 1023. The door will be open, so just walk on in. When you do, we can uh...continue the little conversation we were having the other day." Licking her lips, he grinned at her before asking, "So can I expect to see you there?"

Rachel stood there, her heart racing as he moved his hands slowly down from her cheeks, running them over her smooth bare arms and sending a shiver of excitement through her veins. She stopped her struggling when he lowered his lips and nipped at the nape of her neck, his words burning her as he asked what she wanted. She knew what she wanted, but the problem was she didn’t understand why. As his tongue traveled to her ear, she could feel his body pressing against her and she gasped, feeling his arousal pressing longingly against her thigh.

Bringing his face level with hers, the Joker’s eyes now locked on her clear green ones as he explained what he wanted her to do. It was not an order, but more of a request, and her whole body shook from the waves of excitement he sent through. "B-but what about Harvey?" she asked, more to herself than to him as she shook her head. Finally making her decision, she softly whispered, "I’ll be there…", her eyes closing as she wondered what on earth had come over her.

"Good girl" the Joker purred, tapping his hand against her cheek. Somehow he knew she wouldn't be able to say no -- some sort of morbid curiosity, no doubt -- but that still didn't mean that he wasn't surprised by her affirmation. Usually he had to do a little bit of cajoling with women -- he was a frightening sight, after all -- so her acquiescence swelled his pride as his lips twisted into a pleased little smirk.

Moving in as if to kiss her, the Joker paused before completing the task while whispering, "I'll be waiting", a triumphant chuckle escaping his lips as he turned and left Rachel to her thoughts.

Re-adjusting his blazer, he limped slightly due to his erection as he made his way back through the smoke-filled bar. Fortunately for him, nobody had noticed -- or had chosen not to care -- that he'd just egressed the women's bathroom, a jaunty tune escaping his lips as he made his way toward the exit.

'Poor, poor washed-up Harvey' the Joker thought, pleased with himself as he egressed the building into the cool night air. 'He must really be letting Rachel down in the bedroom if she's willing to be alone with a freak like me."

Giggling at the thought, the Joker continued his trek until he was back at the Sundance Hotel, his excitement only mounting as he made his way into the elevator and pressed the button to the 10th floor. Now that Rachel had fallen into his trap, all he had to do was find the proper moment to strike. He didn't want to kill her right away since that would be too boring, but he didn't want to wait all night, either. He needed to set it up so that she gradually trusted him more and more, so that when he finally did do the deed, the look on her face would be all the more delicious. As the Joker unlocked the door to his room and pushed it open, he grinned to himself as he realized that all he needed to do now was wait.

Rachel, meanwhile, was still very much recovering from her encounter with the Joker. After she’d composed herself enough to walk to the sink, she turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on her face as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

After a few moments she made her way out of the restroom and back to the table where Harvey gave her a concerned look. Grabbing her purse and coat, she anxiously explained, "Harvey, I’m not feeling well…it must have been something I ate, so I’m going to catch a cab and go home so I can get some rest." She waited for him to protest…to insist on taking her home himself (which he did), and she shook her head. "No, Harvey, all these guests are here for you…I’ll be fine, don't worry." She kissed his cheek and made her apologies to the others before making her way out the door and into the night.

Looking around to make sure no one was watching her, she started down the sidewalk toward the Sundance Hotel, pulling her coat tighter around her slim frame. ‘What are you doing, Rachel? He is a wanted criminal!’ her inner voice whispered as she made her way into the hotel lobby, pressing the elevator button impatiently as a few strange characters looked her over. Jumping when the doors slid open, she then stepped inside and pressed the button for the tenth floor. Leaning against the wall as the elevator slowly climbed upwards, her heart raced when it finally stopped, and she stepped out before making her way down the hall to the door marked "1023". With a deep breath, she turned the handle and stepped inside the dark room while shutting the door behind her.

Even though the Joker had been expecting Rachel's arrival, he still couldn't help but be surprised when he saw her there in the flesh. She almost appeared as surprised as he was, but perhaps it was just because he was watching TV. Not a very "scary" thing for a wanted man to be doing, after all, and on top of that, he'd discarded his patterned socks and shoes onto the floor.

Grinning, he flicked the TV off and sprang up on the bed into a sitting position, his eyes lazily observing her from head to toe as he greeted, "So glad you could make it, honey bunch -- feel like taking a load off?" Patting the spot alongside him on the bed, he leered at her hesitation before deciding to rise from his perch. Making his way toward her, he abruptly slid her coat off of her slight frame, all the while repressing a giggle as he noticed her tense up. "Well what's wrong, gum drop? Not expecting a clown to have manners?" the Joker gibed, grinning as he fought against the urge to bite down on her ear.

Turning her head to gaze into his eyes, Rachel slowly shook her head. "No...I think you have a lot of attributes that you want me to believe you don’t possess." Now walking toward the window, she moved the curtain aside and looked out over the Gotham skyline. "You act as if you’re shocked that I showed up."

Smirking when he watched Rachel part the curtains, the Joker bounced back onto the bed like a child while asking, "Whatcha lookin' for, hmm? The hitmen that I hired to take you out? They're straight across, in the United Gotham Bank." Giggling when he heard her gasp, he mocked, "Now are you really that gullible, beautiful? I'd like to think that I'm far more clever than snipers."

When Rachel turned back to regard him over her shoulder, the Joker shrugged and glanced down into his lap. It was true that he hadn't expected her to come, but not for the reasons that she was undoubtedly thinking. He didn't honestly believe that a sweet, fragile-looking creature such as herself would dare to be caught in a room with a monster like him, so he inwardly admitted that he was a little puzzled by this. Was it genuine curiosity, or was she like all those other bleeding hearts who thought she could fix him? Snorting at the last notion, he grumbled out, "Well of course I wasn't expecting you to come -- most "nice" Gothamite women don't meet criminals in their hotel rooms. What is it you're hoping to gain from being here, hmm?"

His final words held a suggestive undertone, but he masked it with a smug smirk.

Rachel walked over and sat next to him at the foot of the cheap hotel bed, and when he made a comment about how most "nice" woman don’t meeting criminals in hotel rooms, she immediately blushed. It was true, no one would think that sweet, innocent Rachel Dawes would be in the hotel room of a wanted madman. Looking up at him, she stared as the Joker’s lips spread into a smirk as he asked what she hoped to gain from coming, and she shook her head, pulling the clip from her silky hair and letting it cascade across her shoulders. "That’s the million dollar question, my dear Joker....what should I expect, and what will I learn?"

The Joker watched Rachel unfasten her hair and his chest tightened, his tongue reflexively licking his lips as her brown locks fell across her shoulders. She was painfully beautiful, and that yet again made the Joker wonder why she was there; he never quite understood when people who were the exact opposite of him were willing to listen. In truth, he'd thought about her a lot ever since their fiasco at his hideout, but he'd been so sure that her memory of the incident was nothing short of repugnance. If that were true, why was she even willing to be in the same room with him?

As Rachel crossed her long, slender legs, the Joker suddenly grinned as a thought came to mind. What if he could get this charmingly innocent creature to care for him? Murder was one thing, but to actually get her to like him was a challenge, and one that would burn the Bat almost as much as putting her six feet under. Looking up and realizing that she was returning his gaze, the Joker decided to at least try his new plan -- he could always kill her later on if it didn't work out -- his gaze lingering on her parted lips as he moved in slightly closer. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked, his fingers lightly brushing against her knee cap. When she flinched, he smirked and did it again, his eyes now darting up to meet with hers as he asked, "Are you here because of what happened the other night? Do you, uh...want to know why it happened?"

Rachel’s breathing and heart rate increased as he leaned closer to her, his lips mere centimeters from hers as he asked if she was afraid of him, his fingertips brushing the bare skin of her knee cap and causing goose bumps to rise to the surface. Her leg flinched from the sensation, and he smirked, repeating his actions as his eyes darted up to meet with hers yet again. Closing her eyes for a moment and enjoying the sensation of his touch, Rachel nodded her head. She did not need to know, she had to know....what was drawing her to him like this? Why did he make her tremble under his touch?

"Y-yes, I need to know why you make me tremble when you touch me? Why you make my heart race in my chest? Explain it to me" she whispered almost breathlessly as she opened her eyes, gazing deeply into his once more.

The Joker was considerably taken aback by Rachel's words, but he tried his damndest not to show his surprise as he gnawed on his lower lip. He thought that she'd only been trembling because she was repulsed by him, not that he was actually affecting her emotions. The idea that anyone could look at him without cringing caused his chest to tighten, his gaze growing almost pained as he recalled all the times he'd had women in the past. They weren't truly his since they'd been prostitutes -- not many women are attracted to psychopathic freaks, after all -- but each of them had demanded that he either take them from behind, or wear a mask so that they didn't have to see the godawful scars. How could Rachel Dawes, some incredibly misguided assistant DA, not be afraid of him like all the others? What made her so different? Was this what attracted Batman and Dent?

Now feeling unsure of himself, the Joker wasn't so sure that he could continue his seduction act now that he knew she did want him, and possibly not for a lustful roll in the hay like he was used to. If that were the case, it just wouldn't do. Grazing his knuckles against her cheek, he studied her with curious eyes as she seemed to melt into his touch, his lips now tracing along the corner of her mouth as he felt her breath on his face.

To see if she was merely toying with him, the Joker took her hand and forced her to touch his left scar, the peculiar sensation in his chest only growing when she didn't pull away like he thought she would. Leaning further into her palm, the Joker gave an appreciative murmur at the contact and closed his eyes, relishing in her touch since it'd been years since a woman had willingly let him come close. And yet, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen...he wasn't gentle. He didn't like gentle, but here he was, indulging in some attorney's school girl fantasy about repairing a broken man's heart. Inwardly scoffing at the idea, the clown prince suddenly grew weary of the light caresses and pulled Rachel roughly toward him, her right knee sliding across his lap as he forced her to sit on his thigh. Crashing his mouth against hers, he stormed his tongue past her lips and clutched at her desperately, his nails digging into the bare skin of her back as he began to frantically jerk his hips against hers. Moremoremoremore, he needed more, and judging by his sudden loss of control, he was afraid that what Rachel could give him would never be enough. After years of not holding a woman, he felt himself burning up inside for want of contact.

When Rachel felt his mouth crashing down on hers, she welcomed the kiss with a warm and passionate response, her tongue rolling across his as she nibbled on his lips, wanting more as he clutched at her. His nails dug into the soft flesh of her bare back, causing her to moan and arch her body against him. God, it was never like this with Bruce or Harvey… This was different, and brought out the animalistic side of her as her hand ran through his hair, tugging urgently as their bodies fell backwards onto the bed.

Surprised by Rachel's enthusiasm, but most certainly not adverse to it, the Joker hurriedly rolled her over beneath him so that he could be the one in control. Biting down on the sensitive skin of her neck, he growled against her heated flesh and licked at the afflicted area, animalistic grunts escaping his lips as he began to roughly dry-hump her through the sheer, stretchy fabric of her slinky black dress. His groans becoming more desperate, he lifted Rachel's legs to rest around his hips before hammering more urgently against her heat, his mouth falling down upon hers as he licked, bit, and groped at the woman lying beneath him.

Slipping a hand in between their bodies, the Joker dipped his hand past her panties and shuddered when he felt how deliciously wet she was, his lips now hovering over hers as he asked her, "What is it you want from me, hmm? Do you want this?" Curling his fingers inside her, he began to probe for that special spot that would bring her to her knees, a triumphant smirk coming to his lips when he felt Rachel tremble and moan softly beneath him. "Or maybe you'd rather this?" the Joker tried again, abruptly withdrawing his fingers before pulling her heat flush against his clothed arousal.

Despite the cool control on his face, the Joker was a raging mess on the inside. If it weren't for his proud dominance, he would be losing himself inside Rachel's warmth and begging her to scream his name...his real name.

As he rolled her over so that she was now beneath him, Rachel’s heart raced as if it would pound out of her chest as his teeth nibbled on the erogenous spot on her creamy flesh. His hips were grinding against hers at a feverish pace, and her skin felt on fire beneath his touch. When he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, she laid her head back against the pillow and arched her back so she could press up against him, her moans becoming louder with each of his deliciously frantic thrusts.

As his hand snaked in between their bodies, Rachel felt him tug needily at her small silk panties, his breath against her neck as he moaned in her ear if this was what he truly wanted. She bit down on her lip as his fingers eagerly eased inside her, thus causing her to tremble and moan as she became even wetter when he explored her moist depths. Now withdrawing his fingers, the Joker pressed his fully erect bulge against her heat, her legs pulling him closer against her wanting, needing him, her body on fire as she tilted her head back and gasped. "Uhmm, god yes...I do want you" she moaned against his ear before sinking her teeth into his shoulder.

Her words seemed strange and foreign to the Joker, for he'd never heard the words "I want" or "I need" in a sentence pertaining to himself, let alone about something dealing with his body in a close proximity to someone else's. She wanted him? ...Why? He most certainly wasn't a catch by any normal standards, so either she was as fucked-up as an Arkham inmate, or she was lonely and longing for a little bit of comfort like he was.

Deciding that he didn't care about her reasons, the Joker tugged at the top of her dress and exposed her satiny bra, his fingers looping through the garment before pushing it downward and revealing her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect as he lowered his mouth to her soft mounds, his teeth latching onto one of the hard buds as he reveled in her clean scent and taste. Alternating in between sucks and licks, he lifted her dress well above her thighs so he could pull down her panties, a soft whine rumbling in his throat at the sight of her.

He hadn't seen a woman in desire of him in years, his erection straining against his pin-striped pants as he observed her heaving bosom, her full, parted lips, and her gradually spreading legs. Whimpering, the Joker lowered his mouth to her knee before gradually licking, biting, and sucking his way up toward the heat in between her thighs. Eagerly parting her legs, he gave a shuddery breath before giving her entrance a long, deliberate lick, a jolt shooting toward his groin when he heard her soft moans. Digging his nails into her thighs to steady her hips, he began to alternate in between slow, delicate licks and a tremendous thrashing of his tongue. Sucking on her clit, he made a pleased noise at her taste, his tongue slipping past her folds so he could better pleasure her. When Rachel's back arched, the Joker closed his eyes and immersed himself in the warm, heady scent of her body, his limbs trembling as he fought to keep himself from tearing at his pants and fucking her into submission. He didn't want to break his new toy...not yet, anyway.

Rachel had been so alone for so long, and she’d missed the touch of a man and the wonderful sensations that it sent through her as she lay on the bed beneath him, opening her eyes to see him tugging down the top of her clingy black dress. Her chest heaved as her breathing became more rapid, and he looped his fingers through her bra before pushing it down to reveal her creamy, full breasts. When he lowered his mouth onto one of her fully erect nipples, she let out a deep gasp, clutching the edge of the bed sheets and tilting her head back against the pillow.

As he devoured her breast, she twisted beneath him, a deep ache rising up deep inside her loins. Feeling the Joker push her dress up and slide her panties slowly down her thighs, she shuddered with anticipation as he urgently tossed them aside. Biting down on her lip as her legs parted in surrender, the Joker’s lips went to her knee, biting and licking up her thigh until he reached her soft mound, which now felt as if it were on fire. When he began to tease her with his tongue, she let out a loud moan and entwined her fingers in his hair as he licked and suckled her inner folds, her whole body shuddering as she felt her muscles contract and her sweet juices flow. Her back arched roughly while she found herself wanting more...no, needing more.

Feeling Rachel contract around his tongue, the Joker made a pleased little noise when she came inside his mouth, his surprise over her fast orgasm causing a sense of pride to flutter within his breast as he looked up at her. With dark eyes, he slinked up her body before crushing his mouth against hers, his tongue delving into her mouth so she could taste her own juices. Groaning into the heated kiss, the clown prince writhed as he tried to shrug out of his button-down shirt, the desire to feel her in her entirety making him shaky and restless. Tossing the garment to the floor, the Joker brought Rachel's hands to his shoulders and groaned when her long, lacquered nails scoured down his back, his spine arching as he relished in the delicious sensation of his splitting flesh. With a lustful growl, he lifted her up into his lap and bit down on her neck, his voice low and raspy as he breathlessly urged, "Ride me."
When Rachel obediently began to grind her hips against his, the Joker snarled and tossed his head back as he choked on a moan, his nails digging into her waist as he forced her loins to grind more heavily against his. Panting into the crook of her neck, he moaned again before beginning to jerk his hips in a fast, frantic upward motion, his lips meeting with Rachel's as he yearned to remove his arousal from his pants. The delicious sensation of Rachel riding him, however, prevented him from taking the initiative.

Lifting her up until she straddled his lap, he demanded her to ride him, and Rachel lustfully obeyed. Grinding her hips back and forth against him, the rough fabric of his pants rubbed against her soft flesh, her nails digging deeper as she felt his erection pressing against her outer folds through his pants. Her hips met his in a frantic manner and she slipped her hand in between them, undoing the button of his pants before slowly letting down the zipper. Her fingertips grazed across his now free erection, her lips brushing against his as she shuddered in delicious anticipation.
Biting back a gasp, the Joker clenched his jaw when he felt Rachel's feather-light touch on his arousal, his hips urgently tilting upward to meet with her stroking as he bit down on her ear. Snarling when he felt her rub her slick folds against his tip, he shuddered and eased himself forward so that only a small portion of his arousal was submerged. Biting back gasp after gasp, he fought to keep up his tease as he slowly withdrew and pushed forward again, each time allowing a little more of his length to enter her welcoming body.

Finally unable to take it, the Joker rose from the bed and shakily pushed his pants down to his ankle, his chest heaving from the adrenaline as he gazed down upon Rachel with longing. She didn't appear disgusted with the scars, burns, bruises, and scratches all across his body, and because of this he felt a tad more at ease with her scrutiny. He still felt vulnerable beneath her intense gaze, but he knew that she still wanted him, and he hated to admit it, but he wanted her too. Climbing back onto the bed, the Joker was about to tell her to get on her knees when he remembered that she didn't care about his scars, the realization that he didn't have to take a woman from behind leaving him with an odd sensation and slight confusion. How was he supposed to handle this woman? Would she expect something different than he was used to?

Rachel could feel him lift up as she brushed the soft folds against his tip, thus causing them both to shudder. Slowly he teased her, raising his hips and allowing the tip of his member to press against her moist folds, slowly easing himself in each time just a bit more as her lips stretched to welcome his girth. Her fingernails now dug into his bare chest as she bit down hard on her bottom lip, trying to control her urge to scream.
Pushing her back onto the bed, she watched as the Joker stood up and removed his pants and she raised her arms, pulling her dress completely off before tossing it to the floor. The moonlight peeked in from the curtains and cast a glow on her naked form as she lay there, looking up at him while her whole body throbbed and ached for him. She wanted ...no, she needed him inside her, to fill her and make her feel like she had not felt in a very long time. Lying on her back, her feet flat and her knees opened slightly, she gave him a sly smirk.
The Joker felt a flutter in his lower belly when he gazed upon her, his desire now almost painful as he hesitantly parted her legs and placed them around his hips. Feeling her ankles lock in place, he eagerly leaned over her and licked the soft curve of her neck, his teeth biting down into her flesh as he pinched and squeezed her breasts. Properly aligning himself with her entrance, he released a guttural moan as he abruptly slammed inside her, his body shuddering as he suddenly found himself surrounded by hot, wet, and tight. Gone was the hesitation, and in its place was the animalistic hunger that had been plaguing him ever since she'd entered his room.

Placing his palms flat against the bed to steady himself, he began to brutally ram his throbbing arousal in between her slick walls, his eyes fiery and animalistic as he began to grunt and gasp. Ignoring the hair that fell in his line of vision, he licked and nibbled at her mouth as he hammered his hips into hers, their bodies rising and falling as they desperately clutched and grasped at one another.

"Shit..." Gritting his teeth, the Joker moaned against Rachel's throat as he frantically jerked his hips, her nails leaving burning, deliciously painful scratches that had him arching for more contact.

As he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself above her, he wrapped Rachel’s legs around the Joker’s waist and she dug her heels into his back, feeling him lick and nibble the curve of her neck, she moaned with anticipation, and when he suddenly slammed his length inside her, she bit down on his neck and tasted small droplets of blood. "Ooh fuck!" she screamed, her walls tightening and spasming around his large member as her nails dug deeper into the flesh of his back, her hips desperately slamming up to meet with his.

She was now lost in the exquisite ecstasy that racked her body as he continued to slam himself inside her, and she met his every thrust with an animalistic enthusiasm as their bodies rose and fell in perfect harmony. Their lips met with a fiery passion as they sucked, nibbled, and groped at one another, their two bodies entangled in a mass of quivering animal sex.

Curling his toes, the Joker growled deep in his chest when he felt Rachel spasm around his length, his teeth gritting as his thrusts began to grow more urgent and erratic. He never would've thought that sweet, innocent Rachel Dawes would've been capable of giving him such raw, animalistic lust, let alone her having such a dirty mouth on her. Smothering a giggle against her neck, he quivered when he felt Rachel tighten her legs around his waist, his hips rotating slightly so he could massage all of her inner nerve endings.

Sucking on Rachel's tongue, the Joker tilted her hips so that he could penetrate her more deeply, a long, drawn-out hiss escaping his lips when he felt her fleshy walls parting to accommodate him. Desperate to get them both off, he reached in between their bodies and began to flick his thumb across Rachel's clit, his mouth sucking her earlobe in between his teeth as he felt her writhe beneath him. "C'mon, c'mon" he growled, "ride my cock", his hand working more furiously between her legs as he panted against her lips.

Rachel had lost all her inhibitions as she continued to thrust up against him in long, hard jerks as he drove himself deeper inside her. As her walls stretched even more to welcome him, her legs were now clamped firmly around his waist as he rotated his hips to reach all her sensitive spots, thus causing her to moan louder. She had lost control, and the sweet, innocent Rachel was gone.

She could feel her muscles reacting to the pleasure as her orgasm built, and when he used a free hand to massage her clit, she wiggled her hips in circular motions, grinding and thrusting until she finally felt an explosion begin deep inside her. "Oh god, I’m cumming... Harder... Please, just fuck me!" she screamed, tightly gripping the headboard as her fingers turned white from the effort.

More than willing to comply, the Joker withdrew so that only his tip was left submerged, only to suddenly ram back inside her with brutal strength. Groaning as he did it again, each of his violent thrusts caused Rachel's body to jolt against the mattress, her breasts bouncing from the force of his administrations as he did it again, and again. Now quickening the pace of his hips, the Joker gave a grunt with each of his movements, his eyes wild and dark as he frantically pounded into her body. Feeling her warm, slick walls gripping him tightly, he gritted his teeth when her body began to milk him, a guttural snarl escaping his lips as he came in a burst of liquid fire. Desperately jerking his hips, he continued to ride her until he'd drained himself dry, a groan rumbling in his chest as he collapsed on top of Rachel in a heap of satisfaction. Panting heavily, he murmured against her neck before lightly licking and sucking at her pulse. It was then, however, that a sudden realization had dawned on him: he'd actually just fucked Miss Rachel-Innocent- Prissy-Knickers-Dawes. In normal case scenarios he would've laughed, but not this time...this time he was far too bewildered by his raging hormones and draining orgasm to even think straight.

Both of their bodies were now covered in sweat, and Rachel’s hair clung in wet loose curls to her face and neck as the Joker licked and suckled at her skin, sending chills across her fevered body.

Laying there in his arms, her muscles relaxed as she loosened the grip from his waist and let her legs fall beside his, her hands stroking his hair as she laid there amazed at what had just occurred.

Lazily closing his eyes, the Joker mumbled something unintelligible as Rachel stroked his hair, a pleased little noise escaping his throat as he leaned further into the contact. He wasn't used to being stroked and held, especially after something so intimate that he usually had to pay for. Any moment he was waiting for Rachel to shriek and push him away, but when that didn't happen, the Joker began to panic. He didn't like feeling as if he needed a woman's touch, and he damn well wasn't going to need this one's. Abruptly rising from Rachel's arms on unsteady limbs, the Joker grumbled to himself as he turned and sat on the edge of the bed. His shame and self-loathing caused him to keep his gaze trained out the window, a deep scowl settling across his lips as he managed to joke, "Enjoyed yourself, did we? I buh-lieve we may be getting a complaint from our neighbors at some point, because we gave them a loud Symphony in E Flat."

To Rachel, it was almost surreal that she was there with the Joker, and that she, the Assistant DA who’d vowed to fight crime, had just had animalistic sex with Gotham's most wanted. Suddenly she felt him pull away from her, and he sat on the edge of the bed facing away from her and toward the window. She heard him joke about all the noise they had made and she sat up, scooting closer to him as her fingertips traced the marks on his back from her fingernails. Feeling him flinch, she sighed and laid back down against the cool sheets, staring up at the ceiling. "Why are you avoiding me? Do I repulse you somehow?"

"How am I avoiding you? I'm still here in the same room with you, aren't I? I thought that in order to a-void someone, you had to never see them" the Joker muttered, his eyes narrowing as he absently scratched his cheek. Finally turning to give her a cold look over his shoulder, he added, "Now I know that you women like to cuddle after sex, but I do not, so if you're waiting for me to fall back in your arms and pro-fess my undying love, don't hold your breath."

Rising from the bed with a deep-set scowl, the Joker almost had the urge to laugh at his lie. He didn't like cuddling because he'd never done it. It was rather easy to despise something you'd never partaken in.

Rachel rolled over, propping herself up on her elbow when he said that he was not avoiding her. "Sorry” she softly apologized. “I didn’t mean it that way, and I know not to expect anything from you.”

She watched as he stood up from the bed and she rolled over onto her stomach, running her hands through her long, silky hair as the silence between them grew thick enough to slice with a knife.

Sparing a glance in her direction, the Joker groaned slightly before picking up Rachel's dress and tossing it in her face. "Put your clothes back on" he urged. "It's, uh...distracting."

Turning his back to her, he reached for his own discarded garments before slipping into his pants, soon deciding that he wouldn't even bother with his shirt since he'd be sleeping soon anyway. Or rather, he'd try to sleep. After years of insomnia, he truly didn't even know why he bothered.

When he was certain that Rachel was fully-clothed, the Joker turned back around and regarded her in disdain. A part of him wanted to kiss her again, but the other part -- the stronger part -- wanted to strangle her until she screamed for mercy. He didn't like the fact that she was compromising his plan, and furthermore, he was trying to figure out what to do to keep the plan going. Did it mean he had to be nice to her? Curling his lip in disgust, he scratched the back of his neck before feebly joking, "Well, that was the best conversation I've ever had...I actually did ask you over here to talk, but I suppose that's out of the question now."

Rachel caught his eyes when he turned around to look at her, picking up her dress he tossed it at her and asked her to put it back on. Standing up from the bed, Rachel slid the silky dress over her head and tugged it down past her hips before sitting back down on the bed.

Watching as he pulled on his pants, she sat up a little straighter while asking, "Well what did you want to talk about?"

Pursing his lips, the Joker frowned since he hadn't anticipated on Rachel actually wanting to talk. 'She's a woman, you idiot' he irritably thought. 'Of course she'd want to talk!'

Anxiously scratching his chin, he shrugged before muttering, "Doesn't really matter anymore, now does it? I basically wanted to give you the chance to ask any questions about the big, mean, scaaaaary man before you, but now I think you know a little too much." Frowning, he finally looked up from his lap and faltered. With her hair tousled and her head cocked to the side, Rachel resembled a dark angel and it made him restless. Celeste had been a pure angel, but this stupid Assistant DA was the complete opposite, and it made him furious that he was even comparing the two. With increasing agitation, he lowered his gaze back toward his lap and scowled.
Standing up, Rachel walked over until she was standing in front of the Joker. He stared at her speechlessly for a moment before lowering his eyes back to his lap. Grabbing her coat, shoes, and bag, she begrudgingly shook her head. Her knees still weak from the rough sex as she quietly muttered, "Perhaps I did…" Slowly walking to the door, she opened it and slid out into the hallway. Leaning against the wall for a moment and closing her eyes, she then started down the hallway and to the elevator before slipping inside.

The Joker sat there completely speechless as she left, his eyes never once lifting from the floor as he heard the door gently close. Releasing a deep exhale, he finally glanced up toward the rumpled sheets and began to tremble with rage. He'd let her touch him, and for what cost? Was this really going to help bring about Batman's downfall?

Rising from his chair on unsturdy legs, the Joker snarled before picking up his chair and smashing it against the wall again and again, never faltering until it broke into several splinters at his feet. Dropping the remaining pieces, he bowed his head forward and tore at his hair, the familiar feeling of self-loathing entering his soul as he fell to his knees.