Love, Lust and Explosives

Attention! There will be smut in the next chapter. I repeat there will be smut! lol


JokersChaosPrincess – Thank you!!!!! It’s nice to be missed. Lol. I am truly a cheese-eating romantic, so the Joker will find Violet! I will try to make the Joker and Violet reunion as “satisfying” as I can -- especially for you! Ha, Ha! I am thrilled you liked the car chase; I wasn’t too sure about that one. BTW, I still love your name!!!!!

Mademoiselle – Hope you’re not disappointed by this chapter since the revenge and retribution haven’t started yet. Don’t worry there will be blood! And when it happens, I will dedicate to you! Lol. Thank you so much for reviewing!

KrystalTheElvishHobbit – Thank you, dear!! I think I’m finally getting a little mojo back so the words are beginning to flow a little better. I know what you mean about the ADD which makes me even more grateful for your kind reviews! And I unashamedly admit to needing a regular dose of smut to get me through the week! So that being said…PLEASE UPDATE!

Ero Sennin – You know we should collaborate someday – you have the best ideas!! You know, the thing about the Joker helping Mr. Crow have his way with the doctor. I may have to figure out a way to make that happen! And to answer your question: “Follow that car.” Of course you knew that already, but your cheekiness made me laugh!! And it’s not flattery, believe me.

ROGUEFURY – Well I’m very glad to hear you’re still working on your wonderful story. Believe me I understand how hectic things can get. I know it will be worth the wait!

Chapter Fourteen: No Rest for the Wicked


The Joker stumbled forward from the wreck into the early morning sun. He blinked at the clear bright sunlight glinting off of the broken glass scattered across the sidewalk and street.

He took three steps forward before his legs gave way and he hit the ground. He had been shot twice in the left shoulder and had already lost a significant amount of blood – enough that he was already becoming weak. The Joker pulled himself up into a sitting position surrounded by the sparkling shards of glass.

A small crowd had gathered across the street and they peered at the mangled wreck of the Cadillac jutting out of the front of the drycleaners with a mix of curiosity and fear.

Whizzo was slumped dead against the steering wheel having taken several bullets to the head and neck. The other clowns were either dead or unconscious.

The Joker sighed. This really was pretty funny, but when he tried to laugh it came out as a wheeze. “You know...I really do deserve this.” He thought to himself with a smirk. He wasn’t in pain but…damn he was so tired. He couldn’t remember ever being this tired. He shook his head, trying to clear his head. Greasy green locks whipped around his face, but the movement only exhausted him more.

Maybe he had time for a little nap. The illogical thought made him laugh/wheeze again. “But really,” he reasoned. “Maybe I could just rest my eyes for a second.” This was the Narrows - it would be a while before the police showed up.

“What the hell…” he thought. First, he closed his right eye. And, that felt so good, that he closed his left eye. Almost immediately his head dropped, his chin touching his chest. Blood continued to seep through his shirt, down his arm and onto the pavement.

The Joker didn’t know how long he had allowed himself to doze, but after what seemed like hours, he felt a foot nudge him in the side. His eyes popped open, and his head lolled to the side as he looked toward the source of the nudge.

A little old bum with a handkerchief on his head glared at him with an air of irritation and…disappointment.

“Hey! Wake up, Mister!” The bum commanded leaning down to stare him in the face with his fierce little blood-shot eyes.

The Joker frowned back, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“No rest for the WICKED! Don’t cha know that?” The old man’s face broke into a crooked smile, and he gave a raspy chuckle.

“What?!!” The Joker raised his head and gaped at the little man. He knew he was on the far shore of crazy, he knew he had just endured an extremely difficult night and he also knew that he must have lost a lot of blood but….

The raggedy little bum leaned back, grinning toothlessly at him. He brought his right arm toward the Joker. In his hand, he held the weird little sex toy that had been in the trunk of the Cadillac (the one that resembled a giant squid getting it on with the space-shuttle).

“I think this is yours.” He laughed heartily, as the Joker hesitantly reached forward to take the strange object from him.

The Joker turned the object over in his purple-gloved hands, inspecting it with interest. At last, a wide smirk crept across his face and he grunted with amusement. He looked up, but the little bum was gone.

With a shrug, the Joker jumped up and looked around. “Well….guess I’ll be going now.” He said to no one in particular, his tongue flicking out to touch the corner of his mouth.

“Soooo much to do-uh.” He laughed manically and trotted down the sidewalk tossing the toy up and down, without looking back.

At the end of the block he paused, a look of pure amused disbelief on his face.

“Wicked?!” He said aloud and cackled wildly. His hunched shoulders shook with merriment as he strode across the street and beyond.

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The hopelessly damaged black sedan managed to carry its occupants out of the Narrows into the industrial district of Gotham. There they were met by two identical black sedans also owned by WEB corp. Dr. Alexander Wolf exited the bullet ridden sedan reaching back inside to gently lift a still-unconscious Violet into his arms. Several men came forward offering to take the burden from the doctor’s hands. With a simple narrowing of his eyes, he made it clear that he would be the only one to transport this precious cargo. The black suits scattered, giving the Doctor a wide berth as he strode toward the nearest undamaged car.

No one appeared to even notice Mr. Crow or acknowledge his presence, as he trailed silently behind the Doctor. The majority of the time, he preferred to exist in the shadows; unseen and unheeded. He was not a man that usually required acclaim or recognition; that was not how he measured success. He respected the power that wealth commanded, but he was content letting others worry about accumulation of money. He could save himself the trouble and take advantage of their blood and sweat.

He should be satisfied. He had done his job, and they had achieved their goal, but he felt less than triumphant. HIs exquisite Dr. Wolf had completely ignored him since their narrow escape from the unexpectedly tenacious Joker. There were no statements of “Well done” or any expression of gratitude, and Mr. Crow was pissed. He had never felt that the girl was worth the money, the risk or the time that had gone into her.

WEB Corp. was a small but extremely prosperous company with several very successful and profitable divisions. Bioengineering was just one. They provided goods and services to some of the most affluent and formidable clients in the world; people who existed and operated in the shadows of life. Mr. Crow relished the position his job put his in. It was situation that afforded him the freedom to do things ordinary men had dreams…or rather nightmares about. He operated without concern for the repercussions that affected average folk.

He was becoming increasingly resentful of Dr. Wolf’s apparent obsession with this particular project. Although an enormous amount of money and research had gone into this girl, it was only a fraction of company’s resources. There were many other promising projects in development – In fact, there were several that had the potential to make this one seem like Malibu Barbie. It was Mr. Crow’s opinion his beloved boss was losing his formerly superior perspective. He had devoted most of the company’s time to the girl’s recovery, and Mr. Crow was quickly losing patience. Not only was he growing bored but, he was becoming uncomfortably aware that he was also jealous. He really hated the unfamiliar feeling.

They entered one of the other cars. The Doctor carefully placed and secured Violet in the seat between Mr. Crow and himself. The only reaction even remotely discernible on Mr. Crow’s face was a slight tightening of his jaw. But no one noticed it.

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Many hours had passed since the events of the morning and evening shadows embraced the city once more. Cherri Jubilee knelt in front of her large claw footed tub and hummed show-tunes as she tenderly bathed her injured houseguest. With a large fluffy sea-sponge, she skillfully washed away blood and debris from the Joker’s battered body as he lounged back against the smooth surface of the tub. His now squeaky clean head rested back against the lip of the bathtub. With his eyes closed, his face was the picture of relaxation. It was in sharp contrast to how he had looked mid-morning when he knocked on Cherri’s door.

The Joker had shown up on the blonde transvestite’s doorstep giddy with blood loss and barely able to stand. Cherri had immediately swept him inside her warehouse home.

“Oh my heavens, what have you gotten yourself into now, my darling Mr. Joker?!!” The Amazonian Ms. Jubilee cried, sweeping him up into her arms as easily as if he were a child. He giggled weakly as she carried him to the nearest bed.

“Oh, ho ho...Don’t make me laugh-uh, gor-geous! At the moment, I believe I have-uh gotten myself into your lovely armsss.” He chuckled even harder at the look on Cherri’s face. The six foot five blonde appeared to be near tears.

“I’m uh getting the impression you aren’t happy to see me,” he quipped.

Cherri huffed indignantly as she carefully laid him on the bed and sat down beside him. The Joker had made his way to his tailor’s home on sheer willpower and adrenaline. But once again, he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open.

“My sweet, sweet man…if that was a joke, it was not the least bit funny. You know you can always come to your Cherri. In fact, I would have been quite angry with you, if you had gone anywhere else.” She cooed softly to him as she brushed limp strands of green-tinted hair from his face.

The Joker began to relax, despite himself. “Lighten up doll…you’re beginning to sound nauseatingly serious. I thought I could count on you, of all people, for a good laugh-uh.”

Cherri arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow as she regarded him with mock irritation. At last, she broke into a dazzling smile, before laughing lightly and stroking his face with affection. Cherri’s large hands were incredibly soft and soothing. Although his mind buzzed with a million thoughts (at least 999,999 of them involving Violet and a couple of dudes in black that he intended to gut), the Joker could no longer resist the urge to sleep. He closed his weary eyes and drifted off into a restless slumber.

As the Joker slept, Cherri tenderly undressed him and tended to his wounds. To her enormous relief, both bullets had gone all the way through his shoulder and did not appear to have broken any bones. Her Joker had survived another battle and Cherri was enormously grateful. She had removed her share of bullets, but she more than glad not to have to perform that particular chore. She bundled him up took up a seat by his side to watch over him – a glamorous blonde super-sized guardian angel.

The Joker slept almost ten hours. He was a noisy active sleeper even when he was exhausted but Cherri did not even blink at his random growls and short shrieks of laughter.

As the hours ticked by, Cherri became increasingly anxious and was about to shake him, when his eyes suddenly popped open. He sat up in bed, cricked his neck to the side and gave his anxious companion a lopsided smirk. Cherri laughed with relief, rising gracefully from her seat and approaching the bed. Giving him a peck on the head she headed off to prepare a bath. The Joker flopped back on the bed, grunting at the unexpected jolt of pain.

“Hey, sugar-drawers!" He called to her with a wheezy chuckle. "I like lots of bubbles in my bath!”

“Yes, dear.” She called back to him.

She knew better than to ask him any questions. But for once, she was desperately curious and worried – where was Violet?