Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

The Joker's wet clothes were strewn all over Eleanor's living room, hanging over chairs and in front of the coal fire, drying out. His trenchcoat, already heavy enough as it was without being wet, was hanging over a dining chair in front of the fire.

He sat on her couch, wearing just a towel round his shoulders and a towel wrapped around his waist. He had washed the rest of his facepaint off, he didn't see the point of leaving on it all smeared and messy like that when he wasn't going anywhere else in a hurry. His hair was still wet and curly.

Eleanor had gone to change in her bedroom, and came into the livingroom wearing a negliee underneath a white fluffy bathrobe, with her hair wrapped in a towel on her head. She smiled at The Joker, taking in his nearly naked form as he sat relaxed on the couch. She sat next to him and put her knees up in front of her casually.

"Next time you come over, taking a change of clothes with you might help." she teased him.

"Good advice." he agreed, licking his scarred bottom lip. "Now, bunny. We need to have a little chat."

She stretched her legs out, over his lap. "Can't we just relax for a little first?"

The Joker rolled his eyes. "Bunny, if we don't uh, deal with this NOW...soon I'm gonna back in County with all the other craaaa-zies. Or worse still, back at Arkham."

Arkham was the hospital for mentally disturbed and dangerous criminals. The Joker had spent time previously in there a couple of years ago. He was in no hurry to go back there.

Eleanor touched his hand and wrapped her fingers around his. "Okay." she said. "Okay. Let's talk. But after we talk, I want you to do one small thing for me."

"Hm hmm?"

She squeezed his hand. "I want you to make love to me."

The Joker laughed, shaking his head. "Buuuuunnnny! You are in-satiable tonight, aren't you? I'll make a deal with you. We sort something out about The Batman, tonight - and my cock is yours for the rest of the night. We got a deal, bunny, hmm?"

Eleanor giggled like a schoolgirl. "That's a good deal. Now. What is it you want me to do?"

They spent the next hour talking over his plans for The Batman. The Batman's head usually wouldn't be so easily turned by the ladies, but The Joker had one trick up his sleeve which he knew The Batman wouldn't be able to resist. He wanted Eleanor to make The Batman a promise to tell him where The Joker was. Really, it was fake. She was going to lull The Batman into a false sense of security, letting him think she would lead him to The Joker. In the meantime, The Joker was going to cause more havoc and then move on from where he was hiding out at the moment. That was what he did. He never stayed long in one place, easier that way to stay on the run. So, while The Batman was distracted by Eleanor, The Joker was going to call his bluff. It was all just too much fun for him.

Eleanor was up for everything. She knew she had to be, if she wanted The Batman to keep away from The Joker. His plan was to be put into action tomorrow night. He would arrange for his goons to cause a little uproar at the local police function night, as bait for The Batman. Eleanor would just be passing by, and once The Batman had "dealt" with the disturbance, she would "come on" to him, with the promise of leading him to The Joker, which of course was fake. It was all going to buy The Joker more time and hopefully, in his eyes, keep The Batman off his back for now - if Eleanor succeeded in throwing him off the trail.

Eleanor promised The Joker she would do this for him. Although she had a lot of respect for The Batman and what he stood for, she didn't want him to catch her man and have him locked up again. Since The Batman was already getting close to knowing where The Joker was hiding out, this plan had to go like clockwork if she was going to "save" her man.

With everything worked out and planned, The Joker carried out his side of their little deal tonight.

He dropped the towels from his waist and shoulders, now completely naked. He had a nice body, toned but not hugely muscular, just as Eleanor remembered. Wonderfully built shoulders, a couple of small obscure looking tattoos on his upper arms, and dark blonde chest hair.

Eleanor gasped with desire as he grabbed her, pushed her on her back on the couch and passionately began to make love to her. Switching positions every couple of minutes, their hands all over each other, kissing, touching, roughly desiring and devouring each other. Their craving, burning desire...ignited by his power as The Joker, the most vicious criminal in all of Gotham. Eleanor had her first multiple orgasm in a long time. His excitement at her agreeing to help him with his plan, had fanned the passion between them that evening.

This was everything Eleanor wanted at this moment...the two of them, together as one, their passion and fire twisted with The Joker's manipulation and Eleanor's promise to keep The Batman from him. She would do anything for him now, he had clawed his way under her skin and into her mind. She was completely consumed by The Joker. Body, mind and soul.