The Joker's New Pet

Sorry no smut in this chapter (dodges bullets) but I promise there will be more kink in the next chapter. Honestly I don't like the name of this story anymore. I wish i didn't call it "The Joker's New Pet" because I'm trying to make it more than that now LOL. Anyway enjoy. and R and R!

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“How can I help you boys?” Ralph Torlini asked in a gruff voice as he wiped down a beer jug behind the bar. It was a weekday night and the club was half empty save for a few lonely drunks sitting in the corner, drowning their sorrows.

“Sorry to bother you so late,” Said Jim. Batman stood by his side, his mannerisms similar to a Buckingham Palace guard. “But my friend here and I wanted to know if you knew anything about the murder that happened in the alley behind your club eight years ago? The murder of a poor young woman named…” He looked at Batman. “Emma Napier?” Batman nodded.

“Woah. I haven’t heard anything about that in a long time. I wasn’t here when that happened. My brother Paulie was running the place at the time.” He turned around and gestured to a picture that stood on one of the shelves above the many liquor bottles. “That’s my brother Paulie and me, taken ten years ago.” Jim squinted at the picture of the two short fat men. They almost looked exactly alike. They clearly were brothers.

“Funny that a few months after that murder occurred, my brother Paulie went missing. When the cops investigated the club, all they found was my brother’s bloody fingertips on the counter. Now to be honest, I knew Paulie was a goner right when I heard that he went missing. He had some ties with the mob see. Got himself into some trouble in the past. Kept some bad company. Hard not to around here. I was upset, but I accepted it. They closed the place down for a few months and then I took over.”

“But your brother’s body turned up a year later,” Batman rasped.

“Yes, yes, I was going to get to that,” Ralph said gloomily. “It turned up alright. Turned up in the Gotham outskirts, Gotham lake, and the Eastside park duck pond. Whoever killed him, wanted to make finding his body difficult for the cops. Gruesome scene. They never found his head.”

Jim grimaced. “Do you know anything about the Joker? Do you think Paulie had any connections with him at the time? You see my friend here seems to think this place might have some sort of significance.”

Ralph looked at him confused. “Not that I know of. But then again, my brother didn’t tell me much. Kept a lot of secrets. But that Joker lunatic wasn’t even thought of yet at that time.”

*

Eight Years Earlier…

It was a rainy night in Gotham. The Joker tongued at his scars anxiously. It had become a nervous twitch. Lightening illuminated the city, giving meaning to the name ‘Gotham.’ The Joker used some of the cash from Claudio’s credit cards to buy a used car. He had paid the dealer off in full. If he was going to pull this off, he needed some wheels. Rain splattered on his windshield as he drove down the mostly abandoned streets on that Wednesday night.

He was now passing through the palisades. He passed by the famous ‘Wayne Manor.’ He slowed down for a moment, and glared at the large estate with pure detestation. He had remembered reading about that lone billionaire in the paper. Had his parents gunned down right before his eyes when he was a boy. Boohoo. If his father had been gunned down before his eyes, he would have been jumping for joy. Of course his childhood wasn’t exactly normal. He was sure most kid’s Christmas mornings didn’t involve their drunken fathers smashing glass bulbs over their heads rather than hanging them on the tree.

With so much money and all that land to himself, one would think he’d be doing something for the community rather than selfishly hogging it all to himself. A devious thought crossed the Joker’s mind about setting the estate on fire. A hatred for the entire world was now burning in the pit of his soul. But he had more important work to do this night.

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It was after 2:AM and Paulie Torlini had just finished closing up his club, and he was cleaning and putting away the remaining glasses for the night. “Croc, go lock up the back will ya?” He told his large bouncer. Croc quickly obliged and went to the back entrance near the restrooms to lock up for the night. Rain splattered loudly on the roof of the club.

A sudden chill ran up Paulie’s spine. He felt another presence in the room. “Hello Paulie,” a low sinister voice pierced the air. Paulie jumped and twirled around. Lightening flashed outside and alighted the tall figure standing in the doorway. The timing was eerily perfect, just like out of a movie. The tall figure loomed in the entrance, menacing and almost ungodly.

Paulie clutched at his chest and took a deep breath. “Jesus buddy. Ya nearly gave an old man a heart attack!” The figure began slowly sauntering towards him. “Sorry pal, we’re closed.” He said firmly.

“No after hours drink for an old pal, eh Paulie?” The man said in a solemn tone.

Paulie squinted at him as he came closer. The man was wearing makeup, but it was smudged from the rain. Paulie could almost make out the gruesome scars that were hidden beneath red paint. His hair was damp and clinging to his cheeks, a green tint smeared into his golden brown locks. “Who are you?” Paulie asked anxiously.

“Just an old friend Paulie,” The man said in an ominous voice. “Don’tchya have any stage spots for an old friend hmm? I do so miss performing”

Paulie looked over the man’s purple suit, and his heart dropped. “Jack?” He couldn’t hide the squeak in his voice.

“Not exactly,” Said the Joker. “You can say I’m Jack’s shadow. I’m what’s left of poor old Jack.”

Paulie inwardly gulped, then he forced a fake smile. “Jack!” He said cheerily and stretched out his arms as if he was going for a hug. “I thought you was dead! So glad ta see ya! Where ya been?”

The Joker stayed clear from Paulie’s attempted hug. “To hell and back,” The Joker said despondently. “And don’t call me Jack. Jack’s dead. Saw him drown in the lake.”

The smile wiped off of Paulie’s face. He started to back away from the Joker. “You must have been through a lot Jack. You don’t look so hot. Here. Maybe I should call an ambulance.” Paulie reached for the telephone that was on the counter.

The Joker immediately lunged over the counter and grabbed Paulie by his shirt. He whipped out a knife and brought it up to Paulie’s lips. “Paulie, Paulie. You wanna know how I got these scars? Hmm?!” He jerked at Paulie’s shirt. “Do you wanna know what it feels like? Maybe I should show you, hmm?!” He brought the knife closer to his lips. “You wanna know what I’ve been through?! Do you?! Huh?!” He screamed in his face.

“L..look Jack! I warned you about Joey and the mob! I tried to tell ya, I…”

“Shut up!” The Joker yelled. “I know you were in on it. I’m not gonna listen to your B.S!”

“Who told you that?” Paulie choked nervously. “Now Jack, whoever told you that was out of their m…”

The Joker saw that Paulie’s hand was inching towards the phone on the counter again. He reacted unexpectedly and slammed his knife on the counter, catching the tips of Paulie’s fingers in the process. He lopped off the tips and Paulie wailed. He grabbed his bleeding hand and bit his lip in pain. “Croc!” He wailed.

Croc stomped into the scene like a massive elephant. “Somethin’ wrong boss?” His face remained unmoved. He had a grumpy, bitter emotionless expression like always.

“Take this guy out!” Paulie demanded.

“Sure thing Boss.”

The Joker backed away and whipped out a gun. “Atatata,” he pointed his gun at both of the men. “Croc. How much does Paulie pay you hmm? Only guy in town who would hire an ex Arkham inmate out on parole, so he takes advantage of that doesn’t he? Pays you less than minimum wage right? Five seventy-five an hour is it?”

Croc glared at the Joker and grumbled like a large angry silverback. “Four Seventy-five,” He grunted, and then gave a nasty look to the shivering Paulie Torlini.

“That’s outrageous!” The Joker gasped. “For a big guy like you? How do you survive?”

“Live on beans and rice cakes,” Croc grunted angrily.

The Joker reached into his pocket and pulled out a rolled up wad of cash. He tossed it to Croc. “Croc, why don’t you come work for me? I could use some muscle.” Croc leaned over and picked up the cash, and thumbed it in his large hand. A devious smile stretched across the former mental patient’s reptilian face. The Joker noticed his smile, and knew he was on board. He was mentally challenged, and deemed criminally insane at Arkham. The Joker had a feeling he would be easily persuaded. “Great! You can call me Mister J.”

The Joker grabbed Paulie by the hair and jerked him along. “Let’s go for a ride, hmm?”

“N-no. No please! What do you want? I’ll talk!” Paulie stuttered pathetically.

The Joker turned to Paulie and brought his face down close to his. “Oh yeah. You’re gonna talk wither you like it or not. Where’s Joey Biscotti hmm? You’re great pals aren’t ya?”

“I don’t know where he is,” Paulie choked.

“Off for a ride we gooo,” The Joker said in a sing-song voice. “Croc, come.”

“Yes Mister J,” Croc happily obeyed and followed his new boss out to his vehicle.

“No, no! You can’t do this to me!” Paulie pleaded. “I didn’t know what they was gonna do, I didn’t…”

“Shush, shush! Boy you really are a coward aint’chya?” The Joker patted his head hard. “I guess Claudio was right. They gave you a pretty good sum of money didn’t they? And yet you pay your employees peanuts. For shame. “He waggled his finger at him, then opened up his trunk and shoved him in. Paulie kicked and flailed. “Croc? Little help?”

Croc happily walked over and shoved Paulie in with one massive arm and slammed the trunk shut. Paulie’s muffled cries were heard from within the trunk. “No, no, you can’t do this to me, you can’t!” He banged wildly on the hood.

“Hmm brings back memories,” said the Joker. He whistled to himself, his mind squirming like a toad. He skipped over to the driver’s seat and motioned for Croc to get in the passenger side.

*

The Joker, with Croc by his side, drove Paulie Torlini way into the outskirts of Gotham. Once he felt they were far enough away, he pulled over on the side of the road and got out. He ordered Croc to help him pull Paulie out of the trunk. They both yanked him out and shoved him to his knees on the hard dirt floor. The Joker stood behind him, and Paulie was shivering like it was zero degrees. Tears were streaming down his face. His full cowardice was revealed.

“Now Paulie, you mean to tell me you didn’t hear little Emma’s screams that night?” The Joker interrogated him from behind, and Paulie shook and spluttered like a frightened infant.

“N-no.”

“Liar!” The Joker yelled, making Paulie flinch. “You’re not deaf yet, are ya old man, are ya?!” He yelled in his ear. Paulie shook his head frantically. Croc watched emotionlessly behind them. The Joker whipped out his knife and brought it up to Paulie’s ear. “I guess if you are deaf, you won’t be needing these will you?” He pressed the blade lightly against his ear, threatening to lop it off.

“No please!” Paulie pleaded. “Look, I don’t know where Joey is, but I know where one of his boys lives! One that helped him rape and kill your wife!”

The Joker paused for a minute, and brought his knife away from his ear. “Go on.”

“You probably remember him from that night. His name’s Robbie. Robbie Romano. Big guy, husky, dark brown hair and blue eyes. Has kind of a crooked jaw.”

A thought flashed across the Joker’s mind. Across Jack’s mind. He remembered that big husky gorilla. How could he forget? A burning ached deep within his soul, as that ugly man’s face laughed in his head. Laughed as he and Joey Biscotti took turns raping his precious wife while she called out Jack’s name helplessly. Robbie Romano. The second most hated man on his list. He had touched his wife’s sacred jewels and helped Joey rape and torture her. The Joker felt bile creep up his throat, but he quickly suppressed it. For a moment, Jack’s emotions had come fourth, but the Joker quickly took over again and his face was now grave and lifeless.

“He lives at 7698 Willowcreek Drive in the North Gotham suburbs. Middle class neighborhood. And that’s all I know, I swear! He could probably tell you where Joey is!” Paulie spluttered.

The Joker was silent for a moment, as Paulie was having a complete mental breakdown. The he took out his gun and shoved it against the back of Paulie’s head. “N-no! Oh god!” he shivered.

“Shush, shush shush,” The Joker coed. “Ya know, for someone with a lot of years behind him, you sure do fear death. Afraid to meet your maker eh?” The Joker said calmly. “Sorry old boy. I just don’t think you deserve to live. Not after what you allowed to happen to poor little Emma.” With that he fired into the back of Paulie Torlini’s head. His body fell face down onto the dirt floor and blood dripped out of his cranium like a leaky faucet.

Croc didn’t even flinch. He had obviously seen death before. The Joker glared down at the body. This time taking a life was easier. He was becoming used to seeing blood. He no longer cared what happened to him. He had nothing to live for now anyway. Nothing but revenge. That was his main mission.

The Joker looked around for a moment as if contemplating something. “Ya know. It would probably be better if we concealed this body somehow,” The Joker said to Croc. Mostly he was just thinking out loud to himself. Paulie Torlini may have had friends in the mob and some connections, but he wasn’t really an official mob member as far as he knew, and he owned a semi popular nightclub. There would most likely be a search party for him eventually. This was different than murdering a mobster at a seedy motel where occurrences like this were expected to happen.

An idea entered the Joker’s head. “Croc. Ever butcher a pig before?” He took out a large knife and handed it to Croc. Croc already knew what he was getting at. “Get to work,” The Joker ordered tersely. “Stay here with the body. I need to run and get something.”

The Joker left Croc to work and ran into town to pick up a box of trash bags. He returned swiftly and helped Croc load Paulie’s body parts into separate bags. The Joker worked almost robotically, as if all human emotion had been sucked out of him. This was the most grotesque thing he had ever done. Loading mutilated body parts into trash bags. But it had little affect on him. All that was on his mind now was completing his mission.

They took Paulie’s parts to various parts of the city and dumped them.

*

Robbie Romano was up late one night reading the Gotham Times newspaper when he suddenly heard a loud ‘thump!’ against his front door. His ears perked and he lazily set his newspaper down on the coffee table then slowly got up from his easy boy recliner with a large yawn. He stretched and slowly trudged over to his front door in his robe and slippers. What the hell could that sound be at this hour?

He opened his door and looked around. No one was there. His face contorted into a look of confusion as he spotted a bag on his doorstep. He opened his screen door and kneeled down, assuming the neighborhood kids were playing a prank and that the bag was full of dog feces. He lifted the bag up and glanced inside. “Jesus H….!” He abruptly jerked away.

He bravely kneeled down again with a look of disgust and pulled open the bag completely. There in the bag, was the bloody severed head of Paulie Torlini. The back of his skull was blown out from a gunshot and a Joker card was pinned against the side of his temple. There was a message on the card. 'You’re next.'

“Holy…” Robbie gasped, a sudden feeling of nausea creeping up his throat. “Shit.”

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Stacey felt as though someone had thrown sand in her eyes as she stared blankly at the clown clock on the nightstand. 1:AM. She was never going to get to sleep. She could almost cry from exhaustion. The Joker was already sound asleep again and still holding her in a tight embrace. Well, at least he wasn’t trying to strangle her in his sleep again.

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The Joker was having a pleasant dream this time. He was at a creepy circus, and he had Batman tied to a giant spinning wheel while he giddily threw knives at him. He laughed evilly as Batman struggled to get free, just barely missing his crotch with a knife. The Joker didn’t hit him with the knives. He just enjoyed the psychological torment and hearing Batman beg with that annoyingly raspy voice of his. An audience laughed and clapped as the Joker performed with an unwilling Batman as his assistant.

Then his dream transformed to another setting. He was on the Gotham lake shore and one of his large henchmen had Jim Gordon at gunpoint. His henchman shoved Jim to the ground on his knees at the Joker’s feet. Jim was shuddering beneath the Joker’s gaze, and the Joker laughed maliciously down at his frightened captive. Stacey appeared in the distance and Jim looked up tearfully when he spotted his daughter. “Stacey!” he cried.

Stacey was dressed in her skimpy schoolgirl outfit that the Joker loved making her wear, but she didn’t have her usual terrified look. Nor was she happy to see her father. Instead she stomped over to Jim and spat hard in his eyes. “Stacey what’s gotten into you?!” Jim wailed.

“Stacey. Come to daddy Stacey,” The Joker called to her with an evil smirk. Stacey trotted happily over to her master and clung onto him as Jim cried hysterically. “That’s right Gordon. I have your daughter. I am your king now, your lord and master. Gotham belongs to me now. And so does your little girl,” The Joker laughed cruelly. Then Stacey seductively gave him head right before Jim’s eyes. The Joker laughed at Jim’s torment, forcing him to watch his little girl give a blowjob to the most feared man in Gotham.

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Stacey’s ears perked as the Joker was snickering quietly in his sleep with a large smile plastered across his face.
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“Stacey, Stacey god no how could you?!” Jim cried in the Joker’s dream. The Joker cackled evilly as Stacey continued to give him head. Then, out of nowhere, Jim Gordon and Stacey disappeared and the Joker was left alone on the shore of the lake. And then, out of the dusky waters of the lake a body emerged. Fighting hard at first, he pulled himself up on shore, drenched and coughing. Then he immediately picked himself up and shook himself off. He was instantly dry.

He was a handsome young man with dark blond fluffy hair and a near flawless face. He was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt. “Well, well, well. Little old Jack, I thought you were gone for good,” The Joker clicked his tongue.

“Joker! What have you done?! This has got to stop! This isn’t the way,” Jack argued.

“Isn’t the way?” The Joker scoffed. “Look what I have done in the short amount of time I’ve been in charge. I created my own empire. I’m a god. People fear me and respect me. They finally respect us Jackie boy because they know what I’m capable of. You always were a pussy Jack, letting people walk all over you. Just think of what we could’ve done to dear old dad if you let me take over sooner. Dear old drunken dad would of had a broken beer bottle shoved in his face! But you were too much of a pussy to do it. You never had the balls. That’s why I had to take over for both our sakes. You know I was always in you Jack, waiting to get out. And now I’m finally free,” The Joker cackled.

“Emma wouldn’t have wanted it like this,” Jack argued in a pleading voice..

“Oh, you make me sick!” The Joker snapped. “Look at you, did I really dress like that? Where the hell have you been shopping, the gap? My god, I really wish I would of taken over sooner. Emma needed a real man! Ya know what would’ve happened that night if I was in charge then? I’d of served my honey bunny a candle lit dinner while using that little prick’s bleeding decaying corpse as a table.”

“Oh yes, we both know Emma would of loved that!” Jack scoffed. “You really think Emma would have loved what you’ve become? Look at the chaos you’ve caused! You’re a monster!”

“Thank you,” Said the Joker smugly. “And you look like you’re ready to model for GQ magazine. Again, you make me sick.”

Jack’s outfit immediately morphed into the Joker’s theatrical purple suit. “Remember why we started dressing like this in the first place?” He reached into his trench coat and pulled out a couple of doves. “To perform our tricks and to make people smile.”

The Joker reached into his trench coat and pulled out a gun. “Please don’t remind me of those disgustingly cutesie little tricks. These trench coats are much more suitable for packing heat,” he shot his gun into the air, making the doves fly away in fear and causing Jack to flinch. “Jack, Jack, Jack. I haven’t seen you in years. I thought you’d never show your face again. Why the sudden frequent visits lately, hmm? I don’t like it. I don’t like it one bit. Make’s me feel weaker. Weak and Joker don’t go together. Don’t you try to take over again, Ain’t gonna happen. Nope. Never. I’m in charge.”

“I am you, you idiot!”

“No you’re not. No. You’re. Not-ah,” The Joker glared at Jack dangerously.

“Then why can’t you kill her hmm? Why don’t you scalp that pretty little head of hers and send those golden locks to Gordon as a gift? That’s why you kidnapped her right? To get at Gordon, so why can’t you really hurt her? Why can’t you dig your knife into that soft flesh of hers and paint your walls with her blood? Why can’t you…”

“Shut up Jack,” The Joker snapped. “Why would I want to dispose of such an amusing toy? She’s fun to play with. Like a puppy, but better. A puppy with nice T and A, and a nice little hole I can stick it in for release. Plus I think psychologically tormenting her is more fun than gutting her.”

“Yes she is pretty isn’t she?” Said Jack. “Full lips, pretty blond hair, big blue eyes. Nice firm little body. Somewhat Innocent naïve personality,” he paused for a moment. “Kind of reminds you of Emma doesn’t it?”

“She’s not Emma,” Said the Joker. “Oooh is that why you’ve decided to show up Jack? Gordon’s little princess remind you of our Emma? Are you trying to protect her from me? Hahaha aho ahe ahaha, trying to protect the little princess. That’s classic,” The Joker laughed mockingly.

“Would you do this to Emma?” Said Jack. ‘Would you want someone else tormenting Emma like this?”

“Shut up Jack,” The Joker growled seriously.

“Would you want to lock Emma in a cage for days, and pull her around on a leash like a dog, and deny her food? Would you want to beat her until she cried and begged you for mercy and groveled at your feet?”

“Shut up Jack!

“Would you want to expose her to this world, and make her watch you slit a man’s throat, and shoot another man in the crotch? Would you want to expose her to an army of stupid Neanderthals who would rape her the first chance they got? Would you…”

“Shut up shut up shut up!!!” The Joker bellowed and he madly unleashed an array of bullets into Jack’s chest. Jack looked at him in shock, and stumbled backwards. His bullet hole wounds were now leaking blood all over his chest, and with one final grunt of pain, he fell backwards into the lake with a heavy splash.

The Joker watched the dark waters engulf Jack, and he felt nothing but pure malice. “You’re not coming back Jack. I never did like you much. You’re weak. Had to do what I had to do. Now stay dead,” The Joker growled. “Nope, never coming back… never.”

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The Joker awoke with a beam of sunlight blaring into his eyes from a crack in the window’s curtain. He smacked his lips and grumpily pulled himself up. What an annoying dream. He was also annoyed that a mere dream had caused him to wake up in a very bad mood. He turned his head and looked down at Stacey, who was sleeping peacefully with her back turned to him. He growled and slapped the back of her thigh. “Get up,” he grunted.

Stacey only stirred in her sleep. The Joker slapped her on the thigh again, harder. “Get up!” he rumbled. Stacey’s eyes snapped open, and once again, she could almost cry. She groaned as she was rudely awakened after finally falling asleep a few hours ago. She whimpered as the Joker’s cruel voice snapped the order at her again. “Get up now!” He growled.

Stacey forced herself to sit up, rubbing her eyes like a child. She felt the bed jiggle as the Joker launched himself out of it. She stifled a whine as she felt him roughly clasp that collar around her neck again. He tugged at her leash, hard. “Cameon!” he barked. “Up, up. We have work to do today,” he roughly stroked her hair. “On you.”

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Ok so the Joker is making me have weird and dark thoughts *twitch* More smut in the next chapter I promise. And yes I DO know where this story is going! Mwahahahaha. Ok half asleep. Must sleep.