The Joker's New Pet

So a friend of mine says I write too much Joker porn and need to focus on more originals. But I can't help it. this is too much fun to write lol. Once again, thank you all so much! I really dig reading reviews, even if what I write sucks. And I'm not sure if this chapter sucks or not. Let me know if it does LOL. There is smut in this chapter, but it's violent smut. More really mean dominant Joker. Sorry not much mushiness this time. Anyway please read and review and enjoy!

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Stacey had to wonder when the Joker found time to design these themed rooms of his. She wondered if he designed them especially for other girls he may have kidnapped in the past, or prostitutes he may have rented. If he designed this one specifically for her, it was without her knowledge.

No matter the reason why, the Joker just happened to have an entire room recreated to look like an old fashioned classroom. The mansion was incredibly large, and Stacey hadn’t been given a chance to wander around much. She wondered how many other themed rooms he had, and part of her still feared he had a hidden torture chamber somewhere, and that he was biding his time before he developed the urge to really torture her.

Stacey was forced to sit at the lone desk in the middle of the room as the Joker paced back and forth before her. He was twitching more than usual, and Stacey was worried he would snap again at any second. She had no clue what went through that squirming psychotic brain of his. Right now, he almost looked as though he was on the verge of having a panic attack. Either that, or punch his fist through a wall. Well, as long as it was a wall and not her head.

Stacey was exhausted. She was so exhausted that she almost didn’t care if the Joker got a sudden urge to punch her lights out. At least then she’d be knocked out cold and able to get some sleep. At that moment, she almost felt like she was back in high school, waiting for her weird nervous wreck of a teacher to begin his long boring lecture. The Joker’s mind seemed to be running a mile a minute and he grumbled to himself crabbily, muttering things that made no sense to Stacey.

Stacey found herself involuntarily nodding off in her chair. The Joker stopped pacing instantly, and he slapped his hand on her desk hard, causing her eyes to flutter open. “Wake up!” he snarled. She abruptly repositioned herself so that she was sitting up straight.

The Joker stomped to her side then grabbed the back of her neck. She flinched as he kneeled down and pulled her head close to his lips so that he could whisper in her ear. “You know something darling? I can sense that you’re still not happy here. I sure do spoil you. I feed you. I give you nice clothes and toys to play with. I let you sleep in my bed with me. I protect you from my gorillas. And yet I can still sense resistance from you whenever I try to touch you. You’re a bad actress baby doll. I can tell when you’re only trying to please me so that I don’t wallop that little tush of yours. I can sense an ungrateful little brat,” The Joker growled.

“A little Gordon brat who shows no signs of gratitude for me having spared her life, and spoiling her rotten. Treated her ions better than I treat any of my disposable apes. Treated her like my prized possession, my sacred little jewel. And yet she still resists her master and shows signs of disrespect. She’s still waiting for that flying rat to show up and rescue her from the evil Joker’s clutches. The dark knight rescuing the spoiled little princess so that she can go back to her cookie cutter existence and proceed to live in her little bubble,” The Joker licked his lips. “I guess I haven’t quite broken you in yet. You’re a stubborn little girl ain’tchya? Just like a cop’s daughter. Well we’re just gonna have to have a reeducation aren’t we?”

After a hard shove, he let go of her neck. Stacey rubbed her nape and glared at him wearily, physically and emotionally exhausted and partially wishing she could throw a dagger into his back. The Joker casually sauntered over to the chalkboard at the front of the room and began writing on it. He drew a comical stick figure looking Batman character, and then wrote ‘Bats are bad’ in big capital letters and drew an arrow pointing to his funny drawing.

Then he drew Stacey’s father, Jim Gordon, in a comical fashion, with big giant glasses and devil horns. Then he drew a speech bubble above Gordon’s head that said ‘I’m a schemer and I like to control things and enforce laws. But I hired a man with a fetish for small furry mammals who has broken every law I try to enforce, to help me on my mission to keep this city under my thumb.’

Stacey was tired and cranky, and she really wasn’t in the mood for this. She also dreadfully missed her family, and the sight of the Joker drawing her father in such an insulting way, brought her gutsy side back out. “What do you want from me Joker?” She asked. “I mean, what do you expect from me?”

The Joker threw down the piece of chalk and stomped back towards her, growling like a mad wolf. He slammed his gloved fist on Stacey’s desk so hard that she expected it to break. He leaned down and glared at her with his dark soulless eyes. “I expect you,” he licked his lips. “To obey me. I expect you to be a happy obedient little pet.”

“And then what?” Stacey countered. “What will you do to me when you’ve grown bored with me? Will you dispose of me like you do your men? Do you plan to keep me here forever? What do you want with me? Why ARE you so fascinated with me?” Stacey asked irritably.

The Joker growled and roughly grabbed her arm in a crushing grip. He yanked her out of her chair and pulled her close, breathing hard in her face. “I ask myself that same question kiddo. Do you really think it’s wise of you to bring that up? You’ve been an awfully bad distraction for me lately. I’ve been asking myself every day why I’ve kept you around for so long. I ask myself how I’ve grown so infatuated with a worthless little blond bimbo, whose also the damned daughter of Commissioner Gordon,” The Joker said dangerously.

He snaked his fingers around her neck. “I wonder why I don’t just pop out those pretty eyes of yours and wear them around my neck as a necklace. Would you rather I chop this pretty head of yours off and send it to daddy Gordon as a present? Hmm? If I were you I’d keep that little mouth shut.”

Stacey shivered a little, but she was still irritable and growing more fearless everyday. “Or perhaps you’re lonely and just want a companion. You know, everyone needs love and everyone seeks approval from someone else. Misery loves company. When someone doesn’t have love they become distorted,” Stacey said, trying to get a handle on her nerves. “Isn’t that right…Jack?”

The Joker raised an eyebrow at her for a moment. Then he grabbed her hair and jerked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. “Where did you hear that name?!”

“I…I told you, you were talking in your sleep!” Said Stacey, trying to remain strong. “You were using the name Jack and…”

“Don’t ever call me that again!” The Joker hissed. “You address me as Daddy J or sir, and nothing else! Plus, I’m not Jack. Jack was a walking pile if human waste.”

“Who is Jack then?” Stacey asked, trying to remain calm.

“Jack’s dead. I slit his throat, and then I pumped him full of led. Don’t you worry, you wont be seeing old Jack,” The Joker laughed mirthlessly. “Not again. Jack’s been causing some mischief lately I see. But I’ve disposed of him now, and he wont be back.”

Stacey looked at him confused. “You also mentioned something about a girl. So you were…”

“Shut up!” The Joker bellowed. “There will be no more of this foolish talk. Jack is dead, and I don’t want to hear anything about that loser ever again. Or I might change my mind about keeping you around. And if that were the case my dear, my belt on your bottom would then seem like heaven.” His eye twitched a little.

“Okay, okay,” Stacey nodded frantically. “But if you’d just let me…”

“Shush!” The Joker snapped. “Going to get all preachy on me now baby doll? I think not. Don’t ever preach to me about love. You don’t know what love is. Love doesn’t even exist. Love was invented by hallmark and Hollywood to sell this image of a fairy tale life. Love was created by people as a way to try and cover up the fact that it truly is a shit world. People would rather live in a fairy tale than admit to how crappy the world really is. In the real world, people only love themselves. And I seem to be one of the only ones living in reality. That’s why I’m ahead of the curve.”

He shoved Stacey back down in her chair. “Young naïve little girl. Gordon really did keep you in a bubble didn’t he? Sheltering his little princess from the real world.” He growled disdainfully.

“Joker that’s not true!” Stacey argued. “There are good people in the world who don’t only care about themselves! And you must have loved someone before otherwise you wouldn’t be like…”

“What did I tell you to call me?!” The Joker roared in her face, cutting her off. “And who are these supposed good people hmm? Bats? Ha!” The Joker laughed.

“Well yes,” Said Stacey, biting her lip, expecting him to just deck her at any moment. “The Batman is selfless. He dedicates his life to protecting to citizens of Gotham. And I know you hate him for it. Why? He alone should give you enough faith in humanity. He proves that humans aren’t a total waste like you seem to believe!”

The Joker gave Stacey a look like she had just said the most disgusting thing he had ever heard. “Boy princess. I knew ya liked the overgrown winged rat but I didn’t know you wanted to sleep with him,” He sneered at her. “But you’re wrong about a few things doll. I don’t hate Batman for what he does. I love him for it. Without bats, what would I do with my time? Besides play with my toy of course,” He snickered.

“Batman makes things exciting. He’s such an amusing sport! Some guys like Basketball, other guys like football, I like tormenting Bats,” He giggled. “And another thing you’re wrong about baby doll, is Bats doesn’t do what he does for others. In fact he does what he does for completely selfish reasons. He is doing it purely for self-gratification. Ya see we aren’t so different him and I. He is just as craaazy as I supposedly am,” He chuckled.

Stacey glared at the psychotic clown attentively. “Ya see, Batty must have had a bad day once. A really bad day. Why else would he be doing what he does? That’s not exactly what one would consider normal is it? He dresses like he models for a BDSM fetish magazine, and a guy who could afford gadgets like his clearly isn’t broke. So how does dressing up like a gay wrestler and beating up criminals help more than giving away money to charity, instead of spending it on an obviously super expensive batpod?”

“You’re missing the point,” Said Stacey. “Daddy J,” She added really quickly, trying to keep him calm.

The Joker clicked his tongue. “No my little one. You’re missing the point. Something happened to bats that threw him onto the path of insanity. He’s like me. I had a bad day too once ya know. Though I don’t particularly like to relive it. Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another. It doesn’t matter now. All I’m saying is it only takes one bad day to change someone for life. So batty and I are a lot alike, just on different ends of the spectrum. I’m the yang to his yin. He’s only a hair away from being exactly like me. And all it would take is a little push. Someday, he will crack, and I will win, proving my point. Even if it takes him killing me. Oh speaking of which, did you know your bats is also a murderer?”

“What are you talking about?” Asked Stacey, flabbergasted by this crazy clown’s logic.

The Joker whistled to himself, and walked back over to the chalkboard. He drew a comical looking stick figure dead man lying near the Batman figure with X’s in its eyes. He scribbled on one side of the dead man’s face, and wrote a speech bubble above it’s head that said ‘Batman, why, why? Gargle gurgle, croak.’ Then he drew a speech bubble above Batman’s head that said ‘Die Harvey die! There can only be room for one crime fighter in this city! Mwahahaha!’

When the Joker was finished drawing, he turned to Stacey with an evil gleam in his eye. “Didn’t dear old dad ever tell you what happened to Gotham’s White Knight, the honorable Harvey Dent?”

“That is not the way it happened,” Stacey said, annoyed. “My dad told me all about that night. Harvey Dent was going to shoot my little brother!”

The Joker laughed. “Oh no, no, no, no. Dear old dad lying to his little princess. Just like a cop. All chronic liars. Of course Gordon’s going to try and protect the bat. Bats does what Gordon wants. They work together. Both schemers.”

“My dad is not a schemer!” Stacey snapped, pounding her little fist on her desk. She was no longer able to contain her rage at the Joker’s harsh words about her beloved father. She would soon be regretting it. The Joker lunged at her, and yanked her out of her chair by her ear. Stacey couldn’t stop from wailing in pain as he tugged on her delicate ear and pulled her over to his desk.

He bent her face down over his desk and Stacey expected what he planned to do next. He pinned her down hard by the small of her back, and Stacey winced at the feeling of her breasts smashing into the wood, and her stomach being pressed into the edge of the desk. The Joker leaned over and hissed dangerously in her ear. “Ya know I’m starting to think you’re a little masochist. You got a pretty smart mouth on you sometimes don’tchya? You’re getting braver I see. I don’t like that tone you’ve been giving me today. Perhaps I’ve been going too soft on you lately. Professor J is going to have to teach the naughty little schoolgirl a harsh lesson.”

“Hurry up and spank me! It’s not like I wasn’t expecting it! Spank and fuck spank and fuck. With an occasional choking. That’s all you ever do to me! I swear that I don’t have an ass anymore!” Stacey whined, overly tired and just completely fed up with the Joker’s head games. She was rewarded with a hard walloping from the Joker’s gloved hand over her skirted bottom. She couldn’t help but kick her little legs and wince at the pain. Then he threw her skirt up and swiftly slipped her panties down her legs.

He groped her rear end and whispered harshly in her ear again. “Hmm, feels like you still have an ass to me,” he growled in an unnerving tone of voice. “I would say you better still have a bottom, because this is mine not yours. I own this. And I’m going to have to remind you that you still have one. And oh you’re gonna feel it this time.”

He gave her bottom a good rub, then Stacey gasped when she felt him lean over and kiss both of her cheeks. “Giving them a kiss for good luck. Because they’re gonna need it,” The Joker said angrily. There was no hint of mirth in his voice, and Stacey inwardly gulped. But she couldn’t stop the exasperated sigh that escaped her lips as the Joker walked over behind his desk and rummaged through his drawers. When the Joker heard her sigh, he shot her a glare that made her want to crawl back into a hole and hide. “I’m sorry, am I boring you?” He asked, annoyed.

Stacey just bit her lip, not knowing what to say next. She almost regretted her gutsy attitude. When the Joker pulled a heavy and very nasty looking wooden paddle out of the drawer, Stacey instinctively jolted to her feet, her eyes bulging at the sight of that horrible looking implement. “Get back down!” The Joker snapped, his voice startling Stacey and almost sounding like it belonged to some unearthly demon.

The Joker slapped the paddle in his palm, and Stacey couldn’t bring herself to obey this time. She really didn’t want that thing anywhere near her. It looked heavier and more painful than any of the implements he had used yet. It was definitely not like the super thin paddle he had used on her before. She found herself backing away a little, as the Joker smirked at her reaction. “Awww, scared are we? Why so nervous princess? I thought your little bottom was numb.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was just cranky because I’ve had no sleep is all,” Stacey said, unable to hide the anxiousness in her voice.

“Yeah you’re gonna be sorry,” the Joker said crossly. “Get over here now!”

Stacey stumbled backwards a bit, her panties having fallen to her ankles, but the Joker reached for her, catching her wrist and yanking her to himself. Instead of forcing her to bend over the desk again, he sat on the desk himself and pinned her over his knee. “No, no please don’t,” Stacey whimpered, swallowing her pride again. She knew her pleading was useless, but she could already feel that heavy wood slamming against her poor backside. Now lying helplessly over his left leg, she felt a bulge forming in his pants immediately after hearing her whimpering pleas. It was clear to her that he got off on her whimpering and begging.

He flipped her skirt up again and ran the thick paddle over her bare cheeks. He felt her involuntarily shiver and in response to her obvious fear, he was rock hard. He immensely enjoyed the sight of her tiny frame dangling helplessly over his knee. She was barely five foot two, and he was over six foot three, so she really did resemble a vulnerable little girl whenever he had her pinned over his lap. And that was a sight that his perverse self took great pleasure in.

“This is going to hurt,” the Joker said coldly. Stacey had to hold herself back from yelling ‘no shit!’ knowing that such a move would be quite foolish in her position. And hurt it did. Even more than Stacey was anticipating. She already wanted to scream after the first blow came down on her fragile bottom. He brought the heavy wooden implement down with medium force on her right cheek, and already it felt even worse than the belting he had given her that one night, that already seemed so long ago.

“Jesus, fuck, ow!” Stacey cried as he walloped her again. Her cursing was rewarded with an even harder whack with the paddle.

“Language,” the Joker scolded, grunting as he held her struggling form in place. Stacey couldn’t stop her body from flailing wildly as the pain was almost too much to bear. She kicked, and whined and scraped her nails loudly across the wooden desk. She tried to crawl away, desperately wanting to escape his callous blows and it almost seemed as if he was toying with her. He allowed her to crawl away a little and then he’d easily pull her back with one arm and give her an agonizingly painful whack.

The Joker licked his lips, enjoying her pain and cries for mercy. His full sadism had come forth and he almost felt as though he would explode just by merely watching his little pet struggle as her bottom transformed to the same shade as his lipstick. He greatly enjoyed the power he had over her, the complete domination. “My little princess is in love with the bat isn’t she?” He asked in a tone that made him sound like a concerned father.

“No, ow, ah! Fuuuck! No! Jesus!” Stacey managed to get out between the excruciating strikes.

“Didn’t I tell you to watch your language?” The psychotic schizoid clown scolded. “Nasty language to be coming out of a pretty girl’s mouth. And you do love the bat, don’tchya you little liar?”

Stacey only responded with noises that resembled the cries of a wounded porpoise. All she could think about now was how horrible her poor bottom looked, and she wondered if he would soon draw blood. She could almost get down on her knees and kiss the ground in relief when he finally ceased, and tossed the paddle aside. It landed on the hard floor with a loud ‘crack!’ and Stacey’s body was now lying lifeless over the Joker’s knee. Her forehead was lying on the desk, wallowing in a puddle of her own tears. She couldn’t even get up the strength to yelp as he slapped her bottom one more time with his gloved hand, and yanked her to her feet.

He trailed his tongue across her face, soaking up her tears and then he very gently kissed her eyelids. Stacey felt he almost enjoyed seeing her cry. What was she thinking? Of course he enjoyed seeing her cry! He was an overly dominating sadistic brute!

He abruptly stood up and got behind her then she shoved her back over his desk. Stacey’s whimpers almost sounded like they belonged to an abused puppy. He very lightly trailed his fingers over her bruised bottom then he leaned over to whisper in her ear again. “Ya know this little bottom belongs to me don’tchya? And you belong to me. Not your father or the bat. They can’t have you. You’re mine. Maybe I should take you up the rear to enforce that point, hmm?”

Stacey merely sniffled. She was completely spent after the long and harsh paddling he had given her. It was the worst paddling he had given her yet. And he wasn’t done yet. She kept her eyes tightly shut, just praying it would be over soon. She knew he needed release, because he was always incredibly aroused after spanking her into submission. She heard him unzip his pants and her bottom cheeks tensed up, anticipating something that might be even more painful than a paddling.

But to her surprise, he entered her vagina instead. Perhaps he felt he had punished her poor bottom enough. This still didn’t feel very pleasant though. Stacey winced as his hips slapped against her bruised bottom, prolonging her agony. She was currently very tight, so that didn’t help the matter either. She could feel his large penis tearing into her, and she knew he must have been enjoying every second of it.

The desk squeaked as it moved a little across the floor from their weight. The Joker forced Stacey’s bottom to remain raised high into the air, and Stacey jumped as he slammed his fist on the desk inches away from her head while pounding her. He behaved like a cave man, conquering her like a barbaric alpha male. Stacey grinded her teeth so hard, she feared they would be ground down to the gum.

It wasn’t long before he finished using her body for his own pleasure, and released his seed inside of her with one final masculine groan. After he pulled out and zipped his pants back up, shaking his head like a wet dog, he kneeled down and gently pulled Stacey’s panties back up, then smoothed her skirt back down over her aching bottom. He helped the broken and shaking girl up to her feet and pulled her back to her chair where he forced her to sit.

Stacey almost felt like she was forced to sit on lava as the Joker forced her bruised backside into the chair. She felt the world spinning around her. She placed her head down on her desk, sniffling miserably but the Joker’s firm hand gripped her hair and he pulled her head back up. “You know what I want to hear you say?” The Joker asked, towering over her as she sat dismally at her school desk. “I’d like to hear my little girl say that Jim Gordon is a scheming, pathetic pig cop who doesn’t even have the brains to figure out where his own daughter is located, and that he’ll never find her, because he doesn’t have the wits to match Daddy J.” He looked down at her seriously. “Say it,” He ordered sharply.

Stacey only kept her eyes shut, lost in her own little world. “Say it!” he ordered forcefully, tugging on her hair. Stacey didn’t respond. “Not gonna say it huh?” The Joker asked the unfortunate broken girl. She only glared up at him with bloodshot red eyes, and a defeated look. “Still going to defy me? After all that?” He asked gruffly. “Fine. Then you leave me no choice.” He shoved her head back down and stomped out of the room like he was on a mission, leaving Stacey to mope pathetically at her desk. He slammed the door of the room shut and Stacey heard it lock on the other side.

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The Joker paced irritably around the large living room of the mansion, waiting for his ‘guest’ to arrive. Outside the mansion, a dark van had pulled up in the driveway, and a masked man exited the vehicle accompanied by two large armed bodyguards. Several of the Joker’s henchmen led the trio inside, where the Joker was waiting impatiently. The masked man casually sauntered in, dwarfed by his two ridiculously large companions. “Well, well Joker. As I always say, you have a very nice pad. I’m jealous. But I thought you quit drugs. So what’s the emergency? Feeling a little less psycho than usual?”

“Shut up Crane,” The Joker snapped. He really didn’t like that condescending little twerp, but he had to admit that he proved useful in the past. Doctor Crane had sold the Joker drugs before, mind control drugs to use one some of his henchmen, and at times when his men were good, he’d even allow them to throw little parties loaded with many of Doctor Crane’s magnificent drugs. If it’s one thing the Joker was, it was an excellent entertainer and a good host, and when he wanted to he could throw one hell of a party.

The Joker stomped over to Crane and ripped the Scarecrow mask off of his head. Jonathan Crane smiled at him nonchalantly. “Why do you wear that ridiculously stupid mask? Everyone knows who you are.” The Joker said grouchily.

“Why do you wear that ridiculous makeup? I thought makeup was for girls,” Crane shot back, still smiling with that annoyingly pretentious look of his.

“This is war paint, war paint,” The Joker scowled. “And when you’re in my house, you don’t disrespect me by wearing that stupid mask.” He licked his lips.

“Uh huh,” Doctor Crane said, still smirking. “So what can I do for you Mister J?”

The Joker glared at his two large bodyguards. “Where’d ya get those? Stop at the zoo on your way over here?”

“Just being cautious. Can’t be too careful these days, what with your reputation and all. Never know when you might stab me in the back you know?” Said Crane. “Literally.”

“Yeah, you always were a pussy Crane,” Said the Joker nastily. “And if I wanted to kill ya, you’d have been dead before the tip of your toe even reached my ‘unwelcome’ mat. And so would your two hired monkeys.” One of Crane’s large men growled and gripped his large gun, but Crane put his hand up to calm him.

“My, my we’re in a sour mood today!” Said Crane, amused. “So what did you call me over here for? Said you have a subject you wanted me to experiment my hypnosis on? Who is it this time? A new assassin you need trained? A political figure you kidnapped? I’m dying to know,” He said in almost a sarcastic tone.

“Not exactly,” Said the Joker, smacking his lips.

**

Stacey had her head buried into her arms still sniffling miserably. Her stomach ached, and she just wanted to fast-forward ahead a couple of weeks so her bottom would be healed. She didn’t even raise her head when she heard the door creak open, expecting it to be the angry Joker ready to dish out some other type of punishment. Doctor Crane had entered the room with the grumpy Joker. He looked around the room, quite amused, but not surprised at the classroom setting.

“Well Joker, I have to say that I knew you’d be into this sort of thing all along. You would have rooms like this wouldn’t you?” Stacey lifted her head at the unfamiliar voice. She rubbed her eyes as the two men hovered over her like a couple of vultures. Jonathon Crane raised an eyebrow at the pretty young vixen before him. She could almost feel Crane eyeing her like a hawk would eye its prey. “Why Joker. I DID expect you to be this kind of pervert, what with the school setting and all. But I didn’t expect you’d be into girls like this. My diagnosis has always been that someone who dresses like a clown would be an obvious pedophile. You sure she isn’t a little old for your taste?”

“Shut up Crane,” the Joker muttered. “This is Commissioner Gordon’s daughter.”

“Ah,” Crane said thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t expect his daughter to be such a looker.”

“Mmhmm,” The Joker mumbled grumpily. He stomped over beside Stacey and roughly ran his fingers through her hair. He kneeled down next to her, taking her face in his hands. “Well, she’s my new pet. I’ve decided to keep her. But sometimes,” He trailed his finger gently down the side of her cheek. “Sometimes she annoys me, because she doesn’t do what I say. She’s been too defiant. I want her to be more obedient.”

Crane looked at him amusingly. “Ah so a sex slave. Someone to do your bidding. Someone who will say how beautiful your scars are and that you aren’t ugly at all.”

“You’re really asking for it Crane. You’re lucky you’ve been useful to me in the past, otherwise I’d have you groveling at my feet right about now with an ice pick shoved up your nostril,” The Joker growled.

“Yeesh, for someone who calls himself the Joker, you sure do have a poor sense of humor,” Said Crane, his eyes still dancing with amusement.

“Let’s just get this over with,” The Joker muttered. “Here’s what I want you to do. I want you to make my little pet here hate Batman and Jim Gordon and worship me. I want you to completely brainwash her so that she’s happy to be my pet and happy to serve me in everyway.”

“No,” Stacey suddenly chimed weakly.

“Sh, sh, sh,” The Joker quieted her, running a finger gently over her lips.

“So you want me to brainwash her into loving you? Or at least pretending she loves you? You know they have hookers for that. Hookers that will do your bidding at a much cheaper price than what you’re paying me and at much less of a hassle,” Crane Joked.

Stacey flinched as the Joker slammed his fist on her desk while he was still kneeling beside her. “It has nothing to do with love! That’s not the poi…look just do it! I’m not liking your attitude here Crane. Getting a little too cocky aren’t we? Better watch it.”

“Sorry J, I was just poking a little fun. You really need to lighten up!” Said Crane. "Alright, alright, I get it. You want me to do this to mess with Jim Gordon is that it?”

“Yes, yes exactly. That should have been obvious from the start. I can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when they see the reformed little Stacey Gordon.” Stacey winced as the Joker played with her golden hair, and fawned over her possessively like he had found a rare jewel. Crane could see that he wanted him to perform this act for other reasons as well. Personal reasons that he would never dare admit.

The way the Joker was showing affection to Stacey was surprising to Crane, and quite interesting. Even by the way he was looking at her and stroking her hair was very out of character for him. In secret, Crane had always wanted to study the Joker in detail. What an interesting subject he would make! He was the most unpredictable man Crane had ever met, and he had met a lot of psychos in his time. “Very well,” said Crane. “I’ll do my best. But I’m going to have to ask you to leave the room now so we can get started.”

The Joker turned his attention back to Crane and stood up, glaring at him firmly. “What do you mean leave the room Jonny boy? I think not,” he eyed him suspiciously.

“Look, this only works if the subject and I are left alone in peace,” Crane said seriously. “If you want the full affect, you are going to have to trust me and let me do my job.”

The Joker turned to Stacey and pondered for a minute. Then he turned back to Crane and sighed heavily. “Alright,” he grumbled. He walked over to Crane and grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close. “But don’t try any funny business,” he hissed. “I have an army of blood thirsty Neanderthals who haven’t had a decent kill in days, and many, many horribly dangerous weapons packed beneath this coat and all you have on you are your little drugs.”

He reached into one of Crane’s pockets, feeling around for his powder. He pinched a tiny amount between his fingers then brought it up to his face and sniffed it up his nose. “Ya see, they pumped me full of this crap at Arkham. And you know what? It did nothing. That’s right Crane. They’re using your little drugs at Arkham these days. Aren’t you proud? But it had no affect on me, much to their dismay. And you know why it had no affect? Because I fear absolutely nothing. To me it was equivalent to taking a teeny hit of Mary-Jane.”

Crane, still smiling, put his hands up. “I swear on my mother’s grave that nothing will happen. I’m only hear to do a job,” He spoke seriously.

The Joker smacked his lips, then reached into an inner pocket of his trench coat and pulled out a dark mask. He pulled Doctor Crane closer and shoved it into one of his pockets. “Here. Use this mask when you’re doing your little…treatment,” he whispered in Crane’s ear. “This one will serve as more of a benefit to me than that other retarded mask you wear.”

With one final glance at Stacey, the Joker left the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Doctor Crane turned to Stacey with a big grin on his face, and leaned against the teacher desk, casually crossing his arms. “Lovely fellow isn’t he? I feel sorry for you my dear. You know he gives me the creeps too. And if someone can give me the creeps then that’s saying a lot.”

Stacey just glared at him lifelessly. “Whatever you’re going to do to me, it can’t be nearly as bad as what I’ve been through today,” She mumbled dismally, then rubbed her bottom with a small groan.

Crane raised his eyebrows. “A psycho and a kinky deviant pervert. He really does fascinate me. Is there no end to his depravity?” He smirked and pulled the chair out from behind the ‘teacher’s’ desk then dragged it before Stacey’s desk and sat down, crossing his legs. Stacey continued to glare at him with reddened eyes. “Well let’s get started shall we?” He slapped his hands together and spoke as if he were about to perform a usual therapy session. He reached into a pocket and pulled out a watch on a chain, then dangled it in front of her.

Stacey gave him a look that read ‘you have got to be kidding me,’ as he swung the watch back and fourth in front of her face. “You love the Joker and you hate Batman, you love the Joker and you hate Batman,” He chanted in a classic hypnotizing voice.

Stacey stared at him with bewilderment. “If this is all you’re going to do, then I’m quite relieved. But I have to tell you, that I don’t believe in hypnosis.” She said wearily.

Crane lowered his watch and sighed. “Oh, this not doing it for you? Oh darn,” He said with a fake disappointed tone. “I guess the old fashioned way doesn’t work anymore does it? Guess we’re going to have to try something a little different.” Stacey looked at him with a near bored expression and he put his watch away, and then reached into another one of his pockets. “Well, let’s see if this other method will work,” He said calmly.

And those were the last words Stacey heard before Doctor Crane abruptly tossed a powdery substance into her face. Stacey didn’t have a chance to scream as she choked on the substance, inadvertently inhaling it. She slapped at her face in a panicky motion trying to wipe the power off of her skin. Crane quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out the rubber mask that the Joker had given him. He smirked when he saw that it was a Batman mask. Of course. This was going to be rather fun for him.

Then Stacey managed to let out a blood-curdling scream as Crane lunged at her, now wearing the Batman mask. But what Stacey saw was a horrible monster with jagged teeth and bulging eyes that leaked blood. “Stacey you wanted the Bat? Here I am,” His voice sounded unnaturally low and unearthly like a demon from another dimension. A long tongue darted out of his mouth and licked the blood that was dripping out of his bulging eyes.

“What the hell, what the fuck’s going on?!” Stacey rambled, believing she had suddenly died and gone to hell. She tried to fight the monster off but she realized her body wasn’t responding like she would like, and she felt unnaturally weak, almost paralyzed. She cried for help and let out another chilling cry that echoed across the entire mansion.

**

The Joker heard her screams as he stomped down the hallway towards the room he and Stacey shared. He paused for a moment at the sound of her terrified cries, but he shook it off, grumbling under his breath. He let himself into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. He pulled off his gloves and his trench coat, tossing them on the bed, then made his way to the bathroom.

He turned on the sink, and threw water into his face, causing some of his makeup to melt off. He needed to feel refreshed. For some reason he felt under stress. Maybe a nice bath would calm his nerves. He turned and looked at the tub. It was still full, and the water was soapy from the bubble bath that he had given Stacey the night before. He had forgotten to drain the tub.

He turned and glared at himself angrily in the mirror. “What’s wrong with you hmm? You going soft on me? You’re starting to disgust me you know that? Letting a little bitch distract you this much is pathetic,” He scolded himself.

He smacked his lips, glaring hatefully at the scarred creature he saw in the mirror. But like night turning into day, his scars suddenly disappeared and so did his makeup and there was now a handsome angelic looking man with bright skin staring back at him with innocent chocolate eyes. “Now Joker, you don’t really think she’s a little bitch do ya?” The figure spoke to him.

The Joker jumped away from the mirror. “Jack! Damn it, god damn it I killed you!”

“Why are you letting this happen hmm? Are you really going to let that quack fry that poor little brain of hers? Do you really want her to be a robot Joker? Do you? Would you let this happen to Emma?” The mirror man spoke.

“Boy Jack you’re really determined to protect Gordon’s little brat aren’tchya?” The Joker glared at his handsome mirror self with pure malice. “What the hell. I’m awake aren’t I? Is that Crane shit really affecting me? It must be. I’m seeing things.”

“No Joker. I’m not an illusion. I’m you. Therefore you can’t get rid of me. No matter how hard you try, I’ll always be there in the back of your head, even if only a little. But I’m not going to let you destroy that poor girl. I’m not going to let you…”

The Joker suddenly roared and ripped open the medicine cabinet mirror, then slammed it several times into the wall making sure it broke. “Can’t let ya do that Jack. And you’re wrong. I can get rid of you, like I have for years! We’re not the same person little Jackie. Oh no. No, no, no, no. No way,” The Joker then laughed like a maniac, but there was almost a nervous pitch in his laughter.

He kneeled down by the bathtub and gripped his forehead, running his fingers through his hair. He continued to giggle to himself wondering if he was finally losing his marbles. He never considered himself crazy before. He only considered himself above the average human. But right now, he wasn’t so sure of his sanity. “Oh no Jack, you’re not coming back. If you think you are, that’s the greatest Joke I’ve ever heard,” He giggled apprehensively to himself.

Stacey screamed so loud that her voice was echoing through the thin walls of the old mansion and the Joker could faintly hear her cries in the background. He decided to plug his ears, as the sound was somehow annoying him. Then he reached into the tub and splashed some of the tub water onto his face, shaking it off. He flinched as a strong hand suddenly gripped his arm. Jack desperately pulled himself out of the water then grabbed the Joker by his shirt. Jack’s face was blue like he had been under water for days, and he still had bloody bullet hole wounds all over his chest. “What the H…” The Joker started.

“You think you can kill me Joker? Think again. We are one. And I can be just as ruthless as you are,” he hissed in the Joker’s face. “Do you hear that poor girl screaming huh?! Do you?” He roared in the Joker’s face.

“I do and it’s like music to my ears. Little Gordon brat getting what she deserves,” The Joker hissed back in Jack’s face.

“That stuff Crane uses can destroy her brain, if he uses too much of it, it will…”

“I don’t care!” The Joker cut him off.

“She could actually die from it,” Jack argued.

“I don’t care!!” The Joker roared. He shoved Jack away and tried to push him back down into the tub, flailing wildly, trying desperately to drown Jack again.

Jack fought back with full force, and his full body lunged out of the tub like he had teleported there out of a portal from another dimension. The Joker stumbled backwards as Jack shoved him, and then he grabbed onto him. They wrestled ruthlessly with each other, growling like a couple of wolves and banging about the bathroom. “For years I’ve sat back and watched the horror you’ve caused!” Jack bellowed. “But not this time. I’m not going to let you allow this to happen!”

“It’s already happening you pathetic fairy!” The Joker roared. “Go back to where you belong you feeble little pussy!” The Joker wrestled with Jack with all the strength he could muster. They were evenly matched.

“I’m taking over this time,” Jack growled.

“The hell you are!” The Joker roared and slammed Jack against the wall. Then Jack snaked his fingers around the Joker’s neck and began choking him.

If one were to actually witness such a scene, they would be running for the hills, because all they would actually see was a loony man having an epic battle with himself. The Joker was now choking himself then he twirled around and slammed his back against the wall. After that, he proceeded to reluctantly twirl around again then grab his own hair and pound his head into the wall. Then he gripped the back of his own neck, and forced himself over the bathroom sink. He turned on the water and plugged up the drain then forced his own head into the sink.

His other arm flailed as he attempted to drown himself then he punched himself in the gut with his other fist allowing himself to escape his own grip and pull his head out of the sink. “You’re not taking over Jack, you’re…not…taking…over!” The Joker grunted in a strained voice, sweat dripping off his forehead.

**

Doctor Crane was having a delightful time with such an attractive patient. She was now completely at his mercy as she cowered against the wall, drugged out of her mind. He continued to say menacing things to her and remind her that he was the evil Batman. All she could do was scream and flail as he groped at her with his busy hands. She was quite curvy and the perverted Doctor couldn’t stop his hands from wandering.

The Joker stumbled desperately down the hallway and kicked the door open with a heated force. He now took a combative stance in the doorway and the first thing he saw was Stacey cowering helplessly in a corner as a masked Doctor Crane groped at her goods. Crane immediately turned around at the sound of the door being violently kicked open. “I told you we needed to be left alo…”

The Joker growled furiously and lunged at Crane who could only make a squeaking noise in response. He grabbed Crane by his shirt and tore him away from Stacey. Stacey looked up with terrified eyes and all she could see was that monster that was attacking her being ripped away by an equally terrifying clown beast. The clown monster had an elongated face, swirling yellow eyes and a large devious smile accompanied with long jagged teeth. She whimpered and buried her face in her hands as she crept down into the corner and curled up in a little ball.

The Joker pushed Crane out the door and ripped his mask off. Then he backhanded him across the face, busting his lip open. Crane held his face but immediately tried defending himself. “Yes, yes I know I was touching her inappropriately, but I assure you that, that’s part of the treatment! Look I’m…”

Crane jumped as the Joker lunged at him again, gripping him roughly by his shirt and dragging him over to the flight of stairs. The Joker violently tossed him down the stairs like a bag of garbage and Crane tumbled down like a bowling ball. Crane groaned weakly as he was lying on his stomach in pain. He cupped his hand and spit up blood. “Get out!” The Joker bellowed at the top of the stairs. “Get out and take your crap with you!”

Crane dizzily picked himself up, his body shaking from shock. He continued to wipe the blood off of his mouth and looked up at the Joker in bewilderment. “Well Joker, I knew you were infatuated with her, but I didn’t know that you loved her,” Crane mocked. “I didn’t know you were capable of such passion! Unless it involved explosives of course.”

“Shut your cocky little yap and get they hell off my property,” the Joker snapped.

“Joker, you never cease to amaze me! That’s why I love coming here. You have to let me study you one of these days. I’ve just discovered a few more disorders that you possess. Multiple personality disorder combined with schizophrenia combined with obsessive-compulsive disorder. You’re also a manic-depressive and have anger issues. Is there no end to your symptoms? I swear you have every disorder ever known to man! Are you sure you don’t want me to prescribe you some medications? They might help.”

“I said shut up and get out!” The Joker roared.

“Seriously, let me study you one of these days! I’m dying to. If you just let me do some research I can…”

The Joker ignored Crane as he continued to talk, assuming his henchmen would escort the annoying ex Doctor out of his premises. Crane continued to ramble in the background, annoyingly fascinated with the Joker’s sudden outburst. What a quack that guy was.

The Joker made his way back to the room where Stacey was and quietly shut the door. Stacey was still curled up in a shivering ball in the corner and when she saw that hideous clown beast enter the room again, she whimpered like a frightened toddler and looked away again. She buried her face in her arms.

The Joker slowly walked over to her and kneeled down beside her. When he touched her Stacey let out a spine-chilling scream. “Stacey! Shush, shush! He’s gone. It’s over now.” He forced the terrified girl into an embrace. She shook like an erratic washing machine.

“Shush, shush. I’m sorry little bunny. I’m sorry,” the Joker coed in her ear, rubbing her back. Stacey could feel this ‘beasts’ friendly words, still drugged out of her mind. She looked up at him and he still looked terrifying to her, but he was also the monster that she saw rescue her from that demon who was attacking her.

Stacey suddenly lunged into the Joker, wrapping her arms around him in a crushing hug. “Please don’t let him come back and get me. Please stay here with me. I’m so scared,” She cried into his shirt. “Please don’t leave me.”

The Joker looked down at her with interest. She was actually showing him willing affection, and she didn’t want him to leave her. Sure she was still drugged out of her mind, but the Joker had to admit, he actually liked the fact that for the first time, he didn’t feel her trying to pull away from him. He quieted her again and stroked her back and hair very gently, whispering comforting words into her ear. “Don’t worry baby bunny. He wont be back. Daddy J is here. I wont let anything bad happen to my little bunny.”

The Joker felt his eye twitch. He really was going soft. God damn that Jack.

***

Ok so I am very firm on trying to keep the Joker in character. But if I want mush, that's where Jack comes in. And yes I'm not done with the Joker's background yet lol. I'm basically writing two stories at once with this. Actually I was going to write a seperate fic originally about the Joker's past, but I decided I could just add it with this one, because I found a way to tie it in with Stacey. Yes his whole past will eventually tie in with the present. I have all these scenes in my head, They play in my head like scenes from a movie and I keep thinking of new ones everyday and then I just have to write them lol. Anyway R&R and let me know If I ever make the Joker a little too mushy LOL.