Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

Eleanor awoke the next morning, feeling ill again. Just as the day before, she rolled out of bed, ran to the bathroom and threw up a few times. She coughed and cleared her throat, splashed water on her face and looked at her tired reflection in the mirror.



"I CANNOT be pregnant. I can't be. Jesus...what the hell else could go wrong." she muttered to herself.



She took a quick shower to wake herself up, then made breakfast before going into Elijah's room to wake him for school. She decided to bury her possible pregnancy in the back of her mind for now. She had other, more pressing things to think about at that moment.



She grilled some waffles in the kitchen and turned on the TV on the worktop, humming to herself as she switched on the coffee maker. The morning news bulletin came on TV, and she watched as a shot of Gotham National Bank, the very bank she used to work for, filled the screen.



"No..." she shook her head and frowned. "Don't tell me. No...not again."



She turned the volume of the TV up to hear the report.



"A substantial amount of money was stolen from Gotham National Bank last night, some time around 11pm. All security cameras in and around the bank were shot down by gunfire. The raiders were believed to be wearing clown masks to hide their identities, although it is thought that the dangerous escaped prisoner, The Joker, may have been in charge of last night's raid, or has some involvement in it. Mike Engel reporting, for Gotham Tonight."



Eleanor could have banged her head off the table, she was so pissed at what she had just heard. Obviously it was The Joker, who else could it have been, and he had been talking suspiciously on the phone to her last night anyway.



She paced the kitchen floor for a moment, before Elijah came racing through excitedly.



"Mommy, they said something about The Joker on the TV!" he giggled, obviously he had seen the news report on TV in the living room.



"I know, honey." Eleanor sighed. "Please don't say anything to anyone about him. Okay? No-one must know what we're doing. Promise me."



The kid nodded. "No problemo, mom. Can I have my waffles now?"





After taking Elijah to school, Eleanor called in sick to work again. She had to go and see The Joker and find out what exactly he was playing at, especially as he was supposed to be lying low. She drove out to the warehouse, parked her car in the wasteland, and marched up to the front door, banging on it with her fist angrily. The Chechen's dogs were barking up a storm inside.



"Let me in, you FUCKER!" she hollered, "You hear me, let me in!"



The Chechen answered the door, a cigar hanging out of his mouth as always.



"Prrrretty lady, come on in. Is therrre a prrroblem?"



Eleanor stormed inside and slammed the door behind her.



"You. And him. And all of you. Last night, Gotham bank. Don't pretend you don't know!" Eleanor shouted in the Chechen's face.



The Chechen raised his hands innocently. "Not me, I wasn't therrre! But the boss was, yes. He told me he needed the money to starrrt his new life with you and the kid."



Eleanor's mouth hung open. "You're telling me he's blaming all this shit on ME? Okay, y'know what Chech, where the hell is he? I'm gonna have it out with him myself, right now. I don't give a fuck. He can go screw himself, I fuckin' swear!"



The Chechen took his cigar out of his mouth and raised his eyebrows. "A lady in yourrrr condition needs to take it easy."



"My condition? Oh Jesus, what the fuck has he been saying now? I am not pregnant, you got that?" Eleanor was about ready to punch the wall, she was so angry with The Joker for everything. "Jack!! Get your ass down here now!"



"Jack?" The Chechen smirked. "So The Jokerrr has a name. Oh don't worrry, yourrr secrrret is safe with me, sweethearrrt."



"Just tell me where he is, or I'll go find him myself." Eleanor said, not bullshitting around.



"He should be in his rrroom. I haven't seen him this morrrning." The Chechen answered, winking at her and walking away again.



Eleanor stormed up to the next floor of the warehouse, up to The Joker's tiny little room where he slept. She didn't bother with knocking or checking to see if he was even in there, she just barged in anyway.



The room was in partial darkness, with half a dark brown curtain pulled over the tiny window. And there was The Joker, slumped in the old armchair with a blanket around him, still dressed and wearing two day old smeared facepaint, his wavy hair half in his face. Asleep. Under the armchair on the floor, lay the clown mask he had used last night during the bank robbery.



Eleanor stood quietly before him and shook her head. The intense anger she had felt just seconds before, was dying down. She immediately softened, seeing him sleeping upright in that old chair.



"Jack." she sighed.



She didn't want to wake him, he looked so tired, and she'd had no idea how long he had been asleep. Instead, she softly padded over to him and knelt down in front of him, watching him sleeping for a moment. But being a light sleeper anyway, he started to stir. He shifted around in the chair and moved his head to the other side, and Eleanor used that opportunity to rest her head on his lap. Still half asleep, he put his hands down and touched Eleanor's hair, laying his hands on her face. She smiled to herself and touched his hand with her own. The Joker woke suddenly, with a jump. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the partial light in the room, and looked down on his lap. A smile played over his scarred lips as he realised his bunny was there. She looked up at him, seeing he was awake now. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, most of his make up disappearing now.



"Bunny." he said quietly, yawning. "What are you doing here?"



"Jack...what were you thinking last night?" Eleanor sighed. "I saw it on the news. They already suspect it's you."



"Yeah, well, it's always me, isn't it." he said, not sounding too worried, stretching his arms above his head.



"But you're supposed to be lying low!" Eleanor sighed again.



"Yeah, I am! That IS me lying low. My one last little op-er-ation before I leave Gotham for good. Don't sweat it, bunny, it's all gonna be juuust fine."



"I'm worried, Jack." she slipped her hand up his chest and to his face.



"Oh Ells, this worrying gets ya nowhere. Now excuse me, but I really have to take a leak."



She sat back on the floor and let him get up, groaning to himself from feeling stiff after a night spent in that armchair. He disappeared for ten minutes, and came back looking more refreshed. He had washed his old facepaint off, had given his hair a quick wash, and freshened himself up. He looked bright and bouncy.



"So Jack...where's the money?" Eleanor asked him, as he removed the clothes he had been wearing for the last three days.



He unbuttoned his shirt and shook his head. "Not telling. Some things, YOU don't need to know."



"Why are you being like this? The Chechen said you took the money to make us a life, wherever it is we're going."



"That's right, bunny. Well, mostly. But where we're going, we'll definitely need it. Oh come on Ells, you worry too much. I have it aaaaalll under control."



"Jack. Did you kill anyone last night?"



The Joker laughed, throwing his shirt to the floor. "Would you believe me if I said no? There was no-one there at that time of night, bunny. Such a shame, I really felt the urge to shoot someone last night."



Eleanor rolled her eyes, and secretly thanked the lord in her mind that at least he hadn't had the chance to kill anyone last night.



The Joker grabbed his broken mirror and tin of facepaint from the windowsill, and started smearing white paint all over his face, under his chin and on his ears.



"So what happens now, Jack?" Eleanor asked, watching him applying his war paint.



"Oh, so many questions, Ells." he tutted, slapping the white paint roughly around his cheeks. "Y'know, we still go ahead like we talked about yesterday. Am I still on for meeting the kid today?"



"Well. Yeah, I guess so. Jesus, Jack, he saw you on the news this morning!"



The Joker sucked in his cheeks and whistled. "Oh-kay. Hmm. That's not so good. But we'll get round that."



He applied the black paint around his eyes, over his eyelids, then half heartedly daubed red paint across his lips and over his scars. There was a mix of white, black and red paint on his fingertips, and he suddenly grabbed Eleanor by the arm and pulled her close to him.



"I should really put this stuff on you too, Ells." he growled in a low voice, looking her deep in the eye, and slowly running his make up smudged fingers down her neck.



She melted in his arms, closing her eyes at the touch of his greasepaint covered fingers dragging down her delicate neck. She felt his scarred lips touching her, gently kissing her throat. She couldn't open her eyes, she didn't even want to. She had shivers all over. He held her face and kissed her lips, with the most gentle pressure. For someone who was usually as wild as a feral animal, The Joker also knew how to be gentle with Eleanor at the right time.



She ran her hands through his wavy hair and kissed him back, pushing him backwards against the wall. Taking her with him, he slid down the length of the wall and landed on his ass with a bump, pulling her into his lap and continuing what they were doing. She ran her hands over his bare shoulders and chest as they hungrily made out, his freshly applied facepaint already wiping and smearing off, onto her face. Her lips and cheeks were now smudged with red and white too.



He helped her remove the clothes she was wearing on her top half. Her jacket, her top and her lacy bra, so that she was now topless sitting astride his lap. He pulled her closer to him, so that her breasts were now against his chest. Eleanor gasped at the skin-on-skin feeling, so warm and intimate. They started to devour each other again, kissing each other more passionately than before.



The Joker reached into the pocket of his pants, and, still kissing Eleanor, pulled out a small but deadly looking little knife. He took her hand, and wrapped her fingers around the handle end. Eleanor broke from their kiss, and looked down at whatever he had just put in her hand.



"What...what am I supposed to with it?" she asked a little nervously, remembering what she had done with a knife before.



"Remember last time, Ells? I said I wanted you to hurt me. That fiiiiiine line, between pain and pleasure. That line is all very fuzzy for me. Pain is also pleasure, to me. That's the kinda guy I am, bunny. SO. You're gonna use my little pointy friend here. On me. Right HERE."



He pointed to his chest, right in the middle. "You're going to carve your initial on my chest, a nice big capital E."



Eleanor frowned. She didn't know if she could just carve something with a knife into someone's skin like that, even though it would only be a superficial wound.



The Joker smiled, knowing full well something like this would be tough for her to even think about, let alone do. He took her hand with the knife in it, and placed it on his chest. "Come on, I want you to do it. E for Ellie, right here. I WANT you to do it."



Eleanor looked in his eyes, and nodded. With his hand still holding hers over the handle, she prodded the blade into the skin on his chest, and nervously slid the blade down, slicing into his skin. The Joker drew in a deep breath as she did, and sighed. "Oh, good girl. NOW we're talkin'."



Droplets of blood ran down his chest slowly as she continued to slice the rest of the letter E into his skin. His pulse was racing, and he had closed his eyes. He groaned to himself, smiling and squirming with pleasure.



Eleanor finished, and dropped the blade on the floor. The Joker opened his eyes and looked down at her handywork. The blood dribbled down his chest, all the way down his stomach.



"I like it. Nice job for a novice!" he said, nodding his head.



He pulled her back into his lap and pushed her breasts into his bleeding chest, and started to kiss her again. She felt the warm, wet stickiness of his blood smearing over her breasts. She'd had no idea until now that something like this could actually be incredibly erotic. But it was, and she was turned on more now than she had ever been. They were both covered in the blood which was oozing from his wound, it was on their shoulders, their necks and their faces. The Joker pushed her forward, so that now she was lying on her back on the cold floor, pulled her legs apart, and sat on top of her. He hitched her skirt up, and undid the zipper of his pants. Eleanor squirmed beneath him, the anticipation almost too much. He took his manhood out of his pants and roughly speared it in her, and they both twisted and wriggled around the floor, smeared with his blood, kissing and grabbing at each other wildly.



Eleanor felt the emotion of the whole situation between her and The Joker build and build, until she could no longer hold in her tears. This was the most incredibly intense, passionate, intimate lovemaking session they had ever had, and they'd had some good times together before. The fact that she'd had the guts this time to give him the pain that he'd so desperately wanted, had brought their relationship to an even higher level now. It was almost like an ownership of each other.



The Joker saw Eleanor's tears trickling through the smudges of dried blood and his make up on her face, and he stopped for a moment. "What's the matter?"



She hook her head. "Nothing. Just...nothing. I'm overwhelmed, I guess."



Her wiped the tears away with his finger. "Hmm..." and carried on, thrusting harder and rougher, until they both exploded at almost the same time, although she was slightly before him.



They both laid in a sweating, panting, blood smeared, heap on the cold floor, and he rolled off her and onto his back. Both of them contemplating the sheer intensity of their relationship. And it was clear, even to Eleanor, that The Joker actually loved her with every part of his twisted soul. Even though he manipulated her and emotionally messed her around. Theirs was the most twisted, warped, unwise relationship, and it had just become crazier than ever before.



Eleanor knew that she couldn't help but be turned on by being drawn towards the dark side. Now she was desperate to move from Gotham, to live her new life and be with this highly dangerous, but deliciously enthralling man. He was her drug. He was her craving and her weakness. He was her sick and perverted addiction. She didn't even want to break free any more. She was happy to be his "property".