A Little Piece Of Heaven
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Adult +
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6
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2,566
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3
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I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
So no one goes nuts, my alter-ego on fanfiction.net, phoenixflamesignite, is me also...so dont think I'm ripping off someone else's story. I hate that.
2
Dear Penthouse,
I never thought it would happen to me.
That was the first thought that ran across the Joker’s mind as he pulled the car off the side of the road. He parked, and then pushed for the reverse vents to work. He threw the driver’s hat off and shook out his curly green locks. He smacked his lips a couple of times before lowering the dividing glass. He saw the unconscious girl on the floor, sprawled out in a dramatic pose.
The Joker couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at this new captive. This was Fredo Loreto’s daughter? He couldn’t see the family resemblance. Fredo was short, balding, and had a unibrow that was slowly taking over his forehead. She had long dark hair that looked like brownish-black and nearly came down to her waist, and now laying all over the floor. He remembered seeing blue eyes before hitting her with the gas. And she was tall, too! She had to be about five eleven, with that being all leg. He remembered seeing her sitting in the chair, her skirt sneaking up everytime she moved. Her skin was pale and flawless, or at least what he could see so far. But the girl was built to fit her frame.
Now he was looking at her, as she hung from a metal hook by taped hands. Joker took his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. “Time for Sleeping Beauty to wake up.” he said to his henchmen. He walked over to her and lightly started hitting her face. “Rise and shine!” Joker gave a little cruel laugh as he spoke. He watched as her eyes began to fight to open, and then blinked rapidly. Joker knew all she could see was an abandoned warehouse. Her head began snapping around and panicked sounds began coming out of her taped mouth.
“Well, hello beautiful,” the Joker sneered as her eyes locked on him and her face turn pale. He enjoyed her expression when she noticed her arms and legs where taped up and she was a few inches off the ground. “Trust me, your not going anywhere soon.”
A weak sob escaped her mouth. “What’s that?” Joker cupped his hand to his ear and leaned in. “Sorry, I can’t hear you!” with that, he ripped the tape off her mouth. She screamed slightly. Joker could tell she was trying to keep the tears away.
“All better,” he said innocently as he threw the tape away. He was expecting a plea, a cry not to kill her. Instead, what he got was:
“That hurt, you asshole!”
“There’s some fight in you. I like that.” Without warning, Joker grabbed her face and planted a big wet kiss on her lips. He had put his makeup on since getting back to the hideout and let a good part of it smeared on his hostage’s once-cleaned face. A few of his goons laughed quietly.
Joker broke the kiss to admire his handiwork, and then ran a hand through his greasy hair. “Looks good on you,” he cackled evilly. He grabbed her face again and made sure she was looking at him. “What’s your name?”
“Dominique.” Dom watched in terror as his scarred mouth said her name quietly a few times before turning his attention back to her. “And your last name?”
“Loreto.”
“Do you know,” he asked and licked his lips at the same time “…who I am?”
“The Joker...”
“And do you know what I am?”
“A fucking nutcase.”
He turned to his henchmen. “She’s so smart!” he giggled and pinched one of her cheeks.
“What do you want from me?” Dom finally spat out.
“You like to cut to the case, don’t you?” a cold shiver ran down Dom’s spine when he said the word ‘cut’. In a flash, his hand was wrapped around her throat, while the other one was holding a knife between her lips. “Do you have a problem with my scars, Dom-min-que Loreto?” he continued without her answering. “You wanna know how I got them? A long time ago, I liked this girl. A total knockout. She thought I was a freak because I always smiled at her. One day, her boyfriend pinned me down to the ground, and put a knife in my mouth. You wanna know what he said? He said, why are you always smiling at my girl. I wasn’t smiling at the time. That’s when he leaned into my ear, like this,” Joker explained and leaned toward Dominique’s ear. “And he whispered…why so serious?” he whispered. “And then he sliced my mouth open with the knife.” His breathing was rapid in her ear, until the Joker licked it, and busted out laughing
Dom felt her stomach do a 180 flip and tried not to hurl. She wanted to react with every emotion a human body to put together, but fear was paralyzing her. “Please, just tell me what you want,” she sobbed.
That’s what the Joker wanted to hear. He signaled for the hook to be lowered and watched as Dom’s feet touched the ground. Two of his henchmen took her arms off the hook. Joker watched as the exhaustion caused her to fall to her knees and groaned. He bent down to be eye level with her, noticing the tears forming in her blue eyes. “You’re going to be my little bargaining chip, Dom-ini-que.” Then his look turned vicious and he grabbed her buttoned-up shirt, and then pulled.
Fredo Loreto threw his empty bottle of whiskey at the door. His wife Trisha ducked to avoid any glass as she walked into his office. “Honey?”
“What!” he snapped harshly. He looked up from his desk, and sighed. Fredo noticed Trisha carrying a lumpy envelope. “What’s that?”
“I found it outside. I…” Trisha didn’t have time to react as Fredo used superhuman speed to run up and slap her across the face.
“You stupid cunt! This could be anything!” Trisha crawled away from him, holding her face. “Dumb bitch.” He saw that it was opened. If it was a bomb, it would have killed her by now. He tore the envelope up and saw it was a DVD, with the words Watch Me written in red marker. Fredo walked over to his TV and loaded it into the machine. He pushed play and instantly felt a load of acid cover his stomach.
The camera was shaky, but it was kept on Dominique. She was bounded with tape and lying on a dirty floor. Her school uniform was on the ground and she was wearing just a white bra, panties, knee high socks, and her shoes. Half her face was covered in red and white paint, and tears were running out of her eyes. Her cries were soft and painful.
“Isn’t she lovely?” a raspy voice asked. “So pure…and untouched.” The camera jerked away from Dominique and the ugly mug of the Joker came on screen. Trisha gasped and put her hand to her mouth. “Gotta tell ya Dad. I’ve, uh, been really been holding back on her. And if you want her back, Loreto, in the way you remember, you better do what I say.” The camera tumbled around until it was sitting on something. Joker had knelt on his knees and pulled Dominique up into his lap. The dim light made the knife the Joker was holding flashed as he brought it to Dominique’s throat. He was grabbing her head so she would look at him. Dominique was crying harder now. The Joker gently touched her face and was hushing her like someone would do a crying child. “It’s alright, sugar. Daddy’ll come help you.” Then he gave out an evil laugh right in her face. He looked back at the camera and smiled, licking his lips. “I’ll be in touch. And if you get the cops involved, kiss your little girl goodbye.” He started stroking Dominique’s hair. “Darling, do you want to say anything?” Joker asked innocently. Dominique broke down.
“PLEASE HELP ME!” then the video ended.
What do you guys think? I’m hoping I’m getting the Joker’s speech patterns right. I’ve only seen Dark Knight twice. If I get them wrong, can someone tell me so I don’t look like a total idiot? Reviews are always welcomed. And a big thanks to everyone who’s read or favorited this story. THANKS!!
2
Dear Penthouse,
I never thought it would happen to me.
That was the first thought that ran across the Joker’s mind as he pulled the car off the side of the road. He parked, and then pushed for the reverse vents to work. He threw the driver’s hat off and shook out his curly green locks. He smacked his lips a couple of times before lowering the dividing glass. He saw the unconscious girl on the floor, sprawled out in a dramatic pose.
The Joker couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at this new captive. This was Fredo Loreto’s daughter? He couldn’t see the family resemblance. Fredo was short, balding, and had a unibrow that was slowly taking over his forehead. She had long dark hair that looked like brownish-black and nearly came down to her waist, and now laying all over the floor. He remembered seeing blue eyes before hitting her with the gas. And she was tall, too! She had to be about five eleven, with that being all leg. He remembered seeing her sitting in the chair, her skirt sneaking up everytime she moved. Her skin was pale and flawless, or at least what he could see so far. But the girl was built to fit her frame.
Now he was looking at her, as she hung from a metal hook by taped hands. Joker took his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. “Time for Sleeping Beauty to wake up.” he said to his henchmen. He walked over to her and lightly started hitting her face. “Rise and shine!” Joker gave a little cruel laugh as he spoke. He watched as her eyes began to fight to open, and then blinked rapidly. Joker knew all she could see was an abandoned warehouse. Her head began snapping around and panicked sounds began coming out of her taped mouth.
“Well, hello beautiful,” the Joker sneered as her eyes locked on him and her face turn pale. He enjoyed her expression when she noticed her arms and legs where taped up and she was a few inches off the ground. “Trust me, your not going anywhere soon.”
A weak sob escaped her mouth. “What’s that?” Joker cupped his hand to his ear and leaned in. “Sorry, I can’t hear you!” with that, he ripped the tape off her mouth. She screamed slightly. Joker could tell she was trying to keep the tears away.
“All better,” he said innocently as he threw the tape away. He was expecting a plea, a cry not to kill her. Instead, what he got was:
“That hurt, you asshole!”
“There’s some fight in you. I like that.” Without warning, Joker grabbed her face and planted a big wet kiss on her lips. He had put his makeup on since getting back to the hideout and let a good part of it smeared on his hostage’s once-cleaned face. A few of his goons laughed quietly.
Joker broke the kiss to admire his handiwork, and then ran a hand through his greasy hair. “Looks good on you,” he cackled evilly. He grabbed her face again and made sure she was looking at him. “What’s your name?”
“Dominique.” Dom watched in terror as his scarred mouth said her name quietly a few times before turning his attention back to her. “And your last name?”
“Loreto.”
“Do you know,” he asked and licked his lips at the same time “…who I am?”
“The Joker...”
“And do you know what I am?”
“A fucking nutcase.”
He turned to his henchmen. “She’s so smart!” he giggled and pinched one of her cheeks.
“What do you want from me?” Dom finally spat out.
“You like to cut to the case, don’t you?” a cold shiver ran down Dom’s spine when he said the word ‘cut’. In a flash, his hand was wrapped around her throat, while the other one was holding a knife between her lips. “Do you have a problem with my scars, Dom-min-que Loreto?” he continued without her answering. “You wanna know how I got them? A long time ago, I liked this girl. A total knockout. She thought I was a freak because I always smiled at her. One day, her boyfriend pinned me down to the ground, and put a knife in my mouth. You wanna know what he said? He said, why are you always smiling at my girl. I wasn’t smiling at the time. That’s when he leaned into my ear, like this,” Joker explained and leaned toward Dominique’s ear. “And he whispered…why so serious?” he whispered. “And then he sliced my mouth open with the knife.” His breathing was rapid in her ear, until the Joker licked it, and busted out laughing
Dom felt her stomach do a 180 flip and tried not to hurl. She wanted to react with every emotion a human body to put together, but fear was paralyzing her. “Please, just tell me what you want,” she sobbed.
That’s what the Joker wanted to hear. He signaled for the hook to be lowered and watched as Dom’s feet touched the ground. Two of his henchmen took her arms off the hook. Joker watched as the exhaustion caused her to fall to her knees and groaned. He bent down to be eye level with her, noticing the tears forming in her blue eyes. “You’re going to be my little bargaining chip, Dom-ini-que.” Then his look turned vicious and he grabbed her buttoned-up shirt, and then pulled.
Fredo Loreto threw his empty bottle of whiskey at the door. His wife Trisha ducked to avoid any glass as she walked into his office. “Honey?”
“What!” he snapped harshly. He looked up from his desk, and sighed. Fredo noticed Trisha carrying a lumpy envelope. “What’s that?”
“I found it outside. I…” Trisha didn’t have time to react as Fredo used superhuman speed to run up and slap her across the face.
“You stupid cunt! This could be anything!” Trisha crawled away from him, holding her face. “Dumb bitch.” He saw that it was opened. If it was a bomb, it would have killed her by now. He tore the envelope up and saw it was a DVD, with the words Watch Me written in red marker. Fredo walked over to his TV and loaded it into the machine. He pushed play and instantly felt a load of acid cover his stomach.
The camera was shaky, but it was kept on Dominique. She was bounded with tape and lying on a dirty floor. Her school uniform was on the ground and she was wearing just a white bra, panties, knee high socks, and her shoes. Half her face was covered in red and white paint, and tears were running out of her eyes. Her cries were soft and painful.
“Isn’t she lovely?” a raspy voice asked. “So pure…and untouched.” The camera jerked away from Dominique and the ugly mug of the Joker came on screen. Trisha gasped and put her hand to her mouth. “Gotta tell ya Dad. I’ve, uh, been really been holding back on her. And if you want her back, Loreto, in the way you remember, you better do what I say.” The camera tumbled around until it was sitting on something. Joker had knelt on his knees and pulled Dominique up into his lap. The dim light made the knife the Joker was holding flashed as he brought it to Dominique’s throat. He was grabbing her head so she would look at him. Dominique was crying harder now. The Joker gently touched her face and was hushing her like someone would do a crying child. “It’s alright, sugar. Daddy’ll come help you.” Then he gave out an evil laugh right in her face. He looked back at the camera and smiled, licking his lips. “I’ll be in touch. And if you get the cops involved, kiss your little girl goodbye.” He started stroking Dominique’s hair. “Darling, do you want to say anything?” Joker asked innocently. Dominique broke down.
“PLEASE HELP ME!” then the video ended.
What do you guys think? I’m hoping I’m getting the Joker’s speech patterns right. I’ve only seen Dark Knight twice. If I get them wrong, can someone tell me so I don’t look like a total idiot? Reviews are always welcomed. And a big thanks to everyone who’s read or favorited this story. THANKS!!