The Clown And The Cat

Due to popular demand, I've decided to continue this story when I have time. I've been trying to slowly wean myself off of the Joker, because I desperately want to work on some original stuff. But the lack of time is frustrating. Also, this helps me practice my writing, even if it's silly, so feedback is greatly appreciated and constructive advice is always welcomed. Of course this Joker stuff of mine is mostly smut, but I still like constructive feedback. Dominant Joker ahead (as always) and for those of you who might think Cat Woman is out of character...well she probably is because I know more about the Joker than I do about her lol. All I know is that she was a diamond theif. But this is my version of her anyway, as she might have been after the Dark knight, where she's a young and bored single woman, just getting started in the world of crime. Read and review and I hope you enjoy. (Kink ahead. As usual don't like don't read)

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After the Joker and his men left the building that night, having completely foiled Selina’s heist, Selina was able to quickly get her costume back on and sneak out of the store before the cops arrived at the scene. She slinked her way up the side of the building, and watched the cops investigate the scene down below. She sincerely hoped that she hadn’t left any evidence of her being there.

Though part of her was secretly hoping for some sort of recognition in the news the next day. A small article about a mysterious woman in black. A tiny snippet about a possible new female cat burglar…. anything!

Instead the entire Gotham Times newspaper seemed to be loaded with pictures of the Joker and his idiot masked clown men. Selina sneered at the image of the Joker’s painted mug on the cover of the morning paper, his self-righteous grin giving her to sudden urge to hunt him down and break his nose. Not only did he ruin her entire evening by stealing her precious diamond, a planned theft that she had spent a month preparing for, he stole her thunder as well!

Selina crumbled up the paper and shoved it aside on her desk, muttering obscenities to herself, then took a sip of her coffee. As the scorching cappuccino touched her lips she had an abrupt vision of running back to the Starbucks next door and throwing the coffee in the cashier’s face, then laughing while she watched his skin melt off. That would teach him for making her coffee so goddamned hot! She also had a fleeting thought about suing them over her burnt lips, but then she remembered how much she hated lawyers, especially thanks to her crappy job.

“SELINA!” Selina’s hot coffee almost went flying out of her hand as her boss’s irritating voice pierced her eardrums.

Speaking of her crappy job.

She flinched as a stack full of papers were dropped on her desk in front of her, creating a slight breeze that blew back her long blond hair. Her green eyes looked up to see a strikingly tacky yellow polka dot tie that clashed horrendously with the gray suit that the owner was wearing. You’d think a lawyer would know how to dress. She suppressed a catlike hiss, and forced a fake smile as her gaze traveled upwards to meet a pair of beady eyes, staring down at her irritably behind two large bifocal lenses. “Is…is something wrong Mr. Smith?” Selina asked in her most submissive and pleasant voice possible.

“Oh Gee, I dunno,” Mr. Smith said sarcastically. His bald head reminded Selina of a plucked chicken. His overall demeanor reminded her of an anti social nerd, whose only trips to the outside world involved Star Trek conventions and Dungeons and Dragons meetings. Of all the handsome lawyers in Gotham, she had to get stuck with the most unattractive one possible, and annoying to boot. His voice alone was enough to give her the female equivalent of a negative boner. And to top it off, he was creepy.

When she had first started her legal secretary job, Selina knew her boss was coming onto her. The way he would ogle her made her want to puke up her intestines. But when she had made it quite clear that she had no interest in him outside of work, and that she wasn’t about to lower her standards just to get a promotion (she wasn’t that kind of girl after all) his behavior around her went from warm and friendly, to cold and demanding, and downright crass. She hated him. She hated his guts. This puny little troll of a man with his annoying voice, slave driving ways and ridiculous polka not ties. Even his name was incredibly bland. Mr. Smith. Bah.

“Hello? Hellloooo! Earth to Selina Kyle!” Mr. Smith snapped his fingers in front of her to get her attention. Apparently she had drifted off into a daydream again while her boss was lecturing her. “Typical,” her boss said nastily. “You don’t give a damn about this job do you?”

‘Of course I don’t you annoying little slug.’

“Of course I do sir,” Selina forced herself to say, going against her malicious thoughts.

“Bull!” Her boss snapped furiously, his face going red and now reminding Selina of a painted Easter egg. “You waltz in here anytime you damn well please. You’ve been getting in later, and later everyday. You take longer lunches than you’re supposed to…yeah don’t think I don’t notice. You try to do as little as possible, and you half ass the work that you do, do. I’ve had half a mind to fire you many times before, but God knows why you’re still here!” Her boss fumed.

He picked the papers up off of the desk again. “You see these documents? Do you know the trouble you’ve caused me today? These were supposed to be done two days ago. You promised me they’d be finished in time. Promised! And I’ve come to find you haven’t even started on them!” Selina jumped a little as he slammed the papers back down on the desk. “Do you know how ticked off our clients are? Do you even care?”

“Of course I do sir,” Selina said robotically, praying that he would shut up soon so that her eardrums would stop bleeding.

Her boss let out a heavy sigh. “ I don’t know why I keep you around,” he shook his head. “I must be too nice a guy.”

“Ha,” Selina let slip without thinking. Oops.

“Excuse me?”

“Um, uh,” Selina fumbled with her words. Half of her brain was still thinking about that failed heist, and the fact that if it wasn’t for that damned clown she’d be halfway to the Caribbean right now with her newfound riches. She was also dead tired from not getting any sleep so her brain wasn’t up to speed. She watched as her boss’s red face transformed to an even deeper shade of crimson.

“You…” he fumed. “Have the gall to give me that attitude when your job is in jeopardy like this? Wow. You really are a stupid blond aren’t you?”

Selina glared at the troll like little man, and it took every ounce of strength she had to not lunge at him and scratch his eyes out. That comment was the last straw. She laughed a little, trying to keep her temper in check, and she gathered the papers up in her hands. “You…you know what Mr. Smith?” she said calmly. “If you needed these papers to be done so badly, you could’ve done them yourself you know. Or were you too busy jacking off to your cartoon porn again? You know, that shit that looks like Sailor Moon, but X rated?”

Mr. Smith’s eyes went wide. “Oh yes, I know,” Selina said with a sly smile. “Yes I did go through your drawers when you weren’t here. I saw your anime porn. Can’t even get it up for real people can you?” she scoffed. “Yes it was I who stole your favorite pens, and your stapler. I even pissed in your coffee mug,” Mr. Smith’s eyes went even wider. “Relax. I was joking. I’m too much of a lady to piss in a mug. Besides. You’d think I’d even go near anything that you’ve touched with your disgusting lips?”

Selina’s chair made a screeching noise as she violently pushed it behind herself, and abruptly stood up with the papers in her hands. “You annoying little gremlin!” she hissed. “You wanna know what I really think of you and this shitty job?!”

With that she fiercely ripped apart the documents, like an angry cat ripping apart a pillow with its claws. Shreds of paper flew everywhere as Selina had a complete mental breakdown. Mr. Smith even backed away from her, letting her throw her tantrum. When she was done, pieces of the documents were scattered all around the room, the fan on Selina’s desk having blown them in many different directions almost making it look like it was snowing inside.

Selina’s entire body quaked, still feeling a little unsure of herself, as the man before her just stood there with his mouth agape. Of course she knew that at that very moment he was now her former boss. But as debris from the shredded documents landed on his stunned bald head, Selina could do nothing but stifle a laugh. It felt good to be free. But there was only one problem now. Finding another job….or pulling another heist and actually succeeding.

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Selina walked into her modest little one bedroom apartment with a miserable look on her face. Her bleached blond hair was curled and hanging down to her shoulders. She bore a form fitting sparkly red top, and an extremely short jean skirt that barely covered her panty clad bottom. She was wearing red stiletto heels that were incredibly uncomfortable and hard to walk in.

She slammed her door shut with a heavy sigh, and trudged over to her couch where she proceeded to plop down. She took the money out of her change purse and began counting it. The amount was pathetic. She hoped to God she would be able to make her rent payment this month.

It had already been a week since she had been fired from her job due to her little meltdown. And she was in no hurry to find another real job anytime soon. But she had already been living on paycheck to paycheck, and now she was unemployed. Her thoughts drifted to her cat suit hanging in her closet, and the severe beating her ego suffered from the Joker that night. How could she let that clown get the best of her? Sure he was the most feared man in Gotham, but she was…Catwoman!

Who no one even knew anything about yet…and probably wouldn’t care about, especially with someone like the Joker on the loose. After he had escaped from Arkham (again) a few months ago, the entire city went into a panicked frenzy and the mayor even ordered a curfew. All civilians had to be indoors after midnight until the Joker was caught. Of course bars and clubs counted as being indoors. Civilians just weren’t allowed to walk the streets after twelve A.M.

This didn’t seem to apply to the red light district however, or at least this is what Selina assumed having just returned from there. She noticed a surprising lack of police activity in that area, except for the occasional off duty cop who showed up to get his own fix. Pigs.

Not that Selina had decided to become a prostitute. Never. She considered that beneath her. But she did disguise herself as one that night to get a little extra cash. She had stood out on the streets along with the other girls (who were mostly high on some sort of drug) and she waited there for some sucker to pick her up. She waited, and passed up most of the ones that gave her an unsettling feeling, until some nerdy looking man dangled a wad of cash out of his window, his face looking harmless enough.

‘Most serial killers look harmless,’ Selina had thought to herself. Still, she had gotten in his car anyway and once he had taken her to a secluded area where they could…do business, Selina used her skills to knock the man out cold, and then went through his wallet. Unfortunately, she had picked the wrong guy that night. He barely had anything on him at all, and the wad of cash he had dangled out of his window turned out to be mostly ones. Bastard.

Still, at least she had gained a couple hundred bucks that night. She was just hoping for much more. From now on she’d only let the guys with the nice cars pick her up. Guys who drove Rolls Royces and Mercedes.

“What am I doing? What in the hell am I doing God damn it?” Selina suddenly spoke out loud with a despondent groan. Why wasn’t she out in her suit, planning another big heist? Why waste her time on desperate losers looking to get laid?

Her eyes wandered to her coffee table, where a Joker card stared back at her menacingly, and it was almost as if it were laughing at her. Cackling at her and mocking her just like the Joker himself had done. Why had she kept his card anyway? It’s not like he even had a number on the thing. It was just a regular old Joker card. And why in God’s name would she keep a card from her rapist?

Yes, he had raped her! And shot a man right in front of her eyes! Granted that asshole deserved it, but still…The Joker was a killer. A cold blooded killer who had raped her, and violated her and completely damaged her ego! And blew a mans brains out inches away from her face…an image that had bothered Selina far more than she would ever dare to admit. She was no killer. Just a naughty little thief who craved excitement in her life.

The Joker was a mass murdering terrorist, and he had raped her…and yet that incident was the closest to a man that Selina had gotten in a very long time. And with that thought, she suddenly felt extremely depressed.

She leaned forward and grabbed the Joker card off the table, then crumbled it up in her hands and threw it across the small room, letting it bounce off her broken old television set. She tossed her purse on the coffee table and sank down into her ratty old love seat. There were rips all over the small sofa from where her cat Socrates decided to sharpen his claws. Of course he always seemed to enjoy using her possessions over the scratching posts she bought for him.

She sat there in silence for a moment and let the deep city racket from outside her window, lull her into an unusual sense of serenity. She lived in a pretty rundown neighborhood, where poor people gathered in flocks and drug addicts pulled off their late night deals. She heard a siren go by. Not uncommon. She heard at least three of them go by her apartment each night.

She heard her neighbors upstairs arguing again.

‘I swear to God I’m gonna blow your brains out one of these days you fucker! While you sleep!’

“Just try it bitch, you’d be doing me a favor!’

Selina rubbed her temples. If it wasn’t her neighbors upstairs having a shouting match, it was the crazy old man next door, shouting at the invisible mole people who always seemed to be tormenting him.

Now she listened to the clock in her kitchen ticking, and the dripping of her leaky faucet. She’d have to tell her cranky old bat of a landlady to get that fixed soon. She leaned over and undid the straps on her high heels, then pulled them off, looking around the room for her cat. Where was Socrates anyway? “Socrates? Here kitty, kitty,” she called in a baby voice while making kissing noises. Her cat usually greeted her as soon as she got in the door, so his absence was unusual.

Selina let out an intense yawn, and hoisted herself up off the couch, then toddled laboriously over to her kitchen and indolently opened up one of her cupboards. She pulled out a bottle of merlot along with a wine glass, and set them on the counter. She idly yanked open one of her drawers and pulled out a bottle opener. She grunted as she had a bit of trouble popping off the cork, then she languidly poured herself a glass, setting the bottle back down with a heavy thump.

She took a sip and closed her eyes, feeling the cheap wine slip down her throat. “Socrates?” she called again.

“Aren’tchya gonna pour me a glass too kitten?”

Selina dropped her glass at the sound of his deep sinister voice, and it shattered on her kitchen floor, the red wine spilling out over her recently mopped tile. She swiftly twirled around, only to come in rough contact with a tall figure clad in purple, a green vest peeking out from underneath a long trench coat. And then that familiar, tormenting laugh that Selina had only heard a week ago, echoed boisterously throughout the room. Bouncing off the kitchen walls, it was like knives piercing her eardrums.

Selina glared up at his painted face, her upper lip curling in disgust at the sight of his yellow teeth grinning down at her like a demonic Cheshire cat. “You!” she growled through clenched teeth.

“Me!” The Joker mimicked with a cackle, and advanced on her forcefully, grabbing both of her arms and pinning her hard against her kitchen counter. Selina grunted at the feeling of the counter’s edge jabbing into her lower back.

“Get off of me!” Selina roared, and she managed to knee him hard in the groin, causing him to let go of her. He let out a masculine groan and grabbed his crotch, still snickering hard.

It only took a second for the pain in his groin to subside, and he clicked his tongue at her, shaking his head in apparent disapproval. “Bad kitty! What did I tell you hmm?” he waggled a finger at her. “Oh what in the world am I going to do with you?”

Selina felt the blood rush to her cheeks in mad fury. Without thinking, she grabbed the bottle of wine off the counter and hurled it at her intruder with violent force. The Joker’s eyes widened in amusement, and he jumped to his right, the bottle barely missing him and shattering on the wall behind him. Now Selina had red merlot dripping down her wall as well. It would most likely stain. “Dammit!” Selina yelled.

“Now, now kitten. Calm down. We don’t want the neighbors calling the cops and reporting a domestic disturbance now do we?” The Joker cackled mockingly, and then advanced on her again. Selina kicked and flailed at him, but he managed to pin her against the counter once more. She tried aiming for his groin again, but he managed to block her leg with his own. “Ah, ah,” The Joker scolded in a mock tone. “Now kitty, I know allll about women’s self defense courses, and what they teach ya. I know all about the little moves you dames try to pull,” he snickered. “Why would I need to know about women’s self defense you ask? Well a guy like me has gotta be prepared. Ya never know when one of your little victims might try out those ball busting moves. Can’t have her getting away now can I?”

Selina aggressively tried to twist her away out of his grasp, frantically coiling her body in all ways that were possible, trying to wiggle her way to freedom. “Let go! Let go of me!” she growled.

The Joker chortled at her failed attempts to release herself from his strong hold. “Awww look at you. Look at how hard you’re trying to fight me. It’s so adorable,” he giggled.

“Fuck you!” Selina spat.

“Language,” the Joker scolded in a serious voice.

“Arrrgggruuuughhh!!!” Selina howled, still trying with all her might to get out of his hold so she could tear him to shreds.

The Joker, of course, only laughed again in response. “What the heck was that? Was that even human language?” he suddenly picked her up like a feather, and set her bottom down on the counter. He forced her legs apart so that they didn’t have access to his balls, and pressed his hips firmly between her legs. He kept her arms pinned helplessly down to her sides, and her head rested against her kitchen cupboard. “Safer up here kitten. Wouldn’t want those little stocking covered feet of yours stepping in glass now would we?” he snickered, his face inches away from her own.

“How…how in the hell did you get in here?” Selina hissed, slightly out of breath from her mad struggling. Her teeth were still clenched, and her face was crimson. Her green eyes glared at him with all the malice she could muster.

Selina growled as the Joker snickered some more. The bastard never stopped laughing! “Why…up the alley ladder and into your bedroom window of course,” the Joker said matter-of-factly. “You seriously need to consider getting some better locks on that window baby doll. Especially in a neighborhood like this,” he giggled.

“And of course, my fucked up, dumb ass neighbors didn’t even see you did they?” Selina hissed.

“There’s that potty mouth again,” the Joker tsked. “I don’t like it when a woman curses. It’s not very lady like.”

Selina’s eyes suddenly enlarged, as she remembered something. “Socrates!”

“Was a Greek philosopher,” the Joker finished her sentence for her with another snicker.

“My cat!” Selina hissed angrily. “Where’s my cat you sick bastard?! You didn’t kill him did you?!” She wailed in a panicked voice.

The Joker gave her a funny look. “You named your cat Socrates?”

“Where is he?” She yelled in a low growl through gritted teeth.

“Nice impression of batsie there,” the Joker cackled. “The fur ball is fine. He merely hissed at me when he saw me crawl through the window and then he bolted under your bed, and he’s been hiding there ever since. Not much of a guard cat. That’s why I’ve always preferred dogs myself,” he smacked his lips, and leaned in closer to her face. “Until I met you. The prettiest kitty I’ve ever seen.”

Selina flinched, and she felt the back of her head hit the cupboard as the Joker suddenly pressed his lips firmly against hers. He still held both of her arms in a vice like grip, and his hips were still forced between her legs. “Mmmff, mmmff!” Selina made muffled noises, as his tongue violated her mouth against her will. All she could do was kick her legs pathetically, and slam her fist against the counter as he raped her mouth with his own.

She tried biting down on his tongue, but he only kissed her harder. It was almost painful as he smashed his face against hers. When he finally pulled away from her, she made a face like she had just experienced the most disgusting thing in her life, and spit out the saliva that he had left in her mouth. The Joker sniggered at her expression. “What’s the matter puddin’? I thought we hit it off quite well on our little date last week!”

“You raped me you son-of-a-bitch!”

“If that’s what you wanna call it,” the Joker chuckled. “But if I remember correctly, your little pussy was quite wet when I slipped it inside of ya. I mean…you were seriously enjoying yourself! Ha!” he leaned in close to her face again, his dark eyes staring into her green ones. “I’ve never even had the little whores I’ve fucked, get that wet with me. And they’re pros,” he chuckled. “But you…you’re legit. You were genuinely excited. I like that.”

“You’re out of your god damned mind clown!” Selina scoffed.

“Am I?” said the Joker, grinning at her and displaying his yellow teeth again. “So why did you keep my card hmm? Saw it on your table over there sweetheart.”

“Evidence for the cops. And haven’t you ever heard of a dentist you creep?” Selina spat, and then tried struggling again.

“Oooh so feisty. That’s one thing I like about you. You just can’t stand that I’m stronger than you, can ya?” The Joker mocked, and enjoyed watching her put so much effort into merely trying to escape from him. “And yet you love it at the same time. You love that I’m stronger than you, and can handle you, and put you in your place don’tchya?”

“Why are you here, you lunatic? Don’t you have something to blow up? What do you want from me?!” Selina yelled.

“Awww, shush, shush,” the Joker cooed, stroking her hair. “What kind of guy do you take me for? You think I’m the kinda guy who just boinks a lady a never calls back? Oh no, no, no sweetheart. I may be the most feared man in Gotham, but I’m also a gentle-man. Betchya didn’t see that coming did ya?”

“You’re an escaped mental patient is what you are! A fucked up psychopath! What world are you living in? Seriously?!”

“Whatever world I’m living in…you’re in it too now kitten,” the Joker coed. “Now give daddy a kiss.” He leaned in to give her another sloppy kiss, only for Selina to slap him hard across the face with her free arm. The Joker’s head whipped to the side, but instead of laughing this time, he only glared at her seriously…dangerously. Selina’s stubborn personality would never allow her to admit it, but at the Joker’s deadly stare she felt her heart skip a beat. She had to remember what this man was capable of. He could seem like a harmless, cackling, lighthearted clown one second, and a dangerous cold-blooded killer the next.

“Not wise kitten,” The Joker said tersely, and Selina yelped as he suddenly yanked both of her arms behind her back, and held both of her wrists together with one hand. “But you’ll soon learn,” she gasped as his other gloved hand groped her right thigh hard, and he brought his mouth up to her ear. “Who the boss is.”

She sucked in her breath as she felt his warm, wet tongue slither into her ear, and his gloved hand made its way up under her skirt and stroked her inner thigh. She felt the rubbery material of his glove kneading her skin, dangerously close to her pussy. She felt herself shuddering, both from fear, and an unwanted gush of arousal. She felt her breathing quicken as his thumb very, very lightly passed over her panty covered pussy lips.

She decided to keep her eyes open, and she peeked over his large purple clad shoulder to focus on the ceiling fan above. She focused on the dim light on the fan, and watched the blades spin, creating shadows on the kitchen walls. She did this to get her mind off of the fact that there was a psychopathic clown molesting her in her own kitchen. She refused to give in to her bodily urges.

“I know you like this kitten,” the Joker purred in her ear, and Selina felt goose bumps forming on her skin as his scarred mouth sucked on her neck. “You’re a lonely little thing aren’t ya? Well I’ll let you in on a little secret sugar. I have needs myself.”

Selina felt herself inadvertently quaking as he ran his tongue gently over the nape of her neck. She felt her body start to relax, and submit to him. No. She had to stop this. “St..stop,” she breathed. He continued to suck, and she continued to shudder. “Stop,” she said more firmly. “Stop or I’m calling the cops!” Selina heard her voice say, and immediately realized how ridiculous that sounded.

The Joker pulled away from her, and by the look on his face Selina assumed that he also found that threat to be rather ridiculous. “Yeah, you do that kitten,” the Joker chuckled. “And enjoy telling them how you stole that losers wallet earlier this evening while disguising yourself as a little prostitute.”

Selina’s eyes widened. “You….”

“Yes I know,” the Joker cut her off. “Little kleptomaniac aren’t ya? Or just too lazy to stick with a real job? Either way you’re a bad girl kitten, and I think daddy’s gonna have to teach you another lesson.”

“You god damned stalker creep!” Selina yelled, and managed to free one of her wrists from his grasp, but he immediately pinned her arm down again with his other hand, his grip on her arm so tight she was afraid he’d cut off her circulation.

“Now you listen to me kitten,” The Joker said in a low growl, a voice that was much less playful than before. Playtime was over, and now it was time to get serious. Selina felt a chill run up her spine. And then, to her annoyance, a gush of warm fluid rush to her vulva. What the hell was wrong with her? “They say I’m a man who lives in this world without rules. Well…I can say they’re right about that. But…” he put emphasis on the T. “I do however, believe in rules for my woman. And I have to warn you kitten, that I’m very strict with my woman. So, better you learn sooner rather than later.”

Selina blinked in astonishment. “Are you on crack?” she scoffed. “What drugs were they pumping in you at that nut house? I am not, nor will I ever be your woman!” she spat.

“I expected a stubborn response from you,” the Joker snickered. “But you are my woman kitten. You were my woman from the very moment I claimed you in that jewelry store last week. You just didn’t know it yet,” he licked his lips, and glared at her like a hungry animal. “And one thing I don’t want…is my woman walking around the red light district at night, being ogled at by a bunch of pathetic losers. I don’t like it. Not. One. Bit.”

His gloved hand gripped her face, squeezing her cheeks and forcing her lips to pucker out. “Understand?”

Selina immediately spat in the Joker’s face, her spit spraying right in his eyes. The Joker stood there for a moment with his eyes shut, and an annoyed expression. The he ran his sleeve over his eyes, wiping off her spit and rubbing off a tiny bit of makeup. He shook his head and chuckled mirthlessly. Then he grabbed both of her arms in a painful crushing grip, and leaned into her face to where their noses were touching. “You know what happens to baby kittens who disrespect their masters?”

Selina yelped as he effortlessly hoisted her up over his shoulder, and carried her out of her kitchen. He stepped on the broken glass along the way, hearing it crunch beneath his shoe. “Now kitten, look at the mess you’ve made,” he tsked. “You’re gonna have to clean this all up, understand?”

Selina squealed and pounded hard on his back. The floor below her seemed like an epic journey away. If he dropped her, she could land on her head and break her neck. She often forgot how small she really was, and this annoying clown was a tall behemoth. “Put me down asshole!” she screamed. “Help!” she wailed, hoping that her neighbors would hear. Of course, she knew they wouldn’t do anything about it. Domestic violence was a common occurrence in her apartment building, and the neighbors never wanted to get involved, especially if the man in the couple happened to be a mobster.

He carried her over to her small living room and set her down on her feet. She immediately started pounding hard on his chest, and once again attempted to kick at his lower areas. The Joker let out an exasperated sigh, as her attempts to maul him were starting to get a little annoying. “Hey. Calm down,” he ordered, as she felt like a squirming fish in his fingers. “Knock it off. I’m not playing kitten,” he warned. She managed to slip one of her thin arms out of his grasp for a moment, and she socked him hard in his lower abdomen.

The Joker grunted, then growled. Selina felt a painful pull on her scalp as the Joker abruptly grabbed a chunk of her hair, nearly lifting her up off the ground. She winced at the feeling of pain on her tender scalp. “I said calm down right now!!!” the Joker roared in her face so loud, there was no question that Selina’s neighbors had to hear. Hell, the neighbors five blocks down had to hear that!

Selina immediately stopped struggling, and gazed up at him with a stunned expression. He could feel her quivering, and the look in his eyes would have scared away a grizzly bear. He had once again put the tigress in her place. When it was clear she had calmed down, his expression softened. “That’s better.”

He released his grip on her hair, and Selina’s flushed face glared at him with the expression of a disgruntled defeated warrior. The Joker smirked, and pulled her closer. He could still feel her resisting, and Selina yelped as he gave her bottom a hard slap over her jean skirt. She immediately felt another gush of warm fluid rush to her pussy, at the feeling of the sting going through her clothing and creating a tingling sensation on her bottom. She closed her eyes, and her lips parted, resulting in an involuntary look of pleasure on her face.

The Joker chuckled, knowing the expression of an aroused woman all too well. “See kitten? I knew you were kinky.”

Selina’s eyes suddenly shot open again, and glared at the Joker like two green daggers. “Don’t give me that look,” the Joker chuckled. “Why don’t you set aside your miserable feminist beliefs and actually accept the fact that you’re enjoying this?”

“Fuck off clown,” Selina hissed, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was actually wet. She considered checking herself into the nut house after this. If she actually lived through this that is. Would he kill her, or did he just want her as a toy for the night? Did the Joker even go around murdering women in their apartments?

She squeaked as he slapped her bottom again, harder. “I’m gonna spank your little bottom kitten. Hard. And I know you’re gonna like it otherwise you wouldn’t keep provoking me like this, now would you?”

Selina only growled some more. “You half witted retard. If they dropped you on your head as a baby, you must have been delivered at the top of Mount Everest!”

“See?” The Joker chuckled. “And whose supposed to be the Joker here hmm? Well you asked for it kitten.” With that he picked her up and plopped her over his lap. She struggled, and snarled, and muttered obscenities as he pinned her face down over his strong thighs. She felt annoyingly small and helpless over his lap, and she pathetically kicked her legs as he slowly pulled up her jean skirt, revealing her ‘Hello Kitty’ panties underneath. The Joker laughed heartily at the sight of her childish panties, and gently patted her bottom. “Aww kitty. How old are you? Six?”

“Screw off,” Selina hissed. “I like cats alright?”

The Joker laughed harder. “That’s pretty obvious baby kitty. Well just so you know…I think they’re incredibly sexy. I like a woman who can maintain some of her…innocence,” he leaned over so her face was closer to her ear. “And right now, I’m gonna treat you as if you actually were six years old kitten…because you need to be put in your place,” he rubbed her bottom some more. “Don’tchya?”

She felt another involuntary gush of warm fluid drain into her panties. “Does it even matter what I say?” Selina sighed heavily, finally accepting defeat.

“No, not really,” the Joker chuckled, patting her bottom and enjoying watching it jiggle beneath her girlish pink and white panties. “But I will enjoy hearing you say ‘yes sir.’ And that time will come.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Selina grumbled.

“Oh…you will. If you know what’s good for you,” the Joker warned. He stuck his gloved finger into the waistband of her panties, and rubbed it across the top of her bottom, teasing her. “You’ve been a bad little girl kitten,” he snickered.

He slowly started tugging down her panties, and Selina felt the cool air of the room come in contact with her exposed bottom. As the Joker tugged her panties down further, Selina could feel them sticking to her pussy from her obvious wetness. She felt cold air touching her drenched vulva now, as the Joker pulled her panties down to her knees.

Selina felt another tingle down there, as the Joker ran a gloved finger lightly up her right thigh and up over her right bottom cheek. Then he rested his elbows on the small of her back for a moment, and he pulled off his gloves, tossing them aside on the floor. He liked feeling skin on skin. His bare hand now groped her bare bottom, and his fingers trailed down to her thighs where he spread them open a little.

“Mmmhmmm,” he murmured as he gazed at her wet pussy, letting her know that he had expected her to be this aroused all along. “Look at that wet little thing, just aching for its master’s touch,” he chuckled. “But she’s not gonna get it tonight. Because daddy’s gotta teach her a lesson.”

She felt his hand raise and it came crashing down on her vulnerable bottom with a loud ‘smack!’ She could feel him drooling at her nakedness, and at the sight of her bare cheeks jiggling from the impact. He groped her backside again, enjoying feeling the tight bottom of a woman who obviously worked out daily. “You’ve been a very naughty girl kitten,” he scolded. “Wandering the streets at night. Letting other men look at you in this slutty little outfit. No other men are allowed to look at my kitten like that…unless they want their eyeballs ripped out of their sockets.” He said gravely, and Selina knew that he actually meant that literally.

‘SMACK!’

“Ah!” Selina inadvertently hollered, as his hand came crashing down on her bottom again with unexpected brute force. The collision of his hand to her bottom actually caused her entire body to scoot forward a little.

“And my baby kitten has to learn.”

‘SMACK!’

“To obey her new master.”

‘SMACK!’

“Or she’ll be spanked. Hard.”

‘SMACK!’

“Every time!”

“Eeee!” Selina squeaked as he began spanking her ardently, with a rapid speed. The Joker admired how her creamy white skin transformed to a light pink, and then to a dark crimson in a manner of minutes.

“Mmmm. Red’s one of my favorite colors,” the Joker purred, and thought it was quite cute how it now looked like she had sat her bottom down in red paint.

“Stop! Stop dammit!” Selina growled, flailing her arms and legs and trying to get away, behaving as though she hated being spanked. But her wet pussy told a different story.

“No,” said the Joker. “Not until my kitten has learned her lesson. And also because…my kitten doesn’t want me to stop yet does she?” he giggled.

“Grrrrrr!!” Selina growled, and tried clawing away from him again. But the Joker easily held her in place, and wrapped one of his legs around both of hers, trapping both of them together.

“Grrrrr back!” the Joker mimicked her and laughed, then proceeded spanking her already incredibly sore behind.

He spanked her until she stopped struggling from pure exhaustion, and she now just lay there in submission, making small noises here and there as she allowed the Joker to continue wailing away on her tender bottom. Her sweaty face was nestled in the sofa under a mop of ratty bleached blond hair. It was at this point that the Joker finally stopped spanking, giving her poor bottom a much needed break.

“See baby kitten? If you just give in I might go a little easier on you,” he snickered. “Maybe.”

He began rubbing the sting out of her bottom, and his fingers trailed down over her pussy, lightly brushing the lips along the way. Selina inadvertently lifting her bottom to his touch, and the Joker raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Just as I thought kitten,” he purred. “You’re leaking more than your broken faucet over there,” he chuckled.

He tickled her pussy very lightly with his finger some more, and Selina couldn’t stop herself from moaning at his touch. Damn him!

“Let’s take this to the bedroom kitten, shall we?” he cooed, and rubbed her inner thighs. Selina only moaned again in response. She Joker grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Selina groaned as he suddenly lifted her up off of his lap. Then he stood up himself, towering over her diminutive frame then lifted her up in his arms like a baby. Selina was panting heavily, and cursing herself within. She was disappointed in herself for somehow becoming aroused by the act of being violated by a psychopathic clown.

The Joker carried her into her bedroom, where a small lamp on her nightstand was on, creating a dim glow throughout the room. She made a strange animal noise as he dropped her down on her bed, then pounced on top of her, pinning her helplessly on her back. There was a cat theme throughout her room. A ticking cat clock on her wall. A cat lamp. A bed comforter with cat designs all over it. The Joker chuckled at this, and whispered in her ear. “I hate to break it to you kitten. But you’re not a real cat.”

“Shut up,” Selina panted.

The Joker giggled, then pressed his lips against her neck. Selina gasped as he planted butterfly kisses all along her sensitive skin. Her hand subconsciously wandered down to her exposed crotch, her panties having fallen to her ankles. But the Joker immediately grabbed her wrist and pinned it up over her head. “Don’t you dare kitten,” he scolded. “You’re still being punished.”

If it were possible, Selina felt her vagina become even wetter at the sound of the Joker’s commanding voice. She fidgeted at the feeling of his other hand sneaking its way down to her inner thighs, gently stroking them and teasing her privates, driving her mad. His warm lips kissed her ear. “You want release kitten?” he uttered softly.

Selina slowly nodded, biting her lip and swallowing her pride, her eyes closed and her face flushed in arousal. “Then you have to tell me,” the Joker purred. “In words. Do you want release baby kitten?”

“Y-yes,” Selina moaned.

The Joker smiled smugly to himself. “Then you will get it,” he whispered, licking her ear. “But not tonight.”

He pulled himself off of her, and stared down at her with a devilish grin. Selina blinked up at him with a confused look. “W-what?”

“You heard me kitten,” said the Joker. “Like I said, you’re still being punished.” He hopped off of her bed, causing her mattress to jiggle. “And right now, daddy’s gotta jet.”

Selina sat up herself, glaring at him spitefully. “Where are you going?” she growled.

“Oooh now you don’t want me to leave do you?” the Joker chuckled. “Sorry baby, but I’ve got places to be, buildings to blow up. Bats to torment. But don’t think I won’t be back here,” he winked.

“Where the hell are you going now?” she hissed.

“Patience doll,” he adjusted his clothes, then leaned down and stroked her face. “You wanna be my woman?” Selina glared at him, but didn’t answer. “Oh I know you want me. Don’t try to deny it,” he cackled.

“You’re insane.”

“And you love it,” he grinned. “You wanna be my date tomorrow night?”

Selina gave him a baffled look. “Date to what? A drive by shooting?”

The Joker chortled. “Drive by shooting? I ain’t a part of the bloods or the crypts doll face,” he reached into his trench coat and pulled out another Joker card, then handed it to her.

She took the card and glared at it, then back at him. “Not another stupid card! How many of these stupid things do you carry on you?”

“Flip it over beautiful,” said the Joker. She did so, and there was an address written on the back. “Meet me there tomorrow night. Ten P.M sharp. Show up on time and you’ll be rewarded. Show up late and there will be consequences,” he said gravely. “Understand?”

“What if I don’t want to be your woman?” Selina hissed. “What if I decide not to show up? What do you think I am, your newfound plaything? I don’t think so bub!”

The Joker shrugged. “Up to you kitten. You wanted excitement? Here’s your chance. Be a good girl and show up and you won’t regret it,” he licked his lips. “Be a bad girl, and I don’t think you’ll like the results. Or knowing you, maybe you will,” he cackled. “Or you could always move to another city, and file a restraining order against men with painted faces,” he leaned over and tickled her chin. “But I don’t think you want that do ya?”

He laughed himself over to her window, and Selina glowered at him as he yanked it open. “What did you do with my diamond anyway?” she hissed.

The Joker turned back at her. “You’re still hung up about a shiny rock?”

“I needed that!” she barked. “Look at this dump I’m living in! That was my ticket out of this crap joint!”

“Hmmm,” said the Joker. “You know if you’re hard up for money, you could always ask daddy for help princess,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

Selina scoffed. “Just get lost.”

The Joker laughed as he slipped one leg out of her window. “Don’t forget doll. Tomorrow night, ten P.M. Or else,” he reminded her. “Oh. And wear that cute cat suit too,” He slipped out the window, then kneeled down and peeked back in at her. “Lock this window after I leave. And for Christ’s sake get a better lock. In fact I better see a better lock on this thing next time I visit,” he warned, and then shut the window and proceeded to climb back down the alley ladder. Selina could her him cackling along the way. Lord knows what the hell he was laughing at this time.

Selina had half a mind to rip the card to shreds, and burn the remains with a match. But she found herself setting it down on her nightstand instead. “God damned maniac,” she mumbled to herself. If he thought she was going to show up tomorrow night he was insane. She wasn’t about to let him pull her around on some leash just because he was psychotic and annoyingly intimidating…no way.

She continued to grumble to herself as she ripped open her underwear drawer and rummaged through it. She pulled out a small vibrator and turned it on. She cursed that jerk wad for leaving her in such a frustrating position, and for even having the nerve to get her as worked up as she was. How dare he!

Her eyes wandered to her closet where her cat suit was neatly hung. She’d have to get it ready for tomorrow night. Not that she planned to show up. Not at all. No way!

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To be continued mwahahahaha. Sorry for any typos and grammar errors. I don't have much time at all to read over this stuff so it's probably loaded with mistakes!