Why So Serious?

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Dark Knight, Hellraiser, or Harry Potter. Other people do. I own Alice Spencer and Myra Spencer . The summary of both Alice and Myra Spencer is one of Zerousy’s stories (site location on profile). It was put in the most basic form possible. HINT HINT: There is a spoiler for this story in that summary.



WARNING: lemons involved. If uncomfortable, don’t read.



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Title: Why So Serious?



Chapter 2: If looks could kill



Weeks pass, and everyone eventually forgot about the whole thing that happened at Hogwarts, everyone except for Alice. It was almost as if a silent spell had been placed over everyone’s mind to purposefully forget the incident even happened. Almost exactly how cenobites clean up the mess they make after someone opens the box to hell. For Alice, dreams, hallucinations and daydreams of The Joker were slowly breaking her down into a slight insanity. Something she hadn’t had in a while. The insecurity she felt, as she laid in the grass, she thought, "What did that card mean?"



As she wonders curiously she spaces out. A few moments pass and she hears Myra's voice, "Hey Alice, hey Fred." Not knowing Fred was there, Alice looks over to meet his smoldering, handsome eyes. She feels somewhat safe now that he is there with her and looks at her sister whom is wearing her usual white leather jacket with the ‘M’ insignia in red on the back of it. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks Myra.



Myra merely shrugged at first. "I was walking around and remembered that I had to go get George," she replies. That would somewhat explain why George wasn’t around right now. If he wasn’t with Myra, she was off to go get him then.



"Oh cool, where is George by the way?" Alice asked.



Alice notices Myra rubbing her stomach that is making hunger noises, indicating that she hadn’t eaten all day. It was around 3 in the afternoon. "He's at the pizza place down the road. I’m going to get him and have some lunch while I’m there,” Myra responds and takes her leave.



Alice and Fred go to her house, which was a block away from the pizza place. It’s a decent sized apartment that had 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a living room and a kitchen. Usually Myra did the cooking. "Make yourself at home. I'm going to take a shower," Alice tells him looking at him with lustful eyes. His mere presence got her hot and going.



"Ok babe, I love you," he whispered in her ear. Just as he was about to kiss her his phone rang with an unknown number on it. He turned away to answer it, wondering who it might have been.



She made her way to the bathroom, turned on the shower, got undressed and went in. Her bathroom itself was Crayola red on the door because just for fun, she used a crayon. She had no paint at the time. The walls were an earwax color with a light donning the top of the ceiling. There was a sink that had a cupboard below it that held the common bathroom necessities like toilet paper and towels. A bathtub that connected to the wall was at the end of the room and was simply white and large enough to fit at least three people. She feels so relaxed by the wonderful temperature of the water that was warming up her slightly cold body. Being half cenobite thanks to He-Who-Will-Not-Be-Mentioned (Pinhead, her father) hers and Myra’s bodies were naturally slightly colder than humans. In fact, they usually felt like they’d just got back from a trip to a walk-in freezer at a local market. Then she starts to think about her past. Dark, but yet there was something that she knew no one except her family knew of it. A past she didn’t want anybody that didn’t already know it to know about it. She starts thinking about an old flame that was never put to rest. A flame that matched no other flame she’d felt before, and possibly never would. As the water gently trailed down her breast, going down her stomach, she thought to herself, “Could this be real?" She goes into deep thought, deeper than ever before and before she got in the tub, trying to sort out confusion that has set itself in her mind. "I'm scared. What is happening to me?" she whispered to no one in particular, mostly herself.



As she sits there in the shower, water pouring on her head, drenching her Bellamy from the band Muse’s blue hair and making it stick to her and down her back, she pondered. She thought of her life with him. What it was like. It seemed strange and too good to be true. As she sat there naturally cold, trying to warm up, wet, and alone, she wanted him to be there with her. She opened her eyes and looked up. Three emotions passed her mind: surprise, confusion and anger.



There he was, The Joker, fully clothed, in her shower getting soaked to the bone. His hair was more of a mess than normal. It made her realize why the water wasn’t as it should have been. It wasn’t directly touching her. Alice asked The Joker in the order of her emotions, “How did you....?? Where did you...??? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOINGIN MY SHOWER!!!??"



The Joker looks at her and says, "I've been here...waiting for you. There's no need to be......frightened. I am surprised that you didn’t notice me," he adds causally. She looks at him in disgust. The best way to describe the look on her face was best put as Debra Messing from the TV show THE STARTER WIFE when Kenny told her “The meat practically falls off the bone of the ribs”. That look was priceless.



“I am not a scared of you, ok," she told him, trying to cram two words together; afraid and scared.



"You look stressed," he tells her with a condescending tone in his voice.





"Get the hell out of my shower and hand me a towel," she told him a bit pissed. Alice turns the shower off and holds out her arm and Joker hands her the towel. There was no way she was going to finish it with him in there. As she puts the towel on, getting out of the shower she asks him, "How did you get in here?"



He simply replies, shrugging as if it were obvious, "The door was unlocked." She thinks about it for a minute and very alert she asks with fear behind her eyes, "Where's Fred?"









Meanwhile at the pizza place after three pizzas between the two of them, George and Myra were walking along the beach, five miles away from Alice's place. "So, do you want to do something mischievous?" George asked Myra with both a scheming smile and tone.



Myra looked at him with the same look and responded with the same tone as him. "Sure, what do you want to do?" At the mere thought of doing something sneaky, most likely irresponsible and undoubtedly fun made her frivolous with delight. It had been a little while since they’d done something mischievously.



He scratched his head as he thought, his other hand rubbing his imaginary beard. "I was thinking about tricking some people," he suggested. From the sound of his voice he sounded like he was up for just about anything.



She thought about tricking someone for a second, but decided against it. They’d done that last time and she didn’t want a repeat of events that led to them being thrown in a muggle jail for a whole day. Then she remembered that she’d just bought a paintball gun since Alice had broken her last one. "How about we play paintball?" she asks him.



The look on his face showed he had no clue as to what she was talking about. He’d obviously never heard of paintball in his whole life. Of course he didn’t ask for the details about it. "How do you play that?" he asks.



Myra smiled. "With the way we’re going to play it, it’s quite simple....." As she was about to finish explaining to George how to play the mischievous game, she starts going into Cardiac Arrest.



"What’s wrong!?!?!?" He asks fearfully. He didn’t know what was wrong with his girlfriend but he knew it was not good at all.



"Alice.....Is..In...Trouble." She answers trying to catch her breath. That was all she was able to get out. He grabs her, lifts her to her feet and starts running to Alice's place. If something was wrong with Alice, something was definitely wrong with Fred because he would have never let anything happen to the love of his life.









Back at Alice's place, The Joker is talking to Alice, trying to convince her to go back with him. His life was just not as chaotic without her, and he lived for chaos, for chaos brought peace and logic, no matter what people said. "Get the hell out of here! Don't do this!" She cries out to anyone who could hear. He wouldn’t let her leave the bathroom and she didn’t know where or what happened to Fred.



"Come on. It won’t hurt. Just remember all the good old times when I would tie you up and have my way with you." He grabs her face with one hand and with the other hand he holds a knife. "Look at me......LOOK AT ME!!!" He yells at her getting her attention. When she does, she can’t move at all. Then he kisses her. Then he forces his tongue in her mouth...She has no choice but to do this. After all, Myra IS the better half. He stops and he looks at her.



"This is so unnecessary," she said. She looks back and says with a quiver in her voice, unsure on what exactly is happening. He steps forward and kisses her so passionately that her body just gives in. There was no more will to fight him, because in her reality, there never was a chance. In a little part of her mind, she doesn’t want this to end. She drops her towel and wraps her arms around him.



Quicker than she thought possible, The Joker had managed to strip his jacket off and slowly reveal his purple and green suit. The suspenders were the first thing Alice had grabbed and tore from his body as his gentle but strong hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt. When that was thrown from his body along with the suspenders, they both went for his pants, rushing to remove his last piece of clothing to at least satisfy the both of them. Socks and shoes would remain, keeping him from actually removing his pants. Of course that would be the last thing that would be in their way, he never wore underpants.



Completely and utterly amazed at his shirtless form, she bore witness to not only the scars he’d gained by living the life that he has always lived by, but also the scars that she’d given him. It confused her as to why something as trivial as hurting him and having the scars to prove it turned her on. Before another thought even crossed her mind, he pushed her down to the floor and crossed the threshold that joined their bodies. For her, the sensation was like it was before; no one would be able to match it because of his uncanny ability to know her very thoughts on the actions they did together. As he penetrates her, she moans and looks at him with pleasure in her eyes. She felt like she was floating as he thrusts, moans and kind of laughs in passion. He’d always done this, mixing business with pleasure. In fact, this probably was business. Last minute business that included sex like no other. Harder and harder he dove into her cave that he’d touched with his light so many times before. Only now, she didn’t really belong to him anymore, which made it the forbidden fruit that he needed to take, taste and devour. The last thing she saw before her peak hit was her eyes traveling to from the ceiling to the window, thinking how wrong and bitter sweet this was.



Then Myra and George bust in the door. The Joker was no were to be found. He left a card on the counter top next to the sink. George runs over to Alice, grabbing a towel to cover her with it. Myra reads the card out load, "You almost caught me. HA HA HA!!!!"





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