The Joker's New Pet

Okay, so I kept trying to figure out which direction I was going to take Stacey in. Wither I was going to keep her somewhat sane or break her and welp..I asked a couple of friends for their opinions and I've decided to go in this direction. Oh and thank you for the reviews as always. I'm barely awake so I think it might have come out iffy, Oh well, this is all I have for now lol. More creepy Joker ahead. (sorry not really any smut in the chapter either. I'm sorry! I'm trying to develop a plot too. I promise there will be more smut lol!)

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Stacey was usually an intelligent and strong young woman. Raised by a highly respected police officer and graduated from college with a degree in business. She was well educated and had dreamed to one day become an entrepreneur. But right now, this independent young woman who graduated from college with honors was reduced to a frightened and helpless little girl. She could almost feel worms eating into her brain. Her mind almost had a sensation of coming alive and wanting to burst out of her skull.

The Joker still held her tightly against his chest, whispering comforting words into her ear in a voice that was very much out of character for him. Stacey clung onto him for dear life, as if she were to let go of his shirt for a second she would fall to her death. At that moment, Stacey no longer remembered who she was. Where was she? What was she? Was she alive? Was she dead? Was she human? Did she even exist? Questions dashed rapidly through her squirming brain like a speeding locomotive.

How old was she? Was she an adult? Was she a child? Was she an old woman? Was she just born? Questions, questions, so many questions. She rattled her brain trying to figure out what and where she was. As she attempted to answer her own questions, she tried to make sense out of what was happening to her. Visions flashed through her mind, some casual, some frightening and some just making absolutely no sense.

She was still hallucinating. Even with her eyes tightly shut in fear, her visions were as lucid and realistic as if they were really happening. She saw an empty playground with a single swing, swinging back and fourth in slow motion and then speeding up rapidly, whipping back and fourth so fast now that it was a blur. She heard children laughing in the background, but they were nowhere to be seen. She saw a man with a goat head smoking a cigarette and reading a newspaper that was made out of sheepskin.

She saw the inside of a police station that was wavy. The entire scene looked like it was made out of water. The people, the walls, everything made of water. She was a little girl of about five and she felt wavy too. A man sat her up on his desk smiling at her and put a police hat on her head. He had a brown hair, a mustache and glasses. Then the man spoke, and his voice even sounded bubbly like he was deep underneath the ocean. “This is where daddy works sweetheart.”

Then her vision transformed to a giant eye, glaring down at her. It swallowed her up and she was thrown into a carnival setting. Short hairy trolls surrounded her with pitchforks, laughing manically. Stacey cowered in fear as grotesque looking freaks surrounded her, all laughing and speaking in tongues that she didn’t understand. Two headed creatures with protruding ribs tearing out of their flesh and dripping blood. A gigantic blob of a woman sat up on a stool chortling in a deep voice. Disfigured humanoid things danced around her.

And then in the middle of this commotion, a hideous clown towered over Stacey. His eyes were swirling in their sockets and his mouth curved into a wicked grin. His smile seemed to go on forever. Stacey whimpered and shivered beneath him. But then the clown beast spoke. “It’s okay little bunny, sh, sh,” He spoke to her in a gentle voice. And it almost sounded as if the voice was speaking to her from another dimension.

The clown then ripped off his face, and another face appeared underneath. A handsome young man with golden brown hair and chocolate eyes was now smiling down at her. For a moment, Stacey was put at ease. Then a spine tingling cry reached her ears and she saw that bat creature. That grotesque creature that had attacked her, and called itself ‘The Batman.’ She had a vision of it torturing a man and tearing off his flesh. The Batman, with his long claws and deformed features, completely ripped off half of the victim’s face and swallowed it whole.

Stacey let out a curdling scream in her mind. But it didn’t reach her lips. It was all happening in her head. She could almost feel her heart stop.

The Joker felt Stacey shaking rapidly in his arms and making gargling noises. His head snapped up, and he looked down at her with a startled expression. Spit was bubbling out of Stacey’s mouth, and her eyes were rolling back into her head. She looked like she was about to go into a seizure. The Joker panicked. “Oh no. Damn it Crane!” The Joker growled to himself. He patted Stacey on the face. “Stacey? Stacey stay with me doll. Come on now. Daddy J’s here.”

Stacey only gargled more in response and an irritating thought crossed the Joker’s mind. He really didn’t want her to die. Jack didn’t want her to die. Another feeling of panic surged through the Joker’s veins and he leapt from the bed and dashed into the bathroom. He immediately began rummaging through his medicine cabinet. Damn that Crane! If Crane ended up killing his pretty little pet he’d murder him! He’d tie him up on a pole in a cornfield, then tear open his guts and train a bunch of crows to peck him to death, and rip out his eyes! Give real meaning to that stupid name he called himself!

Angry violent thoughts raced through the Joker’s mind. When he found the liquid he was looking for, he poured it into a shot needle. He ran back into the room and dabbed Stacey’s shivering arm with alcohol then he shot the fluid into her blood stream. It was another one of Crane’s medicines only this one would hopefully help Stacey’s heart and prevent her from having a seizure. Luckily her shaking seemed to calm down immediately after he gave her the shot, and the Joker could almost breath a sigh of relief.

Now all he could do was lay with her until the drugs wore off. And as this was happening, the Joker was still having an inward battle with himself. But luckily for Stacey, right now, Jack was in control.

**

It took several hours before Stacey was able to actually speak again. She had been lost in her own little world, only making small whimpering noises here and there and cuddling into the Joker. She resembled a frightened child clinging onto her teddy bear for support. When she finally did speak, her voice matched her appearance of a broken down young woman. “W…what’s going on? What happened to me? Is that monster gone? D..did you scare him off? I saw you. Was that you? Were you the one who saved me?” She stuttered weakly. It almost sounded like a strained effort just to get her vocal chords to work.

The Joker’s ears perked. He looked down at his young, beautiful little captive thoughtfully. He didn’t know if it was permanent or not, but she clearly suffered some memory loss. Perhaps Crane’s hypnosis had already worked, even though it was a short-lived session. The Joker licked his lips, and he pondered deeply for a moment. Then a somewhat devious thought flashed across his damaged mind. Even Jack couldn’t argue with this thought. He wanted to keep her. She was his.

“Little bunny,” The Joker whispered to her softly. “Thank God you’re awake. I was so worried.” He tried making the tone of his voice sound as concerned as possible.

“Wha..what happened?” Stacey breathed. “Th..there was this demon. This..thing. He groped at me. He…he did terrible things to me. I saw him. He spoke to me in this horrible voice. This evil demonic voice. He called himself Batman. A horrific demon from hell. He…oh god.” Stacey couldn’t stop herself from tearing up.

“Shhh,” The Joker cooed and very gently wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “He’s gone now. Yes…the Batman attacked us baby doll. He’s a horrible man. He attacked you, and I found you knocked out cold but he won’t be coming back. Daddy J is here to protect you.” The Joker devised a plan on the spot.

Stacey’s eyebrows furrowed. “You’re…you’re my daddy? How old am I?”

“No! Oh no, no, no, no,” The Joker chuckled. “I mean I’m not your REAL daddy. But I am your daddy J. And you’re mine. I take care of you.”

“Am I…am I a kid or something?” Stacey was utterly confused. Oh this was just too perfect.

The Joker snickered a little. “Aww sweet pea, you got knocked on the head pretty hard there. A kid? Hmmm. Well you are my little girl in a way. But by the looks of that pretty little bod of yours, I’d say your all woman. You’re my woman-child,” he stroked her cheek affectionately.

“But…I had a vision. My father…he…”

“Jim Gordon?” The Joker cut her off. “That dead beat? Oh sweetie, I was hoping that, that would be the one thing you had actually forgotten about for good.”

Stacey’s eyebrows crinkled again. “Wha…what do you mean?”

“Oh darling,” The Joker whispered. “Your father…he’s a very bad man sweetie. He’s actually in league with the Batman too. Ya see your dear old dad is a corrupt cop. He has power. Batman and him are good ol’ buddies and Jim Gordon covers up the crimes and the heinous murders that Batman commits all the time. I really didn’t want to tell you darling, but you’re better off not knowing your father.” The Joker was having a bit of fun making this up as he went along.

Stacey began tearing up again. “No…that’s not true. It can’t be. In my vision he…”

“Sweetie, you got knocked on your head pretty hard,” The Joker cut her off again. “I’m sorry to tell you all of this, but it’s true. Why…Jim Gordon even tried to cover up the fact that Batman murdered the city’s District Attorney.” Stacey sniffled some more. “Now Stacey. Sh, sh, don’t cry little bunny. You still have me. I’m the one who rescued you from that world. Why….I found you one day with a black eye and bruises all over your little body.” The Joker had to fight with himself to keep a straight face as he told these ridiculous lies.

“I knew your father, ya see. But I didn’t know he was such a monster until I met you baby doll. I saw that terrified little look in your eyes. You and your mother. Couldn’t say anything because dear old dad was a cop. Mommy never stuck up for you either. Let dad take his anger out on you. He used his fists and god knows what else. And then when I heard he was going to let that Batman freak have his way with you, that was the last straw. I tore you away from that household and brought you here with me. And they are looking for you. You bet your cute tush they are. They’re frantically scouring the streets of Gotham for you. But I wont let them have you. Oh no, no. No way.”

“He was going to let Batman…do things to me?” Stacey choked.

The Joker sighed. “I’m afraid so sweetheart. And god knows what your father did to you when you were younger. He’s the commissioner now so no one can go against him. No social services are going to mess with the commissioner. He is the law so he can break any law he wants. And lord knows he broke them a thousand times with you.”

“Stop,” Stacey choked. “Stop it. I don’t want to hear anymore. I can’t.”

“Oh Stacey,” The Joker sighed. “Life can be so cruel. It was cruel to me too. We both got dealt a bad hand in life. But we’re together now baby doll, and together we’re a royal flush.”

“If you rescued me from my father, then…I must be underage?” Stacey questioned, hiccupping from crying so much.

The Joker stared at her affectionately for a moment. She was no child or even a teenager for that matter but she surely could pass for someone much younger than she was. She had a baby face. Another devious thought crossed the Joker’s mind. “I believe you are still underage honey. And you’re in my custody illegally. Only because your evil daddy is the commissioner. He’ll do whatever it takes to get you back along with that flying rat’s help, but don’t you worry. Daddy J here has you under his wing.”

“I don’t feel underage,” Said Stacey. “I feel older for some reason. I can feel it in my gut.”

The Joker snickered. “Well darling. Anyone who has lived through what you have would feel older. Poor thing. But I would say you’re no older than oh… sixteen. Maybe even younger. But judging by your womanly body, I would say sixteen is the right age. And my God, when I saw you for the first time, you were beautiful. I had to have you. Oh yes sweetie. I failed to mention that one of the things that created all this commotion was the fact that you and I started dating.” The Joker decided to throw that in.

Stacey looked up at him with another bewildered expression. “So you’re my…?”

“Dear old dad tried to throw me in jail for statutory rape,” The Joker continued, not allowing Stacey to finish her question. “I didn’t realize you were so young when I first met you. You had the brains of someone much older I must say. I fell in love. And you were more than happy to go steady with me,” It took every ounce of strength the Joker had to prevent himself from bursting into laughter. “But when your father found out about our relationship, he beat you senseless and put out a warrant for my arrest. And then he….” The Joker bit his lip and faked like he was trying to hold back tears. “Oh baby bunny. I don’t know if I should continue.”

“He what?” Stacey pegged him for answers, quite interested now. “What did he do?”

“He…” The Joker spoke in a pained voice. “Well…I believe he raped you himself darling. At least that’s what you told me. I was horrified. I was thoroughly livid. So I stole you away from him and brought you here, away from his evil clutches, and I’ve been keeping you safe from that creep and Batman ever since.”

Stacey looked like she was going to be sick. “My father…?” She choked weakly. “He really….?”

The Joker frowned and nodded. “I didn’t want to believe that a father could stoop so low. But I’m almost positive that he most likely….did do that honey.”

“Oh God,” Stacey choked. “Oh God!” She wailed. The Joker pulled her into an embrace and cradled her in his arms.

“Shhh little bunny. It’s going to be okay. You have me. You don’t need to think about that scum Gordon and the evil bat. Daddy J is here. And daddy J loves you.” The Joker almost shocked himself with using the L word. It was a word he hadn’t heard or used in years. He was even more surprised when he didn’t have a bad taste in his mouth after he had used it. But he had to use it to manipulate her right? Yes, that was it.

Stacey let her tears fall into this clown man’s shirt. When she opened her eyes the patterns on his shirt seemed to dance, and almost looked as though they were about to leap off the fabric. She wasn’t even in the state of mind to ask more complex questions. Her brain couldn’t think to ask him how he knew her father, or where the Batman had supposedly attacked her, or why this older man had a sexual interest in a supposed sixteen year old girl. Her brain was still too fuzzy to even question why the Joker didn’t mention that they were a couple right away.

She wasn’t aware enough to see any flaws in his story. All she could feel was a horrible overwhelming sensation of horror at what was her supposed reality. This man had no reason to lie to her did he? Why wouldn’t she trust him? Why else would she be here and why else would he have rescued her from that evil Batman?

The Joker continued to rub his hand over her back and bottom. When his hand reached her bottom, Stacey felt a sudden sharp pain surge through her body as he ran his fingers over her bruised cheeks. She groaned in agony. Her rear end was so sore that it almost felt like she had fallen off a building and landed bottom first onto a concrete floor. “Ow, God, what else did the Batman do to me?” Stacey moaned in anguish.

The Joker realized that the drugs must not have numbed her body too much. She could still feel pain. “Oh that,” The Joker had to hold himself back from snickering again. “Well…before all this bat stuff happened, you were a bad little girl. And daddy J had to punish you for it.”

Stacey felt her eyebrows furrow again. “What?”

“Oh don’t worry darling,” The Joker snickered gently. “You like it.”

Stacey crinkled her nose. “I do?”

“Oh yes,” Said the Joker. “You love it actually. Trying to be all naughty all the time so daddy J will spank you. I know your little game. Not that I mind,” he giggled.

“So I’m a masochist?”

“Maybe you are,” smiled the Joker. “But you told me once that you lack discipline and that when I punish you when you’re bad, it makes you feel loved. Maybe you’re looking for the love that your father never gave you. Plus you’re only sixteen so I think you still need it.” The Joker laughed on the inside. He didn’t know exactly how old Stacey was, though he knew that she had to be over twenty-two but obviously younger than thirty.

“Um…”

“Oh yes. And you’re usually very bubbly. Happy and bubbly and eager to please.” Said the Joker. “I’ve always admired your happy, innocent spirit. Especially after all that you’ve been through. That’s one of the reasons I love ya.”

“Love me,” Stacey whimpered into his shirt. “But I’m so fucked up.” The Joker tapped Stacey on the bottom rather hard. “Ow,” She muttered weakly.

“Language,” the Joker whispered in her ear with a warning tone.

“But…”

“You like my firmness,” The Joker reassured her while fighting back a massive grin. “Now cutie pie, I really think you should lie down again and rest some more. Like I said, you were hit on the noggin pretty hard.”

“But…” Stacey started again.

“Atatata,” The Joker quieted her. “Listen to daddy J little bunny. You clearly need rest.” He forced her to lie back down and he kissed her on the forehead. “Be back in a few beautiful.”

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The Joker stomped down the staircase in time to see his apes gathered around the living room watching T.V. As if it were some sort of miraculous coincidence, his idiots were watching ‘Gotham’s most wanted’ and they flashed a picture of the Joker on the screen next to a graduation photo of Stacey. The Joker scowled at his mug shot. He had no makeup on and he clearly wasn’t looking his best. However, he was still grinning ear to ear. He remembered taking that photo. He was smiling smugly at the photographer, knowing full well that he would be escaping in less than an hour after that picture was taken.

“If you’ve seen Stacey Gordon, please call our twenty-four hour hotline right away. That’s 555-…” The Joker stomped over and unplugged the large television set from behind before the announcer on the screen could finish his sentence.

“Hey, we was watching that!” One of his more ‘special’ men chirped.

The Joker sighed. “Rick. Punch Elmo in the head for me please.”

The man sitting next to ‘Elmo’ immediately complied and socked him hard in the side of his head. Elmo let out a low ‘Ow.’

“There will be no more T.V watching,” The Joker ordered his men, pacing back in fourth in front of them like a strict general. “No more newspapers either. Especially around my pet Stacey. If you want to amuse your dopey selves with something, read a damn book. You need it,” he spat. “Or if you must amuse yourselves with mindless flashing pictures, order a damn movie on pay per view. But there will be no glimpses of the outside world shown in this house. Nothing will be watched where there is a possibility of a news flash. No knowledge of current events will pass through that doorway, understood?”

“Yes boss,” all the men chanted in chorus.

The Joker rummaged through the mansion, tearing up any newspapers that were lying around the estate. He destroyed any evidence he could find of the outside world. As he was ripping a newspaper to shreds over the trashcan, he vaguely recalled the last time a newspaper ticked him off so much.

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Eight Years Earlier…

The Joker was walking down the dark streets of Gotham with his large sidekick Croc following close behind. No one wanted to bother the guy in the purple suit wearing clown makeup, especially for the fact that he had a dangerous gorilla of a man by his side. They just looked like a couple of guys that regular Gotham citizens wouldn’t want to get involved with. Their very presence yanked at the nerves of the other pedestrians that were near by. Whenever the Joker shot them a glare, they’d quickly turn away and walk speedily passed him.

They passed by a newsstand, and the Joker immediately halted at the sight of a headline that was plastered on the front page of the latest ‘Gotham times,’ newspaper. ‘Young Pregnant Woman Found Brutally Slaughtered In The Back Of Nightclub.’

Croc stood patiently behind the Joker as he stood gawking at the newspaper. Croc’s expression never seemed to change. He was still scowling. The Joker gritted his teeth and ripped the newspaper off of the shelf. He read the headline and immediately tore through the pages until he reached the details of the story. He could almost vomit in disgust as he speed read through the article.

‘Emma Napier’s body was found brutally raped and murdered behind ‘The Mad Hatter’s Comedy and Magic Club.’ The Murderer has not yet been found. Officer Thomas Biscotti was first to arrive on the scene with his partner Daniel Adams. “It was a very horrific scene. Just a mess. It’s a memory I care not to repeat,” Officer Biscotti told the Gotham times reporter. “We don’t know who murdered this poor young woman, but rest assured we will find him. My heart goes out to Emma Napier’s family.”

‘One of the suspects is believed to be Emma Napier’s own husband, Jack Napier. Officer Biscotti claims that his own brother Joey Biscotti actually knew the couple. “My little brother Joey used to attend that club all the time. He said Jack used to perform there and that he always seemed hot headed. Seemed like the type who would beat his wife. Said he wouldn’t put it passed him that he murdered Emma Napier and then ran off to commit suicide somewhere. Right now, we’re assuming that, that was probably the case. There was talk of Emma having an affair behind Jack’s back, and that the baby wasn’t his. For all we know he blew his top.”

‘Emma Napier’s parents were contacted and claim they are too upset to comment.’

The Joker began walking away from the newsstand as he read through the article. His fingers gripped the paper so tightly that it was now crumpling in his hands. The News salesmen saw him walking away. “Hey buddy? Where the fuck you think you’re going with that? You gonna buy that or what?” The gum-chewing salesmen asked in a deep city accent.

The Joker growled and began tearing the paper to shreds. “Hey! What the fuck are you doin’ ya freak?!” The Salesman yelled and began stomping towards the Joker.

The Joker threw the paper onto the ground and reached into his trench coat. He whipped out a gun and shot up the paper on the ground, the bullets ricocheting off of the concrete beneath it. The salesman immediately backed away from him in shock. “Holy shit!” he yelled. A woman shrieked in the background. Pedestrians scattered away from the scene, screaming and running for their lives.

The Salesman darted towards a payphone on the side of the sidewalk, his intent on calling the police, but Croc immediately grabbed him by the back of his shirt and threw him into the newsstand causing papers and magazines to collapse on top of him. Croc towered over the man. “You didn’t see nothin’” He grunted in his Neanderthal voice. The man nodded his head frantically.

“Croc,” The Joker spoke in a sudden eerily calm voice after he had regained his composure. “Let’s not make a scene now. Come. We still have work to do tonight.”

“Yes boss,” Croc grunted and they casually sauntered away from the scene, the Joker acting as though he was oblivious to the fact that he now had terrified civilians scattering away in fear. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a note, a lovely little list that Alfonso Mancini had so kindly written up for him. “Let’s see,” The Joker sighed, licking his lips and speaking as though he were looking through a grocery list. “First stop, Mr. McGregor’s Bar and Grill.”

**

The Joker was lying next to Stacey once more and stroking her hair lovingly. She had calmed down quite a bit now, and she actually enjoyed the feeling of the Joker petting her. Her reality was horrible no doubt, but she somehow felt safe with this strange man. She still had many questions to ask him.

She prayed that her memory would come back soon. Of course, she really didn’t want to remember the horrible things that her supposed ‘Daddy J’ had told her about. But she would like to remember some of the good stuff. She was flabbergasted that she could remember the simple things like how to speak, but couldn’t even remember who the hell she was.

“And you love waffles. Oh yes, that’s one of your favorite meals. Anything with sugar,” The Joker snickered. “You get so excited whenever I serve you waffles in bed in the morning. So happy and so adorable, like an excitable little puppy.” The Joker was feeding more silly lies into her head, and evilly enjoying every minute of it. He suddenly felt Stacey scoot closer to him, and snuggle into the warmth of his body. This made him stop his stories for a moment, and he looked down at her with interest.

Once again, she was willingly showing him affection. And this time she wasn’t even freaking out. Amazing! The little Gordon Princess taking a complete one eighty with him, and all it took was a short little session with that idiot Doctor Crane. And…he actually liked the feeling of her not resisting his charm for a change. Oh yes, he really did find this quite amusing. A pretty young woman showing him willing affection was something that he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

And the Joker liked it.

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God that sucked. Boy I'm sure Joker fanboys would kill me for having the Joker actually use the L word. Okay so there you have it. Stacey is now a little looney. But I could always reverse her looniness in the future if needed. Let me know what you think. Oh and I'm sorry for yet another chapter without smut. I will try to have smut in the next one LOL. R&R anyway even if this chapter sucks LOL.