The Joker's New Pet

Okay I thought you guys would be getting sick of me here by now, but it seems a few of you are still enjoying it at least so yay! Hehe. I promised myself that I would finish this bloody story. I promise it will have an ending eventually! Lol. Oh and there's smut in this chapter! I apologize if it's a little too fluffy for the Joker but well...too late lol. And I'll probably go back and check for errors later. I have no idea how this came out. Let me know if it sucks LOL.
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The Joker had forced the delirious Stacey to remain in bed for the next two days. He had assured her that she had hit her head pretty hard, and that he was worried about her health. He did not allow her to leave that room during that time, instead keeping her occupied with DVDs. He brought her a selection of old movies to watch on the flat screen T.V that hung on the wall before their bed. He had made sure to cut the T.V cables so that Stacey had no chance of catching a newsflash on television.

The Joker had to stifle a snicker when he presented Stacey’s supposed ‘favorite’ movies before her. Most of the selection consisted of Disney movies. The Joker could almost guffaw at the thought. Good thing the previous owners had a nice vast collection of movies lying around. The Joker assured Stacey that her favorite movie of all time was ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ and that she enjoyed watching it over and over again.

The Joker didn’t particularly like movies himself. Though he did get a kick out of ‘It’ and ‘Killer clowns From Outer space.’ He couldn’t show Stacey his favorites though. She was still in a fragile state of mind and if he wanted his plan to work, he would have to restrain himself for the time being.

And he was doing a surprisingly good job of it. He had not attempted to ravage her, or even touch her inappropriately for two days. Two whole days! Jack had a hand in that, but the Joker reassured himself that he was doing this for a reason. Corrupting Gordon’s little brat was his intention. Just so he could get under Gordon’s skin. Right? Yes, it was a game to him. That had to be it. He was enjoying the game and the challenge of completely turning the Commissioner’s daughter around and becoming his willing pet.

‘Yeah right, just keep telling yourself that. You just don’t want to be alone again do you? All those years without a woman’s companionship affected you more than you wanted to admit didn’t it?’

‘Shutup Jack. Maybe we should fry her up in front of dear old dad after we get bored with our little project hmm?’

‘I don’t think you have the balls to do that.’

‘I don’t think you have any balls at all Jack, Jack.’

‘You just try it and I’ll slam your face into a bed of nails. Now let’s get back to our little project hmm?’

The Joker felt his eye twitch. The two voices were arguing in his brain again. God they were annoying. Wait. If he was listening to both Jack and the Joker talk and they were both annoying him, then who was he? Oh well, best to just tune them out for now. He decided to do that by whistling. And so he whistled his way up the stairs, carrying a tray of stew that he had one of his slaves brew for Stacey.

The Joker slowly opened the door to the room with a large grin plastered across his painted face. Stacey was sitting up against the headboard, mindlessly watching ‘Beauty and the Beast’ on the screen. She actually did enjoy this colorful little animated movie. She smiled at the Joker as he walked in and closed the door behind him. “I brought my little princess her lunch,” he said cheerily and sat down on the bed by her side.

“I think I remember why I like this movie so much daddy J. Or at least I have a guess,” Stacey said with a small smile, though her eyes still had a hint of pain in them.

The Joker raised an eyebrow at her. “Do tell baby doll.”

“Well the story is so beautiful,” Said Stacey. “It must have reminded me of our relationship.”

The Joker’s smile wiped off of his face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stacey giggled. “Oh, you know…”

‘The little bitch! She just called you a beast! How about we bust open that pretty little lip of hers then she won’t be such a beauty anymore hmm?’

The Joker growled. “Shut up!” He suddenly bellowed, making Stacey jump.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that!” Stacey quickly countered.

The Joker snapped out of it, shaking his head. “What? Oh no, no, no, no baby doll. That wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at that…Gaston jerk in the movie,” The Joker turned his head towards the television. “I’ve always hated him! I mean he’s a downright jerk isn’t he?” The Joker scoffed, trying to sound sincere. Then he surprised himself for actually knowing a name of a character in a damn Disney movie. A flash of memory crossed Jack’s mind of watching it with Emma all those years ago. She had tears in her eyes at the end, and she was cuddling into him as he handed her a tissue and kissed her the top of her head. The Joker was getting annoyed with all of these sudden frequent Jack memories.

“Oh,” Stacey looked at him confused. “Well I didn’t really mean it like that. Honest.”

The Joker chuckled and stroked her hair. “Sh, sh. I’m sorry darling. Daddy J is just a little stressed right now, what with the Batman still out there being a menace and your father trolling the streets for you. I just worry about my little pet. And to top it off I have an army full of idiots. I’m glad to see that my little bunny is cheering up though. Getting a little feisty are we? Hopefully soon you’ll be back to your normal bubbly little self,” he smiled at her, displaying his imperfect teeth.

“I’d rather not talk about the Batman or…Jim Gordon anymore thank you,” Stacey said with a shudder.

“Of course princess,” The Joker said in a doting voice, running a finger gently over her cheek. “Don’t worry sweetheart. We’ll get those bad, bad men.”

Stacey looked intently at him for a moment, studying the creases in his skin underneath his layer of makeup. Her eyes became fixated on his crooked scars protruding out of the sides of his mouth, his red lipstick sloppily smeared over them. Stacey had to ask. “Erm…daddy J? I was just wondering. Why do you wear your um…war paint around the house anyway?”

“One has to be ready for battle at all times sweetie,” the Joker snickered quietly then ran his tongue over his ragged Glasgow smile. Stacey had an urge to ask him about those scars of his, but she didn’t want to offend him. He already seemed to bark at her over her harmless Beauty and the Beast reference.

“Well if it’s to cover up anything, I just wanted to tell you that you don’t need it. I think you’re quite handsome underneath all that gunk,” Stacey smiled weakly. “I mean I hope I appreciated you before. I did right? I mean I should be very grateful to you. You saved my life.”

The Joker blinked. Wow that quack Crane’s method really did work! He was stunned. But how long could it last? Oh he so hoped it was permanent! He had to stifle another giggle. The poor delirious little Gordon princess. “Well aren’t you a doll,” The Joker grinned then leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek.

Stacey let out a melancholy sigh. The Joker looked into her blue eyes and could see that they were watery. He frowned at her. “Still feeling down, huh baby doll?”

“I’m sorry,” Stacey sad gloomily. “I still can’t get over…you know. Part of me still doesn’t believe it. Everything feels so fuzzy. It’s like my brain is wiggling inside of my head. I’m worried I suffered permanent brain damage.”

The Joker bit his lip. “Darling just don’t think about it! You’re here with me now,” he grabbed her hand and squeezed it, almost a little too hard, causing Stacey to wince.

“Yeah….yeah I know,” Stacey forced a smile and her small hand squeezed his larger one in return.

“Good,” The Joker released her hand and Stacey rubbed it. “Now be a good girl and eat your soup. I gotta go down and….brief my men for our next mission.”

*

The Joker giddily bounced down the stairs. He was very pleased with himself. The commissioner’s daughter was his! And he was ever so smug about it. He took the strong willed daughter of one of his most hated enemies and completely bent her to his will. Now she would be his personal little pet. Gordon would never see his precious little princess again, because now she was the Joker’s little princess. This called for a celebration.

At that thought, another devious idea entered the Joker’s mind. He smirked mischievously. His apes were now gathered around the living room watching one of the movies they had found lying around the house. The movie was called Triple X. It wasn’t exactly what they were hoping for. Instead of a bunch of naked women, they got a rather large bald man flying around on motorcycles. “Um boss?” One of his dopes suddenly spoke up. “Can we have T.V back yet?”

“No!” the Joker barked, causing everyone around the room to flinch. Then his demeanor quickly changed to a more cheerful one. “Boys. Time for a meeeeting!” He sang.

They all gathered around the dining room now. After they had listened to the Joker’s instructions, they all glared at him with bewildered expressions on their faces. Their mouths were agape. They gazed confusingly at their boss. “And one more thing,” the Joker continued his spiel. “If any of you even so much as look at her wrong,” he eyed them all dangerously. “If even the tiniest little perverted thought enters those primitive brains of yours, I’ll chop your balls off and feed ‘em to the pooches. Got it-ah?!”

“Yes boss,” they mumbled submissively.

“Good,” the Joker said tersely. “Because my dogs are pretty hungry,” He spoke in a sing-song voice. Then another idea entered his head. “Okay. Now,” he slapped his hands together. “Who wants to run into town on a little errand for me hmmm?”

Stanley, who had been trying to get back on the Joker’s good side ever since that mall incident, raised his hand. He still had a bandage over his leg where the Joker had shot him. “Not you,” The Joker snapped and Stanley quickly put his hand back down, and felt the blood rush to his cheeks in shame.

“Wally, how about you? You seem to be a tad brighter than the rest of the bunch.”

“Sure thing boss,” A large man with curly hair and a beard responded.

“Excellent,” The Joker chimed happily. “I’ll write you up a list of what I need you to pick up for me.”

After the Joker had handed his list to Wally, the large man looked at his boss with a very befuddled expression. “Boss,” he scrunched his eyes at him. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“And why wouldn’t I be, hmm?” The Joker asked in an eerie voice.

“Well this isn’t…I mean….,” Wally stuttered.

“I have my reasons!” The Joker snapped, once again startling everyone around the room. “Just do it and don’t ask queeeestions,” He sang with a warning tone in his voice.

“Sure thing boss.”

“Oh, and make sure you get the fluffiest one you can find!” The Joker giggled.

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“I don’t even remember us having stairs! Daddy J what is it you’re trying to…eek!” Stacey nearly slipped. She was blindfolded while the Joker guided her down the flight of stairs.

“Sh, sh, I gotchya,” The Joker cooed while holding onto her arm tightly. “And relax little bunny. You’ll see in half a minute.”

When they had reached the large dining room, the Joker removed Stacey’s blindfold. Stacey gasped. The Joker’s men were all gathered around the large dining room table wearing birthday hats. They didn’t look too pleased to be there, but they tried to act enthusiastic in order to please their boss. The table itself was setup nicely with a large birthday cake displayed in the middle. It had sixteen candles on it, and written in frosting it said ‘Happy Sweet Sixteen Stacey.’

Stacey looked at the display with a bemused expression. The Joker smiled heartily and patted her on the head. Then he stood before his men. “Come on boys! And a one and a two…”

All the men immediately began singing ‘Happy Birthday,’ at the Joker’s queue. When they got to the part where they were supposed to say her name, many of them messed up.

“Happy birthday deeear…um…”

“Sally…”

“Cindy….”

“Bunny?”

The Joker growled. “Stacey!” He snapped in a low dangerous voice through gritted teeth causing everyone to jump, including Stacey.

“Happy birthday dear Stacey, happy birthday to yoooou!” The men quickly finished their song, feeling sweat developing on their foreheads.

The Joker turned back to Stacey with a large grin. “Happy sweet sixteen little bunny,” He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek.

“Urm….is it really my birthday?” Stacey stared confusingly at the group of men.

The Joker chuckled. “Not exactly little bunny. But…well knowing your father, I’m pretty sure you didn’t have a normal sweet sixteen party did ya?”

“Well I don’t…” Stacey started.

“Of course you didn’t,” The Joker interrupted her. “And even if you did I’m sure you don’t remember it. Soooo I’ve decided to throw you your own little party to help cheer you up, and forget all that bad stuff. How does that sound hmm? And look ya even got a birthday clown,” He stood before her and spread out his arms dramatically. “Me!” he chuckled.

“I don’t think she’s sixteen boss,” One of his men mumbled.

“Wally, punch Elmo in the stomach for me please,” The Joker growled.

“Yes boss,” Wally socked Elmo very hard in the stomach nearly knocking the wind out of him.

“You didn’t have to do this. Really…” Stacey felt herself blushing.

“Now, shush, Shush,” the Joker put a finger to her lips and pulled her over to the table. “We need to cut the cake and give you your presents. I have a surprise for my little bunny.”

He pushed her to sit in the chair at the end of the dining room table. “Wally! Bring the princess her gift!” he snapped his fingers.

Wally picked up a large gift box and placed it on the table before Stacey. She was short and it completely covered her small head from the rest of the group. She heard something moving around inside. “Um…”

“Go on. Open it!” The Joker said cheerily.

Stacey had to stand up to open the package. She tore off the wrapping paper and the bow and then she opened the lid. She nearly yelped as something small and furry peeped out of the box and began licking her face. “Awww, he likes ya already,” The Joker snickered and watched as the fluffy little black, white and brown Australian shepherd puppy engulfed Stacey’s face with big wet kisses.

Stacey laughed and picked up the excitable puppy then set him in her lap. “Oh my god,” Stacey chimed happily and petted the adorable pup enthusiastically. “He’s…he’s beautiful.” The gloomy look in her eyes was slowly disappearing. The Joker was pleased with her reaction. This ought to get her mind off of Gordon and the Bat. He wanted to make sure she was distracted from thinking about them as much as possible. Her mind would remain focused on him now. He would make sure of it.

The Joker’s men almost had disgusted looks on their faces as the Joker kneeled down beside Stacey and put an arm around her affectionately. He chuckled along with her and scratched the tiny pup’s head with his finger. “I’m so glad you like him beautiful,” he purred. “Now what are we gonna name him, hmmm?”

The Joker’s men were completely confused by his sudden affectionate behavior toward his captive. They had never seen him so…nice before. Sure they had seen him pretend to be nice, but usually he used it as a form of manipulation. They figured he had something brewing in that deadly mind of his. But to be quite frank, some of them were actually jealous of the Joker’s unexpected kind behavior towards this girl. Many of them were mentally challenged disciples that worshipped the ground the Joker walked on and who strived to be like him and to please him. He was their king.

And now, here was their clown messiah being extra friendly to a Police Officer’s daughter that he kidnapped. He had never behaved that nice towards his men before. Of course he even treated his dogs better than he treated them so that wasn’t saying much.

Stacey looked at the puppy for a moment, as it wagged its tail and cuddled up in her lap. “I’m terrible at names,” She pondered for a few minutes. “How about Ace?”

The Joker smiled. “Ace huh? Excellent choice. I do love cards. Obviously,” he chuckled.

“I figured,” Stacey smiled. “But the Joker….that can’t be your real…?”

“Shush, shush,” The Joker put a finger to her lips. “Ace is a perfect name doll. And you know what? Ace gets to be an indoor dog. He won’t have to stay outside like the guard dogs. He gets to be your own personal little pet….like you’re mine,” The Joker smiled, knowing that there was more meaning to that phrase than she knew about.

Stacey was infatuated with her new puppy, never taking her eyes off of him. She was in love, and it really did lighten her mood a bit. “Now darling, I forgot to make you blow out your candles! Hurry before they melt the cake!” He snickered.

Still holding ‘Ace’ in her arms, Stacey stood up and the Joker encouraged his men to clap for her after she made her wish and blew out the candles.

There were a few more presents set on the table for Stacey. Apparently a few of his men got her some gifts too. Stacey opened up one and it was a bed for her puppy. Elmo, the very special man, handed her a box he sloppily wrapped himself. Stacey opened it up and it was a stick. She picked it up and looked at it funny.

Elmo grinned. “It’s a stick so’s you can play fetch with your doggy!”

“Um….thanks,” Stacey smiled weakly at him, not wanting to offend him.

“I got her one too boss!” Stanley chirped happily and handed Stacey the box. Stanley winked slyly at the Joker, and the Joker scowled at him. That kid still wasn’t on his good side.

Stacey opened the present and then she figured this young man must have been special like Elmo. “Oh um…a carrot. For Ace? I didn’t know dogs ate carrots, but I’m sure he’ll love chewing on it so thank you!” Stacey smiled politely.

Stanley laughed nervously, hoping that his boss would get the joke. He so just wanted to please the boss now, and the boss would find that funny, because after all she was his pet bunny right?

Unfortunately for Stanley, the Joker did not find it funny. Stanley’s laughter quickly ceased at the look the Joker was giving him. “Oh uh, sweetie pie, why don’t you take little Ace and his bed up to our room hmm? He can sleep next to our bed. He’s falling asleep in your lap too and I’m sure he’d like some peace and quiet-ah,” The Joker nudged her. “And then you can come back down and have some cake.”

“Um. Okay J,” Said Stacey and she gently carried the tired little puppy in one arm and his bed in another and trotted up the stairs.

When Stacey was safely up the stairs, the Joker turned back to Stanley, who now went pale beneath the Joker’s gaze. The Joker grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tore him out of his seat. “What are you trying to pull here hmm?!” He snarled in his face.

“I..I..I…Just thought it would be funny! I mean she’s your pet and you call her bunny and…!” Stanley fumbled with his words.

“She’s in a fragile state of mind right now boy. Exactly where I want her to be. Do not interfere with my project. That’s your one and only warning. Got it?” Stanley nodded frantically. The Joker then kicked him hard in his wounded leg and dropped him on the ground. Stanley curled into the fetal position and held his leg in agony. “And that goes for the rest of you imbeciles too,” The Joker snapped at his men.

**

Stacey placed the dog bed next to the bed that her and the Joker shared and very carefully laid the sleeping little puppy in it. She heard the door creak open behind her. The Joker let himself in. Stacey looked back, as the Joker smiled down at her, shutting the door behind him. “I’m glad the little bunny likes her Ace,” He said cheerfully.

“Oh I love him daddy J. I’m simply in love with him. And it really did cheer me up a little bit,” Stacey smiled back at him.

Another distant memory flashed across the Joker’s mind.

...

Jack was holding Emma tightly by his side as they passed by a pet shop. Emma stared longingly at the puppies that were displayed in the window. She made them stop walking and she tugged Jack over to the window with her. “Jack,” Emma said in a tone of voice that let Jack know she was daydreaming again. “I so want a puppy. I’d love to have a puppy. God it would cheer me up so much having a cute little dog running around the apartment. I get so lonely sometimes when you’re not home.”

Jack kissed Emma lovingly on the cheek. “Now darling, you know they don’t allow pets where we live. But I promise you we’ll be out of that dump soon. And I promise you, you can have all the puppies you want. Why, I’ll buy you ten puppies. I’ll make sure to get us a house with a nice big yard for them to run around in!” He pulled Emma close.

“I know,” Emma said dotingly. “I…I just know you’ll be successful Jack. I have faith in you. I see it in your eyes. Like you can do anything. You’re ready to take this city by the reigns.”

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Stacey helped herself up off of the floor. “Well, now I guess we can go have some cake,” She beamed up at him. He towered over her by a foot and two inches. He backed away from her and locked the door behind him. Stacey gave him a puzzled look.

The Joker giggled quietly. “Now little bunny. Don’t worry. You can have some cake. But not until after I give you your birthday spanking,” he grinned that trademark grin of his. Despite his scars, and his caked on makeup, his handsome features were still clearly visible underneath.

Stacey’s hand immediately went to her bottom. She was still sore from the supposed punishment that he gave her before she had lost her mind. But he assured her that she enjoyed it. As she rubbed her palm over her backside, she could feel the soreness and she winced at the thought of anything hitting it while it was so tender. “But…”

“Oh don’t worry cupcake,” The Joker said very gently. “Daddy J will be extra gentle.” He sauntered over to her and grabbed her arm very tenderly. Then he pulled her into his chest and curled his strong arms around her, hugging her in a tight embrace. Stacey felt her heart beating loudly in her eardrums. With her chest now pressed tightly against the Joker’s body, even he could feel her little heart thumping rapidly.

“Um…” She started.

“Shhhh,” The Joker hushed her. Stacey was still in a very fragile state of mind and he knew this. Even Stacey knew this because she felt like a virginal little girl, and she was unsure of what to do at his sudden affection. Wait…was she a virgin? No…she didn’t feel like one. But…was she?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his warm lips press against her neck. The Joker suckled on her neck, and it caused goose bumps to rise on Stacey’s arms. His firm hands trailed down her back ever so gently and made their way to her sore bottom. He groped her cheeks and pulled her hips closer to his body. Stacey let out a small whimper as his hands squeezed her tender globes. “Awww is the little girl sore?” He whispered gruffly in her ear. “Well…that’s what she gets for being such a bad little girl,” He snickered.

“But I don’t rememb…”

“Shush, shush. Just relax little bunny. It’s your birthday,” He chuckled. “And do you know what happens to little girls on their birthdays…don’t you?”

“Um…” Stacey couldn’t really speak as her body involuntarily melted at his gentle petting.

“Ooooh, all sorts of things,” The Joker grinned, his perverted thoughts taking over his brain. He couldn’t help it. God how annoying. He usually had so much control. But she just had something about her that drove him nuts. “Yes, all sorts of things can happen to a pretty little girl on her birthday. Especially her sweet sixteen.”

The Joker leaned down and forced his lips to hers. He trailed his thumb over her chin, forcing her mouth open in order to allow access for his tongue. His tongue brushed against hers. Stacey kissed back weakly, her tongue wrestling with his, but ultimately his mouth dominated hers.

He felt her full lips kissing him back and this was the first time he actually felt her trying to respond to his kissing. Normally she felt like a lifeless doll that he was playing with. The Joker liked this change of pace. It didn’t feel like she was trying to pull away from him. He wrapped his large trench coat around her small frame, and pulled her even closer against his hard body. Stacey could feel a lump pressing against her crotch.

The Joker’s warm hand slid underneath her shirt and she felt him unhook her bra. Stacey ran her fingers through the Joker’s thick hair. The Joker raised an eyebrow. He felt her tiny fingers brushing through his locks and he had to admit, that he enjoyed the feeling. He hadn’t felt the sentiment of a woman affectionately stroking his hair in a very long time.

He pulled away from Stacey for a moment. “Arms up darling,” He cooed. Stacey weakly put her arms up and the Joker pulled off her shirt quickly, tossing it on the floor like a rag. Then he swiftly pulled her bra off, and Stacey couldn’t help but gasp as her breasts now hung freely to his gaze. The Joker very gently groped her breasts. He was quite proud of himself actually. He knew he had great restraint. He was being the most gentle now than he had ever been with her before. He inwardly chuckled to himself. If she only knew.

The Joker ran his fingers very lightly up her soft back. “I think it’s time for your birthday spanking turtle dove. For sixteen years of naughtiness, don’t you think? Hmm?” He whispered in her ear. He felt her tense up a little bit. “Relax. I know your little tush is sens-i-tive. But like I said, I’ll be gen-tle.”

He sat down on the bed and forced her to sit down with him. He ran his hand up her smooth leg and up under her skirt a little bit. Stacey gazed into his chocolate eyes for a moment. The Joker raised his eyebrows a little, glaring at her with interest. She had never looked him straight in the eye before. She would always turn away in fear. Now, her blue eyes stared directly into his, and for a moment the Joker…Jack, got lost in her sapphire orbs. She really was quite beautiful. Damn his primitive male instincts!

Stacey wiped some of his makeup off, revealing the slightly tan skin of his cheek underneath. Then she ran her hand down to his scar on the left side of his face. The Joker quickly grabbed her petite wrist as she trailed her fingers over the slightly risen skin of his blemish. She felt him squeezing her wrist rather tightly and he pulled her hand away from his disfigurement.

Stacey got the hint that he didn’t want her touching his scars. But before she could assure him that they weren’t that bad, the Joker gently picked up her small frame and sprawled her across his firm lap. His thighs felt hard, and Stacey felt a large bulge pressing into her stomach. He felt her tense up again. “Relax little bunny. Trust me.” Again he could almost laugh at his own words. She had never trusted him before. And of course, she had good reason not too. He snickered to himself.

She felt his fingers trail up her skirt and pull her panties down to her knees. Her bottom was still splotchy from the punishment he gave her before. But god did he love her round little ass. He couldn’t get enough of it. And why DID he like spanking her so much?

...

It was a blissful sunny afternoon in the park. Jack and Emma were on one of their early dates and had decided to take a peaceful stroll along the large duck pond. It was a Tuesday, and the park was mostly empty save for a few old folk sitting on benches and feeding the ducks nearby. The young couple were walking hand in hand, laughing and giggling together. Emma suddenly felt mischievous. She could feel herself blushing at the thought. There were still many things that Jack didn’t know about her yet.

While Jack was in the middle of a spiel about his love for magic and performing, Emma interrupted him. “Jack,” She said cutely, cutting him off in the middle of a sentence. “What if we were to go for a swim in the lake?”

Jack looked down at his pretty little date. “Were you listening to anything I just said? Or am I boring you already?” He laughed.

“Oh no, no. Of course I was listening! It was a fascinating story. Really,” Emma beamed up at him.

“Uh huh,” Jack chuckled. “Well I don’t think we’re allowed to swim here turtle dove. I think this place is reserved for the ducks.”

“Oh you’re no fun!” Emma giggled. “What would you do if I pushed you in the water?”

Jack raised an eyebrow. “What would I do? Why if you even dared to try and do that miss…I’d…tickle you to death!” he growled at her and tickled her ribs, causing her to laugh vigorously.

“Really? That’s all you’d do?” Emma could feel the blood rising to her cheeks. She knew she must’ve looked like a cherry by now.

“What? That not enough of a threat for you?” Jack chuckled.

“Well…I mean…you wouldn’t like…you know…spank me or anything?” Emma bit her lip nervously.

Jack suddenly halted, and he looked down at Emma with a knowing smile. He had a very distinctive smile and Emma could almost melt when he flashed her that toothy grin of his. “Hmmm. I suppose that might be more effective than tickling wouldn’t it?” He leaned down closer to her face. ‘Though I just might enjoy that a little too much.” He winked at her. “But I don’t think you have the nerve to…”

Before Jack could finish his words, Emma rammed into him and pushed him into the water catching him completely off guard. He fell into the pond with a loud splash causing one old man to glance in their direction, but then he quickly turned his attention back to feeding the ducks. Jack coughed and spluttered, and Emma couldn’t stop herself from laughing hysterically. She was laughing so hard she had to hold her sides. She didn’t really care if she was immature or not. She found this scene to be hilarious.

Jack spit water out of his mouth, his hair now drenched and matted to his head. “You…” he growled. Emma only giggled more in return.

“Well I was gonna join you, but seeing your teeth chattering now, I’m assuming the water’s pretty cold so I think I’ll pass!” Emma laughed so hard one would have sworn it was the funniest thing she had ever seen.

Jack coughed and pulled himself out of the water. He stood up and looked down at his t-shirt and Jeans that were now soaked and clinging heavily on his body. “Uhg…” He grunted. “Damn it! It’s gonna be incredibly uncomfortable to walk home now you know!”

Emma still laughed, her face now turning red because she couldn’t breath. “I’m glad you find this to be so hysterical,” he muttered.

“Jack…Jack…” Emma tried speaking in between laughing so hard. “Aw come on Jack, I was just having a little fun!” Her laughter started to die down when she saw the look that Jack was giving her. “Jack? heh…heh…ahem,” She coughed. “Look I’m sorry okay?” she bit her lip, and swallowed a little as Jack glared at her seriously.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry,” Jack said as gravely as possible. He grabbed her small wrist, and Emma’s eyes widened. Assuming that he was going to toss her in the pond, she ripped her wrist out of his grasp and took off running.

“Gotta catch me first Jack!” She giggled like a little girl, bouncing over the grass.

“You little…! Get back here!” Jack bellowed, but he couldn’t hold back his smirk. She was quite a feisty little thing! He had to admit though that he rather liked it. He sprinted after her, and they played a game of cat and mouse around the park. Jack’s face scrunched in discomfort as he felt his pants sloshing while he ran. It was incredibly uncomfortable and it made him even more determined to teach his girl a lesson.

Eventually, Emma’s uncontrollable laughter had caused her to slow down and Jack was able to catch up with her. He had much longer legs after all. He grabbed her from behind and easily lifted her up into his arms. Emma squealed, and she playfully kicked and flailed. “Let me go you beast!” She playfully punched at him, but she was still laughing so hard Jack was worried she’d faint.

“Oh no, no, no feisty kitten. I’m gonna teach you a lesson. One that’s obviously long, long overdo,” he grinned deviously down at her and Emma felt something in her lower area twitch. Jack carried her over to a secluded bench behind a tree. A little squirrel skittered passed them as he sat down on the bench and set Emma down next to him. “Come here you brat!” Jack growled and he pulled Emma over his lap.

Emma’s laughter now sounded nervous. “Jack…?” She squeaked through anxious giggling. “What are you doing? Here? What if someone sees?!” She playfully socked his calve.

“Then they’ll see a little brat getting what she deserves,” Jack snickered. Emma almost died when she felt him lift up her sundress.

“Jack!” She squeaked. “What the hell?! We’re out in the open!”

“Should’a thought of that before you shoved me in the water princess,” Jack chortled. “Didn’t you stop to think that I’d be walking home out in public, soaking wet?”

“But Jack that’s…,” Emma sucked in her breath as Jack tugged at her panties and yanked them down to her knees. “JACK!” Emma screamed. She was now bare from the waist down.

“Better be careful making so much noise sweetie. You might direct attention to yourself,” Jack sniggered. Emma tried to struggle and get away but Jack held her tightly in place. “Ah, ah,” He scolded. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

Emma yelped as his hand came crashing down on her tight bottom. “Ouch!” She squeaked. He slapped her again. “Ouch dammit!”

“Better say you’re sorry. Because I’m not stopping until you do,” Jack chuckled and began spanking her in earnest.

“Jack…ouch! Jack that hurts! Ow! What if someone sees?”

“It’s supposed to hurt and no one’s around,” Jack said calmly. “Now are you gonna say you’re sorry?”

“Why should I apologize for you not having any sense of humor? Ouch!” He began spanking her in earnest again.

“Wrong answer little bunny.”

She struggled with all the strength she could muster, testing Jack’s strength. He knew she had to be testing his manhood. Why else would she keep refusing to apologize? Yes that had to be it. Well he was going to show this girl that he was no push over. He spanked her cute bottom until it was nicely red, and Emma continued to buck and kick and she kept yelling that he had no sense of humor.

Finally, she couldn’t take anymore. “Alright! Alright Jack! I’m sorry, I’m sorry alright? Jesus!” She squealed.

“Now that’s more like it,” Jack chuckled. He rubbed her luscious glowing cheeks, and Emma could feel a lump forming under her stomach. She was out of breath.

He helped her up off of his lap, and Emma’s head whipped about nervously. “Don’t worry darling. I made sure no one was around to see.” Jack chuckled.

Emma glared into his eyes. Her cat like orbs had a fire lit within them. For a moment, Jack worried that he had really upset her. But before he could say anything more, Emma straddled him. She dug her fingers into his thick wet hair and yanked him close then she slammed her mouth onto his. She kissed him all over his handsome face and suckled on his manly neck. She wanted to eat him alive! She had never been so aroused in her life!

“Emma…Emma, slow down doll, I’m not edible you know!” Jack chuckled as she nibbled on his ear. “Man oh man, I’m gonna spank you every day if this is the result! Haha!”

Emma continued to ravage him, then her hands made their way down to his wet pants. She started tugging at the zipper on his jeans. “Oh…Christ almighty,” Jack breathed gruffly. He decided to give her a hand and he helped her unzip his pants, releasing his rather large member. Jack continued to look around to make sure no one saw them, but at that moment, neither him nor Emma cared much.

Jack slipped his penis into Emma’s incredibly wet entrance, and even though Emma hadn’t had sex very many times, and she was still rather tight, she was so unbelievably aroused that Jack’s penis slipped in with ease. Emma bounced on his lap, bucking up and down. She moaned in ecstasy. Jack was in so much pleasure he could barely make a sound. No one saw the young couple making love save for a few birds and a couple of squirrels that watched them from the treetops.

...

This distant memory ran through the Joker’s head before he snapped back into reality. He now realized he was over a rather bewildered Stacey, gently making love to her as she moaned beneath him. He could feel her sweat mingling with his own, their warm stomachs pressing tightly together. Stacey was lying on her back, and the Joker nibbled on her neck. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips as he pounded into her vagina at a slow and steady pace.

He had given her, her sixteen swats, much, much more gently than was normal for him. He didn’t hurt her at all. Jack wouldn’t hurt her. But he couldn’t trust the Joker. “ See darling? Told ya I’d be gentle. Ya just gotta trust me,” Jack whispered in her ear. He knew he must of found her G-spot when he felt her shuddering beneath him. She climaxed, and then he exploded inside of her at the feeling of her muscles flexing around his member.

**

The Joker walked down the stairs after he and his delirious little pet had a nice little romp. His men knew that he had just gotten ‘lucky’ with his captive because of the relaxed look on his face. His hair was even messier than usual and his makeup was smeared. Stacey was still lying naked in his bed, and he decided to come down to grab her a piece of cake and serve it to her in bed. He was whistling gaily.

“Um Boss? There’s a um…there’s a guy at the door. A postman. Says he’s got a package for ya.” One of his men suddenly spoke.

The Joker immediately halted his whistling, and his eyes became serious again. “Postman?” The Joker responded in an uncanny voice. “I cancelled the mail! Who the hell is sending postmen here?!”

“Dunno boss. But he’s here.”

The Joker’s men yanked the terrified skinny little postman into the mansion and presented him before the Joker. “What are you doing here? Hmm?!” The Joker stomped over to the short skinny and pale little man. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack as he cowered underneath this psychotic clown’s gaze.

“Ja-just here to deliver a package sir! Says it’s for a Mister J! Had specific orders to deliver it here! L-look. Please don’t kill me! I had no idea that…that you were Mister J! Look sir, I’m just doing my job!” The little man pleaded.

The Joker growled and yanked the package out of the little man’s arms. He read the return address. ‘From Mr. S. Crow.’ The Joker rolled his eyes. He glared back at the little man. “You’ve never been here. If you say one word about this place…”

“I won’t! You have my word!” he squeaked.

“Good. Now get lost!” The Joker snapped.

“Y-yessir!” The Little man peeped in his high voice. “One more thing. Sign here please.”

The Joker grumbled and yanked the pad out of the little man’s hand. He signed it ‘Mr. Hugh Jafro,” and sent the skinny little postman on his way.

The Joker ripped open the package and inside he found many small containers that were filled with a powdered drug, along with a note. He picked up the note and nearly scoffed when he read it.

'Greetings Mister J! I know I left you in quite a sour mood after our last meeting, but I can only assume that you’re most likely in a much better mood by the time you read this. Like the results of my hypnosis? It usually doesn’t take very long. I’m going with the assumption that my hypnosis already worked and that you’re loving every minute of it. If for some odd reason your captive has already returned to her normal state of mind, I do apologize. But I’m sending this on the assumption that she hasn’t.'

'And if she hasn’t, well…knowing you, you’re just having a field day aren’t you? I have a feeling you’ve never had such a lovely girl warm up to you like this, have you?'

The Joker growled as he read the note. He took that last line as an insult. Cocky little bastard. He continued to read.

'But getting to my point, I have to warn you that her hypnosis most likely isn’t permanent. So being the nice wonderful Doctor that I am, I’ve decided to send you some…let’s just say happy juice for your little pet. It should keep her in an extended state of hypnosis. Just stir the prescribed dosage into her food, and feed it to her once a day. Make sure you don’t overdo it. It could have damaging irreversible affects on her psyche. Well there you have it. See I’m not so bad am I? Don’t worry J. The ugly need love too so I understand!'

-Your pal and fellow Villain The Scarecrow

'P.S. You really must let me study you one of these days!'

The Joker grumbled and crumpled up the paper in his hands. Obnoxious, pretentious little quack! What was this crap he sent him anyway? The Joker picked up one of the small containers and studied it closely. What could he mix it with? Should he feed her a dosage so soon? He supposed he could give her some ice cream with her cake. Hmmm.

**

Okay...so if any of you don't like Stacey being brainwashed there's always a way to reverse it. Let me know lol. And let me know if this was a bit too fluffy. I couldn't help it. It's all Jack's fault! And don't worry, i still love nothing more than writing about overly dominant Joker hehehe.