The Joker's New Pet

Okay this might suck but a friend of mine was bugging me to update so here it is. Okay I was in a weird mood, so I apologize if this came out crappy lol. A teeny bit of smut ahead and more history.

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Flashback…

“Hello, I’m Mike Engel with Gotham tonight. Last week we brought you full coverage of the gruesome murder of Officer Daniel Adams, committed by a man who calls himself the Joker. Within two days of that broadcast, several more unspeakable murders have been reported throughout the city, including the murder of another Police Officer. Officer Craig Marshall went missing just five days ago, and officers discovered his remains in an alley, stuffed into a dumpster off of 28th street and avenue X.”

“Police described the scene as nothing short of grisly. Officer Marshall’s head was completely severed and stuffed into a large ‘Jack In the Box’ that was found right beside his headless body. Apparently his head was mounted on the spring, so when officers opened the box they got a very unpleasant surprise. Police are still investigating but it is believed that this passed week’s murders were not committed by the apparent Joker, but by a group of newfound terrorists who are calling themselves ‘The Joker’s Disciples.’

“It is unknown wither these terrorists are in league with the Joker or wither they are criminally insane ex mental patients who were influenced by the Joker’s recent murder spree. What we are about to show you is not for the faint of heart. We cannot show you the entire video do to censors, but we will show you the beginning of the tape. Keep in mind, the images on this video are disturbing.”

The image on the television switched from Mike Engel to a group of five men, all wearing rubber clown masks, a couple of them holding machetes. In the middle of them sat a frightened police officer. He was bound to a chair and gagged. The largest of the masked men began to speak. “We are the disciples of the Joker. What we have here is a pig. He is a symbol for all the pigs and the dictators and the oppressors who are keepin’ us down!” The large man grunted. His speech and mannerisms revealed that he was clearly mentally challenged.

“We are here to make a stand! We are taking our country back from the oppressors! All law enforcers beware! All mobsters beware! All dictators, politicians, and government officials beware! The Joker will lead us to the light! The Joker will lead us to freedom! Let no one rule over us! No mobs nor law enforcers nor elected officials! This city is ours now! This city belongs to the Joker, our sought after leader! He will lead us into anarchy! He will lead us into the new age, into revolution! He will free us from the chains of a corrupt system and no one shall hinder him! No one shall stand in our way to the path of freedom!”

The large man stomped over behind the bound and shivering police officer. Officer Marshall made frantic muffling noises as the man grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back. He put a knife to his throat. “All hail Joker!” The man yelled.

“Hail Joker!” The rest of the men chanted in chorus. He began to dig into the officer’s throat and that’s when the video switched back to Mike Engel, who was looking very disturbed in his chair.

He turned back to the camera. “The Disciples of the Joker,” he shook is head in disgust. “If you have any information on this league of criminals…”

The bartender turned the T.V off. “That’s enough of that. I don’t need to hear anymore about that crackpot and his league of extraordinary dumbasses,” the older bald bartender grunted as he wiped down some glasses. The boozehounds of the bar began chattering amongst themselves now that their eyes were no longer glued to the television set that hung on the wall.”

**

Alfonso Mancini was at his favorite strip club ‘Lady Luck’ enjoying a cigarette and a cocktail. It wasn’t the best strip club. In fact it was pretty dumpy. But that’s why he liked it. Never a crowd and he could enjoy his cocktail in peace. He also knew that not many of the other mob men frequented there. “Well, well, well. Enjoying the lovely dames Al?” A low uncanny voice suddenly reached his ears over the loud trance music.

The Joker casually sat himself down at Alfonso’s table across from him. He was completely decked out in his elaborate purple suit and had a full face of makeup on. He was holding a rolled up newspaper and he slapped it down on the table. Alfonso immediately started looking around in a panicked motion then he leaned forward and began to speak in a hushed voice. “What are you doing here? You know I could get whacked just by being seen with you?”

“Well Al,” The Joker sighed dramatically. “That uh…little list you’ve made up for me? Well…I feel like I’ve been massacring my way through the entire city. And you know what? I still don’t have any answers. I still don’t know where Joey Biscotti is. Why is that hmm? This little prick a member of the CIA or what? Does he have FBI ties as well? Tell me Al. Why hasn’t anyone told me where he is? Hmm?”

“Listen, the way you’re goin’ at it, you’re gonna end up screwing yourself you know that? I mean Jesus J. You killed a fucking cop. It’s all over the damn news!” Alfonso strained to keep his voice down. “Everyone on the streets knows who you are now. You’re making a bad name for yourself in Gotham’s underworld, ya know that? Sooner or later someone’s gonna knife ya right in the back, and it’ll be soon too if you keep this reckless shit up,” Alfonso berated. “I mean Christ I knew ya had balls, but I didn’t think you’d go charging into the police station and start slaughtering cops like you’re the god damn one man Calvary!”

“Only killed one cop,” the Joker corrected him. “So far anyway,” he sniggered eerily.

Alfonso shook his head. “You’re one brave crazy bastard you know that? Ya know you’re gonna be caught soon if you’re not careful. Especially goin’ out dressed like that. For fuck’s sake. The colors. I feel like I need sunglasses just to look at ya and it’s nearly pitch black in here!”

“No, no, no, no,” the Joker clicked his tongue. “I’m always careful. Believe it or not I can be pretty…sneaky when I want to be. By the way, take a gander at the drawing they have of me in the paper,” the Joker giggled and spread out the paper in front of Alfonso. Alfonso picked it up and stared at it. It was a drawing of a chalky pale-faced man with a pointy chin wearing a purple hat. He had a huge smile on his face, showing off his teeth. His hair was painted green. The drawing was very cartoon like. The Joker chuckled. “Funny eh? Apparently some old lady claimed to see me and that’s how she described me to the artist. Poor thing was obviously senile. That looks nothing like me,” he chortled creepily.

“Yeah,” Alfonso tossed the paper back on the table, without a hint of a smile. “Sorry J, it’s hard to laugh knowing my life’s on the line just by me sitting here chattin’ with ya. If any of my boys decide to visit Lady Luck tonight and they see me here with you, I’m as good as dead. You know that right?” Alfonso berated. “And you know ya got some little followers now right? A buncha half brained mentally retarded lunatics are going around slaughtering innocent people in your name now. Did ya hear about that buddy?” Alfonso couldn’t hide the irritation in his voice.

The smile wiped off of the Joker’s face, and his expression was now very somber. “Gee Al,” The Joker growled. “Why so serious? Ya know, I’m this close,” he gestured with his fingers. “To taking a machine gun and bringing genocide down on this whole wretched city and then shooting myself in the head. Excuse me for trying to keep a sense of humor. Trying to look at the bright side here, ya know? Don’t push my buttons. It’s not wise,” he reached into his inner pocket and flashed his gun to Alfonso.

Alfonso felt a lump in his throat at the sight of his gun. Even though he himself always carried a gun, he didn’t know what the Joker was capable of, especially after that little display of his work on the news. “Hey, hey,” Alfonso waved his hands and tried calming him down. “Relax huh? I didn’t mean to..”

“By the way, does Nancy know about your frequent little trips to the girly bar Al?” The Joker clicked his tongue. “Ya know…Jack had a wife once. I don’t remember him ever going to a strip club when he was with her.”

“I love my wife Joker. I’d never cheat on her. But I just like to look ya know? Sometimes a man needs to get away. It’s either this or a bar. And I prefer to have a little entertainment when I drink ya know?” Said Alfonso, now feeling a little on edge at the Joker’s sudden mood swing.

A blond stripper seductively trotted her way over to Alfonso, completely ignoring the Joker. She had her big fake boobs pumped up in a see through bra. “Lap dance sugar?” She purred and leaned over, showing off her cleavage inches away from Alfonso’s face.

“Not now Darla,” Alfonso tried hiding his anxiousness. “My friend and I here are having a very serious conversation.” The stripper glanced at the Joker. For the split second that they made eye contact, the Joker could sense fear. He could also sense disgust. This stripper didn’t want to go near him. He could see it in her eyes. It was probably the scars. Sure, she probably gave lap dances to much uglier men than him in the past but it was clear that he made her uneasy. “Suit yourself,” she said and continued to walk around the room looking for another sucker to con money out of. The Joker watched her walk away with repugnance.

Alfonso put out his cigarette and leaned over the table again. “Look Joker, like I was sayin’….”

“Hey, can I get you boys anything?” the cocktail waitress asked with a pleasant smile. She leaned in between them. She had a very thick east coast accent and was obviously of Italian decent. She had dark hair and dark eyes and was middle-aged. She was dressed in a skimpy black little cocktail dress.

“Not Now Mercedes, my friend here and I…”

“I’ll take soda water,” the Joker cut Alfonso off. “I don’t drink.”

Mercedes smiled at him. “Sure thing hun,” She leaned over and whispered in Alfonso’s ear. “Ey, uh Fonzo what’s with your friend huh? He just come from a kid’s birthday party or somethin’?”

“Atatata, I heard that doll,” the Joker tsked. “Talking about me when I’m right here? Very rude of you sweetheart.”

Mercedes looked at him humorously. “Oh, darlin’ I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean it like…”

“My friend here is a performer. Has a little magic act goin’ during the day ain’t that right J?” Alfonso interrupted her.

“Oh, sure, sure,” The Joker snickered mirthlessly.

“I’ll take the usual Mercedes. Gin and Tonic,” Alfonso smiled up at her. She nodded and scurried away to get their drinks.

“Ya know, these little uh…girlies are rude here aren’t they?” The Joker said nastily. “I hear a couple of them on break over there, talking about me,” the Joker motioned with his head, guiding Alfonso’s eyes over to a group of strippers who were gathered in a corner chattering amongst themselves. “Talking about ol’ scar face over here. They aren’t very bright either. I don’t think they realize that my ears aren’t connected to my cheeks, so these scars don’t make me deaf,” the Joker grumbled irritably.

“Look J, you really need to calm down. Relax alright? You’re on edge all of a sudden. Hey. How’s about I buy you a lap dance huh? Or better yet a private show? I mean how long has it been for you anyway?” The Joker glowered at him dangerously at those last words. “Oh, sorry, sorry J. I know. I’m a dumbass. Sorry. Seriously though, let me buy you a private show ‘uh? These girls here go all the way if ya know what I mean,” he leaned over and winked at the Joker with a goofy smile.

The Joker merely scoffed and sneered. “Aw come on!” Said Alfonso. “Here, I’ll call Darla over here. Word on the street is she’s the queen of BJs. Like she’ll knock your socks off with her mouth alone,” the Joker scrunched his face in disgust. “Let me get ‘er over here.”

“No,” Said the Joker Tersely. “I don’t want her. I don’t like fake.”

“Ah,” said Alfonso. “Not a fan of the fake melons huh?”

“That’s not the only thing about her that’s fake,” the Joker said nastily.

“Alright, alright. No Darla then,” said Alfonso. “Alright just look around the room and pick any girl you want huh? Any girl at all. On me.”

The Joker gave a look like he was in deep thought. His dark eyes glanced around the room at the many scantily clad and topless females. Eventually his eyes wandered to Mercedes, the waitress. She was obviously a little older and she was plain compared to the rest of the girls. The Joker watched as she served a couple of other guys their cocktails. They shooed her away with a dollar bill and Mercedes seemed to sigh unhappily and stuff it in her pocket. Those same men were throwing hundred dollar bills at the strippers. The Joker was very good at reading people. Mercedes was miserable and stuck in an obvious dead end job, at a place where youth and looks greatly mattered.

“I want that one,” the Joker pointed to Mercedes as she rummaged through the cash register behind the bar.

Alfonso turned his head. His face scrunched in puzzlement. He turned back to the Joker. “Mercedes? The Waitress?” The Joker nodded. “But J…she’s not a stripper,” Alfonso laughed a little.

“Don’t care. That’s the one I want,” the Joker said firmly.

Alfonso bit his lip. Soon Mercedes returned with their drinks. She forced a fake smile as she set their drinks on the table. “Here you boys are,” she said bubbly. “That’ll be ten dolla’s for the water and uh, fifteen dolla’s for the Cocktail Fonzo.”

“Ten dollars for a bottle of soda water?” The Joker tsked.

“Welcome to the strip club honey,” Mercedes smiled and winked at him.

“Mercedes,” Said Alfonso and he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He flipped it open and pulled out some cash. “How would you like to earn a little extra tonight huh?”

Mercedes looked at him in bewilderment then smiled. “Fonzo,” The Joker could see her blushing. “You know I don’t do that no more. I stopped strippin’ a while ago. I mean I don’t have the body that I used to. But I’m very flattered. Ya never even asked me for a lap dance before.”

“Oh no, no It’s not for me,” said Alfonzo. “See, I told my buddy J here that I’d buy him a private show. And he picked you.”

Mercedes turned and looked at the Joker. “Oh,” the Joker grinned at her, and for some reason it sent a chill down her spine. “Well honey, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t do that anymore.”

“Now, now,” said the Joker. “Is that by choice, or did the sleaze ball owner demote you?”

Mercedes suddenly shot him a look like he had just shot her dog. “Now wait just a minute there mister. What do you mean by that?” She crossed her arms haughtily.

The Joker put his hands up. “Atatata, nothing bad beautiful. I’m just a little upset that they have the prettiest girl in the club waiting tables. That’s all.” He smiled gently at her.

Her look softened. “Oh,” She felt herself blushing again. The Joker’s smile broadened.

Alfonso waved the wad of cash in front of her face. “Come on Mercedes,” he coaxed. “Just this one time. My friend here really needs to relax. Do it for me huh?”

….

Mercedes led the Joker into one of the private rooms and locked the door. The room was small but cozy and the lights were dimmed. A queen size bed with pink sheets and heart pillows was set against the wall. The Joker chuckled at the sight of the bed. “So, only private dances go on in these rooms huh?”

“Aw honey, everyone knows what goes on in strip clubs. You never really visit these places do you?” Said Mercedes.

“Hmm…don’t think I ever had the need to,” He turned and looked down at the short dark haired waitress. Her hair was messily scrunched up in a bun. She already looked tired from working all night. “Until now,” he grinned uncannily.

Mercedes felt herself shiver in his gaze. The Joker could feel it too. She was nervous around him. “So,” Mercedes spoke after swallowing hard. “What kind of lap dance do you want hun?”

“Hmm,” the Joker mused. “Mercedes, why are you working at a place like this anyway hmm? You’re an attractive woman. You seem intelligent. What got you to work at a scummy joint like this?”

“Woah, woah, hun getting a little personal there don’t ya think?” Said Mercedes and she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I should ask youse where ya got those scars eh bub?”

When she asked him about his scars, something inside the Joker snapped. Perhaps it was the tone of voice she had used. “That is none of your business Mercedes,” he spat in a low growling voice. Mercedes felt her heart beat just a little faster at his sudden mood swing.

“Look sorry,” Said Mercedes. “I’m just a little touchy is all. Seems you are too. I get it alright?” The Joker scowled at her. “Look. I’ll tell ya how I fell into this world. Never knew my father, mother was an alcoholic and pill popper, I left home at sixteen, there happy?” Mercedes quickly spilled her guts out. “And I know what you’re thinkin’. What’s an old broad like me still doin’ workin’ in a joint like this alongside these young chicks? I must be some kinda loser huh? And you saw me there, and felt sorry for me. You were probably thinkin’ hey, she looks like a nice old broad. I’ll bet she’s barely scraping by and she probably doesn’t even get laid no more. I’m feelin’ like a nice guy, I’ll throw the old broad a bone. Make her feel like she’s still worth somethin’. Make her…”

Mercedes started going off on a rant, but the Joker quickly advanced on her and brought a gloved hand up to her cheek. “Hey, sh, sh,” he quieted her gently. His facial expression softened and he lightly stroked her cheek with his finger. “That’s enough of that now. First of all, you’re not even that old. Secondly, any guy who wouldn’t want to um…’lay’ you is clearly gay. You’re gorgeous.”

Mercedes stared up into his chocolate eyes. Somehow, this odd man’s presence was both alluring and a little unnerving at the same time. He trailed his hand to the back of her head where he unclasped her hair clip. “First, let’s get rid of this,” he whispered gruffly. He pulled the hair clip out of her hair and tossed it behind him on the bed. He stroked her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. Mercedes almost felt herself go weak in the knees as his hand trailed under he hair over to the nape of her neck. His touch was rather relaxing. “Next, let’s lose the heels little girl.”

Mercedes raised an eyebrow. “Ya know, in the past most guys liked me to keep my heels on. Shit, I’m short already and you’re a tall behemoth and my neck’s already strainin’ from looking up at ya.”

“I like short girls,” said the Joker tersely. “Short, diminutive, little girls. I like petite,” he stroked her hair. “And watch your language. I don’t like it when women curse. A potty mouth is a huge turn off.”

Mercedes chuckled a little as she leaned over and took off her heels. “What are you, my father or somethin’?”

The Joker smirked. “Hmm…you never had a father figure growing up did you little girl?” he spoke in a low voice. “You know what I would’ve done if I was your daddy and caught you working in a place like this? I’d have taken you over my knee and spanked your bare little bottom.”

Mercedes felt all the blood rush to her cheeks. Despite dealing with aggressive men most of her life, she still couldn’t help but feel a little awkward. She giggled nervously. “Well, I doubt you’re old enough to be my daddy sugar. Hell, I can’t even tell how old you are with all of that makeup ya got caked on there, but I’m probably older than you are.”

“Oh, no, no no,” The Joker tsked. “Age doesn’t matter sweetheart. I’m an old soul. Besides I’m bigger than you,” he snickered eerily. “And I’m going to be your daddy tonight Mercedes. And you know what? I am going to spank you. Because I need to relieve some stress. And it’s been a while since I’ve had a pretty little girl’s bottom over my lap to take out my aggression on.”

“Ah so you’re into the rough shit,” said Mercedes. She felt this clown already had a slight creep factor going on what with his extravagant getup. Of course he would be the type to have an odd fetish. Well, at least he didn’t want to lick her feet or anything.

“There’s that potty mouth again,” the Joker shook his head and tsked. He unbuckled his custom purple belt that matched his outfit, and slowly slipped it out of its loops. He doubled it up and smacked it in his palm. “That little mouth of yours is gonna earn ya extra swats doll.”

At the sight of his belt, Mercedes put her hand up in a halting motion. “Woah buddy. If you think you’re gonna use that thing on me, you better be payin’ extra. I’m nobody’s whipping girl capisce?”

The Joker reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of hundreds. Mecerdes’s mouth hung open at the sight of that large clump of cash. He placed it over between the pillows of the bed. “There ya go doll face. All yours. But only if you do what I say,” said the Joker. “Capisce?” he mimicked.

Mercedes bit her lip. “Alright. But ya better be careful.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Said the Joker,” I’ll be gentle.” He looked her up and down for a moment. “Well? What are you waiting for little girl? The dress, panties, bra, even the stockings are all gonna have to go.”

Mercedes slowly took off her dress. The Joker could sense she was nervous, and a little shy about her body. When she had stripped all of her clothes off and was standing completely naked under the Joker’s piercing gaze, her arms instinctively attempted to cover up her body. The Joker flashed her a gentle smile. “Why are you trying to cover yourself baby doll? Your body’s gorgeous. Besides. I thought you were a professional.”

“Yeah, well I let myself go these passed couple of years,” Mercedes said gloomily.

“Now knock that off. And put those arms down. You’re gorgeous,” said the Joker. “So drop those arms. Now,” He ordered seriously. She did so and he admired her naked flesh. He sat down on the bed and patted his lap. “Over my lap little girl.” Mercedes felt herself gulp. For some reason she also felt a little wet. She hadn’t had a man act this dominating with her in a while.

The Joker grasped her arm and pulled her over his left leg, so that her upper body rested on the bed. He positioned her over his thigh so that it was comfortable for the both of them. C’mere,” He grunted. “I want to feel your full weight on my leg.”

Mercedes shivered as he gently ran the belt over her naked backside. He pinned her down, remembering how his Emma loved it when he completely restrained her, making her feel like a helpless little girl dangling over his knee. He started out light, barely tapping her bottom with the belt.

Mercedes moaned as he softly spanked her, but it was the type of moaning one would hear out of a porno movie, or the type of noises a stripper would make when they were trying to please a customer. In other words it sounded fake. And the Joker picked up on it right away. The Joker didn’t like it when a girl was faking it. Emma never faked it when Jack spanked her. She absolutely adored it and all of her moans were genuine displays of deep passion. Deep passion she had for Jack and the loving displays of affection he showered her with.

Something else snapped in the Joker. Another flash of rage surged through the Joker’s body. How dare this woman pretend to be enjoying it! It was an insult. An insult to his ego and an insult to his intelligence for even assuming he’d believe her phony pathetic little moans. He suddenly felt himself go limp. Her faking had turned him off and completely threw him out of his sexual mindset. The Joker’s voice rumbled in his throat and he raised the belt high. It came crashing back down onto her bottom like the lash of a whip and Mercedes’s moaning suddenly turned into a loud yelp.

“Ah! Eeek! What the fuck are you doing you creep?!” She yelled.

He swatted her hard again, and she squealed some more. The Joker was angry. He now wanted to teach this woman a lesson for insulting him so badly. “I don’t like it when women fake pleasure Mercedes,” he growled in an unearthly voice. He was suddenly a completely different person. “I’m going to teach you some manners little girl.”

As the Joker was whipping her with his belt, he noticed something happening that even he couldn’t quite understand. Every time Mercedes yelped in anguish, he felt his cock jolt. A sudden part of him enjoyed feeling her squirm over his leg and cry out in pain. He liked seeing her suffer for insulting him. He liked it. And so did his penis. When he heard her begin to whimper and beg him for mercy, he was suddenly rock hard. He could almost explode right there.

He tossed the belt on the floor, and ripped his gloves off. When he released her for a moment to take off his gloves, Mercedes tried to get up, but he quickly pinned her back down over his knee and groped her bottom with his bare hand. He forced her thighs apart then he opened her vagina with his fingers. He almost drooled as he admired her sweet entrance. My god it really had been a while since he had done anything with a woman. The last one was Emma of course. Since he had lost her, he had been so emotionally distraught and wrapped up in his revenge, that he hadn’t had time to even fathom thinking about sex.

He noticed her womanly fluids dripping out of her pussy. “Hmm,” the Joker made a noise like he had spotted something delicious to eat. “Looks like you really were enjoying it after all. I apologize,” he snickered.

“You…you creep…I told you not to..” Mercedes started.

“Sh, sh, sh,” the Joker hushed her and gently massaged her aching backside. “Now, now darling. You can’t tell me it was that bad. Don’t worry. You’ll be getting paid and then some.”

He leaned over and licked her sore red cheeks. He lathered them up with his tongue then he rubbed his own spit into her tender skin. He picked her up and sprawled her out on the bed on her stomach. He began kissing the back of her thighs, then made his way up to her backside, and all the way up to the small of her back where she jolted. He had pressed his lips into a sensitive spot. Then his lips made their way up to her shoulders. Then he advanced to her neck, where he sucked and nibbled causing her to moan. “Now that’s more like it. That’s what I like to hear. Genuine moaning,” the Joker chuckled.

Mercedes suddenly turned around and forcefully kissed him. When she pulled away from him, she looked into his eyes seductively. “Suck my nipples,” she demanded.

The Joker merely chuckled. “Ho oh, oh, someone’s suddenly got a little fire on her.”

“Take them in your mouth. Suck ’em,” She demanded again. “Please.”

The Joker chortled then he took each of her nipples in his mouth and suckled on them. Then he kissed her stomach. He flinched when Mercedes abruptly grabbed his hair and pulled him back up to her face where she kissed him forcefully again. “Take me. Put it inside of me. I need it now,” she groaned. The truth was, it had been a while for her too.

“Boy you women really are something,” the Joker snickered. “Just a few minutes ago you were calling me a creep and every other name in the book and now you’re begging me to take ya.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Said Mercedes. “Just shuddup and do me already.”

The Joker growled and slapped her bottom again. He got up and took his pants off then mounted her. She wrapped her legs around him, and he began moving back and fourth with her beneath him. For some reason, his penis was going down again. Mercedes trailed her fingers over his face. He flinched as she wiped some of his makeup off. She could now partially make out the man underneath. “Jesus,” Mercedes gasped. “You really are young.”

“Not on the inside,” the Joker grunted, now irritated that he was having a hard time keeping it up again. He continued to move back and fourth, rubbing it against her pussy, trying to get hard again.

“Come on,” Mercedes panted. “Put it inside me,” she breathed.

The Joker watched her chest heave up and down from her heavy breathing. His eyes moved up to her face where her cheeks were flushed in arousal. A swift image flashed before his eyes, a sudden horrifyingly gruesome image that tore straight into his soul.

...

“Jaaaack, Jaaaack!” Emma cried out in anguish. She screamed, but no one came to her aid. “Oh god, oh god Jack,” she was shaking from bawling so hard, and her tears dripped onto the hard pavement. Her cries were accompanied by the cruel laughter of her tormenter that hovered above her menacingly. “ Jaaack!”

...

The Joker was now sweating profusely. He quickly leaped off of Mercedes like he had been shocked by electricity. He was breathing hard, and he looked like he had just seen a ghost. Mercedes sat up and gave him a baffled look. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

The Joker quickly shook it off. “Nothing. Nothing. I just realized…I can’t do this. Not right now.”

Mercedes gave him a look like he had stabbed her in the heart with a blade. “Is my body really that disgusting? You can’t even get it up after all of that?”

“No!” the Joker said quickly. He quickly walked over to her and stroked her hair. “Not you doll. Not you at all. I just…I can’t be here right now. Too many things I have to do.”

“But…” Mercedes started to speak, but didn’t know what to say. She just sat on the bed now in bewilderment.

The Joker hastily threw his clothes back on, and rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out yet another wad of cash. He took Mercedes’s hand gently in his and placed the wad of cash in her palm. “Here, here’s some more. Keep the change. Thank you for tonight beautiful. I really, really needed it. You have no idea. You’re gorgeous. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

“But…”

“I need to be going now beautiful. So sorry. You take care now. And be good,” those were the last words he spoke before he left the bewildered woman sitting naked on the bed by herself.

…

The Joker quickly walked out of the strip club and he inhaled deeply, smelling the midnight air. He suddenly slapped his face and shook his head like Curly from the three stooges. He had more work to do. He was a man on a mission. Only one thing mattered to him now.

His face was now grave and unmoved again, like a silent warrior who had been sent on a quest to kill. He began to walk hurriedly. He didn’t know that a pair of eyes watched him from a distance. A pair of eyes that had followed him there and that knew who he was.

The Joker heard small footsteps trotting behind him. And then a high-pitched voice soon followed. “Excuse me? Hey…hey!”

The Joker twirled around swiftly. “What?!” He roared, catching the young boy off guard and nearly making him faint. The Joker was tall, and in the moonlight he looked like a creature that had been spawned from the very fires of hell. A deranged clown. A child’s nightmare. But under his frightening makeup, he was still a man.

The boy regained his composure. “You’re the Joker right? That’s what they call ya? I know who you are.”

The Joker’s face softened just a tad when he made out what this stranger looked like in the darkness. He was only a young boy, his shaggy mob of brown hair hanging over his baby face. “How did you know who I was kid?” The Joker growled, trying to give the boy a fright so that he’d leave him alone.

“Lotsa people know who you are,” said the boy. “You’ve become famous over Gotham’s underworld. Everyone on the streets has been talkin’ about ya. You’re an inspiration. They say you’re one brave son of a bitch. You’ve inspired people to stand up for what they believe in.”

The Joker blinked. “What are you rambling about?” he was perplexed. “How old are you anyway kid? Twelve? What the hell are you doing out in a place like this anyway? Near a damn strip club no less. Isn’t it passed your bed time?” He spat.

“I’m fourteen,’ Said the boy. “Name’s Marcus. Marcus Young,” he offered the Joker his hand to shake it but the Joker didn’t move. The boy quickly scratched the back of his head akwardly instead.

“Well good for you,” Said the Joker sarcastically. “Now run along home. I’ve got work to do.” He started walking away.

“Wait!” yelled Marcus and he started trotting alongside the Joker. The Joker sighed and rolled his eyes. “I wanna come with you.”

The Joker abruptly halted again. He turned and sneered down at the boy. “What are you, nuts?” he snapped. “I work alone kid. I don’t need a sidekick. If you’re smart you’ll pretend you never saw me.” He began hastily walking again.

“Wait!” Marcus yelled again and trotted behind him. “What if I could tell you where the Biscotti’s were?”

The Joker stopped again. He didn’t turn but only stood there for a moment, in deep thought. “Go on.”

“Word on the street is, you’re after them. You’re looking for them right? You’re looking to whack the whole Biscotti family aren’t you?”

The Joker slowly turned around to face him again. “Alright kid. Who told you that, and why does it matter to a little runt like you?”

“Because I’m after them too,” said Marcus, a fire now lit in his blue eyes. “They killed my older brother.”

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Yikes no Stacey in this chapter? I promise the next chapter will probably be all Joker and Stacey. The Joker and the waitress thing...I just thought it would be fun writing the Joker dominating an older woman for some reason lol (no I am younger than Heath. Like I said I was just in a weird mood lol.) Also it's a first look at him turning a little sadistic sexually as well. I promise this story will have a wrap up soon lol.