The Joker's New Pet

Bah I was sick this week so I had a chance to write some more. This chapter probably came out crappy, but it'll make sense soon i promise lol. Oh and for the record, the Joker was nice to that waitress/stripper woman because he still had a little bit of Jack in him. Yes my Joker is a little complex and unpredictable lol.

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The Joker was irritated. Something in that powder that Doctor Crane had sent him had caused Stacey to become ill. It was not long after he had fed it to her that she began vomiting. That was an inconvenient mess. He had to change the sheets and bring her up a bucket to vomit in while he held her hair out of her face. Obviously her body was rejecting it. He was partially worried that the little quack had played a trick on him, and sent him poison.

But it wasn’t long before Stacey had stopped vomiting, and claimed that she didn’t have anything left in her system to throw up. She had spoken to him in a drowsy voice, as if she were intoxicated. The Joker stroked her forehead and the last thing Stacey heard was his distant fuzzy voice, ordering her to stay in bed and to not leave it until he gave her permission. Inside the Joker’s mind, Jack was worried and almost felt guilty as he watched Stacey drift off into slumber. He hoped he wouldn’t return to this room and find her dead.

Even if the doctor’s substance didn’t kill his little pet, he still planned to rip Crane a new one just for causing him to ruin a set of perfectly good harlequin bed sheets. After playing Nurse J for his little bunny, the Joker left her alone in the room to sleep. He grumbled to himself as he grumpily, and half worriedly, made his way down the stairs. That’s when he caught sight of his men at the foot of the steps, gathered around one of his scrawny men Chester.

Chester was shivering as two rather large men, Wally and Bruno, each held one of his arms. He looked pale. The Joker crinkled his face. “What’s this?”

“Boss, I think you should know somethin’,” Said Wally in his deep voice.

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The Joker and his men were now gathered around the mansion’s large library on the first floor. It was packed. The Joker had an entire army patrolling the mansion and now he had summonsed all of them into that room for an emergency meeting. They all collected into a massive circle with the Joker at its center and a very pastel and anxious looking Chester bound to a chair before him.

The Joker scanned the room, making deadly eye contact with each of his men. He noticed one young blond man was missing. He looked different than the rest of the mean looking bunch, and the fact that he wasn’t there stood out like a sore thumb. “Where the hell’s Stanley?!” The Joker growled in a threatening voice.

At those words, the double doors to the library flew open and Stanley scurried in, still limping do to his injured leg. “Sorry, sorry boss, I was in the bathroom, I...” The Joker glowered at him, making him realize that it was probably best that he just shut his mouth. He stood quietly next to the other men now, clearing his throat and bowing his head respectfully.

The Joker snorted and turned back to the guilty man tied to the chair. Chester’s body was quaking nervously. He looked deathly ill. His eyes were cast downward and he was mumbling to himself. The Joker could partially make out what he was mumbling, and it sounded like a prayer. The Joker clicked his tongue. “Chester, Chester, Chester,” he chanted menacingly. “Why so nervous? After all, aren’t the accused innocent until proven guilty?”

Chester brought his eyes upward and cowered before the Joker’s dark glare. “Caught him myself boss,” Wally spoke up. “Hidin’ behind a tree like the yellow bellied snake he is. Heard him talking on the phone. To someone named T.J. Sneaky son of a bitch.”

“I was-was only talking to my brother,” Chester fumbled with his words. “T.J’s just a brother I swear! I…”

The Joker reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He flipped it open and scanned through the incoming and outgoing calls. “Just a brother huh?” The Joker asked casually. “Well apparently you two are the closest brothers I’ve ever seen. You sure do call each other an awful lot don’t ya? Are you sure T.J isn’t your lover? You know we’re not like the army here. I wasn’t gonna boot ya out just because you’re a homo. I don’t discriminate. Hey whatever floats your boat,” The Joker chuckled mirthlessly.

“It’s my brother, I swear! He’s just having a hard time lately, financially and…”

“Shut up!!” The Joker’s calm demeanor was gone in an instant and he suddenly backhanded Chester across the face causing his head to whip violently to the side. Chester slinked further into his chair as much as possible and the Joker was now yelling in his face. “Who do you work for?!” The Joker bellowed in his ear causing him to flinch and recoil.

“No one! I..I…”

The Joker backhanded him again, harder. A tiny bit of blood leaked out of Chester’s nose. The Joker grabbed both of his ears and jerked his head forward. “Who sent you?!” The Joker hissed angrily through gritted teeth. “Was it the cops? Hmmm? Is your little brother T.J a copper?”

“Okay, okay! You were right. Yeah, yeah he’s my-he’s my lover. I was just too ashamed to admit it. Not even my parents know! Alright?! Are you happy?!” Chester yelled back at the Joker in a wounded voice.

The Joker licked his lips. For a moment the entire library was deathly silent and the only noise that broke the utter stillness was the sound of Chester’s ragged and excessively anxious breathing. After the Joker’s dark eyes tore into Chester’s soul for what seemed like an age, he finally spoke. “Alright.” His voice was eerily calm. The Joker raised the phone in his hand and fiddled with the buttons some more. “So. Does lover boy know what crowd you run with? Hmmm?”

Chester nodded weakly. “Good,” The Joker pressed the call button on the phone and then put it up to Chester’s ear. “How’s about you call lover boy right now? Ask him how his day has been, hmm?”

Chester nodded weakly again. He was sweating so much it was as if he were being baked in an oven. When it was apparent that the person on the other end answered the phone, Chester looked right into the Joker’s dangerous eyes and spoke. “H-hello honey? It’s your Chester bear. Just calling to see how your day has been.”

With those last words the Joker immediately ripped the phone away from his ear and listened in. All he heard was a small ‘click’ on the other end. The person had clearly caught on and hung up. The Joker slowly pulled the phone away from his ear and closed it back up. His eyes were now glaring back at Chester like two unwelcoming cesspools.

And staring into Chester’s eyes, the Joker saw a look that he had recognized time and time again. There was the look of a man who knew he was going to die. Those were the eyes of a man who was now sitting face to face with the grim reaper. And next came those pleading words that the Joker was so used to hearing as he reached into his trench coat and pulled out his favorite knife. “Please…please. You don’t have to do this,” Chester implored pathetically.

“Oh but I do Chester. Ya see I don’t like it when rats get into my nice home. Little rats that run around destroying everything I’ve worked so hard on with their jagged little rat teeth. Skittering across my clean floor with their dirty little rat paws. Nope. I don’t like it. Not. One. Bit.” He threw the phone down on the floor and stomped on it violently with his foot causing it to break.

The Joker grabbed Chester’s hair and brought his knife up to his face. “So,” he spoke casually. “Who sent you hmm? And any other little rat friends of yours wander onto my property that I should know about? Hmm?”

The Joker could feel Chester’s head shivering as he held his hair in a firm grip. Chester kept his eyes glued to the knife, nervously anticipating a slow and painful death. The Joker twirled the knife around in his fingers causing the reflection of the ceiling lamp to glisten off of the blade and hit Chester in the eye. The Joker smirked evilly. “You look nervous,” he hissed. “Does my little uh, friend here make you nervous Chester?” Chester didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixated on the blade.

“Don’t mind my little friend here. He doesn’t really understand why people are afraid of him. Ya see he’s not as sharp as he looks,” the Joker sniggered. “In fact he’s quite dull if you catch my drift. He takes forever to complete a job if you know what I mean. So uh, in order to avoid a long, ha, dull painful session with Mr. Slicey here I suggest you tell me where your other little rat friends are,” he tugged on his hair. “So where’s the rat’s nest hmm?”

Chester only stared at the knife for a moment, breathing hard and sweating profusely. Then he slowly brought his eyes up to meet the Joker’s intimidating gaze. He knew that no matter what, he was going to die anyway. It was too late. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. There are no rats here J.”

The Joker snickered mirthlessly. “Quite noble for a rat. Not gonna sell out your friends huh? I’m impressed,” he turned and looked around the room. “Any of you uh, wonderfully loyal minions of mine notice any other rats skittering around the house? Hmm?” the men were mostly quiet, and all of course said no, shaking their heads. “Now’s your last chance to speak up. Before I set up my rat traps,” he sniggered. “Stanley? See any rats on your trip to the bathroom?”

Stanley jumped a little when the Joker said his name. “No-no boss. Aint seen no rats. And I’m not one either. I promise!” His voice shook.

“Hmmm,” the Joker mused. “I guess I’ll just have to call an exterminator,” he snickered and turned back to the pale looking Chester. “Chester, Chester,” his mere voice felt like a blade slicing into Chester’s stomach. “Did I ever tell you how I really got these scars?” Chester only stared at him blankly, expecting what was to come next. “What’s that? How did I get them you ask?” the Joker asked mockingly, leaning in and putting a hand to his hear.

“Did I ever tell you I was a circus performer before I was a mob boss?” the Joker began, never being able to resist telling a scar story. Right now however, he wasn’t in the mood for a long theatrical performance. This would be quick. “Boy those carnies are tough I tell ya. Very freakish bunch. All the rumors about carnies are true ya know. Do you know what it takes to be a circus clown?” he shook Chester’s head for him.

“You know as soon as you join the circus you pay for it in blood? So I walk into the circus one day,” the Joker snickered a little, his voice sounding quite sinister. “And I confess to the carnies that it was my dream to be a clown. So they inform me that I have to go through the initiation first. That they would have to give me the mark of the circus, insuring that I was one of them for life. So this group of clowns, all dressed in full performance gear face paint and all, lead me into one of the tents. It was there that they all ganged up on me. They tackled me and restrained me then they showed me their gruesome markings.”

“ Some had permanent smiles carved into their faces, others had permanent frowns. Some had red noses permanently installed in place of where their real noses would be. Others had white paint forever tattooed on their faces. Let’s just say those carnies took their work rather uh, seriously,” the Joker giggled. “So they look at me, me standing there restrained by these clowns against my will, unable to hide my nervousness. They decide I look a bit too serious for their taste. They figure that if I’m to be a clown, I’m going to have to, heh, lighten up a bit. So one of the smiling clowns takes out a blade, and sticks it in my mouth like this,” Chester jolted as he slowly slipped the knife into his mouth.

“And then, very slowly and painfully, he starts cutting into my cheek like this,” Chester let out an agonizing wail as the Joker began to very slowly slice into his left cheek with the dull knife. “Oh shush, shush. Be a man. Even I didn’t scream that loud,” he snickered. Many of his men looked away as the Joker began torturing his victim.

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Stacey awoke to the strange feeling of being lighter than air. She almost felt like she was outside of herself. She wondered if she even existed at all. She sat up in the bed and looked down at her hands with fascination. It was as if she was amazed to even have hands. Even though she still felt rather odd, it wasn’t a bad feeling. In fact she suddenly felt pretty good. She was just relieved that she no longer felt sick.

She glanced to her side and noticed that Ace, the little puppy that the Joker had gotten her for her ‘birthday’ was sleeping soundly beside her. A small smile pursed her lips as she recalled the Joker setting him in the bed with her so that he’d keep her company while she slept. She reached down and stroked the warm little puppy while he stirred and whimpered a little in his sleep. Stacey was also fascinated with how ultra soft the puppy’s fur felt.

With one final stretch and a yawn, Stacey hopped out of bed. She wondered where the Joker was. She slowly opened the door of the bedroom and peeked her head out. The mansion felt oddly empty. She made her way down the stairs and noticed there was no one in the large living room on the first floor. She was startled when a sudden masculine scream echoed faintly through the walls of the mansion. She hopped down the stairs and decided to follow the source of the scream with anxious curiosity. “Mister J?” She called weakly.

“I swear I’m not--aaaah! Ah! Jesus not there please!” The man’s desperate cries reached Stacey’s ears and she felt an odd twitch in her stomach. The man was clearly in trouble. Still, her instincts forced her to follow the screams. She had to find out what was going on. That and her judgment was still a little off do to being pumped up with Doctor Crane’s ‘happy powder.’

The man’s disturbing wails eventually led her to a pair of large double doors on the first floor. She almost felt as though her body was reacting on it’s own as she pushed open the doors and peeked her blond head in. Apparently her opening the doors had made more noise than she anticipated, because the large group of scary looking men now turned their attention in her direction. And in the middle of these men stood a tall man in a long purple trench coat. He twirled around fast and the image that Stacey saw was far more disturbing than the man’s screams.

He was bound to a chair and both his cheeks had been slit to create a gruesome bloody smile. His shirt had been ripped open and he had cuts all over his chest that were bleeding uncontrollably. For a split second the Joker made eye contact with the startled Stacey. “Stacey!” he yelled in a scolding voice as if she had stumbled onto something she shouldn’t have.

Stacey gasped and immediately closed the doors to the library. She hurriedly trotted away from the room and crossed her arms over her chest. She felt her heart beating rapidly and she began to hyperventilate.

If it were possible, the Joker was now even more furious. He yelled out some curse words that his henchmen weren’t used to hearing out of their sophisticated boss. “Fuck!” he bellowed. “Son of a bitch!” he roared. Then without even looking at Chester, he slammed his knife right into his throat and left it stuck in his neck. Chester gargled and his eyes rolled back into his head as blood leaked out of his throat. The Joker stomped through his group of men looking rather determined. “Keep out of my sight and take care of the body,” he barked at them. “You know what to do.”

He swiftly exited the library and he saw Stacey on the other side of the living room with her back turned to him rubbing her arms and hyperventilating. He hoped to whatever god there was that his project hadn’t already been foiled. If it were, he would be sure to take it out on some of his buffoons. He grabbed Stacey from behind and turned her around to face him. She continued to breath erratically. “Hey,” the Joker said softly. “Hey. It’s okay, it’s okay little bunny. Sh, sh,” he pulled her into an embrace

“W-what were you doing to that man?” Stacey asked shakily as the Joker held her tightly against his chest.

“Oh little bunny, you weren’t supposed to see that,” the Joker cooed. “He..that man in there, he was, he was a spy honey,” the Joker fumbled.

“A-a spy?” Stacey asked in a small voice.

“Oh yes,” said the Joker. “I believe he was a spy for the batman. Very dangerous. You can’t trust anyone these days. I had to do what I was doing sweetie. You understand don’t you? It’s for our protection. For your protection. I wont let that nasty bat take you from me. Not now, not ever. So you understand why I had to do what I had to do don’t you little bunny?”

“I-I guess so.”

“Good,” said the Joker. He pulled away from her a little and tilted her chin up so that she was looking up into his eyes. “And just what are you doing out of bed anyway hm? I gave you specific orders didn’t I?”

“I feel a lot better,” said Stacey. ‘I’m not sick anymore. And I’m tired of laying in bed.”

The Joker raised an eyebrow. “Oh you do, do you?” he pulled her close again then leaned down and buried his nose into her hair. Despite not showering for several days, she still had a lovely feminine scent. He stroked the nape of her neck. “Hmm, you haven’t had a bath in a couple of days have you little one?”

“Um…”

“I think you need one,” said the Joker, his perverted thoughts taking over again. God why couldn’t he keep his hands off of her?

“I think I’d like one,” said Stacey, and it made the Joker’s ears perk. His mind was then put at ease because it was obvious his little project hadn’t been destroyed after all. He would have to be extra careful though. He would have to create the perfect illusion around her. She must never know the truth. This somewhat irritated him. His Joker side was annoyed because he felt showing affection for this girl, and going out of his way to take care of her had given him a weakness. But Jack wanted her. Jack wanted to keep her. And he came to the realization that Jack wasn’t going to let her go. He would never let the Joker really harm her. He would attempt to destroy the Joker if he killed her, which would mean he would have to destroy himself.

Stacey was his, and she was going to remain his. Somehow she was filling an empty void in the heart of his Jack personality. Jack would never get rid of the Joker. Oh no, he was there to stay. Nothing could get rid of him. But for some reason, because of this little Gordon brat, Jack was able to keep the Joker temporarily tame. “Well, we’ll just have to give the little bunny a good scrubbing them wont we?” his voice was suddenly playful.

Without warning, he swiftly picked her up in his arms like a feather. His move was so sudden that he got a small giggle out of her. To his surprise, hearing her laugh actually delighted him. He had never heard her laugh before. He may have been a sick twisted psychopath, but he did enjoy laughter. He was still a performer at heart after all. “You have a cute little giggle beautiful,” he chuckled along with her.

He carried her up the stairs and started to playfully toss her up and down a little bit in his arms, causing her to laugh harder. He carried her back to their room and sprawled her out on their bed, chucking her on it like a rag doll. “J be careful,” Stacey giggled. “I just got over being sick you know.”

The Joker pounced on her, crawling on top of her with all of his weight and pinning her helplessly to the bed. “Oh hush,” he snickered and them kissed her passionately on her full lips smearing his own red lipstick on her face. As he made out with his little bunny, downstairs his henchmen were busy dismembering the body of that traitor Chester and disposing of his remains.

The Joker flinched when he suddenly felt something licking the side of his face. He jolted away from Stacey and looked up to find the little puppy Ace, happily wagging his tail. Both Stacey and the Joker laughed. “Look’s like someone’s jealous,” said the Joker and he picked up Ace then set him on Stacey’s chest, making him lick her on the mouth.

“Eew, J! I got his tongue in my mouth!” Stacey giggled, still feeling a little lightheaded from being pumped with drugs.

“Well, I can’t hog all the pretty girl kisses to myself now can I? Little Ace here needs some lovin’ too!” The Joker said cheerily. My god, he was going to make himself physically ill if he wasn’t careful. Jack was so disgustingly sweet he wanted to heave right there. His mood swings seemed to have been becoming even more frequent lately. Jack was becoming more powerful every day. The Joker wasn’t pleased with this. At the same time Jack was quite delighted. He was so conflicted! How irritating!

He leaned over and kissed Stacey on the forehead while she played with her puppy Ace. “I’m going to run the bath water baby doll.”

He headed for the bathroom and started running the water to prepare a bath for the two of them. While he was doing this, he knew his goons were disposing of Chester’s remains. He rattled his brain trying to figure out who had sent him and what his intent was. He had obviously been up to no good, and the Joker knew he had many enemies who wanted him dead, some who were in high places. He wondered if there were any other traitors in the house. He knew now that he couldn’t trust anyone. He would have to watch his back.

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Yes more smut coming up next lol. Oh and if anyone has any perverted suggestions for what the Joker should do to Stacey let me know lol. ;)