The Joker's New Pet

As usual thank you for the reviews! I always do love reading them. They give me something to do LOL. And just for the record, Stacey isn't THE Harley Quinn...she'll just be sort of a version of Harley Quinn...not really the comic one. Only my Version of Harley and one that I think would fit in with the Nolan universe Joker. I hope this chapter doesn't suck. Enjoy!

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Jim Gordon arrived home that afternoon to find his wife standing in the doorway looking paler than ever and holding something in her hands. It was a package, and on that package an address was written in big red letters along with many Joker trademark smiley faces drawn all over it. It had no stamp and no return address. Someone had stopped by and put it in their mailbox that day, and it wasn’t anyone from the postal service.

“I…I was afraid to open it alone Jim,” Said Barbara as Jim anxiously took the package from her, his own face now turning as pale as hers. Closing the door behind him, he didn’t even seem to hear Barbara’s frantic words as he tore open the package and found what appeared to be a videotape inside. It was titled ‘home movies’ in more big red letters, and little hearts and smiley faces were drawn on it as well.

Jim swallowed hard, and he turned back to his wife. “Barbara. I want you to leave the room. And make sure the kids don’t walk in here either. I’m not sure what’s on this video, but I don’t want to take any chances. I don’t want you or the kids watching this.”

Barbara nodded, tears invading her eyes, and she left the room while Jim nervously popped the video into their old VCR under their T.V expecting the worst. It wasn’t even a minute into the video before he had to stop it. He was going to have to get someone else to watch this. As a father he couldn’t stomach it.

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Back at the police station, Batman loomed in the doorway as Jim held the videotape in his hands, looking down at it with disgust. He couldn’t watch the rest of this video himself. No way. But did he really want to let this masked vigilante comrade of his watch it instead? “Jim,” Batman’s raspy voice broke the awkward silence. “Trust me when I say that this video will be safer in my hands over anyone else’s. No one else but me will be viewing this footage, and I assure you that it will only be used as evidence to figure out where the Joker is hiding.”

Jim looked at the dark knight and then back down at the video with a sickly expression. “Oh Christ…I can’t…this is just…so wrong,” he made a face like he had just eaten some rotten cheese. He turned away and handed the video to Batman. “Here. For god’s sake get it out of my sight.”

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Back at Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne popped in the video with Alfred by his side. When he had mentioned to Gordon that he would be the only one watching the video, he told a little white lie. His loyal servant Alfred would be watching too. Of course Alfred was just as trustworthy as Bruce Wayne himself so no matter.

With his usual serious expression, Bruce popped in the video. The screen immediately popped up to reveal the sight of the camera moving down a long hallway. In the background the voice of the Joker could be heard humming an unrecognizable tune, followed by low snickering. He quickly turned the camera around to reveal his makeup covered face while he continued to walk. “Well hello there,” he spoke into the camera. “Bats old buddy ol’ pal. I knew you’d be watching this with your boyfriend, so how can I make a video without saying hello to my bestest buddy in the whole world?”

“And let’s not forget you commish. Jim, Jim Gordon how ya doin’ old timer?” The Joker’s voice was cold and callous. “You’re one of my best pals too, you know that right? I can’t thank you enough for this little uh, gift you’ve given me,” he licked his lips. “I was a lonely guy before, let me tell ya. Blowing stuff up is fun and all…but it still wasn’t filling a certain void. A certain…need. But now with my little companion here, that need has been fulfilled. My dear Commissioner, words can’t describe how grateful I am. As a token of my gratitude I would like to invite you into my…our humble home.” He sniggered.

The camera turned back around to reveal a door. The door slowly opened and Bruce heard Alfred gasp quietly as the video revealed Stacey lying on a bed on her stomach reading something in front of her. She was sucking on a lollypop and kicking her feet behind her while she petted a puppy that was lying by her side. Her blond hair was tied up in pigtails and she was clad in a skimpy little schoolgirl outfit.

“How’s my baby doing?” The Joker’s tone of voice was completely different when he talked to Stacey. It was unnervingly soft and unusual for his character.

Stacey looked up and surprisingly smiled into the camera. “Daddy J, what are you doing?”

“Oh, just making some home movies of my precious little doll,” said the Joker. “You know. For memories when you’re alllll grown up,” he teased and Stacey giggled. “Watchya got there puddin’? Why don’t you tell the camera what you’re reading?”

“Oh, this is just some silly comic about a boy and his dog. It’s funny though!” Stacey beamed happily.

“And who got those comics for you precious? Tell the camera,” said the Joker.

“Daddy J got these comics for me,” said Stacey, still smiling.

“And why did daddy J get those for you angel?”

“Because you said I was a good girl,” Smiled Stacey, while continuing to pet little Ace.

“That’s right you were a good girl today,” said the Joker. “And that’s lucky for you, because you know what happens to little girls in this house when they’re naughty…don’t you?”

Stacey smiled bashfully and diverted her gaze away from the camera, her face turning crimson. A gloved hand reached out and stroked her hair. “What happens to bad little girls hmm? Tell the camera darling.”

“Daddy J, do I have to?” Stacey pouted.

“Yes little bunny, unless you want Daddy J to do a demonstration in front of the camera.”

If it were possible, Stacey’s cheeks flushed even redder. “Okay, okay, they get spanked,” Stacey said quickly, then she childishly stuck out her tongue and went back to sucking on her lollypop. The Joker could be heard snickering faintly in the background.

“Good girl,” The Joker said, pleased. Stacey went back to reading her comic. “Stacey. Eyes back up here darling,” The Joker ordered, and Stacey’s blue eyes shot back up to stare into the camera. “Whose your daddy precious, hmm?”

“You are daddy J,” Stacey said obediently, now smiling again.

“And who rescued you from that evil Commissioner and his wretched pet bat hmmm?”

“You did Daddy J,” Said Stacey. Alfred and Bruce continued to watch the video intently.

“And do you want to be a good girl for daddy?”

“Yes sir,” Said Stacey.

“I do believe she’s been brainwashed sir,” Said Alfred, making an obvious statement. “Either that or she’s developed a severe case of Stockholm syndrome.”

Bruce rubbed his chin while his eyes remained fixated on the video.

“Daddy J wants his little baby to prove to him that she’s going to continue to be a good girl. Give me that lollypop sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna give you something better to suck on,” The Joker said seriously. His gloved hand appeared in front of the camera again and motioned for Stacey to hand him her sucker. She did so, and the camera wiggled and backed away from Stacey while she closed up her book and put it aside. She picked up little Ace, who had fallen asleep, and she moved him further up the bed and laid him on one of the pillows. He lazily woke up for a moment and smacked his chomps, but quickly went back to sleep.

The Joker’s gloved hand waggled a finger to Stacey in a ‘come hither’ motion. “Get on your knees,” his gruff voice ordered. Stacey did what she was told, and scrambled to the floor positioning herself on all fours, and looking up into the camera with big innocent blue eyes. She still had a small, embarrassed smile on her face, but she didn’t seem to want to put up a fight at the Joker’s commands. “Now…come to daddy precious. Crawl to me.”

Stacey started slowly crawling towards the camera, and the camera backed away from her as she did so. “Follow daddy precious. Remind daddy J how o-bed-i-ent you are,” the Joker beckoned with his voice. Stacey continued to follow the camera with a coy smile until it stopped. The camera tilted down more to reveal Stacey sitting on her knees at the Joker’s feet. She looked up at her unseen captor with eyes that almost displayed a sense of worship. “Now little bunny. Take those pretty little fingers of yours and unzip me.”

The camera zoomed in more and Stacey slowly and shyly began to unzip the Joker’s pants. And that’s when Bruce quickly reached over and hit the pause button.

“Well, I think this is my queue to exit,” said Alfred, and he quickly turned around and started heading out of the room.

Bruce didn’t say a word. He continued staring at the still image of Stacey crouching submissively at the Joker’s feet as it fluttered on the screen from being paused. Alfred stopped and glanced back at his master. “You aren’t seriously going to watch this appalling video are you sir?”

“I don’t really have a choice Alfred,” said Bruce. “I promised Gordon I would watch this video for him. I need to analyze the background of the location where it was shot. It could give me a clue about the type of place the Joker is hiding in.”

“Well perhaps you should fast forward through the pornographic parts then,” Said Alfred.

Bruce reached over and pressed the fast-forward button. The video showed Stacey speedily unzipping the Joker’s pants and pulling out his rather large member. Alfred turned away again in disgust. “I can’t bring myself to watch the humiliation he’s putting this poor girl through. Let me know when it’s finished sir. Unless of course, the whole video is just one long bloody porno.”

Bruce grimaced as he continued to watch the sped up footage of Stacey giving the Joker a blowjob. Her head bobbed up and down and the Joker’s gloved hand eventually grabbed her hair and stroked it roughly. Bruce left the fast-forward button on, but suddenly the button popped up by itself, causing the video to play at regular speed. Unfortunately for Bruce and Alfred, it stopped just in time for them to hear the Joker say “Swallow baby, swallow for daddy. All of it. Good girl,” the Joker ordered as he forcefully held her head over his cock. He was obviously climaxing when the camera started shaking a lot more and his ragged breathing could be heard in the background.

“Oh for the love of…I really wish I didn’t eat lunch today,” said Alfred. Just hearing the Joker say those words made his stomach turn. He refused to look directly at the video.

Bruce quickly reached over and pressed the fast-forward button again. He watched as the Joker made Stacey lick his cock clean, and then he made her zip him back up. He wiped a thumb gently over her mouth, and the Joker must have been saying something to her for a few moments because for a long while the camera just lingered on Stacey. Then Stacey finally stood up and bouncily trotted back over to the bed like a child. She hopped on the bed by the puppy and immediately began petting him again.

The camera slowly turned away from that scene and headed out the door. “Wait! Pause it right there if you please Master Wayne,” Said Alfred. Bruce quickly reached over and hit the pause button again just in time for the video to show the Joker’s hand reaching over and opening the door. “Believe it or not sir I’ve done some carpentry in my younger days. That right there is a hand carved Baltic mahogany door. Those don’t come cheap and are usually only found in mansions. There’s your first clue sir.”

Bruce pressed play again, and the Joker continued through the door, then the camera quickly turned around again to reveal his painted mug as he shut the door behind him. “Hoo boy wasn’t that fun?” the Joker chuckled. “Hope I didn’t give ya a hard on too bad commissioner. If I did you should be ashamed of yourself! She’s your own daughter you sicko!” he cackled manically. “Well I’m her daddy now anyway, but still! Gross! You oughta arrest yourself for such thoughts! Unless you were admiring my well sculpted manhood,” the Joker sighed comically.

“I know, I know. I’m gifted. Don’t be jealous bats! I know many men have a complex about having a small cock. I mean why else would you dress up in that ridiculous getup and smash tanks through walls? Compensating for something much? Hmm?” He cackled some more. “Well it’s been fun playing with you boys but I gotta put this thing down and give my little pet a bath,” he leaned into the camera more and grinned evilly. “And I don’t mean the puppy,” He laughed psychotically before the video went black.

Bruce pressed the rewind button, and rewound it to right before the Joker turned the camera around to his face again. For a split second, as he paused the video during the camera’s spin, Bruce could make out what appeared to be a staircase down the hallway off to the left and a large chandelier on the ceiling in the upper left hand corner of the image. Even though the image was blurry, it seemed as though Alfred was right. The Joker’s hideout was clearly a large mansion of sorts. That gave Bruce his first clue. The question was, what mansion was it and where? Did he really want to break into every mansion in Gotham city?

Whatever he decided to do, at least now he was on the right track.

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“P-please don’t kill me! What do you want from me?! I swear I’ll give you anything you want! You want money? I’ve got tons of it! I own a whole clothing line! I own stock! I have celebrity clientele! You want cash? Jewelry? You name it you got it! Just please let me go! There will be a search party looking for me you know! I’m well known in the fashion industry! I’m famous. I’ve been in people magazine! I’ve been in fashion magazines! I’ve…”

The Joker was getting annoyed by this little man’s high feminine squealing and he swiftly turned around and growled down at him causing him to make a face like he would soon soil himself out of fear. “If you don’t shut your yap, the only article you’ll be mentioned in will be in the Gotham Times newspaper when they dig up your remains under the interstate bridge,” he leaned into the shivering little man. “Got it?!” He put emphasis on the T.

The flamboyantly dressed man quickly nodded and shut his mouth while two of the Joker’s large henchmen held him in place. “That’s better,” the Joker smiled callously. He turned around and continued to lead his men, along with his captive, towards the stairs and while he did this he proceeded to talk. “You see my good man, I don’t need money. As you can probably tell, money seems to come easy to me these days. No, no, no, no what I seek from you is your skills. Ya see I have a little girl. And she needs some pretty new outfits.” He laughed a little.

The Joker was still a little giddy over that video message he sent to his dear old buddies Gordon and bats. He chuckled to himself only wishing he could see the looks on their faces when they popped that video in the VCR. He had sent one of his most trustworthy henchmen to deliver it to Jim Gordon’s residence. And if the Joker wanted to find out where someone lived, it wasn’t hard. He knew his stuff.

And so he easily found out the residence of one of Gotham’s most respected fashion guru’s Adrien Blaine. His little bunny had been such a good girl lately, that his Jack side couldn’t resist spoiling her with some pretty new outfits. Of course that wouldn’t stop his Joker side from having a little fun with it as well.

When they had reached the top of the stairs, the Joker turned around and stared down his captive again with overtly serious eyes. The skinny little man stood there shivering between the two large apish goons. He was dressed in tight dark blue jeans and a dark pink button up shirt. He was adorned in many layers of flashy jewelry and he wore sparkling earrings. His hair was dyed blond and spiked, giving him the appearance of someone much younger than he actually was. The Joker would have said something about his outfit, but he enjoyed dressing a bit flashy himself. Of course he considered his own look to be a bit more…masculine.

“Now Adrien,” the Joker began. “What I need is a good tailor for my little princess. If anything, the fact that I chose you to kidnap should be quite the compliment! I am rather fond of your work. But before I introduce you to your little subject, I need to go over a few things with you,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. Adrien made a little yelp at the sight of the blade. “You are to act…normal around the girl. Got it?” the Joker hissed. “That is, you better act professional. No mention of me kidnapping you or any of that nonsense. Because one slip up, annnnd,” the Joker spoke in a sing-song voice and made a motion with his knife. Of course Adrien knew what he meant.

“Are we quite clear?” Adrien nodded weakly. “Good.”

The Joker proceeded to lead the men into his room. He opened the door and Stacey was on the floor playing tug-of-war with little Ace using an old sock. Little ace was growling cutely and Stacey hardly pulled since Ace was still just a tiny pup. She giggled at the puppy’s irresistible cuteness. “Little bunny. Playtime is over for now. Daddy J has a surprise for you.”

Stacey immediately let go of the sock and Ace ran off to a corner with it, then lied down and continued to chew on it. “A surprise for me daddy?” Said Stacey, looking up at her clown lover with her innocent and naïve eyes.

“Oh yes little one, I do,” The Joker moved a little to the left to reveal Adrien standing behind him, trying to look as calm as possible while the two large henchmen stood beside him with their massive arms crossed. “This here is Adrien Blaine. He’s a very famous clothing designer. I sent for him specifically to design some pretty outfits for my good little girl.”

Stacey blinked. She looked at Adrien for a moment and then back to the Joker, confused. “Like…new dresses and stuff? Um…can I have one like that dress Belle wears in Beauty and the Beast?”

The Joker…Jack smiled and nodded. Stacey beamed. “Yay!” she trotted over to the Joker and gave him a big hug. The Joker chuckled and patted her on the head.

Adrien watched them, feeling very befuddled. Wasn’t that the girl he kept seeing on the news? He couldn’t think, or care much about that girl right now though. All he cared about was surviving through this ordeal. The Joker turned back to the flamboyant fashion designer and shot him another very serious look. “Well, Adrien my good man, let’s get to work.”

Adrien nodded frantically. “Yes, yes of course sir,” He pulled out his tape measure and immediately began taking Stacey’s measurements. “Arms out my dear. Hold still please.”

“Oh and Adrien?” Said the Joker. Just hearing his voice alone nearly made the designer faint.

“Y-yes sir?”

“I do have one particular outfit in mind. One I’d like you to make first. I’ll have to go over it with you.”

*

Without Stacey’s knowledge, the Joker made Adrien work down in the basement like a slave. He had all the sewing equipment set up for him down there, and as Adrien worked very hard to make the outfit for Stacey that the Joker had suggested, the Joker contemplated on keeping the designer around for a while. He could prove to be quite useful whenever the Joker himself needed a new suit. It would be his usual style of course, and Adrien could also make Stacey a whole closet full of adorable outfits both for Stacey and for himself. His perverted mind started envisioning all the sexy little outfits he could see his baby in. He almost started drooling at the thought.

Although the Joker just might let the little man go if he was in a good mood one day. Of course he wouldn’t let him go without a few good life threats first, and then he’d probably have to continue keeping watch over him to make sure he didn’t say anything to the authorities. Or he could always just dispose of him…but then he really did have a talent for design. Seemed like it would be too much of a waste of talent, and it wasn’t like he was a cop anyway. Killing him probably wouldn’t be very beneficial to the Joker.

When Adrien was finally done with the outfit, the Joker made Stacey quickly try it on. When he handed it to her she gave him a funny look at first. It wasn’t at all what she was expecting, and something she wasn’t used to wearing. “Come now darling, try it on. This is a very special outfit. One to match your daddy J, and a good disguise to keep you hidden from that evil commissioner and the bat, and also a symbol that you no longer belong to James Gordon. It’s a nice little reminder that you now belong to me,” he tickled her chin and kissed your forehead. “And that you’re safe with me and no bats will ever harm you again,” he once again had to hold back from snickering.

“Yes daddy J,” Stacey said obediently and went to try on the outfit in the bathroom like the Joker had told her to. When she walked back out into the room, the Joker’s smile broadened. The outfit was a red and white harlequin one piece and all that was missing now was the hat and makeup.

The outfit was extremely tight and showed off her curves quite nicely. Stacey could almost feel the Joker eating up her figure with his eyes. The Joker whistled a little and Stacey blushed. “Gorgeous. And very suitable for my little harlequin.”

“Daddy J, w…” Stacey started.

”Sh, sh,” the Joker quieted her. “What’s a pretty little harlequin without her makeup? I mean…war paint to match her daddy J hmm?” He took some of his makeup again and smeared it across Stacey’s face. First he took the white paint and coated it on her face. Then he smeared the black paint over her eyes much like his own, but he made the makeup smoother, more feminine to compliment her features. Then he took red lipstick again, this time it wasn’t his own but it was actually from a female cosmetic line, and he told her to pucker up her lips. She obeyed and he traced the lipstick across her lips, putting it on like a normal woman would. No running it along her face like he did with his scars. No, no. She was a female and therefore her makeup needed to be feminine and attractive.

When he was done, the Joker once again admired his cosmetic skills. Not bad for a man if he did say so himself. “And now the final touch,” said the Joker. Then he took the jester hat that went with the outfit and placed it atop Stacey’s head. Her long blond hair was worn down this time and it covered her shoulders and spilled out of her hat. No reason to cover up that pretty hair of hers. The jester hat had bells on the end of it and Stacey shook her head, giggling like a child as she made the bells jingle. The brainwashed Stacey was easily amused, and that Joker smiled smugly at his creation.

Yes. She was his creation. He molded a headstrong daughter of the police commissioner into his own creation and he was quite pleased with himself for being able to pull that off. “There. The perfect little harlequin and the perfect little partner for Daddy J,” he beamed down on his tiny little pet.

“What is a harlequin anyways?” asked Stacey while she played with the bells on her hat some more with her fingers.

“Oh, why it’s a little clown of course,” said the Joker. “Someone whose funny and acrobatic and…”

“Acrobatic?” Stacey grinned and another flash of memory from her old gymnastics class came flooding into her brain, and she attempted to do a cartwheel again across the room, only to not quite make it and fall on her side. She kept forgetting that she was twice the size as she was in elementary school. “Ouch,” she muttered, and her hat had completely fallen off of her head.

The Joker sighed and helped her up to her feet then he yanked her against his body rather tightly. “Oh yeah and I forgot to mention that they can also be a bit clumsy,” he chuckled. “Why you are a little harlequin aren’t you? I think that’s what I’m going to call you from now on. How would you like a new name little bunny? One that doesn’t remind you of that horrible man. I’ll call you my little harlequin. Harley-Quinn. Harley for short,” he snickered.

Stacey pulled away from him a little bit, and looked up into his eyes. “Harley?” Her eyebrows furrowed. “Isn’t that like…a bike or something?”

The Joker cackled a little too much, as if that comment was a lot funnier than it actually was. “Well darling. You are my prized possession. And I do like to polish you, and rev you and of course…ride you,” he winked and snickered some more. “How’s about this sweetheart. I’ll only call you that at certain times when it’s needed. It’ll be like a codename. A secret agent name, when we’re out and about just in case someone we don’t want to know about you is listening in on our conversations. You’ll be like…like my little super heroine sidekick and Stacey Gordon can be your secret identity. How does that sound hmm?”

Stacey slowly smiled again, a very innocent childlike smile. “Can I beat up bad guys?”

The Joker had to stifle a very large laugh. “Oh of course!” Said the Joker. “Uh…but only pretend ones. Can’t have you getting hurt now,” he giggled.

This was guiltily too much fun. His little creation, his little pet was now willing to do anything he said. Eventually she would completely abandon her Stacey Gordon identity altogether much like the Joker did with Jack Napier. They would be like two peas in a pod. And the Joker would have something he always secretly wanted. A companion.

Or was that Jack? Damn that Jack! What did he want now? A tiny little voice in his head was telling him something was wrong. But no, he wouldn’t listen to Jack. In fact Jack helped him with his creation. No turning back now Jackie boy.

“What’s the matter Jack? We didn’t kill her did we? We barely even scratched her. We never even used our knife on her! So we give her a few spankings here and there. That wont kill her. Besides, she deserved them. In fact all women deserve a good old-fashioned ass whooping now and then don’t they? Oh yes you know you agree with me Jack, you male chauvinist in denial. We’ve been treating this little girl almost like we…love her. Love her like a pet hmm? Well we always did like animals much more than people didn’t we Jack? So we’ve treated her like we would a beloved pet. Like that little dog Ace in there. And we didn’t kill her. And we probably wont kill her. What more do you want hmmm? So she’s like…US now Jack. What’s the problem? Hmm?"

Jack and the Joker were arguing yet again. When would he realize that he was only arguing with himself? When would he realize that there were no multiple entities and that it was in fact only himself? That it had always been just himself? All him. No, no, no, no. It was that blasted Jack. Or that Joker asshole. Or…oh never mind, it didn’t matter!

The Joker shook it off and focused his attention on his little pet once more. Doctor Crane entered his thoughts again. Speaking of Doctor Crane, he was almost out of that miracle drug. As much as the Joker hated to admit it, he was quite thankful for Doctor Crane’s help. He was going to have to call the quack for some more drugs soon, and he could already picture the smug look on that twerps face when he showed up on his property again and saw the changes in Stacey. He would have to resist punching that self-righteous mug of his if he wanted the Doc to continue giving him miracle drugs. He would have to call and make an appointment soon and he wasn’t really looking forward to it.

But looking down at the curvy little vixen in his arms he knew dealing with Doctor Crane just for a little bit would be worth it. Damn, he really was losing it.

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to be continued as usual :)