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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
11,531
Reviews:
40
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Peeping Tom
CO-WRITTEN WITH THE LOVE-UH-LY JOKERLUV :) I play Rachel, and she plays that oh-so-smexy Joker. ;0)
“Peeping Tom”
Sighing, Rachel wearily entered her apartment before tossing her keys onto the counter top. It had been a long day in at the DA's office, and all she truly wanted to do was take a nice, relaxing bath and go to sleep. As she flicked on the TV by her bed, however, she soon heard a chilling laughter that had been haunting her dreams for the past week. Whirling around in accordance with the noise, Rachel balked upon spotting the Joker's giddy face pressed up against the camera lens, his laughter reaching a shattering crescendo as he suddenly zoomed in on his latest victim.
'Wait a minute' Rachel thought, 'this isn't a live feed...that's Leslie Meyers. She was kidnapped a week ago.' Feeling slightly better that this was just a repeated broadcast, the attorney slowly sank down onto her bed as she watched the Joker with a sick sort of fascination. Ever since he'd attacked her at Bruce's party, she'd found herself thinking and wondering about his way of life. Why did he go after the helpless and the innocent? Did it make himself feel better to ruin the lives of others?
When the Joker gave a particularly piercing laugh, Rachel jumped when he withdrew his knife and placed the blade straight between Leslie's lips. The gesture was almost like fellatio due to the way he was moving the knife in and out of her bleeding mouth, Rachel giving a sharp intake of breath when she felt a sudden pang from her aching loins. Feeling nauseous over the notion that the Joker's sick methods were turning her on, the attorney tried to ignore the throbbing from her nether regions when the Joker suddenly forced Leslie to lick the blade.
Whimpering, Rachel closed her eyes and sank back onto the bed, her insides on fire when she realized that she could've been in Leslie's place if Bruce hadn't stopped the Joker from kidnapping her. Something about the scenario before her filled her body with a tremendous sense of desire, her well-manicured hand trailing down her body before brushing at the hem of her skirt. She was now so close to her aching point that she could scarcely breathe, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she envisioned the Joker forcing his blade into her own mouth.
Moaning, Rachel slipped her fingers past her panties and began to trace circles across her swollen womanhood, her hips bucking in time to her rhythmic administrations as she began to manipulate herself harder and faster. In the background, the Joker's laughter grew far more hysterical on the TV, Rachel gasping as she felt herself coming closer and closer to her release. Completely unbeknownst to her, she had a late night visitor out on her fire escape.
The Joker sat on the stairs watching her, as he had now done for the past two weeks. She was so beautiful… He fingered his blade as he remembered her eyes filling up with fright when he told her the story of how he got his scars. The look of sheer terror upon the mentioning of his phantom wife’s face being carved had been utterly priceless. An evil chuckle broke out as he watched her bring herself closer and closer to the brink. Licking his lips, he wondered if Harvey was in her thoughts. What a waste, such a pretty little vixen being stuck with a drag queen. The guy probably couldn’t even pleasure a woman who hadn’t had sex in years.
As he continued to stare at her, she began moaning softly. A warm feeling overtook his body and his cock began to respond, his imagined going into overdrive as he imagined himself running his fingers through her luscious brown locks. Her eyes were closed and she tilted her head backward, exposing her elongated neck. His hand slipped down his trousers, and as he fantasized himself kissing and biting that creamy throat, his fingers wrapped around his hardened member and then began stroking. A soft growl escaped from his twisted mouth as pictures of them engaged in a kiss flashed through his mind, his tongue dueling with hers as she fought to breathe.
His pumping increased and his head rolled back as he heard her voice of satisfaction getting louder. In his mind, she ripped open his shirt and leered at him in a way no one would have ever suspected, proving to him what he thought about her all along: she was an Assistant DA during the day, but by night she was a whore. His whore. Her blouse is gone, and as he slides the blade under her bra, she whispers his name and he pulls it back, tearing it open and revealing two lovely mounds of flesh for him to feast upon.
Reaching beneath her blouse with one hand, Rachel began massaging her breast as she envisioned the Joker dutifully hovering over her awaiting body, her gasps growing louder and more pronounced as she touched herself with one hand and scoured a nipple with the other. He would be rough with her, she decided, and that was why she left bloody half-moons all across her bosom.
Glancing through hazy eyes at the television screen, Rachel whimpered when she saw the close-up of the Joker licking his scarred lips, her mouth quivering as she wondered what it would be like to feel that tongue touch her in her most private places. Curling her toes at the thought, she began to rotate her hips for more friction as she arched her back and choked on a moan. She was close...she knew she was, and the symphony going on inside her soul made her want to sing her desire to a rising forte. Throwing her head back with a pleasured gasp, Rachel felt her walls contract about her fingers as she shouted his name, sweat beading along her brow as she continued to toss her head back and forth amidst her aroused delirium.
Envisioning her at his mercy, the Joker pictured Rachel begging him to take her while the tip of his blade left trails of his crimson lust in its wake. He licked the blood and slid back up her body, his tongue plunging into her delicious ruby mouth. Tasting her coppery fluid only fueled her desire for him as she slid her fingers through his hair.
As he buried his head against her neck, biting and sucking at the flesh, he heard her whisper to him, “Fuck me.”
The Joker bit down on his lip, drawing blood, stroking harder and faster as his moans became louder and in sync with Rachel’s.
“Patience is a virtue” he whispered back as he licked the shell of her ear.
Kissing, licking, and biting his way down her body, a frustrated Rachel tried to regain her breath. Reaching that special hidden treasure, the Joker’s tongue worked its magic inside her. Grabbing onto the edge of the bed, Rachel pitifully writhed underneath him and gave an impassioned cry. Dropping the knife, the Joker dug his nails into her hips and held her down, all the while forcing the union of pleasure and pain. He looked up at her, knowing that she was close. Deciding that it wasn’t the proper time, he slowed his administrations while she glanced down at him, a face of fury as she shouted, “You bastard!”
With a wicked smile, he seductively winked at her and continued to bring her to the edge, pulling her back over and over again until she cried out, “Please…!”
The fire burned amidst the Joker’s loins as his head rolled back, his eyes slowly closing as he focused on her cries of pleasure. He stalked up her body once again like a panther ready to devour its prey. Licking up her stomach, his tongue slid up the valley between her breasts and snaked up her throat, over her chin, and past her lips. “Please what?” he purred.
Opening her eyes, Rachel looked at him with desperation in her blue irises, her voice positively breathlessly as she tells him, “Make me yours.”
Lacing his fingers with hers, he pins her hands above her head….
She cries out his name and his body begins to convulse as he no longer has control. With his eyes rolled back in his head, he rumbles his release. His warm, thick fluid pours over his hand, splashing against his shirt. “Oh, you bitch…” he mutters.
The Joker’s body continues to shake as he breathes heavily, his eyes still closed, savoring every second. Then he hears it. Was it what he thought he heard? Did she just cry out his name? He opens his eyes and turns his head to study her. He sees her body shaking, eyes closed, and lips mouthing his name. Well, what do you know? Harvey isn’t the one after all. A sinister smile crosses his face as a plan develops in his foreboding brain…
Whimpering as she came down from her mind-blowing release, Rachel allowed her hand to caress her cheek as she imagined that this time, despite their savage love-making, the Joker was gentle with her. She wanted to be touched in a tender fashion, even if it was only for a moment. Squirming, she realized that her core was beginning to throb again, her hand trailing down her shirt as she envisioned the clown prince of crime stroking and nipping sensitive flesh. "Please...more" she whispered, barely conscious of the fact that she was speaking her innermost desires.
Oblivious to her voyeur, Rachel sat up and braced herself against the backboard of her bed, her legs spreading as she reached between her thighs and began to stroke herself as before. Moaning the Joker's name, only louder this time, she flopped her head back against the wall and thrust her chest out in utter delectation, her hips shifting as she felt her honeyed juices coat her fingers and make her deliberate actions all the better. God, she wanted more...she wanted him.
A sudden loud noise at her window caused her jolt to attention, her blue eyes wide with terror as she pulled her skirt down and staggered over toward the fire escape. Peering out into the darkness, she scrunched her brows in confusion when she glanced around and spotted……absolutely nothing.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Rachel was about to determine that her nerves were finally getting to her when she spotted something small, white and black, and lying face-up on the stairs. To her surprise – and excitement – she realized that it was a card…. A Joker.
A/N – A BIG thank you to those of you who’ve given suggestions and reviews thus far! I / we LOVE you! Also, JOIN MY JOKACHEL COMMUNITY ON LIVEJOURNAL!!! It’s under the user name JokerRachelFans. :) I’ve made some “smexy” splices of them about to get their freak on, so you can look there and find them, hahaha. Also, the love-uh-ly DCCourtJester is making my fan fics into a GRAPHIC NOVEL ON DEVIANTART! Isn’t that frickin’ awesome? :)
“Peeping Tom”
Sighing, Rachel wearily entered her apartment before tossing her keys onto the counter top. It had been a long day in at the DA's office, and all she truly wanted to do was take a nice, relaxing bath and go to sleep. As she flicked on the TV by her bed, however, she soon heard a chilling laughter that had been haunting her dreams for the past week. Whirling around in accordance with the noise, Rachel balked upon spotting the Joker's giddy face pressed up against the camera lens, his laughter reaching a shattering crescendo as he suddenly zoomed in on his latest victim.
'Wait a minute' Rachel thought, 'this isn't a live feed...that's Leslie Meyers. She was kidnapped a week ago.' Feeling slightly better that this was just a repeated broadcast, the attorney slowly sank down onto her bed as she watched the Joker with a sick sort of fascination. Ever since he'd attacked her at Bruce's party, she'd found herself thinking and wondering about his way of life. Why did he go after the helpless and the innocent? Did it make himself feel better to ruin the lives of others?
When the Joker gave a particularly piercing laugh, Rachel jumped when he withdrew his knife and placed the blade straight between Leslie's lips. The gesture was almost like fellatio due to the way he was moving the knife in and out of her bleeding mouth, Rachel giving a sharp intake of breath when she felt a sudden pang from her aching loins. Feeling nauseous over the notion that the Joker's sick methods were turning her on, the attorney tried to ignore the throbbing from her nether regions when the Joker suddenly forced Leslie to lick the blade.
Whimpering, Rachel closed her eyes and sank back onto the bed, her insides on fire when she realized that she could've been in Leslie's place if Bruce hadn't stopped the Joker from kidnapping her. Something about the scenario before her filled her body with a tremendous sense of desire, her well-manicured hand trailing down her body before brushing at the hem of her skirt. She was now so close to her aching point that she could scarcely breathe, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she envisioned the Joker forcing his blade into her own mouth.
Moaning, Rachel slipped her fingers past her panties and began to trace circles across her swollen womanhood, her hips bucking in time to her rhythmic administrations as she began to manipulate herself harder and faster. In the background, the Joker's laughter grew far more hysterical on the TV, Rachel gasping as she felt herself coming closer and closer to her release. Completely unbeknownst to her, she had a late night visitor out on her fire escape.
The Joker sat on the stairs watching her, as he had now done for the past two weeks. She was so beautiful… He fingered his blade as he remembered her eyes filling up with fright when he told her the story of how he got his scars. The look of sheer terror upon the mentioning of his phantom wife’s face being carved had been utterly priceless. An evil chuckle broke out as he watched her bring herself closer and closer to the brink. Licking his lips, he wondered if Harvey was in her thoughts. What a waste, such a pretty little vixen being stuck with a drag queen. The guy probably couldn’t even pleasure a woman who hadn’t had sex in years.
As he continued to stare at her, she began moaning softly. A warm feeling overtook his body and his cock began to respond, his imagined going into overdrive as he imagined himself running his fingers through her luscious brown locks. Her eyes were closed and she tilted her head backward, exposing her elongated neck. His hand slipped down his trousers, and as he fantasized himself kissing and biting that creamy throat, his fingers wrapped around his hardened member and then began stroking. A soft growl escaped from his twisted mouth as pictures of them engaged in a kiss flashed through his mind, his tongue dueling with hers as she fought to breathe.
His pumping increased and his head rolled back as he heard her voice of satisfaction getting louder. In his mind, she ripped open his shirt and leered at him in a way no one would have ever suspected, proving to him what he thought about her all along: she was an Assistant DA during the day, but by night she was a whore. His whore. Her blouse is gone, and as he slides the blade under her bra, she whispers his name and he pulls it back, tearing it open and revealing two lovely mounds of flesh for him to feast upon.
Reaching beneath her blouse with one hand, Rachel began massaging her breast as she envisioned the Joker dutifully hovering over her awaiting body, her gasps growing louder and more pronounced as she touched herself with one hand and scoured a nipple with the other. He would be rough with her, she decided, and that was why she left bloody half-moons all across her bosom.
Glancing through hazy eyes at the television screen, Rachel whimpered when she saw the close-up of the Joker licking his scarred lips, her mouth quivering as she wondered what it would be like to feel that tongue touch her in her most private places. Curling her toes at the thought, she began to rotate her hips for more friction as she arched her back and choked on a moan. She was close...she knew she was, and the symphony going on inside her soul made her want to sing her desire to a rising forte. Throwing her head back with a pleasured gasp, Rachel felt her walls contract about her fingers as she shouted his name, sweat beading along her brow as she continued to toss her head back and forth amidst her aroused delirium.
Envisioning her at his mercy, the Joker pictured Rachel begging him to take her while the tip of his blade left trails of his crimson lust in its wake. He licked the blood and slid back up her body, his tongue plunging into her delicious ruby mouth. Tasting her coppery fluid only fueled her desire for him as she slid her fingers through his hair.
As he buried his head against her neck, biting and sucking at the flesh, he heard her whisper to him, “Fuck me.”
The Joker bit down on his lip, drawing blood, stroking harder and faster as his moans became louder and in sync with Rachel’s.
“Patience is a virtue” he whispered back as he licked the shell of her ear.
Kissing, licking, and biting his way down her body, a frustrated Rachel tried to regain her breath. Reaching that special hidden treasure, the Joker’s tongue worked its magic inside her. Grabbing onto the edge of the bed, Rachel pitifully writhed underneath him and gave an impassioned cry. Dropping the knife, the Joker dug his nails into her hips and held her down, all the while forcing the union of pleasure and pain. He looked up at her, knowing that she was close. Deciding that it wasn’t the proper time, he slowed his administrations while she glanced down at him, a face of fury as she shouted, “You bastard!”
With a wicked smile, he seductively winked at her and continued to bring her to the edge, pulling her back over and over again until she cried out, “Please…!”
The fire burned amidst the Joker’s loins as his head rolled back, his eyes slowly closing as he focused on her cries of pleasure. He stalked up her body once again like a panther ready to devour its prey. Licking up her stomach, his tongue slid up the valley between her breasts and snaked up her throat, over her chin, and past her lips. “Please what?” he purred.
Opening her eyes, Rachel looked at him with desperation in her blue irises, her voice positively breathlessly as she tells him, “Make me yours.”
Lacing his fingers with hers, he pins her hands above her head….
She cries out his name and his body begins to convulse as he no longer has control. With his eyes rolled back in his head, he rumbles his release. His warm, thick fluid pours over his hand, splashing against his shirt. “Oh, you bitch…” he mutters.
The Joker’s body continues to shake as he breathes heavily, his eyes still closed, savoring every second. Then he hears it. Was it what he thought he heard? Did she just cry out his name? He opens his eyes and turns his head to study her. He sees her body shaking, eyes closed, and lips mouthing his name. Well, what do you know? Harvey isn’t the one after all. A sinister smile crosses his face as a plan develops in his foreboding brain…
Whimpering as she came down from her mind-blowing release, Rachel allowed her hand to caress her cheek as she imagined that this time, despite their savage love-making, the Joker was gentle with her. She wanted to be touched in a tender fashion, even if it was only for a moment. Squirming, she realized that her core was beginning to throb again, her hand trailing down her shirt as she envisioned the clown prince of crime stroking and nipping sensitive flesh. "Please...more" she whispered, barely conscious of the fact that she was speaking her innermost desires.
Oblivious to her voyeur, Rachel sat up and braced herself against the backboard of her bed, her legs spreading as she reached between her thighs and began to stroke herself as before. Moaning the Joker's name, only louder this time, she flopped her head back against the wall and thrust her chest out in utter delectation, her hips shifting as she felt her honeyed juices coat her fingers and make her deliberate actions all the better. God, she wanted more...she wanted him.
A sudden loud noise at her window caused her jolt to attention, her blue eyes wide with terror as she pulled her skirt down and staggered over toward the fire escape. Peering out into the darkness, she scrunched her brows in confusion when she glanced around and spotted……absolutely nothing.
With a shrug of her shoulders, Rachel was about to determine that her nerves were finally getting to her when she spotted something small, white and black, and lying face-up on the stairs. To her surprise – and excitement – she realized that it was a card…. A Joker.
A/N – A BIG thank you to those of you who’ve given suggestions and reviews thus far! I / we LOVE you! Also, JOIN MY JOKACHEL COMMUNITY ON LIVEJOURNAL!!! It’s under the user name JokerRachelFans. :) I’ve made some “smexy” splices of them about to get their freak on, so you can look there and find them, hahaha. Also, the love-uh-ly DCCourtJester is making my fan fics into a GRAPHIC NOVEL ON DEVIANTART! Isn’t that frickin’ awesome? :)