The Joker's New Pet

Okay finally got some time to write. I'm very grateful for my loyal readers here and I'm so glad you're still enjoying it. Reviews really do push me to write more. I have been busy with a lot of other stuff lately but I will still try and update when I can. this is a fun hobby. ANyway I hope this is flowing well. Sometimes I don't have time to read over my own stuff so I hope it flows well with past chapters LOL. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

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The sun was already peeking out over the mountains by the time the Joker and Stacey got back to the estate. Stacey had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, clearly exhausted from a rough night of nearly being raped and murdered. The Joker looked over at his little bunny, and a small smile pursed his red lips. Stacey looked the most peaceful than the Joker had ever seen her look. Her cheeks were flushed and her skin was glowing. Her smooth, pretty face looked serene.

Perhaps it was the look of relief. Relief that she finally felt safe after months of being locked away with the most feared man in Gotham, and now knowing that the most feared man in Gotham had no intention of harming her (thanks to that annoying Jack.) The most feared man in Gotham had actually saved her life tonight. And having someone like the Joker as your protector was not a bad thing. Not a bad thing at all.

The Joker pulled up into the large driveway of his mansion, and he couldn’t stop himself from letting out a trademark Joker giggle when he saw that Stanley was still waiting for him on the porch. Stanley had fallen asleep too it seemed. He was resting his back against the wall by the door. His legs were stretched out and his mouth was hanging open. Despite the wound he still had on his leg, and the large bandage that covered it, he had proved himself to be quite a trooper.

He had also turned into an overly pleasing puppy dog ever since he had gotten on the Joker’s bad side. Sometimes his over eagerness annoyed the Joker. But hey, better an annoyingly subservient doormat for a goon over a defiant one.

The Joker parked the van and got out. He had a bounce in his step as he glided over to the passenger side, and opened up Stacey’s door. She stirred a little in her sleep as he undid her seatbelt. “We’re home little bunny,” he whispered gently in her ear. Stacey didn’t even open her eyes. She whimpered a little in her sleep, and the Joker grinned. “My little baby’s too tired to move I see,” he said, mainly just talking out loud to himself.

He reached into the van and gently scooped the petite girl up into his arms. Luckily, she barely weighed a thing, so scooping her up was like scooping up a bundle of feathers. He carried her up the steps, and as he passed by Stanley, his sadistic side decided to have a little fun. He kicked Stanley in his wounded leg, and Stanley’s eyes suddenly shot open as if he had been jolted awake by an electroshock weapon. His hands immediately gripped his leg and he made a whimpering noise. “Riiise and shinnne sleeping beauty,” said the Joker in a deep sinister growl. “Oh look at you. Aren’t you the good little doggy? Waiting on the porch for your master to arrive home,” he snickered.

“B-boss,” said Stanley. “You’re back…with the girl? I thought you got rid of her? I figured you were gonna go gut her up and throw her remains in the lake or something?”

The Joker merely glared at Stanley. The look in his dark eyes made Stanley shudder, and he knew that he somehow had said the wrong thing. “What I meant to say is…”

“What I do is none of your business anyway boy,” the Joker snapped. “Now be a good dog and keep your yap shut, or I might just have to put a muzzle on you.”

Stacey’s blue eyes suddenly fluttered open, and she realized her face was nestled in the Jokers shirt. “J?” she whispered in a weary voice.

“Hello there,” said the Joker, grinning down at her and displaying his teeth. Ever since the Joker had started brushing again, they were slowly but surely gaining back their whiteness.

“Where are…?”

“Sh, sh,” the Joker quieted her. “We’re home now little bunny. Home sweet home. Or for those who’ve crossed me, home sweet hell. But it’s not a hell for you anymore is it? No, no, no. You’ll be one of the few who can find sanctuary here. And you know why? Because you’re mine.”

Stanley had to hide the look of disgust on his face when he saw the Joker lean down and gently kiss Stacey on the lips. Was his boss really showing loving affection to a meaningless female? And not just any stupid female, the daughter of a cop?!

“Stanley?” the Joker said calmly, but the tone in his voice told Stanley that he had better obey any command that his boss was about to give. “Open the door.”

“Yes Boss.”

Stanley shuffled over to the door rather quickly and held it open for the Joker and his pet. The Joker walked passed the younger man without saying a word, and he trotted up the stairs with his prized possession tucked securely in his arms.

Stanley had a look of disdain on his face.

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Stacey, still half awake, felt herself being gently laid down on a warm bed. “J?” she whispered weakly.

“Shush,” the Joker hushed her. The next thing Stacey felt was a warm tongue running along her face.

“Ace,” she said with a weak smile.

“Looks like somebody’s happy to see you,” the Joker smiled.

“Thank you,” Stacey whispered. The Joker raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t used to hearing those words come out of someone’s mouth. Unless they were forced.

“You’re welcome little bunny,” the Joker whispered back . Stacey took Ace in her arms and the Joker laid down next to her in bed and cuddled her from behind. “But I’m afraid we still have some things to discuss little girl,” He ran his hand along her bottom. “But that will wait until after my little bunny gets some rest.”

Stacey probably didn’t even hear the last thing the Joker said because she was already out like a light with Ace still in her arms. The Joke grinned to himself and cuddled her small body against his. She had been quite the distraction for him ever since he had decided to kidnap her to mess with old man Gordon’s head. Was he losing his mind? (His Joker mind) Shouldn’t he be focusing on taking over the city instead and screwing with the Batman?

The Joker vaguely remembered vowing to let No one come between him and his quest to take over Gotham, and beyond. Feelings caused weakness. Caring was a weakness. So when was the last time his heart got in his way and foiled his plans?

The Joker slowly closed his eyes. It didn’t matter right now. But as he drifted off to sleep, his mind wandered into a disturbingly realistic dream. Or perhaps it was a distant memory that the troubled man had blocked out in the back of his brain.

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The Joker dreamt that he and Croc had just captured Joey biscotti. They had killed Joey’s comrades and the Joker had Joey pinned against his limo with a knife to his neck. And that’s when a cop car arrived.

The Joker squinted into the bright lights of the squad car, still grinning madly. He could hear Croc’s heavy breathing behind him, his scaly face set in a disgruntled scowl. He was quite bitter about the cops interrupting their fun. He shared the Joker’s hatred for law enforcement. That was one of the things that enabled the two odd men to get along so well…..that and killing.

The Joker was growing quite fond of murdering his victims, and hearing them beg for their lives before he dismembered them. Of course in the Joker’s eyes, all of those men deserved their fate and then some. With each vengeful kill that the Joker committed, his spirits lifted a little higher, but his heart grew a little blacker. He had become desensitized. Those men would beg and plead, and the Joker would merely laugh wildly in their faces as his knife tore into their flesh.

The only other person who seemed to take as much delight in the murders as the Joker did was Croc. Though Croc didn’t even have a reason to want these men to suffer. He merely liked to kill, and he helped the Joker commit his vengeful murders every chance he got. The Joker was so impressed and fascinated with Croc’s eagerness to kill that he started calling him Killer Croc. Croc took a liking to this nickname.

“Little Joey Biscotti” the Joker clicked his tongue in Joey’s face. “Did big bro show up to help bail out his widdle baby brother again? Hmm?” he spoke in a tone one would use for an infant. Before Joey could answer, the Joker grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped him out of his leaning position. Then he twirled him around to where Joey’s back was facing him, and subdued him in a chokehold from behind.

“Well,” the Joker spoke into Joey’s bleeding ear. “Whatever your brother tries to do, I’m still gonna pick ya apart piece by piece, right before his eyes,” he hissed, and he ran his knife over the bitten part of Joey’s ear, slicing into the flesh and further opening the wound. Joey winced in pain and sweat dribbled down his face in puddles, as if he were a human waterfall. “And,” the Joker continued, casually licking his lips. “If he tries to shoot at me, I’ll just use you as a shield. Either way, you’re going to die a very slow and painful death tonight Joey my boy. Even if I lose my own life in the process. No skin off my…cheeks,” he cackled insanely.

“P-please man. C-come on ‘uh? Look. I mean what does this prove anyway ‘uh?” Joey spluttered, sounding like a frightened toddler who had just lost his mother. “You, ya know if you do this, ya, you’re no better than we are, ya ever think of that? I mean y-yeah, I’m scum right? So why do you wanna stoop to my level?” he gargled, having a hard time breathing due to the Joker’s strong arm being wrapped around his neck from behind.

The Joker only laughed again in response. Croc chuckled along with him, his own laughter much quieter and subdued than the Joker’s.

Then, the Joker heard someone clapping in the distance. Clapping loud enough to be heard over his roaring laughter. He peered into the bright lights of the vehicle and he could see the silhouette of a man walking towards them. The Joker pressed his knife against Joey’s throat, hard enough to cause yet another little knick in his skin. Joey scrunched his face in pain.

As the figure moved closer and the Joker’s eyes adjusted against the bright light, he could see that the man was Officer Thomas Biscotti, just as he suspected. The dark haired officer was still clapping, and he had a rather smug look on his face. And for a moment, he just stood there smiling and clapping, which very much irritated the Joker.

But Tommy was the first one to speak. “Well, well, well. I must say I’m quite impressed. I mean Christ. And you’ve had no training prior to this little killing spree of yours? How in the hell could some goofy theater shmo turn into such a stealthy natural born killer?” Tommy whistled. “If we’d of known you were this talented we’d of hired you as a hit man years ago.” Now it was Tommy’s turn to burst into hysterical laughter, and Joey shot him a worried look, making eye contact with his older brother and trying to hint at him that he needed a little help here, and this wasn’t the time for humor.

Croc readied his rifle, but Tommy whipped out his own gun and pointed it right at the Joker’s head. “Drop the knife clown. And as for you big guy,” he motioned to Croc. “You even try it, and you’ll die where you stand. I’ve got some hidden buddies of my own you know. You’ll be completely surrounded soon enough. After all, this is a double homicide isn’t it? Don’t wanna make it a triple do ya? My guys will make sure ya get life in prison without parole. And I don’t care how big ya are tough guy. We’ll make sure you’re somebody’s bitch,” Tommy smiled viciously at Croc. “They got enough chains at Arkham strong enough to tie down an Elephant. But I’m sure you know that already, don’t ya Waylon?”

Croc snarled bitterly at the sound of his birth name being mentioned. He growled in his throat, sounding similar to an angry silverback gorilla, and he glared at Tommy like a caged animal desperately wanting to break free of his binds and rip the smug officer to shreds. “You make one move, either one of ya, and the clown gets it right in the skull,” hissed Tommy. “Now I suggest you drop the knife Jack. I’ve been impressed so far, but I don’t think you can cheat death twice. Drop the knife and lets be gentlemen about this ‘uh? I know my little brother like’s ta make a mess, but I aint like him. I prefer to do things with a much…classier approach. Now drop the knife or die where you stand.”

For a moment, there was silence, and the Joker merely smiled back at Tommy, his natural grin further elongating his ‘permanent’ one. Then he laughed. His laughter was deep and ominous, and full of spite. It would’ve chilled the bones of any normal person, but Tommy remained stone faced in the Joker’s presence. The Joker kept his knife right over Joey’s jugular. One effortless move, and he could easily slice Joey’s throat. Joey winced at the feeling of the blade further digging into his skin and cutting it just a tad, while the Joker shook with laughter. “You have nothing…nothing to threaten me with,” the Joker chuckled wildly, like he belonged in a straight jacket.

“Oh no?” said Tommy, raising a dark eyebrow. And then he let out a piercing whistle through his teeth, as if he were calling for his dog. Almost immediately after he whistled, one of the backdoors of the squad car flew open, and as the Joker squinted against the bright lights again, he could see another tall silhouette approaching them, marching alongside a smaller silhouette. When the two figures got closer, the Joker’s natural smile wiped off his face, and his eyes grew cold.

There, now standing just a few feet behind Tommy was Marcus, his face as white as a ghost and his eyes as large as saucers. The taller officer beside him was holding onto the back of his shirt and he had his gun jammed into the side of Marcus’s head. The Joker could almost see tears glistening in the young man’s blue eyes. “Marcus!” the Joker yelled angrily. “I told you not to follow me this time!”

“I’m sorry boss,” said Marcus in a shaky voice. “I-I….I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t just sit back and let you take care of it all. My brother…”

“Shut the fuck up!” said the cop and he hit Marcus in the back of his head with the butt of his pistol.

The Joker still remained calm, and behaved as though nothing was bothering him in the least. Deep down inside though, his blood was boiling. “Why don’t you come over here and pick on someone your own size fucktard? At least my victim is a grown man. What kind of pussy fuck picks on scrawny little kids? What kind of challenge does that offer?” He kept a lanky but strong arm wrapped tightly around Joey’s neck. Joey had the expression of a terrified five year old.

Tommy smiled slyly. “Ho, ho! Does the deadly self-made clown hit man suddenly care about some random teenaged street rat?”

“You are quite-ah mistaken my friend,” the Joker spoke in an unnerving growl. “No one is getting in the way of my revenge.” He took his knife and he ran it across Joey’s cheek, gently at first, then he pricked the skin a little. Joey winced as he felt the blade slice into his flesh. A teardrop of blood started gushing from the tiny wound.

“Tommy!” Joey yelled, giving Tommy the hint that he wanted out of this psycho clowns clutches, and he wanted out now.

Tommy made a hand signal to his partner, and his partner hit Marcus in the back of the head again. Marcus now had tears dribbling down his cheeks. He really didn’t want to die without avenging his own brother’s death.

“We’ll give ya to the count of ten to release my brother clown,” said Tommy. “If my brother isn’t back in his car and driving home in ten seconds, we blow the kids brains out.”

The Joker could hear Croc breathing impatiently behind him. He sounded like a beast itching to attack.

“One,” said Tommy. His partner jabbed the gun very hard into Marcus’s temple.

“Whactya gonna do boss?” asked Croc in his extremely low voice.

“Two,” said Tommy. “You kill my brother and we’ll shoot the kids kneecaps off first. Make ‘im suffer a little.”

The Joker made eye contact with Marcus. Marcus was almost begging him with his eyes. Begging him to come to his rescue. He was still so young. Why did that stupid kid follow him? And where were those damn Joker disciple nut jobs? A lot of help they were turning out to be.

“Three,” said Tommy.

“Boss?” Croc’s deep voice reached the Jokers ears again.

“I’m gonna kill this asshole,” the Joker spoke lowly. “Both of em. But not tonight.”

“Five!” yelled Tommy. Marcus had developed a case of the shakes.

“Lower your weapon Croc,” said the Joker.

“Uh, boss?” said Croc.

“Just do it,” said the Joker. He leaned in and whispered threateningly in Joey’s ear. “Looks like you’ve got one more night on this planet sleaze ball. But I can tell you that you wont be sleeping soundly tonight. Thanks to your good ol bro over there, I’m gonna take twice as long to chop you up into little pieces the next time I get my hands on you. And believe me, it’ll be soon.”

The Joker could almost feel Joey’s sweat dribbling down on his arm. “Eight!” Tommy yelled. “Better hurry up and make a decision clown!”

The Joker released Joey, and Joey scrambled sway from the tall frightening looking clown and the giant behemoth he had for a sidekick. Then he pranced in place for a moment, as if he didn’t know what to do. Tommy smiled a little and he made a gesture to his own man to lower his gun. “Wise choice clown. You’re even smarter than I assumed.”

Joey just stood there dumbfounded, and he glared over at the Joker with a look at disgust.” You,” he said, seeming to have a hard time finding the right words. “You fuck! You have the fucking gall to try and fuck with me?! Joey Biscotti?! You’re dead!”

“Joey!” Tommy yelled. “Shut the fuck up and get in your damn limo before I kick your ass!” The Joker was now gripping onto his knife so tightly he swore his palm would soon start bleeding.

Joey scrambled over to the limo, and he pushed the dead driver out of the door, letting his body fall in the alley. (The driver that Croc had happily sniped from a distance)

“Let the kid go,” the Joker growled at Tommy.

Tommy nodded, and he gestured to his partner to release Marcus. He let Marcus go and the young man dashed over to the Joker. The Joker was quite surprised when Marcus gave him a hug. At first he didn’t quite know how to react. He gave the boy a hearty pat on the back and ruffled his hair. “Uh, it’s all right kid.”

The Joker felt his teeth grind when Joey took off in the limo, flooring it out of there. “You know what they’re calling you on the streets?” Tommy suddenly chuckled. “What with all those killings you’ve been doing dressed in that getup? The Jack in the Box killer. How ironic, seeing as how your real name is Jack, ain’t it? And they don’t even know who you are. But I do. Don’t I feel so lucky?”

“Jack’s dead,” growled the Joker.

Tommy chuckled some more. “Ya know, it’s gonna be tons of fun seeing how well you’ll do in the slammer. I can already see having some fun with you. We could set ya up in some of those prison death matches. See how well you’d do in them. I’m already plannin’ on bettin’ money on ya. You’re a natural born killer.”

“How about a fair weaponless match with me and you right now Tommy boy?” the Joker growled though knew quite well that he was more intelligent, and in fact more deadly, than this smart ass of a mob cop.

“Sorry chuckles,” said Tommy. “But I think my little bro and I will have more fun seeing you rot in prison. Actually, they’ll probably drop your ass off in Arkham. Pump ya up with some meds. That should be more fun to watch than killin’ ya. After all, we already tried that once and it didn’t work did it?”

“It would probably be better for you if you did kill me now,” said the Joker. “You have no idea what you have coming.”

Tommy suddenly burst into laughter, spit spraying out of his mouth. His partner laughed along. “Yeah…yeah right. My buddies should be here soon enough. Ya see those bodies laying there in the alley? Ya can’t clean up this crime scene pal. I’m sure I’ll get an award for this. The man who caught the Jack In the Box killer. The bastard who raped and butchered poor little Emma Napier in an alley.”

The Joker glowered at Tommy. Oh what fun he was going to have chopping him up alive, once he got his hands on him. “And you’re little pubescent friend there? He’ll most likely be tried as an adult for aiding you in these murders. What do you think of that Marky, Mark?” Tommy snickered. Now it was Marcus’s turn to glower at him. “Dumb kid. He’s just as dumb as his Brother Mikey was.”

Marcus started tearing up again. “Shut your fucking mouth!”

“Ooooh,” Tommy mocked. “He’s a little more feisty than his cowardly brother was. We roughed him up a little. He was begging for his life before we whacked ‘im. What a little bitch. You know right before we blew his brains out we…”

“Arrrrrrggggg!” Marcus suddenly screamed and dashed towards Tommy.

“Marcus!” The Joker yelled, and he tried grabbing for the younger man. But the next thing he knew, Tommy shot Marcus right in the head. It all happened so fast. Blood sprayed out from the back of Marcus’s skull and splattered on the Joker’s purple jacket. In less than a second, the young man lay dead on the alley pavement.

“Just like his brother,” Tommy shook his head. “Stupid kid.”

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The Joker awoke abruptly to a cold sweat. His makeup was running off his face. He looked over to his side. Stacey was still sleeping soundly, and so was little Ace, who was curled up in her arms.

“So what happened after Marcus got killed? It’s all a blank after that.”

The Joker’s head suddenly snapped to his side. There, he saw ‘Jack’ sitting in a little girlish rocking chair by the window. The light from the window shun on his frame, illuminating his handsome features. It was a very early crack of dawn, and the light outside was just beginning to touch the tops of the trees. “Doesn’t matter what happened after that,” said the Joker, actually talking out loud to himself. “That kid got in the way of my revenge that night. I should have just sliced into Joey and let that idiot cop blow the kids brains out. He ended up getting himself killed anyway.”

“Shhh!” said Jack, putting a finger to his lips. “Keep it down. We don’t want to wake up our little bunny do we?”

The Joker turned back to Stacey, and he gently brushed a bit of hair out of her face.

“So what did we end up doing to Joey Biscotti and his asshole brother?” asked Jack. The Joker was silent for a moment. “You have to tell me what happened. Because that was the time you took over completely. I remember nothing after that.”

The Joker ran a tongue over his mouth, and he squinted his eyes. “Neither do I.”

“What?” said Jack. “You’re telling me you don’t remember chopping up the Biscottis at all?”

“No,” said the Joker. “I don’t.”

‘Jack’ let out a heavy sigh. “Well we’re here now aren’t we? Something must have happened that night after Marcus got shot. Please tell me we killed those bastards.”

“Look for all I know you’re just a figment of my over active imagination Jackie boy,” said the Joker.

“For all I know you’re a figment of mine!” said Jack.

“I’m assuming that we…I killed those assholes in a very, won-der-fully slow and gruesome way. Perhaps it was so intense that I blacked out while I was doing it. But don’t you worry Jackie boy. I’m sure it’ll come back to me.”

“It better,” said Jack. “Because I need to have this put to rest. Please promise me one thing Joker. Don’t ever black out on our new little bunny alright?”

The Joker turned and looked down at Stacey again. “Don’t worry Jack old pal. I wont,” he laid back down and cuddled next to her again, stroking her hair while she slept.

“I’ll make sure you don’t,” said Jack, and his spirit disappeared, leaving the rocking chair empty, like it had always really been.

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Okay about the flashback/dream/memory sequence. I was originally going to do something different but then I got some new ideas that will work better. And yes there will be makeup sex in the next chapter :) lol.