Ink and Bandaids

A/N: GOOD GRIEF, I am SO sorry for dropping off the face of this planet, but...bleh. My professors are majorly riding my ass this semester, so I honestly haven't had any time to write. It sucks.

But anywhos, after further inspection of the movie, I've come to the conclusion that the Joker ISN'T a masochist (contrary to popular belief), but I'm going to write him that way so he and Lee can still have a common ground. I mean, the ONLY time the Joker seems amused by pain is during the interrogation scene. During all of his other fights, he doesn't laugh or even crack a smile, save for the ending when he was tossed off the building. He only laughed THEN because he thought he'd gotten Batman to break his rule, not because he was all eager to feel the pain. I honestly think he was laughing during the interrogation scene because he'd gotten Batsy to crack, and it was pretty damn obvious that J was the one in control during that scene, not Batman. I mean, he might've said "hit me" and all that jazz prior to that scene, but I believe it's because he wanted to prove Batman's human and capable of murder just like all the rest of society. And wow...I totally went on a tangent. Whatever, just read and be happy...it's got limey content, so there ya go. lol


CH 4: A Teeny-Tiny Lapse of Sanity

When I awoke several hours later, I felt as if a giant anvil had been dropped onto my head like in one of those old, campy Saturday morning cartoons. I groaned and rolled over onto my side, my temples throbbing as I dizzily took in my surroundings. The room was completely dark, save for the city lights streaming in from the long, broad glass window overlooking the streets of Gotham, but this did little to assuage my fears.

As my eyes adjusted further, I soon realized that the Joker was standing a few feet away from me, his shoulders hunched as he gazed out the window with an impatience that confused me. He kept rocking back and forth like a metronome, and as I finally moved to sit up, he turned from the city skyline and locked his dark eyes directly with mine.

"Ahh, so you're finally awake" he purred, a pleased grin crossing his lips as he crouched down in front of me. "Since you said you liked being spanked so much, I decided to give you a masochistic little thrill ride and tie you up for the evening."

Finally noticing the pressure around my wrists and ankles, I gaped down in astonishment at the rope binding my body securely in place, a momentary tingle of excitement surging through my veins when I recalled all the 'games' Edward and I used to play. He'd typically tie me up and take a paddle to my exposed ass, yet somehow I didn't think the Joker had the same thing in mind…

Now leaning forward so that our noses were mere inches apart, the clown prince gave a wicked grin while remaking, "Y'know, your Aunt Martha sure talks a lot. Good thing you didn't inherit that little yapping gene, 'cause you'd more than likely be six feet under right about now."

I jerked in surprise. "W-what have you done? Where's my aunt!?"

"Well she's at home, of course! Don't worry, she's still bitching about her bunions and offering to bring up her 'yummy, blue ribbon sticky buns'" the Joker assured me, chuckling as he ran a gloved hand across my cheek. Pausing as if in thought, he cheerily added, "She was so worried when you didn't come home on time, so I told her we were pulling an all-nighter so we could, uh...finish our little 'unresolved issues'. Just make sure you watch your aunt closely, peaches, 'cause nosy people tend to get hurt."

Trembling, I ignored the pounding of my heart as I stammered, "W-well what do you propose I do, then? She's very involved in my life at the moment..."

"Well tell her to stop driving you, for one thing" the Joker urged. "You're a big girl now -- or at least, I hope you are -- so you're perfectly capable of coming out here on your own. I can't have that twit learning too much about me or my lifestyle, so either you come out here by yourself each day, or your dear ol' aunt may find herself in a mysterious little 'accident'."

Immediately getting his meaning, I nodded in agreement while pressing, "And the boy? Is he still alive?"

Pursing his lips as he rocked back on his heels, the Joker clicked his tongue before returning lowly, “Well, I didn't kill him, if that's what you're asking. I had a slight change of heart, considering how it'd be no fun knowing my rival's true identity. If I knew where to find him, there'd be too much of a temptation to exterminate the little rodent, and since I'm so bipolar and can't ever de-cide whether or not I want Batsy to live, I think it'd be safest to keep his identity under wraps, don't you?"

Nodding just to please him, I gave him a hopeful look while asking, "Do you think you could just let me go home now? I'm sure my aunt is worried sick..."

"Again with the flighty relative!" the Joker scoffed, his eyes boring into mine with a feverish annoyance. "Don't you ever think for yourself, gum drop? It's people like you who reeeally piss me off, 'cause you de-pend on everyone and don't re-ly on your own common sense. Without Batsy, how would you keep yourself from getting into trouble, hmm? Would you cuh-ling to the skirts of your aunt and pray to your God to save you from harm?"

A fury unlike any I'd ever experienced filled me at that moment, my teeth gritting as I struggled about in my restraints like a fish caught on land. I'd never felt the desire to harm someone before, but at that moment I genuinely wanted to claw his eyes out. I've always been a delicate creature, so I naturally didn't appreciate the derision in his voice and the sneer on his lips as he gazed down at me. His eyes seemed to glimmer with excitement at my fury, which only made me all the angrier. How dare he get his jollies from making fun of me!?

“Ooh-hoo, well wouldja look at that? The kitten actually has claws under that cute little exterior!” Leaning in close, he slyly urged “So tell me this, gum drop: do you want to hurt me? Do you wanna take one of my knives and cut into my skin? Hmm? Is the thought of ending my life so utterly enjoyable that you can’t stand the thought of me living a moment longer?”

Trembling with anger and fear – how was he able to decipher my own thoughts so easily? – I bit my lip and promptly shook my head. I didn’t like the idea of him knowing my innermost desires, so I tried my best to prove him wrong. Unfortunately for me, I’d never been a very good actress.

Feeling his hands on my wrists, I looked up at him in confusion once I realized he was untying my restraints. Puzzled by this unexpected turn of events, I watched on in bewilderment as he concentrated solely on the task at hand, his tongue peeking out of his mouth before he gave a pleased little “There!” and patted my cheek. “Aaaall better now, beautiful, so that means you’re free to go back to your meaningless, pa-thet-ic life scrubbing your aunt’s feet!”

Both hurt and infuriated by his words, I gave an almost animalistic snarl as I lunged straight for his throat, a pleased little whoop escaping his lips as we both toppled to the ground. Rolling around on the floor like two growling little puppies (me from anger and him from mocking me), I found that I could concentrate on nothing but trying to hurt him…to make him suffer.

Digging my nails into the base of his neck, I felt his flesh split beneath my touch and bring forth tiny droplets of blood, his eyes rolling back in his head with a pleased snarl as he taunted “Thaaat’s it, my little kitten – embrace your darker side and hurt me!”

Disgusted that the freak was enjoying my emotional turmoil, I reared back and struck him just as he rolled us over and pinned me to the floor. Using his narrow hips to keep me in place, he flicked out his blade and placed it against my jugular. My mouth parted in surprise as our eyes locked, mine questioning and his taunting.

“Well what’s wrong, beautiful?” he pressed, the sharp serrations of the blade now digging into my skin. “Are you by chance…a-fraaaaid?”

Merely closing my eyes in response, I gave a breathy sigh when I felt the knife cutting into my supple flesh, my hands grasping at the lapels of his coat as a hint of blood dribbled down my neck.

Leaning forward and catching the droplet with his tongue, the Joker gave a pleased little murmur before licking my wound, my nails now digging into his shoulders as I lifted my hips in anticipation. The sensation of the pain and pleasure made me shudder, my nipples tightening as heat exploded between my thighs and pulsed there wetly. “Oh…”

Suddenly seeming to notice my arousal, the Joker growled and swiped his blade across my exposed arm out of retaliation. Opening my mouth in a silent scream, I gave a gasp of delight and bumped my hips urgently against his. Confused by my actions, the Joker’s gaze grew dark and furious as he stabbed the blade into my shoulder, a moan of anguished delight escaping my lips as he gave it a twist for good measure. The burning, white hot sensation of steel tearing through muscle made me heady with desire, my heart pounding with excitement from this terrifying experience. I was enamored and repulsed by this man…this monster who was able to give and take life with one glorious flick of his wrist. Even though the Joker seemed intent on harming me, I’d honestly never felt more alive in my entire life.

“Don’t stop” I rasped, the desperation in my voice surprising both me and my attacker. Placing my hand over the Joker’s bloodied one, I urged him to push the knife in deeper as I begged “Please, sir…never stop.”

A flash of fury alighted the Joker’s eyes at that moment, for he seemed to realize that he’d just lost his precious control. I wasn’t like all his other victims, for I didn’t cry, I didn’t whine, and I most certainly didn’t beg for my life, because his torture seemed to be the only thing keeping me truly alive.

With a snarl, the Joker reared back and clocked me across the face, his wrath only mounting when I gave a pleased little whimper and dug my nails into his chest. “Hit me again” I urged, my eyes darkened with longing as I licked my busted lip. The Joker took note of my bloody mouth as well, the sound of his heavy breathing filling my senses as he leaned forward and flicked his tongue across my lips. When he moved to do it again, I grasped the back of his head and sucked on his invasive tongue, his body stiffening in surprise when I moaned and linked a leg around his waist.

Tasting my blood on his lips, I forced his scarred mouth against mine as we bit and groped at one another, an animalistic growl rumbling in his chest when I felt him strike me as before. Only this time, I somehow managed to catch his wrist, my body rolling over top of his as I took his knife and sliced open the front of his shirt. I felt his hips give an involuntary jerk in response, his stiff arousal now situated nicely between my thighs as I gave a quivering breath. Slashing the blade across his chest, I felt my panties dampen when I heard him groan and make delicious little curses, his tongue swiping across his lower lip as I lifted the knife to my mouth and hesitantly licked at the blade. Even amidst my most masochistic rituals, I’d never once been aroused by the thought of ingesting a lover’s blood, but somehow the thought of swallowing his essence – hell, any part of him – made me all hot and bothered.

Before I could even think to cut him again, the Joker gave a growl and wrenched me back beneath him, his hands holding my wrists over my head in a bone-crushing grip as his dark eyes locked with mine. Breathing heavily, I struggled half-heartedly beneath him, but this only seemed to aggravate his growing erection. With his eyes momentarily rolling back in his head, he gave a soft snarl as I repeated my actions, my fascination budding as I watched his features transform into that of carnal lust.

Sliding his hands around my throat and squeezing, the Joker situated himself in between my legs before giving a violent thrust, a yelp escaping my throat as he did it again and again. The friction was delicious, but the entire situation made me want to retch. How could I possibly be aroused by this monster? He’d done all but kill me, and yet…

Oh, God, he was awful, misguided, and perfect all at the same time.

With a gasp when the Joker bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, I heard him growl against my heated flesh before he licked at the afflicted area, animalistic grunts escaping his lips as he began to roughly dry-hump me through the short, stretchy fabric of my black skirt. His groans becoming more desperate, he lifted my legs to rest around his hips so he could hammer more urgently against my heat, his mouth falling down upon mine as he licked, bit, and groped at my body amidst his fervid desperation.

Slipping a hand in between our bodies, the Joker dipped his hand past my panties and shuddered when he felt how deliciously wet I was, his lips now hovering over mine as he asked, "What is it you want from me, hmm? Do you want this?" Curling his fingers inside me, he began to probe for the special spot that would bring me to my knees, a triumphant smirk coming to his lips when I trembled and moaned softly beneath him. "Or maybe you'd rather this?" the Joker tried again, abruptly withdrawing his fingers before pulling my heat flush against his clothed arousal.

Giving a strangled whimper in response, my eyes rolled back in my head when his hips began to grind against mine at a more feverish pace, my thighs squeezing his waist as I arched my back and screamed. It was no true surprise that he’d already brought me to a violent orgasm, my core pulsing wetly as my desire flooded into my panties.

My sudden outburst seemed to have doused the Joker’s passion, for the look in his eyes turned feral as he yanked me to my knees. “Get out” he hissed, his voice noticeably strained.

“B-but I-”

“Get out!” he barked, my heart lurching as I frantically scrabbled to my feet.

My legs felt like rubber due to my former disposition, yet I managed to make it to the door before the Joker could change his mind and cut me to pieces. My pulse thudded hollowly in my ears as I entered the stairwell and paused to catch my breath, my hand coming over my heart as I closed my eyes and quivered.

I’d let that monster touch me, and then…oh God, he’d dry-humped me into an orgasm!

Embarrassed by this sudden realization, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, then forced my rubbery legs to move so I could descend the staircase. If there was one thing I knew to be certain, it was that my Aunt Martha would be full of questions upon my return, and I needed to be prepared to lie.