Blood and Lust

CO-WRITTEN WITH DCCOURTJESTER

"Strip Poker"

Feeling a bead of sweat roll down her nose to her chin, Rachel shuddered as the Joker's aphotic eyes continued to bore into her own. Abruptly looking away from him, she trembled as she watched his gloved fingers begin dealing out their cards, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she squeaked, "H-how do we play? I mean...I don't really think I understand what we're doing..."

Not to mention the fact that Rachel didn't even understand why she was there in the first place, what with her having been kidnapped and all. She had been minding her own business in the DA parking lot when a hand had gone over her mouth, and with it her consciousness. So now here she was, sitting in a chair at a card table playing what appeared to be a harmless game with a madman. What was the point?

Twitching slightly with each new card being tossed between them, the Joker hummed quite happily with his new catch. Following her was becoming a rather normal thing for him, which came around on spontaneous notions on when he wanted to screw with the poor woman’s mind. His tongue slithered out and ran along his lips, thus signifying that he was going to speak soon.

"Well, be-eaut-i-ful" A cheery note was evident in his voice as he leaned over towards her with a curled smiled, "...The game is not that hard-uh...a child can play it..." He giggled afterward as he kicked back, all the while continuing to deal out the cards in a slow manner so that he could explain. "...Oh, and this may be running through that pretty little mind of yours..." He reached out and poked her nose with his right index finger with a chuckle. "But I was bored...and I felt like playing with you." He made a pouty face and his tone mocked the situation.

Shunting from his touch, Rachel gave him a disgusted scowl as she snapped, "Good to know that I'm a plaything you can just turn to whenever you're bored...if you wanted something fun to do, why didn't you just go to some toy store? You seem like a simpleton who's easy amused, after all."

Stubbornly folding her arms, Rachel crossed her legs and shivered when the Joker gave her yet another predatory look with his eyes. What the hell was wrong with him!?

"If you would really pre-fer me to go blow up some buildings and get in a scuffle with Batsy, I guess I can go do thaat..." The Joker took a tune to the last two words as his eyes narrowed on her much like a lion would on its prey. After a few seconds ticked by, his tongue began to click as he swayed side to side. Finishing the dealing, they both now had five cards face down on the table, and the rest of the deck was placed in between them.

While picking up his five cards, the Joker leaned back in his chair as he began to babble on about the game. "It is rather simple, you see... Depending on your hand, you will either be granted a vic-tor-y or defeat...otherwise known as a piece of clothing. The highest type of hand is a Straight Flush, and it can be of any suit with ascending cards; basically everyone from the same group… Like if everyone from your DA Office got together…all the big shots, that is. An example would be an Eight of Hearts to King of Hearts with each card in-between. The second highest hand is a Four of a Kind, and this hand can contain four tens and then a random card for the fifth. Easy enough, like get-ting four friends to laugh at the fifth wheel of the party.” He motioned out as if pointing and laughing at someone.

“Next is a Full House; this hand has three of the same card and then two of another. Simply put, it can be three Kings and two tens… Kinda like a set of female triplets looking at a nice pair of male twins.” He chuckled as his eyebrows rose up and down with the obvious message. “Next is a Flush, and this hand is all of the same suit without any need of rank order. An example would be the Ace of Spades, Deuce of Spades, Six of Spades, Ten of Spades, and then a Jack of Spades. Pretty much as long as you’re part of the fam-i-ly, there is no reason to worry about the DA office coming down to rain fire on your ass for crimes… Oh, wait… You put most of Gotham’s bad guys in one shot… Let me see… Didn’t I blow up the judge? Never mind that.” The Joker’s hand came up to his lips as he looked up at the ceiling to think about what had happened to the judge, but he already knew damn well what had happened. Soon his eyes returned to hers with their predatory hunger.

“Next is a Straight, and this hand has to be in rank order, but does care for a suit. An example is an Ace of Hearts, Deuce of Spades, Three of Diamonds, Four of Spades, and Five of Hearts. It’s pretty much a group of whores at the cor-ner without care of race or gender, but whoever’s been working the corner longer gets the first job. Lower still is a Three of a Kind, and this hand can be described by, say, three sevens and then two random cards: Six of Spades and Four of Hearts. This is kinda like three Arkham inmates playing with the heads of two of the ‘doctors’.” There was a mad cackle afterward which was then followed by a giggle.

“Then there is a Two Pair which contains, say, a pair of sevens and a pair of sixes with an ex-tra card, like an Ace of Clubs, for example. To put it simply, it would be like kickboxing… Both your hands and feet are attacking the other person’s head, singling out the idiot that doesn’t belong. Then there is a one pair, a pair of sixes with an Ace of Hearts, Seven of Diamonds, and a Deuce of Clubs. Really, all you care about is the fact that their eyes are showing fear; the rest of the body does not really matter. The lowest hand is a High Card hand, and that is when you have, say, a Ten of Spades, Nine of Clubs, Six of Hearts, Three of Spades, and a Deuce of Hearts. As long as the boss of the mob has the big men to defend him, he’s good…but stupid. Does that help, be-eaut-i-ful?” He clicked his tongue, then chuckled as he put a smile on his face with a small cackle.

Still leaning on the chair, the Joker looked down at his hand, then popped his head up with an: “Oh! One more thing, beautiful, you can swap out cards once, then there can be a re-deal… If you put down two cards, I can then deal you out two more cards, but you forfeit the two you dropped…. Very easy, see… Kinda like blowing up a couple buildings you don’t want in your view of the sunset.…” His purple gloved hand appeared as an index finger rose, and he shook his hand in a scolding way. His hand was face down on the table as he pulled the other up and made a motion to signify an explosion. “Boom!” It was quickly followed by a giggle and then he stilled himself. “…That good enough, Miss Dawes?”

Rachel's face had been a mixture of horror and fascination during his entire speech, but now that he had acknowledged her directly, she forced her features into a repugnant scowl. To think that the Joker actually enjoyed the knowledge of his having killed so many made her sick, and the fact that he used said murders to describe the rules of the card game settled with her even worse. She wanted to tell him that he was a monster, a fiend, the scum on the bottoms of her highly-priced shoes, but instead she forced her lips into a tight smile and returned, "Fine...what other choice do I have?"

When the Joker gave a grin, Rachel took up her cards and uneasily examined her hand. When she discovered that she had a straight flush, her eyes immediately lit up, but she tried to hide her triumph by twisting her lips into a thoughtful pout. "You first or me?" she asked, a small smirk gracing her mouth.

Watching her face twist into various emotions amused him more then he would ever let on. Just watching someone squirm before you while just talking gave the Joker such a joy that very few would ever understand. Tilting his head slightly, his body suddenly twitched, "You can play a friendly game...Or we can play a not so friendly game..." He chuckled darkly as his free hand spun his knife around his fingers. Gazing over at Rachel, he noted her reaction when she had looked to her cards, and placed his cards down upon the table. "Let us make this interesting...be-aut-i-ful...." He chimed happily as his free hand flowed into the air with emphasis. "How about the winner of each hand chooses what the other person looses, eh,eh,eh?" He tilted his head with each 'eh' and smiled devilishly. "Ladies first my deeear."

Truly believing that she wouldn't be beaten, Rachel mirrored his devilish smile before agreeing, "Alright, fine...if I win, you have to take off your pants. I know how much you value your dignity, after all." Now placing her cards face-up onto the table, she smirked before revealing, "A straight flush. How 'bout you, Clown Boy?"

The Clown Prince of Crime did not cringe at the highest hand, nor did he laugh in victory at her. Slowly he revealed his first card as a purple leathered glove slowly dug underneath, then flicked it over. "...Ace of Spades..." Then the next card. "...King of Spades... Queen of Spades... The Prince of Spades... The Ten of Spades... Deeeary...You lose....Spades rank highest, next are the Hearts, next are the Clubs, and the lowest suit of them all...are Hearts ..." He placed a disgusting tone to the last word as he leaned in to look at her devilishly. Suddenly he burst out laughing as he slung back and slapped his knee. "It seems-uh, that my dignity will not be shot at first....but yours..." He motioned to her and continued, "Oh, by the way, I also out rank you by royalty." He motioned to his cards, then looked back to her with his erratic motions. "Your shirt, please."

"God DAMMIT!" Slamming her fist down onto the card table, Rachel felt her insides roil with nausea at the thought of the Joker getting a firsthand look at what she'd only shown a small handful of men. Deciding to play it cool, Rachel irritably rose from her chair and shrugged her shoulders. "Alright, fine" she agreed, "off it goes." Giving the Joker an almost defiant look, Rachel crossed her arms in front of her waist and raised the blouse above her head, her cheeks growing a delightful shade of rouge as she tossed the raiment in the clown's face. No need for him to stare too long, after all...

Re-seating herself, Rachel then folded her hands in front of her before grumbling, "My turn?"

The Joker’s eyebrows twitched up in approval as she took her top off, a sly whistle coming from his scarred lips as she sent him a scowl. Then he was face first with his punishment: her blouse being thrown at him. Oh, how scary... Suddenly he swept up the cards, shuffled them, and slapped them down hard before the b-eau-ti-ful woman in front of him. "Hit me, Miss Dawes."

"Gladly" Rachel snarled, raising her hand as if she were genuinely going to strike him. Instead, she rested the flat of her palm against the table as she used her other hand to deal out the cards. Smiling sweetly after she’d discovered her own hand, she looked up at the Joker before lowly cooing, "Well, well, well...what have we here? I believe it's a Four of a Kind. Surely your luck can't override mine once more?"

Giving him a sly grin, Rachel cupped her face in her palm and awaited his answer. With a giggle, the Joker then overturned his cards and allowed her to take a peek at his winning hand.

With her mouth agape, Rachel felt a cold chill overcome her as she realized that he'd won...again. How was it possible!?

"You're cheating" Rachel decided, her eyes narrowing as she rose from her perch. "You can't keep getting straight flushes!"

"True, true, deeeary. Well... the straight flushes thing-uh..." He shuffled the cards then slapped the entire deck in front of her. "Your deal then, love...Oh, by the way...Take off your pants."

Positively livid, Rachel muttered a string of lady-like curses before turning her attention to the buckle of her pants. Still grumbling to herself, she unfastened the belt -- briefly thought about lashing the Joker over the head with it -- and slowly slid the black fabric down over her thighs. The cold, yet somehow not completely unwelcome chill of the air caused her nipples to stiffen, her body noticeably shaking as she nervously sank back into her seat.

Now swiping the cards off the table, Rachel kept her eyes glued firmly to her task at hand as she dealt out the deck. Flipping her cards over, she sucked in a breath before revealing, "I've got a Full House. How about you?"

The Joker was quite happy with how fate was dealing out the cards, if you could even call it 'fate' that is. Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, the Joker took his cards and threw down two of them. "Hit me. Hit me." He said with a nice change of note, the ends being higher on his words. The Joker was asking to exchange two cards for two more from the deck. Suddenly looking up at her, he cocked his head. "Puh-leeease?" He smiled, something that the devil himself would die from looking at.

Scowling, Rachel felt tempted yet again to perform the literal act that he had requested, yet she once again refrained and tossed him two other cards. "I hope you choke on those" she begrudgingly added.

He playfully took one card and held it beside his mouth as he popped his jaw open. "Om nom nom…ach…ach..." The Joker dropped his cards and grabbed his throat as he good-humoredly hit the floor with his chair toppling over. Without moving for a few seconds, he suddenly popped up, and while on his knees he began to flip what cards weren't already over. "Let's see here-uh..." While flipping them, he read off the titles. "I have a Ten of Clubs... A Six of Hearts... A Six of Spades.... A Six of Clubs... And a Six of Hearts..." He cackled loudly as he placed his jaw upon the table with a blood-curling smile. "I win agaaaain...!"

"NO!" Clenching her hands into two tight fists, Rachel leapt up from her chair so that she could better inspect his hand. "This is impossible!" she screamed. "You can't be serious!" Trembling, she added, "Haven't you seen enough? I'm down to my skivvies, for God's sake!"

But then she remembered...the Joker wasn't one for pity. So much for that strategy.

The Prince chuckled lightly as he leaned back while pressing his index fingers together. "Well well, why not take off your shoes and stay awhile?" He snickered, even though he was the Joker, he did have his methods... And she was indeed wearing shoes. He wanted her to be cornered when he was finished with only a few garments left to pick. "Alright, alright, your deal once more since I went tuh-wice..." He chimed happily, her body was certainly something nice to look at, but what's so fantastic about something that one cannot touch?

Surprised by his 'generous' offer, Rachel calmed down considerably as she doffed her shoes and reached for the cards. Piece of cake...nothing shameful about exposing her toes, after all. She'd painted them an exceptionally nice color, and the actual process of baring them reminded her of how she'd been meaning to wear sandals more often.

Dealing out their cards, Rachel tossed the Joker his hand before flipping her own over. "A-ha!" she exclaimed in triumph. "A straight flush! Dear God, please tell me we didn't tie!"

Pouting before he even lifted the cards, the Joker sighed as he then counted his flock of sheep. "Many black sheep, aye" he murmured to himself as he rolled his head around his shoulders, then flipped over his cards. An Eight of Clubs, a Six of Diamonds, a Queen of Hearts, a Prince of Spades, and a Deuce of Diamonds. He had nothing, and there was no use in trading out, there was nothing to even try and go for. The Prince crossed his arms before his chest, and stared at her, waiting for her verdict.

Hardly able to contain herself, Rachel gave a triumphant "YES!", her giddy laughter ringing like bells as she jumped out of her seat and continued to laugh in his face. "Man, you are so going to get it!" she decided, grinning as she eagerly sat back down. Now nodding toward him, she sustained, "Take off your pants, please." Blushing, she then realized how eager she had sounded. "I-I mean, I don't want you to, but...y-you remember my philosophy, right?"

The Joker could not help but laugh as she danced around, and he threw himself into a greater fit as she had decided the worst thing for him to take off: his pants. The criminal followed suit and stood up, undoing the belt and dropping it next to the chair. Next he undid the button, the zipper, and then slipped the pants off and tossed them to the side. He then sat down in his seat, his body naked from his hips down to his patched socks and shoes. The Joker sat calmly with only a small smile on his face as he watched Rachel for her reaction. "Alrighty then, let's con-tinue...!" He cackled happily with a toothy smile.

Rachel's smiled was immediately wiped from her face as a wave of overwhelming embarrassment overtook her. "Oh, my God, what the hell!?" she exclaimed, immediately covering her eyes. "Why don't you wear any underpants!? Are you a complete barbarian!? I mean, I'd heard of men doing this sort of thing, but...but... Why!?"

Still refusing to look up from her hands, Rachel quivered as she tried to still the furious beating of her heart. Had he also been kind of...er...aroused? 'No, no, no' she thought, 'definitely not...besides, I'm never looking there, again!'

Meekly reaching for the deck, Rachel drew her cards before passing them to the Joker. "I...I have a Full House, again" she mumbled.

Looking down to his lap, then to her, the Joker cheerily explained, "Well, b-eau-ti-ful....since you seem so interested, I prefer to give them a little breathing room, if you know what I mean." He giggled and calmly took his hand. Clicking his tongue thoughtfully, he then tossed down three cards. "Hit me, hit me, and then hit me again."

"As much as I'd love to give you a lashing right now, I don't think I'm into kink" Rachel grumbled, her lips cracking into a nervous smile as she tried to add humor to her terrible predicament. Tossing the Joker his three cards, she sucked in a breath as she awaited the outcome. "Anything?" she asked.

Cocking an eyebrow, he inspected his cards carefully, grabbing one, then adding it to his hand. Suddenly he switched around the three cards, then added another. He once more switched his cards around, then looked at the fifth and tossed it over. "Ace of Diamonds." He took another card and dropped it onto the table. "Ace of Spades." The next card fell. "Seven of Hearts..." Then the next card fell. "Seven of Diamonds." The next card decided whether or not they tied, he won, or she lost. He tossed over a Deuce. "Deuce of Clubs."

Rachel gave the Joker a mocking pout. "Awww, well how unfortunate for you! But since you were so nice to me a while ago, you can take off your shoes. I'd kinda like to keep your shirt covering your you-know-what."

Shrugging expectantly, the Joker kicked off his shoes as his toes curled from the loss of warmth and the gain of cold concrete. A content sigh escaped him as he took the deck and shuffled, then dealt five cards each with a cackle. "Fun, fun, fun...." Looking to his cards he smiled, then looked to her. "You good or want a hit?"

“Hit me” Rachel decided, her delicate features scrunching in disgust as she looked at her awful hand. When the Joker tossed her the desired cards, she held them up to the light and winced. “Well damn” she remarked, “I’ve got nothing…” Laying them down so that the Joker could see, she inwardly prayed that he also had nothing…

The Joker chuckled darkly as he began to lay down a set of three and two. "I've got three fives and two sixes..." He smiled twistedly as he motioned towards her with a wavering hand. "Put your hair down, love."

Genuinely surprised by this request, Rachel slowly reached up and unfastened the clip that kept her hair neatly in place. As she did so, her locks tumbled about her shoulders in soft, chocolate waves, her breathing becoming considerably labored as she tried her best to avoid the Joker's gaze. He was making her nervous at best, but something about his very unexpected request had made her even more nervous.

Not even bothering to brush her hair back from her eyes, Rachel took the deck back from the Joker and dealt themselves a new stack. As she raised her cards, she looked up at him in expectance and asked, "Need a hit?"

"No." He said it quickly without even looking at his cards and looked over to her to flip first. "The b-eau-ti-ful lady first..." He chimed happily as he motioned to her with his free hand. Tilting his head, the Joker watched her with a disgusting grace. His eyes roved over her curves, slowly following everything as his tongue occasionally popped out to lick his scarred lips. Clicking his tongue, his eyes moved back up to her own to watch the decision fate had given.

"Fine" Rachel agreed, immediately flipping the cards over. A look of confidence flashed across her features as she folded her legs, a pleased smirk gracing her lips as she revealed, "I've got an Ace of Hearts, Deuce of Spades, Three of Diamonds, Four of Spades, and Five of Hearts...I believe this is the part where I'm supposed to say 'read 'em and weep', correct?"

"Oooh a Straight-uh..." The Joker giggled as he shifted around on his chair. He then began to flick his cards over to reveal what lay on the other side. "Hmm... Four of Clubs.... Eight of Diamonds...Four of Hearts...Eight of Spades... and..." He flipped over the last card and could not help but giggle. "And a Queen... Pretty much useless, looks like I loose...again." He rolled his eyes, then licked his lips while setting his eyes back on Rachel's. "What do you want on the floor now?" He chuckled as he rattled off ideas, "My vest or my shirt? Maybe my gloves...? Or my socks?" He dared not to say one thing, but maybe she would never think of that.

Rachel couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Yes, because I'm just dying to see even more of you than you've already forced me to... But since I don't have much of a choice, I guess I'll have to go with...ummm..." She paused, making a show of her indecisiveness as she tapped a finger against her chin. "...Your shirt. At least that way you'll still have a vest over top."

As she watched the Joker with a smug look upon her features, she waited for him to follow through with her order.

Shifting, he stretched out his arms to fix the shirt sleeves, then slithered them underneath the vest through the arm holes and began to undo the buttons. Soon the long-sleeved honeycombed shirt was removed without him taking off the vest, and it was calmly discarded to his right upon the floor. "Ta-daah!" He threw his arms up with a large grin upon his face. A small giggle flowed from his lips as he waited for her to collect the cards and deal. "Next rouuund!"

Rachel sighed as she began dealing out the cards. "I don't mean to be a party pooper or anything, but this is getting kind of boring... I mean, you kidnapped me, so the least you could do is make this more interesting." As soon as the words left her mouth, Rachel immediately regretted them, her cheeks growing rosy as she hesitantly returned his gaze.

The Joker was seriously silent after Rachel spoke. The Prince was so surprised by what she had said that no laugh, chuckle, or even a giggle could escape his frame. Blinking a few times, he shifted his head slightly so that his left eye was closer to her visually. Narrowing those beady eyes like a lion upon prey, he licked his lips as a smile curled upon his face. "Okay then, since you want to make this in-ter-es-tiiiing..." he chimed out as he looked down to his cards without turning them over. "How about thissss...." he spoke lowly as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Whoever wins this last hand gets to do what ever they want with the other person." He smiled a yellow toothy grin as his eyes narrowed to the point of almost disappearing. "Whaddaya say?"

Rachel felt a rush of blood rise to her cheeks, her mouth gaping open like a fish as she stammered, "Well, I...I..." Glancing down at her hand, she discovered that she had a Four of a Kind. It wasn't the strongest hand, but it was strong enough to win. Feeling confident, Rachel slowly nodded before agreeing, "Yeah, um...alright." Her answer had come out choked and raspy, so she cleared her throat and slowly laid down her cards. "Four of a Kind."

The Joker narrowed his eyes as he watched the second strongest hand reveal itself in front of him. Chuckling, he couldn’t help but smile and wonder what he had facedown. Sitting up, the Prince began to flip his cards over. "Let's see, let's see, let's see....I have a Seven of Hearts....a Six of Hearts...a Five of Hearts...a Four of Hearts..." What was appearing was the highest hand, a Straight Flush in the suit of Heart. Smiling darkly he peeked at the last card and could not help but throw his head back and laugh. "How in-ter-est-iiing!" He flipped the card over and revealed, "A Seven of Spades... I have a One Pair hand... the second lowest..." Closing his eyes, he nodded in defeat. "Well Miss Dawes.... seems you have won our little game-uh..."

Rachel balked. Had she heard and seen correctly? Taking in a shuddering intake of breath, she rose from her seat before striding over toward him, her face remaining expressionless as she stonily ordered "Lean back against the table, please."

Watching her expression was rather amusing, had he honestly wanted to win? Yes and no. Who would not want to win and get to play with someone? To do anything to them? Then again, in losing... ‘I get to see what she wants’ the Joker eagerly thought. ‘And by the game, I have to listen, this will prove to be interesting...’ Cocking an eyebrow high, he did not argue and stood up from the chair, then spun around. The man popped up on the table and just had to speak. "Am I getting a physical, doctor? Do I get a lolli-pop-uh?" Then the Prince let his arms spread out as he leaned back, holding himself up at an angel of one-hundred-and-twenty degrees. He really wanted to know what she had planned.

Scowling, Rachel hissed, "No, you're not getting a physical, but by the time I'm through with you, you're sure as hell going to need one!" Before the Joker could even reply, she hooked him square across the jaw, a sick satisfaction filling her soul when she saw him give a jolt of surprise. Now straddling his waist, she pinned him down onto the table before raining hit after hit on his face, her fury blinding her as she screamed, "How does it feel, you son of a bitch!? I'm not some toy, you know...how dare you kidnap me to play some vile, disgusting game!?"

The hook to his jaw sent the Joker’s head flying as his arms immediately came up to guard his face. An insane cackle erupted from his mouth as she straddled him and began to beat the living piss out of him. With each hit, he only seemed to laugh and thrash harder because of it, and seemed all too much wrapped up in the enjoyment of his own pain. Or maybe it was the fact that Rachel was beating him with her fists, he was making this law abiding citizen crack under an innocent game of strip poker. Suddenly cold steel licked up the inside of Rachel's left thigh. His right hand had pressed the button for the blade to surge forward, the crafted edge slowly making its way along her flesh. He was pressing hard enough to slice through a few lays of skin; not enough to bleed, but hard enough to leave nasty red welts. Its touch was slow and designed, creating patterns as he inched upward with it.

Feeling a sensation of panic welling deep within her, Rachel panted as she gazed down at the Joker through her bangs, her teeth gritting as she continued to hold onto his vest. It also suddenly occurred to her that she was straddling a half-naked man, her cheeks growing hot as she felt the blade travel along her bare thigh in what felt like a caress.

"Y-you said I could do anything I wanted" she hissed, lips trembling. "I want to hit you...a deal's a deal."

The Joker laughed hard enough to choke and began to cough. A trickle of blood began to ooze from the corner of his lips. Gurgling on the blood, he swallowed and continued to laugh maniacally. His free left hand appeared before her, the leather poking her nose, but then it began to slither down her lips, chin, and slowly down her neck. Soon his finger traveled in the pit between her curving collarbone and continued further. "I am a man of my word, but our agreement did not state for the loser to lie like a wounded dog...." he purred out as he bucked his hips up, forcing the knife to press further into her thigh. "You can hit me all you want, but just remember that I enjoy it..." And the heat in his loins was a testament to that.

Gasping sharply, Rachel bit back a small moan when she felt the Joker and his blade grind into her flesh, her eyes narrowing in defiance as she tried her best to show that she was not being affected by his advances. "Don't touch me" she snarled, yet she did nothing to stop his traveling hand as she felt his gloved fingers caress a pale breast. Shivering, Rachel bit at his invasive appendage when he reached back up toward her face, her hands now seizing him by either wrist as she slammed his arms on either side of his head and leaned forward so that their noses were nearly touching. "Don't. Mess. With. Me" she hissed, her eyes like fiery embers as she tried to ignore the bulge nestled longingly in between her thighs.

His hands were now being held captive over his head, he was being threatened, and yet the man just continued to giggle underneath her. "Deary, deary, that is a hard thing to dooo considering our... pre-dic-a-ment..." He purred to her as she was still close to his own face. A sinister smile creeping upon the Joker’s face, he held the knife tightly as his feet repositioned themselves so that he held a grip. "By not touching you... I would need to dodge your punches...and I don't-uh think you would like that....now would you..?"

Furious by the Joker's insinuation, Rachel gave him yet another teeth-rattling shake before hollering, "The thought of even letting you touch me make me want to vomit, so I'd suggest you get that childish grin off your face before I wipe it off for you!" Trying to calm her nerves, she added, "And no, you're right...I wouldn't want you to move." Smacking him clear across the face, she watched with a sense of satisfaction when his head swiveled roughly to the side.

She hated him... No, she loathed him at that moment.

Chuckling, the Joker couldn't help but spring his head back to look at her. "Come on baby, hit me one more time." He snickered, then did something to really rile her up. Both of his hands slithered out of her grip as the knife was put back into his vest, and then Rachel found her back to the table. Slamming her wrists down to the table, he cracked his neck to the right then the left with a groan. His neck had taken a nasty barrage from her punches, and with every crack, a groan was admitted. "But I hafta move...Otherwise, I'd be deeead-uh."

Crying out, Rachel began to furiously struggle amidst his tight grip, but to her horror, she realized that this only succeeded in brushing against certain body parts that she did not wish to touch. Panting shallowly, Rachel glared up into his dark eyes before bucking her hips with the hopes of struggling out from beneath him, an ireful whine escaping her lips when his grip only tightened about her wrists. "Let me go!" she hollered.

Tilting his head, the Prince released her wrists with a click of his tongue, then his hands were placed behind his back as that same appendage appeared and ran along the lengths of his lips. "Anything-uh, else?" He snickered coolly as his beady eyes closed, letting his greasy green hair fall around his shadowed face.

Genuinely surprised by the Joker's acquiescence, Rachel slowly sat up and shivered as she kept her gaze firmly in her lap, her embarrassment over her near nudity causing her to cross her arms across her chest. She was fully aware that their encounter had caused the blood to rush through her body, and that in turn had made her breasts stiffen and strain against her bra. Swallowing, she decided to push her luck as she choked out, "Y-yes, I...I'd like to leave now, please."

'Please let me go' she inwardly begged, 'oh, please let me go...'

The rustle of clothing became evident as well as the clank of chain being pulled from the floor. If and when Rachel looked up, a large amount of clothing was thrown in her face. The Joker himself has just finished putting his pants back on. The vest had been removed to reveal a man who was toned and covered in various burns, bruises, cuts, and scars. The button up long-sleeved shirt soon swallowed his body as he began to button it up. Next the vest was placed back on as he then fastened it. "Does it look like I'm stoppin' ya, b-eau-ti-ful?" He chimed out with an odd tone of disappointment.

Swallowing, Rachel gazed upon him with a sudden curiosity, but she immediately forced her eyes to repel from his marred flesh. What had been the cause of all those injuries, and why did the Joker seem so intent upon acquiring them? Slowly rising to her feet, Rachel gaped at him before asking, "Y-you mean...you're really going to let me go? I mean, I thought that you...th-that we were going to..."

Blushing, Rachel immediately turned her back to him and held onto the edge of the table, her teeth gritting in frustration when she ignored the odd sensation in her gut.

The Joker cocked an eyebrow as he licked his lips. "We were going to what-uh?" He chuckled, genuinely curious as to what she thought they were going to do. A devilish smile began to creep upon his scarred face as the vest was left open to hang upon his body.

Rachel scowled. "You know perfectly well what I mean...after all, why would you invite me out here to play some stupid game if you didn't have an ulterior motive?" To Rachel's surprise, she couldn't help but feel a tad insulted that he hadn't wanted her enough to try anything.

Letting his eyebrow drop when he now knew where she was coming from, a small chuckle erupted from his lips as his hands were pushed into his pants’ pockets. "Well deaaary, a game is a game... And there are rules, and I am a man of my word... Or did you forget already?" He smirked, then turned to look out the window, noticing that the sun would be rising any moment.

Rachel blinked. "Somehow I wasn't expecting you to be a man of your word...you're definitely a different type of criminal." Reaching for her blouse, the attorney slowly slipped it on before fastening it closed, her lips twisting into an odd pout as she mumbled, "Thank you... For not mistreating me." Smirking, she added, "Oh, and the beating was fun, too. I happened to really enjoy that."

A cackle escaped the Joker as she thanked him. "We were just playing a game, my dear, nothing more, nothing less... Now I suggest that you leave before the runs expire... After all, the agreement was for the rest of the night. As soon as that sun comes up, I won't be so kind and oblige to your wishes." He clicked his tongue as he arched a brow at her, with his right hand slithering out of his pocket and motioning towards the window.

A look of panic flickered across Rachel's features as he said this, her hand subconsciously straying toward her throat as she squeaked, "Y-you mean you're going to kill me?" Feeling rather small, she shakily reached for her pants as she staggered back towards the table. The feeling of camaraderie she had briefly had with the Joker was now officially gone.

The Joker covered the right side of his face with his hand as his fingertips rubbed his flesh. A legitimate sigh escaped his lips as his left hand popped up and he rubbed his face rather vigorously. Then growling through his hands with an animalistic hunger, he snapped, "Are you this flustered that you can't think properly?" Suddenly he dropped his hands, his face smothered and smeared from his touch. With a loud growl, he yelled at her, "GET OUT!" The knife was drawn and slammed into the table, the blade now completely disappeared into the wood.

With a jolt, Rachel shakily pushed past the Joker and burst through the warehouse door, her heart hammering in her chest as she realized that amidst her terror, she hadn't even bothered to put her pants back on. Leaning against the door with a groan, Rachel closed her eyes and placed a hand to her forehead. Completely unbeknownst to her, she would have disturbingly erotic fantasies about the Joker and his knife for weeks to come, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she swallowed her pride and began walking down the alley.

The crown prince let his legs buckle out as he was now sitting upon the concrete of the warehouse. Tilting his head back, he looked up at the one light with a small chuckle. "What a foolish woman.... She was given all that power and only chose to punch me a few times..." He began to cackle like a madman once more as he rolled his head forward to look at the door that was slowly closing shut. "I figured-uh that a smart woman like her would have asked me to take my make-up off...." Chuckling as he cracked his neck, the Joker added, "And even when we agreed upon the rules... That they could make the other do as they wished, she still did not get it..." Sighing he cocked his head and looked at the scattered cards all over the floor and table, then his eyes fluttered to the knife. Turning, he looked to see the sun rising. "Well, I am a man of my word...Times up!" He leaped up, ripping the knife from the table and began to pursue Rachel. "OH, MISS DAWESS!!!" he snarled with a wicked laughter, a malicious grin plastered upon his face as he went tearing out into the alley.

A/N - Apparently you need to beg for a continuation of this, cuz DCCOURTJESTER is a sadist like that. XD