The Joker's New Pet

First, Siklyselkie, yes I used to write Lord of the Rings fanfiction of this nature a long time ago. Thanks for remembering me! ;). MAdamAunt thank you so much for your kind review! I'm really flattered and yes you're right. I write what I want and I don't really care what people think. I like my Joker perverted, weird and creepy. The creepier the better *grin* I don't really care if some people might be disturbed by his ceepiness. I actually think my Joker is a lot nicer than a lot of the stories I read though!

So I was bored again and found time to write a little more. More weirdness again. Thanks again to all those who reviewed! Enjoy

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“Come on sleeping beauty, up, up,” Stacy’s pleasant dream of being home for Thanksgiving dinner was abruptly interrupted by the Joker’s excited voice. She groaned as the curtains were pulled back and sunlight shot into her eyes. He yanked the blankets off of her and she curled into the fetal position as she felt a cool chill flow over her naked body. The Joker bounced happily on the bed and crawled over her. He turned her over to where she was laying on her back and pinched her cheek. “Rise and shine Snow White,” He giggled and pecked her on the lips.

Stacey groaned some more and rubbed her eyes. “Not much of a morning person are you?” The Joker laughed. “Ya know, for a girl whose been kidnapped by the infamous clown prince of crime, you sure don’t have much trouble sleeping. Though I suppose I did wear you out quite a bit last night,” He grinned and bounced on the bed again causing Stacey to bounce with it and moan. He yanked her into an upright position. “Time to get up. I’ve let you sleep in long enough. We have work to do today.”

“Work?” Stacey looked at him puzzled. “We?”

“Time for a shower,” Said the Joker, ignoring her question. He was already dressed and of course, had a full face of makeup on. Though this time he was wearing a normal looking gray suit and not the usual elaborate purple that Stacey was used to see him in. “I would have joined you but I had important business to take care of this morning, and you looked so darned adorable laying there, whimpering in your sleep, that I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” He snickered and yanked her out of bed. He shoved her into the bathroom and then picked her up and placed her in the shower.

Stacey’s eyes widened and she inhaled deeply as he turned the water on and it came pouring over her head. The shock from the cold water nearly made her scream. The Joker laughed at her expression. “Too chilly princess?” he teased. He added warm water to it, to Stacy’s relief. He hurriedly grabbed a scrub brush and began scrubbing her back with it vigorously. Stacey didn’t bother to tell him that she could wash herself. She knew by now that there was no point in arguing with this man.

“Gotta make this quick and then get you dressed so we can head into town,” Said the Joker. Stacey gave him another puzzled look. He ran the brush down to her bottom and then having a little fun, he flipped it over and ran the smooth side of the brush over her cheeks. He tapped her bottom with it. “Ya know. This could be a good discipline item to use on my little girl next time she’s naughty.” He smiled devilishly. Stacey gulped and couldn’t hide her expression. She winced and gasped loudly as he tapped her bottom again, a little harder. She expected a hard whap with the large wooden brush and the Joker noticed her flinching reaction.

“Oooh, this scares my little girl doesn’t it?” The Joker licked his lips. “Is the little bunny frightened of the big scary wooden brush? Yes. Yes I think I will use this next time,” He grinned.

“Dammit” Stacey cursed within herself.

She squeaked as he scrubbed her womanhood with his hand, and hurriedly washed down her entire body. When he was finished, he yanked her out of the shower and quickly patted her dry. He ruffled her hair with the towel and then dropped it to the floor. He glared down at her and then growled and pulled her into a tight embrace, nearly crushing her ribs.

He ran his hands up and down her small naked frame. “God damn it. I want to take you again, right now,” he hissed gruffly in her ear. “You’re so…ire-sis-ta-ble. Such a distraction.” He slapped her bottom. “But a good distraction.” Her face was buried into his shirt and she felt a lump from underneath his pants and press into her belly. With his strong arms wrapped around her little body she felt tiny and helpless. He groped her anywhere he pleased and Stacey felt much more like a squeeze toy than a human being. “But I have a job to do, and my idiots are waiting.”

He eased up on his embrace and pulled her out of the bathroom. He dragged her over to her vanity and then immediately pulled out a blow dryer and began ruffling and blow drying her hair. “Were you a hairdresser before you were a magician?” Stacey asked, throwing a little humor into her somewhat bleak situation.

The Joker paused, and looked at her in the mirror, not expecting that. He giggled and patted her cheek. “Cute. I might have been. Who knows. I prefer my past to be multiple choice. But if you’re good I just might share my hair and makeup tips with you.” he laughed. He picked up a brush in his other hand and began brushing her hair with it as he continued to blow dry her golden locks. A thought entered his head and he turned the blow dryer off.

“Ya know,” he said as he set the blow dryer down. He bent down and then tilted her chin so that her eyes met his. “I’d like it better if you talked to me in a cutsie voice. Your tone always sounds so serious. Why so serious baby doll? Is that how a little girl would talk to her daddy, hmm?”

Stacey sighed in her head. She could see where this was going.

“Well?” Said the Joker, grinning and pinching her cheeks. “How does a little girl talk to her daddy, hmm?”

“Well it depends on the girl. I have encountered some pretty foul mouthed little girls,” Said Stacey, trying to hold back her grimace.

The Joker shook his head. “Oh no, no, no. That’s not the answer I’m looking for.” He tugged on her hair and she winced. “There are a lot of ungrateful bratty little girls out there. But you were never one of them were you? You’re a good little princess. And how does a good little princess address her daddy hmm?” Stacey could feel her heart beating rapidly. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Let’s say she wanted to ask her daddy if she could go outside and play. How would she ask him?”

“Um.” Stacey started, her mind temporarily going blank. The Joker tugged on her hair harder. “Ow, ow! She would say um, p..please daddy can I go outside and play?” She stuttered.

“That’s better,” The Joker grinned. “Though still not cutsie enough. Now ask me that nicely in a pouty little girl voice. And I want it to sound genuine.” He snickered. When she didn’t answer right away, he tugged on her hair again. “Come on princess, ask daddy if it’s ok to go outside and play.” He licked his lips.

“Pwease daddy, can I go outside and play?” Stacey spoke in a little girl voice, still wincing as he had a hold of her hair.

The Joker smiled and released her strands then patted her cheek. “Of course you can sweetheart. Since you asked daddy so nicely, he’s going to take you outside to play with him today, how does that sound?”

Stacey looked at him puzzled. “Yay?”

The Joker snickered. “I knew you’d be pleased. Now let’s get you dressed properly.”

Rummaging through the various clothing he had selected for her, he made her put on black boots, a black skirt, fishnet stockings, and a gothic black halter top to match. He also tied her hair into a bun and placed a frizzled black wig atop her head. After she was fully dressed in her gothic attire, he grabbed her face and smeared black lipstick over her lips. “I prefer luscious red, but this is necessary for your disguise. We don’t want to make your identity too obvious.” He snickered. “Now my little goth. Don’t you look so dark and scary?”

When he was done making her over, she looked down at her getup and sneered. The Joker chuckled. “I know doll. Surprisingly it’s not usually my taste for a woman either. But now you look like the perfect little gothic emo chick. The perfect little rebel, just dying to go over my knee.” He licked his lips and chuckled. He then clasped his collar around her neck along with the leash. “Hmm this doesn’t look so out of place with your outfit now.” He cackled. Stacey grunted and nearly tripped and fell as he yanked on her leash and pulled her out of the room.

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Outside of the mansion, The Joker held Stacey tightly by his side, as he addressed a group of his men standing around with guns and holding clown masks. All of the men were clad in the same gray suite that the Joker was wearing. In the large driveway leading up to the mansion, a line of five Ice Cream trucks were parked. “Grumpy and Dopey already left with their groups correct?” The Joker asked. Two ice cream trucks had already left, making it a total of seven. The Joker referred to the leaders of each group by a code name.

“Yes boss,” the group of men mumbled.

“Excellent.” Said the Joker. “Sneezy, Bashful, Sleepy, Doc. You all know what to do.” The men nodded and four groups of men piled into four of the ice cream trucks, all wearing clown masks except for the drivers. They cocked their guns excitedly and Stacey could see that many of them were anxious to get to work. She didn’t like where this was going.

The Joker pulled Stacey with him and slid open the back of the final vehicle. Stacey wasn’t surprised to find that there was no ice cream in the back of the supposed ice cream truck, but instead there were cushy seats, enough to seat at least twelve people. An older fellow, wearing a cowboy hat, climbed into the driver’s seat and the rest of the men piled into the back. The Joker climbed in last and pulled Stacey in with him, then slammed the sliding door shut. “Let’s move.” He ordered, and the driver started the vehicle. The Joker forced Stacey to sit on his lap.

“Let me guess. You’re Happy.” Stacey muttered to the Joker.

He grinned at her. “That’s right baby doll. And you’re Snow White. I’m Happy because I always have a smile on my face. And as my men know, it’s better to see me happy rather than grumpy. And I’m sure you know that by now too dontchya?” He snickered and tweaked her nose. Stacey shuddered on the inside. She knew all too well by now. She turned and faced ahead and watched the road ahead of them through the front windshield. The road was long and winding and they still hadn’t reached the end of the property. Trees hovered over the road and she watched the back of the vehicle ahead of them.

But Stacey’s view fell suddenly black as the Joker tied a blindfold around her eyes from behind. “Sorry Princess. It’s best that you don’t know exactly where my hideout is, juuust to be safe.” He said in a sing-song voice.

She felt the road continue to wind and swerve as she heard the men in the vehicle chattering amongst themselves excitedly, some cocking their guns here and there. About a half an hour into the drive, the driver of the vehicle turned on the music box like melody that one was used to hearing out of an ice cream truck. The tune was ‘Pop goes the weasel.’

Stacey reckoned that it was about forty five minutes to an hour before they reached town. She assumed this when the sounds of traffic and honking reached her ears from outside of the vehicle. The noise of a bustling city like Gotham could not be easily concealed. The Joker finally removed Stacey’s blindfold when they had reached the heart of Gotham. Stacey could feel excitement stirring in her stomach at the familiar sights of her city. She was so close to home now and yet so far away.

The Joker stroked her hair as he still held her tightly in his lap. “We’re going to do a little…shop-ing today. How does that sound princess?” He cooed in her ear.

“Depends on what we’re shopping for,” Said Stacey in a worried voice.

The Joker scoffed. “Does it matter? And remember what I told you about how you should address me? There’s that serious voice again,” She yelped as he pinched her bottom. “Little girls are always thrilled to go shopping for new pret-ty clothes and toys. Aren’t they?” He growled and pinched her harder causing her to scrunch her face in pain.

“Ow, yeesss daddy,” Stacey whimpered trying her best to use her little girlish voice.

The Joker smiled to himself and rubbed her leg then kissed her on the cheek. “That’s better. I want a happy bouncy bubbly little girl. No more of this serious ‘trying to be tough’ cops daughter rubbish. And stop worrying about my work. It’s my business and you don’t need to know or worry about what daddy does. I just decided to take you out on a little romp today. And I want a happy, giggling naïve little girl.” He grabbed her face roughly and turned her head so that she was looking at him. “Got it?” He glared at her sternly.

Stacey nodded weakly. “Yes daddy.”

“Good,” said the Joker curtly and patted her cheek. “And don’t make those faces when you say that. No more scrunching your nose and grimacing at me when you say ‘yes daddy.’ That reluctant untamable little wild cat shtick was fun in the beginning, but its getting old. I want a happily submissive bubbly little girl. You can be a little bratty…in fact I prefer it at times.” He licked his lips. “But I want a happy obedient bubbly brat. Now let’s see a smile on that face.” Stacey forced a smile at him. “Good girl.” He roughly kissed her forehead.

The rest of the men in the vehicle were silent, minding their own business as their boss spoke to his pet. Most of them looked away, pretending not to hear their conversation.

The Joker scratched his chin. Another thought bubble had entered his head. “Ya know. I could really use a little sugar. I always like to be energized before a big job.” He leaned forward and addressed the driver. “Bob. Pull over at the next Seven Eleven.”

The rest of the men turned and looked at their boss, surprised. The driver turned his head and glanced at the Joker. “Really Boss? Uh…you sure?”

“Did I stutter or did your ears flap?” snapped the Joker. “Do it. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine. Little Stacey here is just going to run in and get her daddy a Milky Way. Aren’t you honey?”

“Erm..” Stacey started to speak but the Joker cut her off.

“Good girl.” Said the Joker and reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pair of sunglasses and slipped them on Stacey’s face. “Not without these though. We don’t want anyone to see those trademark Stacey Gordon blue eyes now do we? Not after they flashed your pretty face all over the news. Nooo.”

The Joker pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it in Stacey’s cleavage with a chuckle. It was a wad of hundreds. The Joker didn’t seem to care much about money. Then he pushed her to move up front and she crawled into the front seat next to the driver. The Joker grabbed her arm from behind and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Now remember. You run in, get the goodies, and then run right back out. This will be another test in your obedience baby doll. Oh, and feel free to get yourself something too.”

The Joker turned back and looked at his men. “You guys want anything?”

All the men shook their head no, except the fattest one in the back. He took up most of the back seat. “Actually yeah.”

“Of course you do Tiny.” Said the Joker, rolling his eyes.

“Can you have her get me a jumbo bag of M&M’s?” Asked the fat man.

“Okay Tiny, but you have to share with everyone else.” Said the Joker, in a mocking tone of voice. He turned back to Stacey. “Ok. Remember. In and out and fast. Oh and if anyone asks you, your name isn’t Stacey Gordon it’s…ooooh let’s say Emma. Emma Napair. Got it?”

Stacey frantically shook her head ‘yes’. When they pulled up in the driveway of Seven Eleven, she nervously hopped out of the truck and made her way inside. Even the opening of the automatic doors startled her and made her jump. There was only one customer in the store, and he had his nose engulfed in an adult magazine. Stacey nervously made her way around him, walking slowly. She could feel the Joker’s eyes on her, even from outside and in the back of the mob van turned ice cream truck in disguise.

The customer put the magazine down on the counter and bought it along with a hot dog. After paying the cashier, he went back to reading his magazine and then munching on his hot dog, he left the store. Stacey now felt alone, her heart beating rapidly within her chest. It was only herself and the cashier in the store now. Outside, cars were speeding passed the Seven Eleven, unaware that the Joker was right in the parking lot, crammed in the back of an ice cream truck with eight armed henchmen. Her mind raced. She had watched many self defense videos on what do to in a kidnapping situation, but now that it was actually happening to her, she was clueless.

She apprehensively searched the candy Isle for a Milky Way bar and a jumbo bag of M&Ms. Then she grabbed a small bottle of diet cola that the Joker also told her to grab. When she shakily made her way over to the cashier, her hands were shaking so badly that she dropped the items on the floor. She laughed nervously at the cashier, who gave her a funny look. “Oh silly me,” She giggled in a shaky voice. “Clumsiness runs in the family I guess.” She bent down and gathered the items then placed them on the counter.

The cashier, an older Persian man, rang up the items. “Ok miss, five fifty please.” He said with a middle eastern accent. Stacey glanced outside, not paying attention to the cashier. “Miss? Five fifty please.”

Stacey snapped her head back to him. “Oh!” She felt around her clothing and then remembered that the Joker had shoved the money into her cleavage. Another nervous giggle escaped her lips as she reached into her cleavage and pulled out the wad of hundreds. She handed a hundred to the cashier, but not before dropping a chunk of it on the floor. She kneeled down and picked it up. “See? Clumsy.” Her voice shook.

The cashier gave her another suspicious look. “I’m sorry miss. I don’t think I have change for a hundred.” He said.

“Oh well,” Stacey stuttered. “Well, I…I.”

“Miss are you okay?” Asked the cashier. “Why do you keep glancing outside like that?” He turned to look and spotted the ice cream truck in the parking lot.

“No, no I’m fine,” Stacey said with a nervous smile. “Just that…you know….if you don’t let me buy these items it could be dangerous.” She let slip. She kept her smile, knowing that she was being watched. Now she had to make it look like they were having a normal conversation. “Please I need to buy these items and get out right now.” She said, still with a smile.

“Miss, are you in trouble? Whose in that vehicle outside?” The Cashier asked, now extremely suspicious. “Do I need to call the police?”

“Listen to me carefully,” Stacey mumbled through a gritted toothed smile. “We’re being watched right now, and if we don’t complete this sale right now, both you and I are going to be in a heap of trouble.” She let slip. Inside she was panicking. She felt she was a horrible actress. No wonder she never took drama class.

“Miss. I’ll call the police right now if you need me to,” Said the cashier.

“No!” Said Stacey. He’ll….” She stopped as she heard the automatic doors open. She didn’t dare turn her head to look and see who entered. She felt his tall presence standing inches behind her now, and nearly squeaked as his long arm slipped beside her and grabbed a pack of gum off of the counter shelf. Then he slapped it on the counter in front of the cashier.

“Man, oh man I really could use a cigar-ette-uh. Entertaining kids all day is more stressful than being in the E.R. But I’m trying to quite. Ya wanna know what the little brats did to me today? Ah such is the life of a party clown,” Stacey heard the all too familiar dark foreboding voice. She turned and glanced at him and he was now bearing a clown mask upon his face.

The cashier raised an eyebrow. “Ah I see, tough break.” Still looking at the man in the clown mask, he casually inched his hand towards his gun that was underneath his counter. But not before the Joker could whip out his. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out a pistol and shot the liquor bottles behind the cashier. The bullet flew inches by his head, making the man cry out and jump back. Stacey screamed.

“Atatata,” Said the Joker. “I saw what you were doing. I’m not you’re run of the mill dumbass convenient store robber. I know Seven Eleven cashiers always have weapons stashed behind the counter.” He clicked his tongue. “Don’t even think about it. Hand it over.”

“Please, w..what do you want?!” Cried the cashier, holding his arms up in the air.

“Right now, the gun, knife or any other form of weapon you have. I said hand it over.” Hissed the Joker.

“Okay, Okay,” the cashier shook nervously, and bent over.

“Slooowly,” Said the Joker. The cashier did what he was told, and then taking out the small pistol he placed it on the counter before the Joker. He grabbed it and shoved it into one of his jacket’s pockets. “Now then,” Said the Joker. Still holding a gun in one hand, he grabbed the nape of Stacey’s neck with the other. “Emma, Emma,” He said mockingly. “You naughty, naughty little girl. And I thought you would have learned by now. You failed. You’re in big trouble missy. Looks like we need to have an extension of obedience school.” He hissed, shaking her from behind. Stacey gulped.

“And now..” The Joker continued and looked at the cashier’s name tag. “A- Bed. What are we going to do with you, hmm?”

“It’s pronounced Abed sir,” The cashier said shakily.

“Shutup A Bed!” Snapped the Joker. “I wouldn’t be talking back if I were you. Now, I can’t have any squealers now can I?” He clicked the safety switch off on his gun.

“P..please sir,” The cashier began to tear up. “I have a family…”

“And you’re supporting them by working here? Well perhaps I’d be doing them a favor then. They’d be collecting your insurance money.” The Joker snickered.

Stacey panicked. And then her instincts kicked in. She turned around and latched onto the Joker, hugging him hard and burying her face into his chest. She began crying hysterically. “Please daddy. Don’t hurt him! I’m sorry I wasn’t faster. But he said he didn’t have change for a hundred. Please, please I’ll be a good little girl. Your good little girl,” Stacey whined in a little girlish voice. She began to grind into him, latching onto him hard. “Please. I want to be your good girl. I wanna please daddy. Make daddy happy, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” Her tears stained his shirt.

She felt the Joker stroking her head. “Sh, sh, sh,” He quieted her. “That’s what I like to hear. The genuine apologetic whimpering of a nice o-bedi-ent little girl.” He looked back at the cashier. “Now then A Bed. Lets have a look see at your cash register if you don’t mind-uh.” He said, pointing to the cash register with his gun. “Open it up.”

The cashier anxiously did as he would told. “Okay, okay,” he stuttered. He pulled out the money tray and placed it on the desk.

The Joker let go of Stacey with his other hand, and started taking out the twenties and counting them on the table. “Let’s see, twenty, forty, sixty. That’s all the change ya got? I’ll be taking these thank you. I needed some twenties. All I have are hundreds.” He chuckled and stuffed the twenties in his pocket. He grabbed the candy and soda and stuffed them in Stacey’s arms making her hold them.

Then he tossed a hundred dollar bill at the cashier’s face. “Here. Keep the rest,” he pulled out another wad of hundreds, and tossed it at the man. He flinched nervously as the money hit his face. “And while you’re at it, get your wife something nice.” The Joker lifted his mask up over his head and the cashier’s eyes bulged when he saw who was behind the mask. The Joker leaned over the counter and grabbed him roughly by the collar of his shirt. He squeaked as the Joker’s face was now inches from his own.

“But I don’t like squealers. And I hope you’re not one. Are you a squealer A bed?” The Joker hissed in his face, so close the man could feel his hot breath.

He shook his head hysterically. “No, no. Not a squealer.” He garbled. Stacey watched in horror. She felt she would faint.

The Joker pushed him away from his face. “Good,” he said tersely. “But just to make sure you don’t squeal,” He stuffed his gun in his pocket and pulled out a knife. He grabbed the man’s wrist and slammed his hand palm up on the counter. Then taking his favorite knife, he sliced open the man’s palm. The main cried out in pain as blood spewed out over the counter. “Oh don’t be such a baby,” The Joker said in disgust. “It’s just a flesh wound.”

He threw another hundred at his face. “Here. Go get it stitched up. It might not even scar if you hurry. It’s just a little reminder that you better not squeal. Tell them you sliced it open with a potato peeler.” He stuffed his knife back into his pocket and pulled his gun out again. “Oh and I suggest you destroy that surveillance video. I’d do it myself but I have somewhere to be. I trust you to do it if you wanna keep your head.” He patted him on the cheek. Then he turned and grabbed Stacey’s arm, leaving the frightened cashier sputtering and holding his wounded hand on the counter.

A middle aged woman walked into the store, then spotting the Joker and the wounded cashier, she turned around in a complete circle and was about to head out, when the Joker halted her. “Atatata. Just a second sweetheart.”

She turned around swiftly. “Look I saw nothing.” She spoke, waving her hands fearfully.

The Joker leaned down, inches from her face. “Good girl. That’s right, you didn’t.” He hissed, pointing the gun right at the quivering woman. Then he threw a wad of hundreds at her face as well, making her jolt. “Here. Go buy yourself a new dress. That one isn’t flattering.” Stacey grunted as he yanked her out of the store, leaving the stunned woman standing there with her arms still up in the air. She watched them leave and then she shakily bent down to pick up the money he left her.

The Joker threw open the sliding door of the truck, and yelled at the man who was sitting in his seat. “Get in the back! I need room!” He yelled, pushing Stacey in the vehicle. The startled man quickly hopped to the seat farthest in the back and grunted as he squeezed in to sit next to Tiny. The Joker climbed in and slammed the door shut. “Drive.” He ordered the driver, and they immediately took off.

The Joker grabbed the candy and soda from Stacey and threw it back to his men. Tiny happily caught the bag of M&M’s. Stacey swallowed hard as the Joker turned and gazed at her sternly. “You.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Daddy. I’m s…” Stacey’s whimpering pleas were halted as the Joker grabbed her arm and yanked her across his lap. Her little hand latched onto his pant leg as she felt the vehicle swerve on the road while she laid across his knees. She felt him flip up her black skirt and slip his fingers into the waist band of her panties. She squirmed in his lap, knowing that the other men in the vehicle could be watching. “No, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” She pleaded.

“You’re gonna be sorry you little brat,” He said harshly and peeled down her panties. He saw the driver looking in his rear view mirror. “Eyes on the road Bob.” He snapped. The driver diverted his attention back to the road. And then Stacey felt a hard ‘smack!’ on her bottom. She cried out in pain and wriggled in his lap. “Don’t you dare ever do that again!” he said sharply.

Smack, smack, smack! Stacey wailed as he walloped her bottom for a solid minute. The men in the truck shifted in their seats uncomfortably, trying not to acknowledge that their boss was spanking his attractive little pet. When he was finished, he pulled up her panties, and roughly jerked her back up. She sniffled, rubbing her bottom. “Don’t think I’m through with you yet little girl,” He said firmly. “We’ll talk more about your obedience later.” He pulled her close to him, hugging an arm tightly around her.

They eventually arrived at the large Palisades Galleria. “Pull around the back, next to the Macy’s.” The Joker ordered. The men put on their clown masks and prepared for action. A feeling of nausea began to stir in the pit of Stacey’s stomach. The Joker patted her head. “Now baby doll, let’s do a little…shopping,” He snickered before pulling out his gun and cocking it.

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Yes the Joker has balls and doesn't really care who sees him. He feels he's always a step ahead of anyone anyway. Anyway, to be continued when I find time to write some more, mwahahaha.