Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Batman (All Movies)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
1,564
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4
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0
Currently Reading:
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I don't own Batman.... I do this because I love it, and do not make any profit from this.
Chaos
Eleanor couldn't get Jack/The Joker out of her head. When she looked at Elijah, she saw him. The boy looked like him. Dull blonde hair and brown eyes. She would never reveal his father's identity to him, certainly not until he was old enough to understand why she had kept it from him and everyone else.
She and Elijah sat together on the couch one night, eating takeaway McDonald's. The TV was on in the background, though neither of them were really paying attention to it.
"Honey, don't get ketchup all over my couch, come on now." she told him, seeing his ketchup smeared hands landing on her cushions. "I don't wanna be sending off my couch to some expensive company to be cleaned, do I? Where would we sit, huh?"
She stood up to get something from the kitchen to clean up the ketchup, when the TV took her eye. The news headlines tonight - "The dangerous criminal mastermind known as The Joker has escaped from Gotham County Maximum Security Prison."
Eleanor stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes suddenly glued to the TV. She grabbed the remote to turn it up.
"Security officials and police are baffled as to how The Joker escaped," the female reporter on the scene said, "This prison is high security and every inmate is watched around the clock. Nobody knows where the Joker is or where he could possibly be. The police say he's extremely dangerous and not to be approached by members of the public. If anyone sees this man, they are advised to contact police immediately."
Eleanor's hands flew up to her face with shock. "He got out..." she gasped. Butterflies filled her belly - a mixture of nerves, a mixture of fear, a mixture of dangerous excitement. She glanced over at her ketchup smeared son sitting on the couch shovelling fries into his mouth. What if The Joker was going to "pay them a little visit"?
"Nooooo, he wouldn't." she tried to comfort herself. "That would be way too obvious, even for him."
She walked over to the window, and pulled back the curtain to look out into the garden. Nothing there. She realised she was being neurotic, paranoid, all those other irrational things. But her possible irrationality was still enough to make her double lock all the windows and doors. The man she lusted after was unpredictable, dangerous and probably very, very armed. She couldn't take risks.
Her sleep wasn't so good that night, and she made sure Elijah even slept in her room in the bed with her, no risks. The Joker was out there somewhere, and she had a feeling that sometime, he would come to see her. She was full of lust for him, but she also still feared him. It was a potent mixture.
She and Elijah sat together on the couch one night, eating takeaway McDonald's. The TV was on in the background, though neither of them were really paying attention to it.
"Honey, don't get ketchup all over my couch, come on now." she told him, seeing his ketchup smeared hands landing on her cushions. "I don't wanna be sending off my couch to some expensive company to be cleaned, do I? Where would we sit, huh?"
She stood up to get something from the kitchen to clean up the ketchup, when the TV took her eye. The news headlines tonight - "The dangerous criminal mastermind known as The Joker has escaped from Gotham County Maximum Security Prison."
Eleanor stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes suddenly glued to the TV. She grabbed the remote to turn it up.
"Security officials and police are baffled as to how The Joker escaped," the female reporter on the scene said, "This prison is high security and every inmate is watched around the clock. Nobody knows where the Joker is or where he could possibly be. The police say he's extremely dangerous and not to be approached by members of the public. If anyone sees this man, they are advised to contact police immediately."
Eleanor's hands flew up to her face with shock. "He got out..." she gasped. Butterflies filled her belly - a mixture of nerves, a mixture of fear, a mixture of dangerous excitement. She glanced over at her ketchup smeared son sitting on the couch shovelling fries into his mouth. What if The Joker was going to "pay them a little visit"?
"Nooooo, he wouldn't." she tried to comfort herself. "That would be way too obvious, even for him."
She walked over to the window, and pulled back the curtain to look out into the garden. Nothing there. She realised she was being neurotic, paranoid, all those other irrational things. But her possible irrationality was still enough to make her double lock all the windows and doors. The man she lusted after was unpredictable, dangerous and probably very, very armed. She couldn't take risks.
Her sleep wasn't so good that night, and she made sure Elijah even slept in her room in the bed with her, no risks. The Joker was out there somewhere, and she had a feeling that sometime, he would come to see her. She was full of lust for him, but she also still feared him. It was a potent mixture.