Time to be Serious

Author's Notes: WARNING! Extremely graphic (or semi graphic depending on how resilient you are) content ahead. Be warned.











After a few bags of chips she managed to convince herself to stop eating. The doctor had said it was bad for her to eat so much, but she had known that before. It was just so hard to stop after she had gone eating nothing but plaster for so long. Still, if she wanted to live she knew what she had to do. One by one she began popping open the different chip bags, and pouring them into one of the larger ones. Thank goodness chip companies never actually fill up the bags or she wouldn't be able to do this. Grabbing a piece of her shredded former clothes she tied off the top and stuffed the bag into the wall, with her food bars. She tossed the now empty chip bags onto the floor, and crossed her fingers hoping the Joker didn't count how many he had given her, and would just assume she ate them all.



In the bag he left her she found a few other products of interest. A coke for one thing, which she could hardly wait to open, and a few necessities like a brush, an electric razor, chosen she guessed because she couldn't hurt herself or him with it, toothpaste and a toothbrush. The last surprised her most, mainly because it looked like he had never brushed his teeth in his life. She grabbed the bag and after a firm tug against her restraints she loosened the chains enough to make it to the bath room. She turned on the water giving it a moment to heat up and thoroughly checking the room to make sure she wasn't going to be attacked the second her clothes hit the floor. After she was sure he wasn't coming she stripped down and jumped into the shower. It was all she could do to keep from moaning as the warm water washed over her. Why she hadn't down this before she wasn't sure, after all she had used the shower to keep her from dehydrating. Arien didn't dwell on that long though, as she made use of her new found gifts. She made her shower quick drying off with the costume she was formerly wearing and slipping back into her scrubs. Her feet slid across the smooth surface of the worn down mattress, her feet searching for the familiar path they had taken since she had been here. Carefully, she slide her chains back behind the headboard, but not before checking each of the links individually for any flaws or weaknesses. It was unlikely she'd find any given her search the day before never turned anything up, but she kept her hopes up this way. Laying back against the mattress she tinkered with the locks around her wrist attempting to loosen them, but didn't continue for long. Her day although not as bad as some of the others had been fairly tiring but it wasn't long till she fell asleep….



Her body jerked slightly, her eyes sliding open at the light sound of the door creaking open. Great, she thought her head craning lightly towards the door, he's here. Her eyes adjusted in the darkness peering towards the slightly cracked door, but to her surprise the room stood empty.



"Oh my Go--" Arien clutched at her chest in a sad attempt to calm her now racing heart, as she slid to the other side of the mattress. Her mouth remained hanging open as she stared at the stilled figure in front of her. A woman! She was lanky, but not malnourished, who ever had been taking care of her had made sure she didn't starve. Her complexion gave the impression that she once had been caramel toned, but from the look in her brown eyes she wasn't she the woman even remembered the sun. Her hair traveled down her back in tangled up brunette curls. Arien's eyes made their observations fast taking note of her cracked lips, bruised shoulders and bloodied knees.



"Who are you?" Arien glanced back at the door not sure if some one would be racing in after her. "Are you alright? Do you need help? Do you know how to get ou--"



"I know what you're doing." Her voice was cracked and dead. She obviously had not used it for casual conversation any time recently.



"What?" Arien stared at the woman as she twisted her arm lightly the gleam of a aluminum baseball bat catching Arien's eye.



"I know." The woman advanced but only a step her voice rising a little." You're trying to tempt him, taking him away from me."



"Okay seriously, what?"



"He loves me you know."



"How did you get here?" Arien's slid further back slowly edging her feet on the floor.



"He chose me!" The woman raced around the bed to where Arien now stood. "He choose me, and he loves me!"



"Are you talking about the Joker?!" Arien couldn't believe her ears.



"Like you don't know. You're trying to take him. I know you are, but I'm the only one who pleases him. I'm the only one he confides in! You're garbage. You're a slut!" The woman pointed the shaky bat at her. " You can't take him. I love him, and he loves me. We are going to leave together, leave this city and everything behind us! He's going to change he's going to be a good fath----"



"Ah-Connie."



The woman froze in place like a child caught in the cookie jar. I jumped as the sound of the bat hitting the floor echoed around the room. Slowly, she turned around examining the menacing look of her 'beloved'.



"Connieeeee." His fingers wrapped around her throat. Her lips began to move rapidly moving silent apologies. "Connie, Connie CONNIE!" His fingers tightened around her throat as she began lightly clasping at his hands, she'd been there long enough to know not to fight back. After a few more rough squeezes the Joker's hands parted letting Connie topple to the floor. The Joker stood above her tapping her lightly with his shoe as she regained her breath.



"Connie-ah, you know how i hate it when you do things I told you not to." His voice got low at the end.



"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Connie's voice was low and pleading as she kept her eyes focused on the floor as her fingers clasped at the hem of his pants. Arien stood baffled at the woman who was so determined to kill her, now begging on the floor at the feet of the man that supposedly "loved her".



"Ah-Prove iiitah." It must have been something programed into her, something she had done before, because without any further instruction she sat up on her knees and began unzipping his pants. One of the Joker's hands came up to pat Connie on the head, while the other, Arien noted, pulled out a small switch blade and began tapping it against his side. It was all Arien could do to turn and bury her face into the side of the mattress, as Connie released his member and without waiting for any kind of swelling placed the limp member into her mouth. Arien squeezed her eyes shut not daring to look, as she wrapped her fingers around earlobes to try and drowned out the wet sucking sound. Despite her best efforts she could do nothing to stop the orchestra of sounds emitting from where they stood, her sucking and quiet sounds of protest as Arien was sure he was forcing himself harder into her mouth, the sound of his belt clinking with each thrust or his casual groans, or the light padding of the blade against his pants. Arien could feel the bile rising up in her mouth as she waited for them to stop, and as the Jokers groans got louder she was sure it would be over soon. Then sound came to a sudden halt.



Arien slowly turned her head hoping to see that the Joker was satisfied and leaving, but she looked too soon. Her eyes could barely process what she was witnessing as the Joker zipped up his pants and then savagely began stabbing her with the knife in the lower abdomen. She began screaming and crawling, but he kept pulling her back making deeper and deeper incisions, the blood beginning to splatter against his pants and the floor. Arien stood up staring at the scene her lips mouthing 'stop' in some kind of sad mantra, as Connie began stilling. There was a reason he was cutting her there, and she knew it. Connie was pregnant, that was why she had been so angry, that is why she had hoped for better, that is why she---. Arien remembered. The baseball bat! Swiftly, Arien reached down retrieving the bat from the floor bringing it up and ready to strike, but the Joker had already foreseen this, as he had left the now lifeless Connie, and had already began his assault on Arien. Grabbing her hands he retched the bat out of her hands and tossed her on the bed. He bent down pulling his blade of Connie's now mutilated head and brought it up in front of Arien.



"That," he pointed back at Connie's body, his voice so low she could barely hear him." is what happens when you disobey. I've put up with your lip out of simple amusement, but the funs over you'll do what I say or you'll look like that." He grabbed Arien's head and pulled her to the end of the bed forcing her to get a better look at her assailant's body. Tears began rushing down her face as she took in all he had done to her, her bleeding open abdomen, her slashed breasts, but worst of all her carved face where she could see a white foamy substance seeping from the tears around her mouth. Roughly he turned her over on the sheets jerking her pants down around her knees, and slipping in-between her legs. She couldn't even think about resisting as she heard the quick shift of a zipper and felt him pushing into her. She kept her head buried as he continued to roughly thrust into her, it wasn't long though before she felt his muscles stiffen and he slowed taking his time as he emptied himself inside of her.



Arien pulled herself free from the Joker's hands rushing off the bed and towards the bath room, but not fast enough as she tripped over her fallen scrubs. Her knees hit the floor with a loud thud, as vomit began spewing from her throat, and the same white liquid she saw seeping out of Connie came pouring down from between her thighs. Arien knelled there shaking and crying until she was sure there was nothing left in her to empty out.



"Aw now there's more to clean up." Arien's eyes followed the Joker's form as he circled her for a moment. Arien balled her fist tightly pulling them towards her chest. The Joker began laughing a laughter she wished she could stab out of him. After a while though the laughing slowly subsided and he walked towards the door whistling as he went.



"I'll send someone to clean this up." He waved as he walked out closing the door behind him. Arien had seen a crazed woman try to hurt her, get killed and then she herself had been raped. Still, she was thankful for one thing, that through all of that the Joker always wore his jacket. If the Joker had known anything about her it was that she and her siblings loved to play games, the favorite of them was between her and her brother. They called it Master Thief and Detective.



Her fingers unwound themselves, her thumb and finger pressed together revealing a small silver circle, dangling off of it two shiny keys.







Author's Notes:



Please forgive any typos, I wrote this in kind of a hurry, I was trying to type it all out before I forgot what I had planned. It's kinda gruesome, or at least it is to me. This was my first attempt at gore, and I gotta tell you it's not as easy as I thought it would be. Review and let me know what you think. Thanks to all those who have continued to read! You keep the story alive.