Blood and Lust

CO-WRITTEN WITH LARISSAFAE


"Giving In"

It had now been a month since Rachel's encounter with the Joker, but it had been an incident that she very much wished to forget. She'd awoken and wrapped her arms about an empty wad of sheets, so the poor woman had desired revenge more than anything else -- a swift kick to the balls would've sufficed, but unfortunately the Joker had disappeared and stayed clear of her apartment. Smart man.

Humming to herself, Rachel checked the sauce simmering over the burner and re-adjusted her naughty get-up, a large grin suffusing her lips as she thought of how Harvey would react once he arrived for dinner. He'd once revealed (while drunk) that he had a fetish for French maids, so, considering how she and Harvey hadn't been doing so well sexually, Rachel had gone out of her way to not only buy a French maid uniform, but to wear it as if it were the most normal thing in the world. It was a tad more risqué than the typical uniform, what with the fact that the skirt ended well above the rump, but Rachel figured that Harvey wouldn't mind seeing the silken panties that currently adorned her figure.

Hearing a knock at the door, Rachel allowed a sinful grin to cross her lips as she eagerly skipped over to the dinner table and got into position. Bending over so that she appeared to be fixing something and not posing, Rachel wriggled her bottom about as she cooed, "Come on in, honey, the door's open!"

Silence greeted her invitation, but the door clicked shut after a moment and there was a fainter click as the lock was thrown and light footsteps followed shortly. They ended up in the dining room doorway, and what started out as intelligible speech ended in a string of spluttering consonants.

The Joker stood rooted to the floor, his eyes bugging out of his head as he stared at Rachel and her outfit. Hot. Damn. The heels she wore emphasized the shapely curve of her legs, and his eyes traced up the stockings covering said legs, his hands starting to shake when he saw the garter straps holding them up, curving over her black panties as she hummed delightedly to herself.

Well, shit. When he'd blown Dent's tires out just to fuck with the man, he hadn't expected that this was the reception ol' White Knight was supposed to receive. His tongue flicked out across his lips over and over again, his brain effectively mush.

Okay, so he wasn't going to just kill her. He clenched his fists and had to lean against the doorway to keep his balance, his breath coming out fast and shallow. He'd come here to do just that, sick and tired of the way Rachel Marie Dawes had been eating at his brain, his desire to be back in her embrace almost as strong as his desire for anarchy and death, and he'd come to silence that desire once and for all. He didn't need her touch . . . but right now, all he could do was stare.

Too pleased with herself to turn around and gauge Harvey for a reaction, Rachel arched her back so that her ass became even more accentuated and she smirked, her voice dropping to a dangerously seductive note as she purred, "Aren't you going to come over to the table and have your dessert, Harvey? I made it especially for you..." Giving a small moan, she slid her arms across the table cloth and laid her head down against the surface, her body now the perfect picture of complete surrender.

An entire month filled with dreams of Rachel spread out before him, the smell and taste of her, the feeling of her nails in his skin, the loathing and desire mingling on her face . . . after an entire month of that, the Joker didn't have enough willpower to not take her. Three quick steps brought him up against her and he grabbed her hips, rubbing his aching arousal into her rear as he leaned over her, his breath hot on the back of her neck. He gritted his teeth against a groan that might have alerted her to the fact that he wasn't Loverboy, covering one of her hands and creeping the other into the top of her blouse. Her nipples were already hard and he pinched her there before running his hand down her front and under her skirt, desperate to feel the heat between her legs that he'd obsessed over for so long. The Joker bared his teeth at her exposed neck, longing to sink them in and taste her blood, but instead he forced a gentle kiss to her skin, stomach clenching as she trembled beneath him and moaned, rubbing back into his crotch with obvious pleasure.

"Oh, Harvey" she gasped out, "where'd you learn to touch like that?" Closing her eyes, Rachel's breathing turned ragged as she felt hands grasping, groping, and pinching at her flesh in a desperate search for contact, her teeth biting into her lower lip as she reached blindly behind her and searched for what would initiate their future union. Smirking when she heard her lover grunt, she cupped him through his pants yet again and strayed her fingers up toward his belt, her voice growing breathy as she purred, "Do you want me to please you, Harvey? I've been practicing..."

He pushed into her hands, wanting ---needing --- to be inside of her, but suddenly it was all too much. The Joker growled as rage filled him and he grabbed the back of Rachel's neck, forcing her head down onto the table as he drew his hand back and spanked her exposed ass as hard as he could. She cried out, hurt and confused, but he snarled and hit her again and again, as desperate to get rid of these needful urges as he'd been to fulfill them in the first place. Finally he shoved the crying woman away from him and grabbed a chair, picking it up and slamming it against the wall until it broke. He whirled back around to see her horrified face, a broken chair leg in one hand as he shook with rage.

Y-you!" Rachel squeaked, her eyes the size of saucers as she impulsively dove for one of the knives on the table. Holding it up in front of her like a pathetic little shield, she slowly backed away while shouting, "Don't come any closer or I'll...I'll castrate you!"

His only response was to pull a pistol from his jacket, aiming it very steadily at her as he advanced with blazing eyes. The Joker grabbed her wrist and twisted until she dropped the knife with another cry, forcing the gun into her mouth as he shoved her back on the table.

"You whore" he snarled in her ear, then pulled the gun out of her mouth to backhand her. "Who do you think you're fucking with?" He was still trembling, still aroused and it pressed into her crotch as he shook violently, gnashing his teeth even as he continued to thrust against her. It didn't seem like he realized he was doing it, either, and he wrapped his hands around her throat and started squeezing.

"I'm going to fucking kill you, moonshine," he groaned into her ear, "and then, maybe then, I'll get you the fuck out of my mind. You can't bother me if you're dead." He rested his forehead against her collarbone as he choked her and thrusted, and the moisture that gathered in the hollow at the base of her throat wasn't just sweat.

Gasping and clawing at the Joker's spindly fingers, Rachel's face turned purple due to lack of air as she promptly kneed him in the groin. The action wasn't enough to get him completely off of her, but it loosened his grip to the point that she could break free of his stranglehold.

Blinking back tears, Rachel shoved the Joker off her body before grabbing the candelabra off the center of the table, the tears now falling freely down her cheeks as she sobbed, "You fucking prick! How dare you come in my apartment and talk like you're the only one affected! I...I hated you when you left! I still do!"

Raising her arm as if she were truly going to throw the candelabra at the Joker's head, Rachel gave a defeated whimper before allowing the brass object to fall to the floor with a metallic 'clang'.

"I don't give a fuck about you!" he screamed at her, his makeup all the more garish from the streaks of flesh that peeked through. He lunged at her and whipped her around, pressing her hands to his cheeks with a groan as he trembled again. "I don't want your touch, I don't want your sympathy, I don't. Want. YOU!” But he was gasping for breath as he forced his mouth over hers, pushing her against the wall as he moved one hand to run through her hair, holding her still as he kissed her desperately. His skin was crawling for want of contact with her own, and he whined like a trapped dog as he shrugged his overcoat off and started tearing at the buttons on his shirt, forcing one of her hands inside it and flat against his chest as his legs trembled.

Feeling as if the air had been stripped from her lungs, Rachel whimpered as the Joker's lips roughly claimed her own in a bruising, demanding kiss, her hand quivering over his toned chest as she hesitantly allowed her hand to trace along the familiar planes of his torso. Pressing her cheek to his, Rachel moaned softly when their hips melded snugly together, her knees shaking as she tried her damndest to stay on her own two feet. She never thought she'd want him like this; hell, she never thought she’d want him at all, but the desperation budding within her breast and the wetness between her legs proved otherwise.

"You're a liar" she managed to rasp out, her lips searing across his chest as she rubbed her cheek against a particularly raised scar. “You do want me…I can tell.”

"I am not lying!" He pressed into the contact, then pulled back and backhanded her again before he got his vest and shirt off. "I hate you," he snarled softly.

He ripped at his belt buckle and then his zipper, pushing his pants and boxers down before tearing at her fucking ridiculous outfit, holding her face to his chest to muffle her cries of protest. She was wet, so deliciously wet when he pushed his fingers inside of her, and the fact that this was irrevocable proof that she wanted him had the Joker throwing her to the floor and then falling heavily on top of her, knocking the breath out of the whorish bitch as he pushed her legs apart and then thrust into her with another high-pitched whine. He slapped his hand to her cheek as he pressed his own against the opposite one, forcing them to stay in contact as he grunted in time with his thrusts, hating her for making him do this, hating her for making him need to be touched by another human being, hating himself for being so damned weak, hating her for making him this weak. It was all this bitch's fault, and after he was done, the Joker was going to make her pay.

Screaming at the unexpected invasion, Rachel scoured her nails down his back and left bloody half moons across his flesh, her head tossing back as she felt her body smack repeatedly against the flooring due to his merciless thrusts. "I...I hate you, too" she managed to gasp out, her eyes rolling back in her head as she wrapped her legs about his waist so that he could penetrate her deeper than before.

Panting against the soft expanse of the Joker's lips, Rachel eagerly forced his mouth against her own in a moment of desperation, her lips sliding from his in order to dot several burning, artless kisses from one scar to the other. Scratching down his back, Rachel gave a breathy moan as she felt an all too familiar tingle building up inside her body. Breasts swaying in time with the Joker's deliciously painful thrusts, Rachel bit down on his shoulder in order to stifle her cries of passion, her moans jolting through his flesh as she rolled her hips upward in order to meet with his delectable rhythm.

The Joker's grunts turned into more whines, and he suddenly lost his rhythm, thrusting wildly into Rachel before he threw his head back with a deep cry, finally emptying his seed inside of her. It was one of the most exquisite feelings he'd ever felt, and it enraged him all the more.

He bent his head down and started sucking her breast violently, rolling his tongue around her nipple as he, for once, fought against the need to kill her. He was still working at her nipple when he focused on it suddenly, then started laughing shrilly. Rachel was still clawing at his back when he pushed his face close to hers with a hysterical grin.

"Do you want to live?" he asked her hoarsely.

Her face paling at the sudden maniac transformation, Rachel shivered as she tried to make sense of the madness going on before her. Unfortunately, her mind was still clouded due to the best orgasm she'd had in what felt like years, so as she gazed back at him through bleary eyes, the only word that could escape her dry throat was a simple "Yes..."

The Joker pulled out of her, thrust his fingers back inside her body and wiggled them around a bit, then shoved them in her face, smearing her juices and his semen across her lips.

"Because you see this?" he asked. "You see what you made me do? Do you re-mem-ber what I told you last time, bitch?" He was shaking, but with mirth or anger it was hard to say. The Joker shuddered as her legs tightened around his waist, and he groaned before pushing his fingers into her mouth. "This says I kill you, but..." He giggled hysterically. "But, we could come to an ar-range-ment, you and I, if you want to save your puh-rec-ious life. Wanna hear it?" He lowered himself back on top of her, squeezing his eyes shut at the feel of their chests pressing together, her stomach quivering, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his face against her neck as her sweet-smelling hair tickled his nose.

Shivering and lying there in shock, Rachel felt compelled to wipe their mingled fluids from her lips, but she kept her hands fisted firmly at her sides. "W-what is it?" she hoarsely demanded, a soft gasp escaping her lips when she felt his body press more forcefully against hers. She longed to scream at him to stop -- to tell him that he was insane -- but a part of her was genuinely curious to hear what he had to say.

He giggled against her neck, sucking on it to get a hickey that would be visible unless she wore a turtleneck in the summer heat of Gotham.

"You are mine," he purred into her ear, stroking her hair with enough force to make her wince. "Get rid of Dent. I never want you to talk to him outside of work, again. I will come and go from here as I please, and you will not tell the police because if you do," he giggled again, "if you do, I'll know because let's face it, sweet cheeks, half that damned force is on my payroll. And then I'll kill you." He replaced his fingers with his tongue, then pulled back to glare at her. "What'll it be, precious?"

Shivering out of both fear and arousal, Rachel glared down at him before realizing that this man -- this monster -- was far from the disturbingly charming, giddy individual who had shared her bed a month ago. He was different somehow, and the iniquitous flicker in his eyes made her heart clench in terror.

"Don't hurt Harvey" Rachel brokenly begged. "Please...I-I'll do whatever you ask, but only if you spare him." Running her fingers through the Joker's hair as if this would force him to see reason, she bit her lip and closed her eyes as she wondered why she’d allowed things to go this far.

"He's safe until I change my mind," the Joker promised her, then he shrieked with laughter. He'd won, he'd won, he'd won! He had a new toy! Now her arms and legs and lips and touches were his and his alone. Maybe now he wouldn't burn for her. Maybe now he could sleep better --- not that he ever slept well, but maybe now the little sleep he did get wouldn't be filled with this woman lying terrified beneath him. He would control her like she'd controlled him this past month, and then, then she'd see who was really in charge.

"Don't cry," he soothed, but it was scant comfort coupled with the glow of madness in his eyes. "I'll protect you, Rachel," he purred, lowering his lips to her ear and tracing its outline with the tip of his tongue. "I'll keep you safe from everything." He giggled again, relief sweeping through him.

Rachel shuddered, her immediate impulse being to shunt from his infuriating touch, her hands now clenching to the point that her nails left bloody half-moons in her palms. So what if she and Harvey were forced to go their separate ways? They'd been going belly-up ever since he started pandering to the public to elect him for DA, so why cry over spilt milk? Frowning, Rachel realized that no, it was much more than that...she didn't like being overpowered or owned, especially when it was by some narcissistic, egotistical, knife-wielding psychopath.

'I hope he really does like pain' Rachel thought to herself, ''cause I'm feeling pretty rough right now...’

Before she could even stop herself, she sent a tremendous uppercut across the Joker's jaw that surprised both herself and her lover. His teeth clicked together due to the impact as his head whipped to the side, a sense of gratifying satisfaction overwhelming Rachel's senses as she laid there breathing heavily, waiting for what he would do next.

"See, now that's the sort of thing that's going to start getting you hurt," the Joker growled, turning his face back to glare at her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, squeezing until her bones ground together. "I like your spunk, you slut, I do, but you need to learn how to di-rect it." The word 'slut' came out almost fondly as he sneered down at her. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly, licking her cheek like a puppy. "Do you want another shower?"

"Do I look dirty to you?" she snarled, although she secretly wished to wipe his very essence from her body. Squirming amidst his strong grasp, she gave a yelp before shrieking, "Stop it, you're hurting me!"

He let her go immediately, taking her wrists to his mouth and nipping at them gently, then kissing them as if to apologize for hurting her. She was his, she was his, she was his, she was his.

"Yes," he finally replied, "you do." With that he pushed himself up to his knees, then grabbed Rachel's elbow and pulled her up with him. "You bathe with me, or you don't bathe at all," he told her as he guided her firmly to the bathroom. She was his, she was his, she was his, she was his. "Are you on birth control?" He licked his lips as she muttered an affirmative, nodding. "You're going to take it in front of me every day. I want to know that you're taking it properly." He pressed his hand against her womb with an evil snarl. "Otherwise, one quick jab will solve that problem forever." She was his, she was his, she was his, she was his. "Take those heels off and get in," he said, pushing her toward the shower after he'd started it.

Trembling at his commanding tone, Rachel gave him a biting look before uneasily stepping into the shower, a sigh escaping her lips as she welcomed the warmth of the water. When she felt the accompanying sensation of the Joker's arms about her waist, she instinctively stiffened and tried to move away from him.

"What," he snarled as he turned her around and grabbed her chin, "I'm not good enough for you anymore? You ought to be happy, Rachel Marie, happy that you're not dead right now. I knocked a girl up once, did I tell you?" He sneered at her again as he handed her the shampoo and sharply gestured to his hair. "Belonged to one of my men; what an abusive dick he was, too. We had to hide out at her place once in a while, and she didn't seem to understand why I wasn't yelling or hitting her. Took a shine to me because of it, I guess. So, yeah, I fucked her when her man wasn't around. She'd do anything I wanted her to do, too." He grinned at the memory, then it disappeared. "So one day, she comes up to me in tears and tells me please don't be angry, she's so sorry, she didn't mean for it to happen, please, please don't be mad. I ask her what the fuck she's talking about, and she shows me a pregnancy test; it's positive." He'd forced her to start washing his hair, but she was too fascinated with his story to protest. "Well, I'm thinking shit, what do I do? Can't have a kid, oh, no, can't have that. It's a liability, a weakness, and more importantly, a way to find me. Don't need my DNA on police file, y'know. So you know what I did, Rachel Marie?"

He leaned his head into her hands, enjoying the rubbing of her fingers in his greasy hair.

"I burned her fucking apartment building down," he continued. "Entire damned thing. Her, the fucking fetus, all her neighbors . . . they all burned for it, Rachel Marie." His voice was dropping lower and lower, and the Joker rolled his hard, cold eyes up to Rachel's horrified ones. "So I suggest you put a smile on your whore face about this, or else I'll burn you up, too. Do you understand how generous I'm being?"

Rachel felt like sobbing at his sobering confession, but she forced her lips up into a quivering smile. 'He isn't like that anymore', she uneasily assured herself, 'He just needs love...someone to care for him.'

Instantly reflecting the pity she'd felt for him during his last visit, Rachel rested her head against his chest and stroked one of his scars, her other hand running along what appeared to be a bullet wound as she listened to the frantic beating of his heart. It was soft, rhythmic, and bleeding into her senses like fluid through a civ.

He'd started out tense, but the quality of it changed now, somehow losing most of the menace as the Joker got what he wanted. He looked down at her wet head and wrapped his arms around her waist again, resting his cheek in her hair. She was afraid of him, which was good. Good, and smart of her. She should fear him. But now she was giving him the gentle touches he'd been craving like one of Scarecrow's drugs, and he hummed an odd melody as he tightened his grip on her.

"Now," he murmured after a while, gently - so gently - pushing Rachel back a bit, "I can't always be hurting you, because I don't like to break what's mine. At least, not quite so soon." That made him grin out of reflex, but it faded quickly as he stared down at her. His dark eyes were serious and if he looked a little sad, it must have been her mind playing tricks on her. "So. Show me how to be gentle, Rachel Marie.”

Gaping up at him in astonishment, Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but immediately closed it, her breathing steadily slowing to a normal pace once she realized he was serious. Perhaps he wouldn't harm her, after all?

Taking his hand in hers, Rachel brought his palm to her lips and offered him a tremulous smile, her other hand now trailing up his torso before pausing at his jawline so that she could cup his cheek. "It's not hard" she breathlessly assured him. "In fact, I think you'll find that it's far easier than being rough."

The Joker snorted, but his eyes never left her face as he mimicked her every move. "I think you don't realize how easy it is for me to be rough," he told her in a low voice. His heart was pounding and his gut clenched, but this time it was out of nervousness at this new situation he was in. Part of him was screaming that he needed to run, to kill her, to get away, but an increasingly large part was telling him that he needed to be right where he was, he needed her to touch him like this some more, he needed to wallow in these sensations burning along his nerves like the hedonistic glutton he was with everything else. He could kill her the moment it became too much. Right now, he thrilled at the way his skin burned where it came into contact with hers.

Leaning forward so that her lips were grazing against the Joker’s shoulder, Rachel embraced him and reveled in the surprisingly soothing sensation of his arms, her eyes fluttering closed as she raised a hand and touched his chin. “Take off your make-up” she urged, her gaze training upon the half-smeared war paint. “I want to see you, again… Please.”

Although her request was innocent enough, she could tell it displeased him, her lips curling downward into a scowl as she snapped, “Well come on, just rub it off…I’ve already seen you, you know.”

Gentle. Be gentle. He needed to be gentle with his new toy, gentle until she was wrapped around his finger and then, then he could hurt her, make her suffer. Yessss . . . The Joker's snarl lost its intensity and he turned, grabbing her loofah and rubbing at his face until the greasepaint was fairly well gone.

He trailed his fingers along his scars for a moment, then pulled them back like they'd been burned before swallowing sharply, his chest painfully tight but not exactly unpleasant. Then he slowly turned back around, reaching out to tangle his fingers in Rachel's hair and tug firmly, but not harshly.

"Well?" he asked. "Get on with it."

Although Rachel wasn't particularly keen on his tone of voice, she leaned into the Joker's touch and smiled, her voice soft as she asked, "Why do you hide behind all that make-up, Joker?" She felt him tense at this unexpected question, then she rubbed her cheek against one of his scars as she added, "You're beautiful, you know...you shouldn't be ashamed of who you are."

Now nuzzling his cheek, she tipped her head so that she could pull him in for a warm, and drugging kiss, her soul shivering with delight as she allowed her arms to link about his neck. He wasn't fighting her as much as she expected, and the sensation of his marred skin beneath her hands was surprisingly sensual. Burrowing her fingers within his wet hair, she deepened the kiss and pulled his body flush against her own. She wanted to feel him, and in turn, she wanted to show him what it was like to truly feel.

The Joker growled as a shiver ran across his flesh when she touched him, his stomach twisting in disgust that was mingled with that infuriating desire for her gentle touches. She was naive to think she could fix him; she was crazy. He snorted with laughter at the thought.

"I'm not hiding, cupcake, and I'm not ashamed," he growled without bite. "It's other people who can't stand the sight of me." He twitched, impatience winning out as her reached for her again and held her by the waist with one hand, the other pushing her legs apart as he panted open-mouthed, licking his lips. Let her play her naive little games in her naive little world. She was his. His, and that meant that he could do with her as he pleased, and right now his body was aching to be inside of her again, aching so badly that he thought he might burst from the need that only she could fulfill.

“Well then why let them win? That’s what you’re doing when you wear all that make-up, you know” Rachel insisted, her eyes softening as she slowly shook her head. Suddenly feeling his hand in between her thighs, she whimpered and grasped at his wrist, her gaze holding no malice as she pleaded, “No, don’t…not like this. I want to know your name first.”

Although Rachel knew her request might seem simple for a normal man, she truly wasn’t counting on the Joker revealing his identity, the one thing that kept him from developing relationships with the hoi polloi of society. Without an identity, one didn’t have to worry about getting attached to anyone, so from this standpoint Rachel decided that she could understand his ridiculous insistence upon being called The Joker.

Now bringing his roving hand up to rest in between her breasts, Rachel dropped her gaze down to her feet as she mumbled, “You really don’t have to do this gentle thing, you know. I…I kind of like you, which means that I liked you before this whole ‘gentle’ act you’re putting on, so you shouldn’t feel obligated to do this for me.” Finally able to return her gaze to his, she felt her body tremble as she choked out, “I…I’ll give you permission to be rough, if that’s what you really want.”

Although Rachel’s words were meant to be kind, they came out strangled and anxious.

"What if I don't know my real name?" he asked her as his lip curled when she wouldn't let him touch her. "And why doesn't Batsy walk around without his mask on? We like the theatrical. It's a rush. Halloween's the beeeest fucking day there is, so why not have it every day?" He wanted to scrape that soft and earnest look out of her eyes and his fingers clenched unconsciously, dragging along her flesh. He pushed her away, but thought better of it and dragged her back, wanting nothing more than to bury himself inside of her, deep in her body and her soul, and never leave. The thought made him growl low in his throat, but he didn't let her go.

"Quit trying to fix me, Rachel Marie. You're as twisted as I am, if you liked me before this." He was scornful, his voice dripping degradation even as his hands wandered all over her body, rubbing and grasping and clawing and pinching. Inside, inside, inside, he had to get inside of her. He had to wallow in her warmth, in her insane naiveté; he had to suck her soul to fill the void where his own had fled from so long ago.

She was warm, she was wet, she was deliciously alive. He needed it. He needed it as much as he needed to kill, to destroy, to raise hell and disorder, and living blood welled in his mouth as he sank his teeth into Rachel's upper arm with a groan.

Crying out sharply, Rachel whimpered at the stinging sensation from his tongue flicking over her wound, her teeth clenching as she hissed, "I-I am not twisted! What the hell is wrong with thinking you're a good person? I saw how you were when we exchanged ghost stories...you were playful and almost kind. Surely you can't deny that that's a part of who you are, Joker, albeit a very slim one."

Wincing when he tightened his grip on her hips, Rachel immediately regretted her admission for roughness when she felt her head crack against the tiling to the shower wall.

Insideinsideinsideinside . . . He rested his forehead against her shoulder and shifted, pushing into her once again and not caring that she wasn't quite ready, reveling in her pained cry; good, she should hurt just as much as him, if not more. Moremoremoremoreinsideinsidemoremore.

"Maybe it's all an act, sugarlips," he grunted. "Why be so fucking serious all the time?" He was grinning now, grinning out of reflex, grinning out of the joke that only he got, grinning because finally, finally some of this infuriating hunger for her was wearing off, sated for the time being, but it still wasn't enough, he needed moremoremoremoremoremore.

She kept running her hands over him and he longed to turn her around and take her from behind, like he'd wanted to do when he'd first saw her delicious ass wiggling at him, but he was trapped in her embrace, biting back groans with his teeth in her skin as he pounded into her.

Rachel gave a feeble whine in response to his remark, her nails clawing into his scalp as she arched her back and relished in the friction of his skin against her pert nipples. Yelping when he gave her an exceptionally hard bite, she moaned as she felt him drive into her with an almost animalistic fury. Despite the pain, she found that the pleasure far outweighed the negative thoughts of future bruising. Angling her mouth roughly over his, she began whimpering as she struggled to give him both pleasure and affection, her hands holding his head in place so that she could glide her tongue into his mouth. The Joker appeared as if he had the poorest hygiene known to man, but Rachel found that he tasted exceptionally good for a clown with yellowed teeth and poor eating habits.

He growled at her, nails digging into her thighs as he met her tongue with his, feeding his addiction, growing it. She was never going to be enough, never going to fill this need in him for her . . . oh, fuck, he needed this so badly.

The Joker slid down to his knees just before they gave out, resting Rachel on the lip of the tub and grabbing her hair, pulling as he kissed her. He giggled into the kiss suddenly as he realized that he needed the whole damned world to know that Rachel Dawes was his. Maybe not yet . . . best to fuck with Dent and ol' Batsy as long as possible, but then, then, he'd reveal that sweet little Rachel Dawes wasn't so sweet and, he thought as he dug his thumbs into her stomach, maybe he might give her a little evidence of that. Or not. But the thought made him pull back and shriek with laughter as he came, eyes rolling back in his head.

The stupid whore whined and tried to get him to come close as he pulled out of her, but the Joker thrust his face and tongue between her legs, licking and sucking with a hunger that surprised even him. He needed all of her, every last delicious drop of her, and he quivered with the thought.

The Joker wasn't the only one quivering with reckless abandonment; Rachel gripped at his hair and thrust her hips up toward his awaiting mouth, her moans turning into soft, feverish pants as she twisted her body with the hopes of him granting her release. Whining his ridiculous name, Rachel no longer felt embarrassed over her predicament and voiced her pleasure, her legs wrapping about his neck as she tried to pull him in closer.

Harvey had been a decent lover, but he'd never made her feel like this...

The madman wasn't trying to take his time, but he wasn't necessarily in a rush, either; he wanted to enjoy the taste of Rachel, rubbing his rough cheeks against her thighs, breathing in the heady scent of her, exuberant in his victory over Dent and Batman. She screamed his pseudonym as she came, and it was him she wanted, himhimhimhimimhim!

He pulled her into the tub with him once he'd had his fill of her, wrapping his arms and legs around her as the hot water pounded down on them, both panting for breath.

Peering back at him through hooded eyes, Rachel moaned softly as she felt both his hands and the water travel down along her buttocks. Nuzzling against his chest, she raised a leg and wrapped it around his waist so that their hips melded snugly together, a sigh escaping her lips as she kissed his collar bone and nipped lightly at the flesh. She was truly surprised that he hadn't been as demanding as he was during their first showering experience, but she couldn’t complain since their current disposition was undoubtedly better than the last.

"I don't know if I can fulfill your arrangement" Rachel breathlessly confessed, her left hand straying down his torso before brushing across his hip. "If you keep playing with your toy, it's bound to break..."

The Joker pressed his thumb against her eyelid firmly. "I could kill you now, then," the man muttered. He was . . . he wasn’t empty anymore, but he couldn't quite place what filled him, and it unnerved him horribly. "And you said I could be rough; I tried to be gentle, you know." His skin was burning again, burning at her touch and he flicked his tongue out over his scars, trying to distract himself form the electricity he couldn't pull away from.

"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it" Rachel returned, but she instantly regretted her words as she glanced off to the side. Sighing, she grumbled, "Note to self...don't confess complete and utter satisfaction in front of the biggest narcissist on the face of the planet."

Remembering his earlier threat, Rachel trailed her hands dangerously low before she asked, "Well what can I do to convince you to spare me, then?"

That made him laugh and he licked his lips. "Oh, but the more satisfied you are, the more satisfied I am, and the more willing I am to satisfy you in the future." He was rubbing her shoulder gently, not noticing what he was doing.

He thought about her question with closed eyes, then tilted his hips up. "You mentioned a great talent with your tongue. Show me."

Feeling her limbs beginning to tremble, Rachel hesitantly parted the Joker's legs so that she could situate herself in between them, her hands now gliding up his thighs before pausing alongside his swelling arousal. Appearing as if she were suddenly unsure of herself, Rachel released a shuddery breath before lowering her head and flicking her tongue along his tip. Her actions were meek and reluctant at first, but when she felt him lift his hips in anticipation, she forced herself to abandon her anxiety and take him fully in her mouth. Gliding her tongue along his length, she shuddered to herself as she heard his breathing grow ragged and shallow, her eyes closing as she found that this was just the incentive she needed. Parting her legs, Rachel reached down and inserted two fingers inside herself as she licked and sucked, her gasps and hungry moans becoming muffled by the Joker's member as she continued to bring both him and herself over the edge.

Moaning lowly in the back of her throat, Rachel grazed her teeth along his length as she felt him begin to thrust into her awaiting mouth, her pride now causing her to hunger for him as she began to manipulate herself more forcefully.

He echoed her pleased moan, fingers curling through her hair as he forced himself not to pull her head down on him. This, this exquisite feeling, the water beating down on them as her tongue smoothed over his hardness, her teeth against him, it was driving him crazy. It was what he wanted. Yes, he giggled with it all, his hand curling against her cheek as he watched her, delighted at how eagerly she worked at him. He loved it. He loved the abandon on her face, the way she shuddered as she pleased herself, as well.

The Joker pulled at her hair encouragingly, pushing up into her mouth, and whispered her name faintly.

Rachel felt a burst of liquid fire curl through her veins when she heard him, the nails of her free hand digging into his thigh as she finished herself off with the other. Crying out around the Joker's throbbing arousal, Rachel whimpered as she withdrew her fingers from herself and wrapped them firmly around his shaft. Smirking to herself, she decided to try out her favorite tease, her free hand bracing herself as she eased her body up so that she was hovering over his erect member. Giving him a dusky look with her eyes, she slowly lowered herself so that only his tip entered her slick womb, her teeth biting into her lip as she forced herself to abruptly withdraw. Knees quivering, she did it again, her face flushing as she fought not to sink directly down to the hilt. She wanted to feel as if she affected him as much as he affected her, so with breathless curiosity, she looked down upon the Joker's face for a reaction.

He was gripping her waist tight enough to leave bruises, trying to force her onto him as he bit back gasp after gasp. She was a fucking whore and he hated her for it, hated that his body needed her touch, needed this torment.

The Joker wiggled his shoulders, pushing himself up until he was sitting, pulling desperately down on her, his teeth and lips on her breasts and mimicking her earlier movements on his arousal, all the while gasping against her slick skin.

No longer willing to fight him, Rachel fisted his hair and allowed her body to sink fully down his length, a pleased hiss escaping her lips once she felt him fill her to completion. Rolling her hips forward, Rachel took the Joker by the chin and crashed his scarred mouth against her own, her tongue plundering past his lips as she indulged in the fact that he wanted her just as desperately as she wanted him.

Rachel knew that she didn't normally behave this way with men, but she was tired of her lovemaking being just like her job: dull, tiresome, and occasionally off-putting. Remembering the Joker's odd little fetishes, Rachel burned her lips across his cheek before pausing at the hollow of his neck, her nails digging into his shoulders as she bit down on him hard enough to break the skin.

The Joker shouted hoarsely as he came, her teeth being just what he'd needed to send him over the edge. He crushed Rachel against him, running his hands from her rear to her shoulders and holding her like a normal man would hold a woman.

Closing her eyes, Rachel moaned against his chest as she tried to slow the soft, excited pants of her breathing, her body relaxing into his embrace as the soothing water continued to beat down upon their bodies. She really was tired now, but this somehow seemed insignificant to her as she pulled him closer and shivered.

After all, what if he got tired of her? He'd referred to her as a toy, and if there was one thing she remembered from her childhood, it was that all toys were eventually tossed away and forgotten. Would he kill her like all of his other women if she failed to satisfy him? Trembling at the thought, she chanced a look up at the Joker's face with the hopes of seeing a glimmer of humanity within his eyes.

There was no expression on his face, for he'd closed his eyes. If anything, the man just looked tired. His thumbs were still rubbing her hips, twirling idle circles along them.

He was, for now, satisfied. The all-consuming ache he'd felt for her had receded, as had his constant headache, and the Joker let out a long breath as he relaxed in the hot water and her embrace.

A/N YAY FOR BIRTH CONTROL! :D