The Joker's New Pet

Once again you guys are awesome! And ichigokage, you're welcome for reviewing your story. I also wanna tell you to not be nervous about your writing. Don't bother worrying about what people think. Write what you want. I used to be nervous about writing this kind of stuff too, but then I stopped caring because I was having too much fun. I just write whatever comes to mind. I never really know what I'm gonna write next.
Anyway, there's more smut in this chapter (Yes I know there are some of you who are skipping ahead to the smut anyway hehehe) Well this started out where I didn't know exactly where I was going with it, but now I am getting all these ideas so expect a lot more plot in the future! And I'm sorry but my Joker does have a human side. I'm a sap and can't help it. So expect to see me writing about him having a soul as well. Maybe a soul that's been blackened, but underneath his psychopathic clown exterior he is still a man. Also I see my story getting a lot of hits, so review guys! It keeps me writing! My story may be dorky but I really do enjoy reading reviews! Anyway enjoy! :)


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No one really quite understood the Joker’s logic except the Joker himself. Not even his men knew exactly what they were getting into and why, whenever a new job would arise. All they knew was that he was somehow loaded, and he paid a pretty penny. The ones who worked for money that is. The Joker also had a fleet of mentally deranged, paranoid schizophrenic lunatics who worshiped the ground he walked on. An unhinged cult gathering that would follow their master into the very fires of hell. It didn’t matter what the task was, they trusted his word and did as he bade. The fact that the Joker was such a charismatic speaker also didn’t hurt.

He had a voice that was magnetic and disturbing at the same time. He was a certified genius, tested at Arkham, and a master of manipulation. If it’s one thing he knew well, it was people, and he chose weak minds to entrap and bend to his will. He figured that if the clown prince of crime super villain thing hadn’t worked out he could always go become a psychiatrist. Perhaps he would even have his own show. ‘Doctor J’ did have a nice ring to it.

Stacey was trying her best to understand the Joker’s twisted logic. He seemed to be loaded with cash, and yet here he was having an entire mob take over the Palisades Galleria because he felt like going shopping that day. He could have gotten some movie makeup and plastered it on his scars, worn regular civilian clothing and no one would have been the wiser. But that wasn’t his style.

He preferred things to be ‘theatrical.’ He was a performer at heart, and he just had to make a grand entrance everywhere he went, wither he bore a disguise or not. He had to put on a good show. Though that wasn’t the only reason. Everywhere he went he usually decided that it was his property, like an animal marking his territory. Little by little, he planned to take over the entire city. He would own Gotham, and perhaps beyond. He knew he never quite fit well into society but it wasn’t him who was the problem. He was the evolved race, ions above everyone else. He was the superior alpha male, and they were bumbling little monkeys who would soon be cowering at his feet.

So that’s why he preferred to just take over the mall for his little shopping spree. That and he hated lines and dealing with rude teenaged employees. And crowds of any sort. He’d rather they get out of his way. And it was always so fun to see the frightened expressions of innocent little civilians. He did so love an audience.

They had entered through Macy’s, Stacey still clad in her gothic attire and the Joker holding her tightly by her leash, which was getting to be rather bothersome. He had it wrapped around his palm to where there was no room between her neck and his hand, and the collar was starting to dig into her delicate skin. She wished he would just hold her by the arm, but he wanted to make extra sure they she didn’t slip out of his grasp. Not even for a second.

Legions of beefy clown guardsmen had already begun taking over the outside of the mall and it’s parking lots before the Joker and his group even arrived. The men who left his hide out weren’t the only ones on the job. A couple of big rigs full of clowns had already pulled up in the loading area of the galleria and got down to business. Now there were at least two large clown guardsmen with machine guns patrolling every entrance of the mall.

The rest of the Joker’s army all had their own missions. Some were sent to disarm the Mall’s security system, while others were sent to round up the employees and civilians.

The Joker strolled casually through Macy’s, pulling Stacey tightly by his side. His goons were already running ahead of him, shooting their guns up in the air and ordering any shoppers or employees to get on the ground. Shoppers were screaming and running around frantically, some dropping to the floor at the sound of gunshots being fired into the air. “Now, now everyone just do as the nice clowns say and no one will get hurt.” The Joker announced nonchalantly. He was also now bearing a clown mask. “We’re just doing a little sweep of the mall is all.”

A woman shopper screeched and dropped to the floor right before the Joker as he approached her. He kneeled down and grabbed her by the back of her shirt and roughly stood her up then handed her off to one of his men. “Round ‘em up and line ‘em up together.” He gruffly ordered the other masked man.

The Joker began to whistle to himself as he strolled with Stacey through ‘women’s apparel.’ He pulled a dress off of one of the racks and held it up to Stacey. He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Oh no, no, no. Macy’s clothes don’t suit you at all. We need to go to a store that has a much…younger selection of clothing.” He sighed and put the dress back on the rack. Meanwhile his men were lining up rows of frightened civilians and employees all throughout the entire mall. They did an entire sweep of Gotham’s largest shopping center and grouped all the civilians together at the center of the mall near the large carrousel.

The Joker continued to casually shop with Stacey by his side as if they were a normal couple taking a Sunday saunter through the galleria. The terrified screams of shoppers didn’t have the slightest effect on him. He pulled off his mask for a moment then he reached into his pocket and pulled out some kind of intercom walkie talkie. Clicking the button he spoke into it. “Are we in?”

“Yes boss,” Stacey heard the muffled speech on the other side of the walkie talkie.

“Good,” Said the Joker. “Put me on.” He waited a few moments and then he pressed his lips up to the intercom again. He cleared his throat and the elevator music that was playing throughout the mall was replaced with his calm but sinister voice. “Attention mall shoppers.” He spoke, and his voice echoed through the galleria causing everyone in the mall to halt and take notice. “As I’m sure most of you are aware by now, my friends and I have decided to take a visit to the galleria today and you’ve all been selected to play a little game,” He snickered a little.

“The game is called ‘Joker says.’ Do as Joker and his men say and the reward will be that you get to keep your life. I’ve decided to do a little early Holiday shopping, but I don’t like to fight crowds. So I suggest you drop whatever it is you’re doing and go along quietly with my nice clown posse. We don’t want to catch anyone hiding now. The first command of Joker says is stay out of my way! Now I’ll let you all get on with the game and remember…play nicely!” He said in a happy sing-song voice. Then he turned off his walkie talkie intercom and shoved it back into his pocket.

He pulled Stacey over to the jewelry section and peeked over the counter. He found the jewelry sales woman huddled on the floor behind the counter, quaking and praying nervously. “Well hello there.” The Joker spoke to her in his low and eerily calm voice. She looked up and let out a small shriek. The Joker chuckled. “Calm down sweetheart. My girlfriend and I just wanna have a look see at your jewelry. I take it you can help us?”

The woman shivered and attempted to speak, but no words came out. “Stand up a minute and help us, lest you want me to call for your manager.” The Joker snapped. The woman shakily pulled herself up off the ground.

“Y..you can have anything you want!” The woman stammered and pulled out the key to the jewelry cases. “Here, I’ll get you anything you want!”

“Now that’s the type of customer service I like to see!” The Joker giggled. “Hmm let’s have a look at your ring selection shall we? What kind of pur-ty diamond rings have ya got for women hm?” He licked his lips.

The woman motioned for him to follow her to the ring case. “Here, they’re all over here,” she spoke with a tremble in her voice. She started naming off the different rings and explained their authenticity and how many diamonds each one held.

“Uh huh, mmhmm,” mumbled the Joker, listening to the sales girl’s spiel. He could tell she was used to doing this. “Which one do you like sweetie?” He asked Stacey nicely as if he were a normal boyfriend asking his girlfriend for an opinion.

“Me?” Stacey shivered. “Um, uh. I’m, not used to wearing things on my fingers.”

“Oh come on!” Scoffed the Joker. “I’m being serious here. Which one do you like? Look them over and tell me which one you like then daddy will get it for you.” Stacey looked over the rings behind the case, and merely shrugged. She was far too nervous to think about jewelry. “Let’s take these off so you can have a better look.” The Joker sighed and pulled her sunglasses off. The sales woman’s eyes widened when she got a good look at Stacey’s face. Despite the black wig she recognized her from the news. She didn’t dare say anything though. The Joker nudged Stacey. “Come on now. Seriously. Pick one out. I thought diamonds were a girls best friend?” The Joker snickered.

Stacey looked over the diamond rings. “Okay, Okay.” She complied as the Joker was nudging her. “I guess I like that one,” she pointed to an eighteen carrot white gold tulip diamond ring.

“Beautiful choice princess. I knew ya had good taste. We’ll take that one please.” Grinned the Joker. The sales woman shakily nodded her head and hurriedly opened the case. She handed the ring to the Joker then he gently took Stacey’s left hand in his and tenderly slipped it on her delicate middle finger. He pulled her close and locked his lips onto hers, engulfing her mouth in a passionate kiss. When he pulled away he saw that her cheeks were flushed and he chuckled. “I do spoil my little princess don’t I? Even if she is a little brat who needs my firm hand. Speaking of which…I’m still not through with you little girl.” He growled and Stacey gulped.

He turned back to the sales woman, who was nervously watching them with a very bewildered look on her face. “Now go and join your friends,” he ordered her and he motioned for one of his men close by to pull her out from behind the counter and make her join the rest of the people that were being wrangled up in a line.

The Joker saw a couple of his men glaring at the jewelry through the glass cases. He could tell what they were thinking even though clown masks were covering their expressions. The Joker sighed and taking his gun, he shot several of the glass cases giving his men access to the jewelry. “Here, have at it.” He told them. They hooted and hollered and one was already holding a bag. They immediately began to gather all the jewelry into the sac.

Tugging Stacey along with him, the Joker passed by a necklace rack. He spotted a BFF heart necklace that was broken in half so it could be given to two people. He grabbed it off of the wrack. “I think my best buddy batsy will like this.” He laughed and shoved it into his pocket. Stacey raised an eyebrow at him wondering if he was serious. Then he looked down at her and she trembled at the look he was giving her. “Like I said little girl. I’m still not happy with you and your obedience. Daddy’s gonna have to pull his little girl aside and teach her a lesson before we continue our shopping venture.” He hissed and Stacey’s heart sank.

He pulled her through the ‘men’s apparel’ section and he eyed the area that had the belts. Stacey saw where they were headed, and she cringed remembering how painful the sting of his belt felt on her poor bottom. She began to plead again. “Please daddy. I’m serious. I’ll never do that again. I will be obedient to you, I promise, I…”

“Sh, sh sh,” the Joker quieted her. “I don’t want to hear it sweet pea. You already had your warning. It can be dangerous if I can’t trust my own little pet. And if I go too easy on you, you’ll never learn.” He pulled her over to the belt rack and looked over them. He found one he liked and pulled it off the rack. “This’ll do nicely.” He licked his lips and Stacey’s eyes enlarged at the sight of the thick black leather belt the Joker had selected.

He roughly pulled the terrified girl along with him until he spotted the women’s dressing room. He knew the women’s dressing room would have a couch for the poor husbands and boyfriends to sit and wait for their significant others to get done trying on clothes. And he was right. He pushed Stacey into the dressing room and saw that there were several couches. His ears perked as he heard girlish whimpering coming from one of the stalls. He didn’t know where so he let go of Stacey’s leash for a moment and kicked open one of the stalls loudly. He heard a couple of screams coming from the stall next to it and he smirked.

“Little pig, little pig let me come in!” He hollered and kicked open the next stall. He found two petrified Japanese girls huddled together in the corner of the stall. They were twins and the Joker furrowed his eyebrows and licked his lips. “Twins. This is my lucky day,” he chuckled. He turned back to Stacey and winked. “Don’t worry baby doll. I’m just kidding. I’d never cheat on my perreciousss little pet.”

He approached the two terrified girls and stood above them masterfully. “Didn’t you hear my announcement pretties? Or do I have to take my belt to two more little girls?” He clicked his tongue and doubled up his belt.

The girls started pleading in Japanese and the Joker picked up that they were telling him that they couldn’t speak English. The Joker raised an eyebrow. "Don’t speak English huh? I hope you two aren’t lying to me because that wouldn’t be wise.” He said in a sing-song voice. He roughly jerked them up one at a time and pushed them out of the dressing room. He spotted one of his men close by and called to him. “Here’s a couple more! And what part of ‘check ALL corners of the galleria’ didn’t you baffoons understand?! Double check the entire store and do it thoroughly!” he bellowed. He pushed the girls towards his men but not before giving each of them a hard swat on their backsides with his belt. They each let out a girlish squeal and ran off holding their rear ends.

He turned back to Stacey, and gave her a grave and determined look. He walked towards her slapping the belt in his palm and making her stagger backwards into the dressing room in fear. She backed up frenetically until she found herself being cornered in the back of the dressing room. She cowered before him, getting down on her knees and begging, once again swallowing the last ounce of any pride she had. The Joker waved his finger at her in a ‘come hither’ motion.

Stacey jolted back up to her feet as he got even closer and slipped out of his reach. She really, really wasn’t in the mood to feel a belt again. She knew avoiding his grasp was going to land her in more trouble, but she was resolute in protecting her bottom from that belt. The Joker’s expression grew angry, giving Stacey the feeling of wanting to wet herself again. “C’mere!” He bellowed.

Stacey decided to use the only defense mechanism she could think of in this situation. She latched onto him, and began rubbing her hand on his crotch, feeling his large member through his pants. The Joker growled and slammed his hand against the wall just above Stacey’s head making her twitch. He leaned down to where his face was inches from hers. “Just what do you think you’re doing little girl?” He spoke in a low and dangerous voice.

“I...I wanna please daddy. Make daddy happy. Please, can I pleasure daddy?” Stacey purred, feeling her heart skip a beat. “I want to be your good obedient girl.”

The Joker licked his lips. “Oh you do, do you?” Stacey nodded her head weakly, still rubbing his penis through his pants. “Trying to avoid a punishment I see. Sneaky little girl.” He licked his lips. He groaned a little as she rubbed his crotch harder. He pulled away for a moment, then grabbing the top of her head with his free hand he shoved her down. “Get on your knees!” he ordered. She did as he bade and scrambled to her knees submissively. “You know what to do.” Stacey’s hands shook radically as she struggled to undo his pants and release his manhood. The Joker rattled his belt and ran it over her back then tapped her bottom with it. “Hurry up now lil one, or else.”

Finally she was able to undo his pants, and his penis fell out before her. The Joker pushed his pants down further and Stacey began to stroke his already hard member. “Now show daddy how you want to be his o-be-di-ent little girl.” The Joker purred. Stacey timidly grabbed his large penis and began licking it. The Joker yanked off her black wig and began stroking her naturally blond hair. Then he grabbed her hair and shoved his penis in her mouth. Stacey gargled and chocked not used to having something so large being shoved down her throat. He held it there for a moment, forcing her to take it, then he eased up again and allowed her to move back and fourth.

He leaned over and slammed his fist on the wall again, still holding the belt in his grasp, his other hand clinging onto Stacey’s hair. Stacey was relieved when she heard the belt drop on the floor beside her. He peered down at her little blond head moving back and fourth on his large erect penis. He was brazenly enjoying watching his little bunny give him head. His breathing quickened, and sweat accumulated on his forehead. “Dammit, you are so friggen adorable,” The Joker grunted. “I just wanna tear you up. So damn edible.”

He pulled his penis out of her mouth then roughly yanked her off the floor. He pinned her against the wall and attacked her mouth with his own. Stacey felt him sucking the life out of her once more as he engulfed her lips, ramming his tongue into her mouth. She could feel the slightly risen skin of his scars brushing against her mouth. He began to pull her top off, and then her bra soon followed. He suckled on her breasts with a hungry force and then kneeled down and buried his lips into her flat tummy. Stacey couldn’t stop the groan that escaped her lips. She weakly ran her fingers through his golden brown hair as he continued to kiss her stomach.

He then roughly picked her up over his shoulder with one arm, and in one swift caveman like motion he yanked her skirt and panties down her legs with the other. Her clothes now lay in a heap on the floor as he stood her back down before him, now completely naked and quivering in his gaze. He pinned her up against the wall again, and ran his hands over her naked little body. Then he realized he still had his gloves on. He yanked them off with a growl and threw them in Stacey’s clothing pile.

He traced his hands over her soft skin. “God I love your delicate baby skin,” He growled. Sexually aroused Joker became a little less charismatic and a lot more animal like Stacey had noticed. He stuck his fingers under her collar and unclasped it, much to Stacey’s relief. He began sucking gently on the sore red mark the collar had left. His tender sucking made goose bumps appear on Stacey’s arms. He easily pinned both of her arms above her head with one hand, and ran his other hand down her side. “I also love how physically weak you are. An easily conquered submissive little girl. Just the way I like em.” He chuckled quietly in her ear.

His hand wandered down to her thigh and then trailed over to her womanhood. He very soothingly ran his fingers over her feminine folds. Then he tickled her pussy using a ‘come hither’ motion with his finger. A small moan escaped Stacey’s lips. The Joker smirked to himself. “I was all set to punish you and now I’m giving you pleasure. You manipulative little scamp.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace, nearly squeezing the life out of her as she felt the tight grip of his muscles latching onto her little frame. He bent down and kissed her all over her face. He tugged her towards one of the dressing room’s couches, groping her bottom and anywhere else he pleased. “Tell daddy you want him to take you,” The Joker cooed in her ear. Stacey glanced up at him softly. “Say ‘please take me daddy.’” He ordered in a hushed voice.

“Please take me daddy,” Stacey whispered.

The Joker smiled at her almost endearingly. “Good girl.” He picked up her entire little body and laid her face down over the arm of the sofa. Stacey gasped as she felt him massaging her thighs, then grabbing both of them she felt his tongue lightly trace over her feminine folds. He chuckled at her quiet little moaning, and then Stacey inhaled deeply as she felt him enter her from behind.

The Joker pressed down on her back and began pounding her doggy style, sweat dripping off of his temple. Stacey dug her nails into the sofa as his hips slapped against her bottom. The Joker grabbed the nape of her neck and buried her head into the couch, slapping her bottom cheeks hard with his other hand. Stacey whimpered as it began to feel very unwontedly pleasurable.

The Joker then took both of his hands and very lightly scraped his nails over her back and sides as she gyrated back and fourth from his hard hammering. Then he quickly pulled out and Stacey felt his warm fluids dripping over her back. The Joker’s sweat had smeared his makeup a little, and he shook his head like a dog after climaxing. Stacey yelped as he collapsed over her from behind, his hand resting on the sofa near her face and the sounds of his heavy breathing very close to her ear. He planted soft kisses over her shoulders and then pulled himself back up.

He grabbed a dress off of one of the dressing room racks and wiped his cum off of Stacey’s back. Then he threw it aside and zipped his pants back up, his cheeks flushed underneath of his makeup. Stacey wobbly pulled herself back up, and the Joker grabbed her from behind, locking her in another embrace. He twirled her around and ruggedly kissed her on the forehead. He hand latched onto her wrist and he kneeled down and picked up his belt that had fallen to the floor. Stacey’s eyes bulged.

The Joker clicked his tongue at her and shaking his head he said “Oh little Stacey. Do you really think I can let you get away without a punishment?”

Stacey shivered. “But, but!”

“But, but? Yours is still gonna be spanked for being naughty today little girl.” The Joker giggled. He sat down on the couch and pulled her down with him.

“But that isn’t fair!” Stacey whined.

“You tried manipulating your way out of a punishment little girl. I should spank you for that alone!” he hissed. “Though…it was a very good way of manipulating me indeed.” He grinned. “I’m also very proud of the obedience you displayed for me just now, but I still can’t let you get away unpunished, or you might think I’m going soft.” He saw that tears were already threatening to invade Stacey’s blue eyes. “Awww, now, now lil one. Don’t worry, it wont be as bad as the last one.”

He picked up her naked body and sprawled her out over his lap kicking and pleading. He pinned her down roughly and effortlessly and Stacey already began wailing as the first lick of his belt lashed across her fragile bottom. ‘swish crack!’ she could hear the sounds of her own flesh being beaten bouncing off the walls of the dressing room. Her little fists clenched in pain and she tugged and pulled at his pant leg pleading for him to stop.

It wasn’t long before he was finished, and Stacey was relieved to see that he was a man of his word. It wasn’t as long or as hard as the last belt whipping he gave her, just as he had promised. He gently pulled her off of his lap, tossing the belt aside. Then he pulled her closely to himself and tenderly kissed her tears away. In Stacey’s head she felt he was like Doctor Jeckell and Mister Hide. Lovingly giving her pleasure one moment and beating her bottom callously the next.

With one last peck on her nose he gingerly helped her to her feet. She sniffled and wobbled in place, wiping her eyes. “Now get dressed. We’re not done shopping.” The Joker chuckled, ruffling her hair.

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I hope this chapter didn't come out crappy. Anyone more to come soon.