Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me

It was 2am before Eleanor finally got back home, after sharing a taxi cab with her friends. She wasn't quite drunk, but pretty tipsy. She fumbled with the key in the door, cursing at herself for not quite getting it into the lock the first couple of times. And then she remembered a really sobering thought...The Joker was going to meet up with her. In her own house. As she unlocked the door and stumbled into the darkness of the hallway, she thought, "How could I have been so fucking stupid agreeing to this?"



Her heartbeat speeded up as she fumbled for the lightswitch in the hallway. Everything was quiet. No sound, apart from her own footsteps and the jangling of her keys. She cautiously crept into the livingroom, feeling a sense of unease. She switched on a side lamp. And she jumped, as she saw she was not alone.



There he was. He'd been sitting in the dark, in Eleanor's black leather recliner chair, with a glass of Scotch in his hand. He'd obviously found the bottle of Scotch she kept for medicinal purposes. He was still facepaint-less, still dressed as he had been earlier, in his smart suit with slicked back hair.



He waved at her. "Hiiiiiiiii!" he said in a deep gravelly tone, sarcasm oozing just from that one word.



Eleanor panicked. "What...how...how did you get in here?"



The Joker pointed his finger at her, half mockingly. "Never leave any windows open, for all you know - there could be a...madman...on the loose."



Eleanor put her hands up to her face. "I...didn't..did I?"



The Joker nodded, and winked at her.



"Thanks for that Ellie, I'm so glad you were thinkin' of me, even before we had our little meet-up tonight!"



He downed the rest of his Scotch and slammed the empty glass down on the coffee table next to him.



"So, sweet cheeks...good night, was it?" he enquired, with a smile. "You look...drunk. Tsk tsk."



Eleanor rolled her eyes and slumped down onto the couch. "I'm not drunk, I'm tired."



"Beddy byes soon, I presume." he said, licking the right side of his scarred mouth.



"Yes." again she rolled her eyes. "I'm really tired, Jack. But...well...why did you want to see me tonight? I just don't understand any of this...I already said, I don't want to be implicated in anything if they find out where you are."



"And I already said, you won't be." The Joker said impatiently. "Look...now listen..." He clicked his tongue and sucked in his cheeks, before continuing. "You know what I'm like, Ellie...I can't stand being caged! Like an animal! I had to get outta there, y'know? So I did. And it was easy, but I'm not gonna bore you with all the little details. It's gonna be a lot of fun if they wanna catch me again!" And he laughed to himself, as if it was all so very amusing.



Eleanor shook her head and looked down at her lap. "You still make me nervous, being here..." she said quietly.



"Oh, you think I'm gonna hurt you? Oh Ellie, I'm...shocked!" The Joker smiled, half laughing as he spoke. "Naaaaah...y'see, Ellie. You're no use to me any other way, except in one piece. And you're definitely no use to me dead. What would be the point in that? I mean - you're my liiiiittle bunny!"



Eleanor was starting to get a headache now. It was so late, she'd had too much to drink, and all she wanted to do was sleep.



"Your little bunny?" she repeated, sarcastically. "If you really thought of me like that, you wouldn't be such a shit to me." That wasn't something she would've said to The Joker if she had been completely sober.



"Oh thaaaaat's nice." The Joker chuckled. "You complain I'm a shit to you, and yeah - I am. But I know you WANT me."



Eleanor snorted and shook her head in denial. Although, the only denial was how she really felt about him. Because he was right about her wanting him. She did. And she knew it was wrong, so she denied her feelings.



The Joker stood up from the leather recliner chair, and stalked towards her. He grabbed her arm roughly, and pulled her up from the couch.



"C'mere, hey!.." he growled, holding her body closely and roughly to his chest, from behind. His arm held a vice-like grip around her shoulders, his hand holding her left shoulder very tightly, his fingers digging in. She knew she couldn't get out of his grasp even if she struggled. He was just too strong, and would overpower her in seconds if she tried. And of course, she assumed he would have a vast array of sharp objects in his pockets, which he could use if she dared struggle against him. So she tried her best to stay calm, even though inside she was now panicking.



The Joker's breath was warm against her neck. "I don't think I ever told you, did I?" he said huskily, his swollen lips close to the skin of her neck. "I don't think I ever told you the true story...about how I got these scars."



Oh please god, no! Eleanor thought in her head. It was common knowledge, that every time The Joker told different accounts to different people about how his face had become scarred, he always brought out a knife from his pocket and used it to crudely illustrate his point.



"No Jack..." Eleanor breathed. "Please! The knife, don't, don't..."



His lips brushed her neck, and she gasped.



"Y'know..." The Joker began another one of his little "monologues". "Anyone else. And I mean, anyone else - I wouldn't take that kind of talk. All this...pa-thetic...pleading and begging, all this weak "don't hurt me" kinda crap...it would just piss me off. There's nothing worse, than people who are weak and pa-thetic!"



Again, he brushed his scarred lips against her neck. She breathed in, shivering. Now she felt no fear, no panic, but something else.



"But...because it's you..." The Joker continued. "My liiiiiittle bunny...I'm gonna cut you some slack here. I'm not gonna let your little begging and pleading piss me off. I'm gonna let it go, just...this...once."



He breathed in the scent of her hair, the scent of her neck, and closed his eyes. He still had her tightly grasped around the shoulders, with one arm around her front. But now, she didn't want to struggle. He had complete power over her - and she liked it. She leaned her head back onto his chest and relaxed her body against him, rather than staying rigid, like she had been. And she felt his tight grasp around her top half start to loosen off...she could breathe easier and the dull ache at the bottom of her neck lessened. His arm relaxed completely around her, so that he was now holding her lower down around her chest, with his forearm tucked under her breasts.



"So..." he said in a husky tone, his face close to her's. "What happens now, little bunny?"



"I think you know." she whispered, the back of her head still resting on his chest and her eyes closed.



"Now you're talkin'." The Joker said with a smile, and spun Eleanor round to face him. Wasting no time, he dragged her by the arm over to her dining table and lifted her up onto it, forcibly pushing his body between her legs, so that they were as close to each other as possible. She couldn't stand the tension any more, and she grabbed at the zipper of his pants. He laughed, shaking his head.



"Well well, we are a desperate little bunny now!" he said, forcefully pushing her over onto her back on the tabletop. He slid her three quarter length pants down her legs and threw them on the floor. He pushed his crotch over her's, still wearing his own pants. He started slowly grinding his hips, teasing her over her silky panties.



"Jack...I've missed you so much..." she whimpered, pressing his ass down further onto her crotch. She could feel his arousal beneath the material of his pin-striped pants. Even though they were only grinding each other over their clothes, the feeling was wonderful, and they were both horny as hell. The Joker, still slowly moving his hips over her panties, slid his hand up her top and under her bra. She gasped and let out what could only be described as a little "squeak". The Joker lowered his head to Eleanor's, and kissed her. He gently slid his tongue between her lips, and she responded. The kiss was slow and passionate, not at all rough and animalistic as she had imagined it would be. This was the way The Joker used to be, years ago. She remembered kisses like this one.



Still slowly kissing each other, The Joker undid the zipper of his pants, and pulled them down a little. His tight boxer shorts were straining and already wet with fluid, although he had not had all his fun yet. He pulled out his manhood, and slipped Eleanor's silky panties to the side. She had no idea he was going to do this, she was distracted with the kiss. So when she suddenly felt the force of his manhood jabbing into her, she jolted and breathed in quickly. But it was exactly what she wanted. The Joker may have been lots of things - a nasty son of a bitch, a cold blooded killer, a wanted man on the run from the cops...but he was also a fucking amazing lover, who guaranteed a woman satisfaction every time.



The feeling of him slowly thrusting made Eleanor's toes curl upwards. He knew exactly what to do, exactly the right spots to hit. He hadn't forgotten any of that from when they were last together, five years ago.



Eleanor grabbed onto his jacket collar and pulled him even more forward. Breaking away from their kiss, she looked him in the eye and whispered, "I'm yours...I was always yours...there has never been anyone else...I've always loved you, Jack..."



Grinning quite literally from ear to ear with his scarred cheeks, he speeded up and went harder and rougher, remembering that was the way she really liked it. He kept his eyes on her's, starting to get breathless, and little beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Eleanor's body felt light and free...sexually, this man was heaven. She felt herself building and building, very quickly, tingling all over, until she shouted out his name at the height of ecstasy. And right after her, The Joker speeded up so fast that her head banged off the table, and he reached the height of his pleasure too, groaning with a husky, masculine noise. Still breathing heavily, he slowed right down again, until he stopped. He kept himself in her as they both tried to regain their composure, both still panting. The Joker's once slicked back hair had come loose and was hanging around his face, and his forehead glistened with perspiration. He pushed his hair back behind his ears, and withdrew himself from Eleanor, casually putting himself back in his pants and zipping them up again.



Eleanor laid there on the table, legs still apart, and she could feel his fluid seep out of her and soak her underwear. She hauled herself up onto her elbows and looked at The Joker, who was standing there in front of her, nonchalantly.



"You haven't lost your touch." she smiled.



"Yep - I know." The Joker agreed arrogantly, giving her a slap on the bare thigh. It stung, leaving a red mark on her pale skin.



He turned his back and headed towards the living room door.



"Hey! Wait, where are you going?" Eleanor called after him, jumping down from the table and catching up with him.



"Gotta go, sweet cheeks." The Joker said casually, as though nothing had just happened between them.



Eleanor blinked, completely confused. "But...why? We've just...I mean you can't just go like that, right after what we've done!"



The Joker stooped over her and kissed her neck. "I think you'll find, I CAN."



She grabbed hold of his arm. "I've missed you...please stay the night...please come to bed with me."



He peeled her hand from his arm. "Um, okay, let me think...NO."



Eleanor started to panic - not from any kind of fear as she had done before, but because she didn't want to just be used and abused by The Joker all over again, as she had been before.



"Please stay, Jack...I'll let you do anything, we can do it all night long in every damn way, if that's what you want!"



"As tempting as that offer is, I really gotta shoot off now, little bunny!" The Joker said quite happily, leaning in and placing a kiss on her lips. "I'll be...in touch." He clicked his tongue, gave her a wink, and walked out of the front door, slamming it behind him.



Eleanor ran to the window and watched him out of the curtains, as he walked briskly up the pitch black road, and out of her sight.



She collapsed down onto the couch, holding her head. "Fucking bastard!" she whispered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes. Her feelings for him were completely genuine. But he'd used and abused her, got what he wanted from her, and then fucked off again. He hadn't changed one bit. She knew then, that he couldn't have loved her. She went to the bathroom to clean her teeth, changed into her pyjamas, and went to bed, still with his fluid leaking out of her. She could still smell him on her body. She cried herself to sleep, angry with herself for letting all of this happen, for letting The Joker use her and then discard her, in the way that he did so well.