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Laughter in the Dark	By : FlameWolf666 Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 9317 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Dark Knight or the Batman franchise. This story is just for fun and no profit will be made from it.

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Author’s Note: Oddly domestic isn’t it?

Chapter Twelve: Horrible Events
    He had been knocking on the door for half an hour now and he was stuck somewhere between deep rage and fear. Normally Marie would have answered by now and he gave the closed door one last bang before reaching in his jeans pocket for his keys. If she was in there and had been ignoring him, he was going to teach her a little lesson. Normally he wouldn’t lay a hand on her while sober but he simply wouldn’t tolerate her ignoring him. Opening the door with a glare on his face, Roger halted when he saw the state of his girlfriend’s apartment.
    It pretty much almost looked like a bomb had gone off, pieces of furniture, stuffing torn from the cushions, silverware and Marie’s clothes were strewn everywhere. On top of the table was a Joker card, making dread replace the rage from before. She hadn’t been avoiding him, she had been kidnapped. Swearing loudly, the former general dug out his cellphone, flipped it open and called some of his connections. “Hey, yeah we got a problem boys,” he snarled, picking up the card to crumple it up and toss it on the floor.
    Lunch had gone surprisingly well, Joker and Crane ushering her to sit on the couch after they were done eating. Soon she found herself bombarded by news reports about their escapes. All of Gotham seemed to be in a panic, making Marie wince. She knew she should be trying harder to notify the authorities but she knew that would only cause more problems for her. There was no guarantee they would show up at all and she would have to deal with a pair of betrayed psychopaths before they showed up. As selfish as it sounded, she simply didn’t want to deal with whatever torture would happen if she dared to try turning them in.
    As if he could sense her thoughts, the clown beside her stared down at her with an intense gaze. “You don’t have to worry about me. You aren’t a threat to my family so I could care less what you do to Gotham,” the Psychologist sighed, finding her words rang disturbingly true. It wasn’t that she didn’t care about the innocent people that could be hurt, it was just that she couldn’t really afford to care in this situation. She hadn’t been able to afford to care for years thanks to Roger and the constant threat he was to her mother, sister and nieces. If she couldn’t bring herself to care about her own life, how could she be expected to care for strangers?
    “Are you okay Dr. Jovian? You’re handling this a lot better than I thought you would,” Jonathan murmured from her other side, his blue eyes full of worry for her.
    “Marie now Jonathan. Not much reason to call me a doctor anymore. It’s not exactly like I can go back to Arkham. I suppose you two were expecting screaming, begging, crying and escape attempts. To be honest, I don’t see much point. I am vastly outnumbered and you are treating me much better than I have been in years. I don’t really want to risk whatever pleasantness we have with what would ultimately be a fruitless action. In short, it’s in my best interest to just go with it,” the blonde sighed, giving a tired smile to her former patient as she patted his long, bony hand. The gaunt male only arched a brow as he pursed his lips.
    “What did that bastard have over you?” the former Psychiatrist hissed, darting forward to grab her face suddenly; making her heart jolt with fear briefly.
    “Crane,” came a steely voice full of warning from Joker, making Jonathan look up to shoot the other criminal a glare.
    “You haven’t been around her for as long as I have! You didn’t see how she was... before,” the thin male snarled, his bony fingers twitching on her cheeks.
    “Let. her. go,” the male that sandwiched her hissed, his voice very nearly a growl.
    “Easy Jonathan. It’s okay,” the blonde whispered, ignoring the threat on her left for the man holding her face. Thankfully the killer was more than willing to refocus on her, releasing her with a sigh.
    “I’ll... I guess I might as well tell you both at the same time,” the former Psychiatrist sighed, turning to give Joker a placating smile.
    The painted male narrowed his eyes, the black around them making them look even more frightening. His red lips were pursed as his green gazed shifted from her to Crane. It almost looked as if the ‘Clown Prince’ was jealous, an idea that she rapidly shrugged off. Joker barely knew her, there was no way her friendship with her former patient would make him jealous. “Fine, let’s move this conversation to my office,” the tux wearing killer murmured before getting to his feet.
    Marie could only look up for a moment before following at a leisurely pace. She honestly didn’t relish having this conversation with these two men but she honestly saw little choice. Thinking about it over the short snack she had, the former doctor had come to the conclusion that she couldn’t hide Roger’s connections anymore. Especially around someone like the Joker. The clown was well known for having most of the underground under his thumb, it wouldn’t be long before he found out anyway. She was so lost in these thoughts that she didn’t even notice they were in the murderer’s office until the door slammed shut.
    Looking up at the pair that was currently blocking her only exit, the blonde saw Crane looked concerned and confused while the painted killer next to him simply looked pissed off and impatient. “Would this have anything to do with what I tried to get out of ya earlier?” the purple clad male gritted out, his hazel eyes flashing with his rage as his gloved hands twitched by his sides.
    “A bit, just what you actually need to know about,” the twenty-eight year old answered calmly, clasping her hands in front of her as she gauged their reactions. Crane still looked confused while Joker looked on the verge of losing what little patience he had.
    “Roger has... extensive connections in the underground. Some of them even stem into law enforcement and government. The people he knows could find me in an instant if he wished for it,” she whispered, avoiding their gazes as she suddenly found a caricature of Batman on the wall very interesting, Yes, the use of different colored darts really made a statement about this crude drawing.
    “So yer sayin’ yer ex is on the same level as me?” the make-up wearing killer hissed, the sound of leather tightening filling the small room. Yep, the grotesque bat head on a human body was sheer genius!
    “He’s not a criminal and he holds no power of his own but he has made himself some powerful friends,” she found herself responding calmly, her vision narrowing to focus on the ink and pencil sketch pinned on the wall by a tack. As strange as the drawing was, it was oddly anatomically correct; as if the artist had cared about it in their own way.
    Things went oddly silent, before Joker’s voice came again; sounding as if it was coming from very far away and from deep underwater. “Craney, give us a few again would ya,” he snarled, very nearly making her heart stop in her chest as panic began to fill her. This was it, she was going to die at the hands of a former patient. At least the infamous villain would make it quick and painless. Forcing herself to keep her stormy eyes on the drawing, the blonde tried to slow her racing heart. Whatever happened, she would handle it with dignity.
    Crane heaved a sigh before leaving and shutting the door, the sound of it closing like a hammer on a coffin nail.. Doing her best to keep her shaking to a minimum, the ex-psychologist just keep her eyes on the scrap of paper as a pair of boots began to approach her. “Anything else that could be a potential danger that you’re keeping from me? What about these family members you’re so secretive about? Are they in law enforcement? Is that why you haven’t made any attempts to escape or fight?” the killer bit out, a gloved hand shooting out to grip her chin and yank her head to face him.
    Grey eyes met hazel and Marie gathered her courage to turn to meet her fate head on. ‘It won’t hurt like with Roger,’ played over and over in her head like a sick mantra as she forced herself to keep eye contact. Yet, when he saw her resignation, the criminal released her and took several steps back; his leather covered hands flexing as they fell to his sides. “No, there’s no one in my family you have to worry about. Not even Mr. Mickleson. Oh Dave would look but he doesn’t have any connections that would help him,” she confessed, her gaze never wavering as her fear slowly ebbed away.
    “How do I know yer tellin’ the truth!” the enraged criminal hissed, running a hand through his dyed hair.
    “What do I have to gain from lying to you? A return to a life where I’m beaten once a year? Sure it isn’t that often, but it’s usually so severe that I seriously think about skipping work the next day. In a job where consistency is essential for my patients, I don’t take something like that lightly. You only saw the results once and, trust me, I got off easy that time. I finally have an easy out from that life, do you really think I’m stupid enough to throw it away?” she replied, a bit surprised by the words that came out of her mouth. Sure her life with Roger had been Hell but she hadn’t meant to spew all of that out in front of someone like Joker. Lord only knew how he was going to use this information against her.
    It was then a realization hit her like a ton of bricks and she let out a hysterical titter of laughter that startled them both badly. It didn’t really matter if he used her anymore, did it? She was essentially now more dead than she had ever been when she was with Roger. At least she had been able to contact her family. Now she couldn’t even risk picking up a phone for fear of Crane or Joker mistaking it for an attempted escape. Even if she could call her loved ones, what exactly could she tell them? She couldn’t tell them where she was or even who she was with. The moment they brought her here, she had become dead to all who knew her. “You know, it’s silly to try to keep anything from you anymore. I might as well tell you my whole fucking life story, it’s not as if we don’t have the whole rest of our lives to get to know eachother,” she giggled, her voice shaky and holding a slightly crazed edge as her vision doubled with tears.
    In seconds one of her shoulders was grasped in a harsh, leather covered grip right before she got slapped sharply on the still bruised side of her face. All at once reality came back in a rush, her earlier hysteria fleeing for clarity as she found herself staring up at a glowering mass murderer. “Don’t go losin’ your shit now doc. I ain’t got time ta pick ya back up right now,” he hissed as he shoved her back towards his bed. The backs of her knees hit the mattress, forcing her to plop onto the piece of furniture with a quiet ‘oomph’.
    “I believe ya ‘bout yer family, at least for now. We don’t exactly have a lot of extra rooms so you’ll be sleeping in here. I have a lot of shit to get caught up on so the place’ll likely be empty tomorrow,” the decorated criminal gritted out, his expression somewhere between impatience and anger.
    “Oh and if anyone shows up without me, give me a call with this,” he ordered, tossing a small, black phone at her. Marie caught it before giving the ‘Clown Prince’ a confused look. In all the commotion, she had forgotten to question; why had she been brought here in the first place?
    “Uh, thanks. I’m just a bit confused... I just realized that I’m literally no one important. Why on Earth did you and Crane kidnap me?” the dirty blonde whispered, looking at the rather old cellphone. The thing looked like it had come straight from the 90’s and probably only had one number in it’s tiny memory.
    “I thought I answered that way back in Arkham. I want you Marie and when I want something,” he rumbled his voice getting closer and closer before she looked up to find his lipstick coated mouth nearly brushing hers, “I take it,” he finished with a low growl that made her toes curl and a slow burn start up in her lower belly. Then he was turning and walking out the door, leaving behind a very confused, distressed Psychologist. Heaving a sigh, she laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling as she tried to figure out what to do.
    ‘She lay on purple silk sheets as the scarred criminal hovered above her, his bony chest heaving. Lust and need boiled within her core as her arms reached up to wrap around his neck. “Mister J,” she purred as he smirked down at her with an almost loving expression.
    “Mmmm, what do ya want kitten?” he purred in his nasally voice before his crimson coated lips latched onto a pink nipple and sucked.
    “Oooooo, I want you inside me,” she sighed, spreading her legs for the green haired man that was pinning her down with his weight alone.
    “If you, uh, insist,” he rasped, his tip on the verge of entering her aching passage when they were interrupted by a shrill scream of excitement.’
    Marie jolted upright, unsure of what to be disturbed by first. There was the fact that she was in a killer’s bed and it looked like she had been tucked in rather carefully. Then there was the fact she was still feeling the burning, pulsing anticipation in her loins from her dreams. Finally, as if to top off this perfect shitstorm of a night, it sounded as if there was some very loud female company downstairs. Company that sounded suspiciously like... oh fucking Hell.
    In an instant she was awake and looking around for any trace of things that belonged to her. Unfortunately signs of her presence were everywhere. Stacks of her clothes were on a dresser with her cat sleeping right on top. There were a few stacks of her books and movies as well, making her nervousness grow. If that was Harleen down there and she came up her, she was bound to think she and Joker had been together for months. “Fucking shit. Why do you hate me God? Did I do something to piss you off in a former life? Whatever it was, I’m sorry already!” the former doctor hissed at the ceiling as she heard bootsteps running up the metal stairs.
    “I’m so happy to hear ya got out Puddin! I got so much to tell ya about what I’ve been up to since you were gone!” came a slightly ditzy, highly unwelcome voice as the doorknob jiggled and turned.
    In slow motion, Marie watched as the door swung open; time seeming to stop entirely as the jester suit clad female turned her head and saw her. Blue met gray as the blonde felt her heart halt in her chest. All joy slowly fell off the costumed female’s face as confusion and a bit of rage began to replace it. Then her gaze was moving to take in the rest of the room, her black and red lips pursing as her fury began to take dominance. “Seems some hussy moved in while ya were gone darlin’,” the ex doctor hissed, venom in her voice as she tore of her ridiculous, dual colored jester cap.
    Then the unnaturally pale female was launching herself at her fellow Psychologist, a crazed look on her decorated face. Just before her black and red nails would have met Marie’s neck, a deadly voice came from the doorway; stopping the crazed female in her tracks. “If you touch her, I will fucking kill you Harleen,” it hissed, the tone holding deadly promise.
    “What? B-but you never let anyone in your office without permission,” the blonde replied, her voice sounding oddly childish as she spun to give the livid killer a pout.
    “Well that would mean she has permission wouldn’t it?” Joker snarled, his mid tone voice dripping with false sweetness as he moved into the room. Then, with the grace of a big cat, the villain was placing his body between his girlfriend and the stunned female he had kidnapped.
    The woman Marie had known as Harleen gave her former patient a slack-jawed look before her ice blue eyes slowly moved to lock on her. The doctor felt a shiver go through her body as she felt sheer, concentrated hatred shot at her through that glance. “What makes her so special,” the petulant female whined, stomping a curly booted foot as she pouted at the green haired man between them. Joker only released a low, impatient growl before he wrapped a loose arm around his... girlfriend? Harleen certainly acted like he was her boyfriend but the murderer acted oddly aloof around her. In fact, in almost seemed as if it disgusted him to even touch her.
    “Do I really need ta explain myself to ya? Why don’t ya go wait for me downstairs?” he purred, his voice full of honey that sounded false. The fact that the woman dressed like a jester accepted it with a sappy smile only served to increase Marie’s concerns about herself. How long would it be before she was a carbon copy of this woman? How much of what occurred between her and the Joker had been a game to get closer to her?
    “Okay! You know best Mistah J!” the cheerful, flaxen haired female chirped, the odd echo of the Psychologist’s dream making her shudder. Then the intruder was gone, leaving behind a rather still, quiet criminal.
    “You were out for quite some time. At least the rest of yesterday and most of today. So far there hasn’t been any word about Roger looking for you but it’s early yet. Would ya like something to eat?” he announced, turning to give her an odd grin; acting as if nothing had happened.
    “I, er... is she gonna be a problem?” the straw haired female asked, her gray gaze moving to the door her former colleague had left through.
    “Harley? Nah, she knows better than to break my toys. Still, I wouldn’t make any, uh, plans to go out with her alone,” he advised, a worried look briefly crossing his make-up coated face.
    A sudden rush of footsteps running up the metal stairs broke the moment; startling the pair as Jonathan rushed into the room. “Harley’s downstairs,” he gasped, his baby blue eyes full of fear as his gaze landed on Marie.
    “Trust me, we’ve met,” the Psychologist sighed, pinching her nose as Crane came the rest of the way into the room. It was already bad enough that she had ‘Scarecrow’ and Joker to watch out for; with Harley Quinn thrown in the mix, there was no telling just what would happen next.
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