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Living in Darkness- HIATUS/editing ch 19-25	By : Meursault Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 9298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, nor any of the characters from it. I have not and will not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters are fiction. Story is set after the Dark Knight movie by Christopher Nolan.

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Chapter Thirteen
The next few days are pretty uneventful. Even the Joker knows better than to run around with a busted leg. As a result, he stays at the house with me. At first, I freak out a bit since I don’t think I can survive with the Joker 24/7. However, I soon come to learn it’s not too terrible. Like a lot of people, the Joker is definitely calmer and nicer when he’s hurt. He makes me bring him his meals in bed and read to him but besides that I’m allowed to just entertain myself around the house. It’s almost like he’s not here. I admit there are times I seek out his company when I get lonely. The best part about him being hurt is he hardly tries to touch me. The farthest he goes is when we’re sleeping he wraps his arms around me, almost in a loving way. It doesn’t bother me too much since I fall asleep pretty quickly.
I truly begin to enjoy having him around after the first day. When he’s not making rude comments at me, he’s actually pretty amusing. Of course, this kind of peacefulness can only last so long.
It’s the sixteenth day since I’ve been here and the fourth day since the Joker’s been hurt. At this point, I’ve unintentionally let my guard down. I can’t help myself; the Joker’s been so nice and civil.
In the early afternoon when I walk into the bedroom, I’m not surprised to see the Joker snoozing on the far side of the bed. What I don’t expect however, is the wrapped parcel on the bedside table. It’s rectangular and slightly heavy, wrapped in blue paper. There’s a note attached that reads, ‘To Elena- thanks for taking care of me. Love, J.’ I smile and unwrap the present. It’s a book of philosophy by Nietzsche. I’ve read a little by him but not much and I wonder if the Joker has. It’s a thick, dense book with small lettering but looks interesting. I feel touched that the Joker would get something for me. I mean, he did actually have to think through what I would like. Maybe I was wrong about him; maybe he just needed a friend.I glance at his sleeping figure, he doesn’t look that dangerous...just misunderstood maybe? I shake my head irritably; I know I can’t be thinking such things. Even if he is being kind, it doesn’t make him a good person.
Crawling up on the bed, I set the philosophy book aside and pull out the one I’m currently reading. Flipping through the pages, I’m nearing the last couple of chapters of Brave New World. I’ve read it before but it’s one of my favorite dystopian society novels. As I begin to read, I suddenly feel nervous, twitchy. I ignore the feeling and continue to read. The feeling doesn’t go away, but only increases as the minutes pass. Finally I look up and see that the Joker is not dozing, but staring at me intently.
I smile sweetly at him and put my hand out to rub his shoulder (yes- thinking back on it now, I realize how stupid it was) “How are you doing?” I ask.
The Joker doesn’t respond, just continues to stare at me. “I got your gift,” I say, motioning to the book on the table. “Thank you, it was nice of you to think of me.”
Again, he doesn’t respond, but stares at me with his green eyes. Something odd flashes behind those eyes, something dark.
I pick up Brave New World again and continue to read. After a few more minutes I glance back at him. He is still staring at me. Fed up with this weird game I ask, “What’s up?” and then start laughing as he only stares back, blinking slowly.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I grumble, finally getting slightly creeped out. His mouth twitches a little, and he mumbles something inaudible.
“What did you say?” I ask, leaning closer.
He grins at me, and says overly clearly, “I asked if you could check my ban-da-ges. I want to know if I’m ah, well enough to start my job again tomorrow.”
“Because there’s no point giving the city a break from chaos if you don’t have to, right?” I laugh, crawling across the bed towards him as he sits up.
“Exactly.” he responds, “People will start thinking they’re safe again. We can’t let that happen.”
I remove the bandages and look at his leg. The gash has scabbed up completely and there are no signs of infection. The stitches have been holding up nicely as well. I give myself a little mental pat on the back for that one. I can add it to the inventory of random things I know how to do.
“It’s almost completely healed,” I tell him. “As long as you don’t mess with it, you’ll be ok. You should be able to get out again if you really want to.”
“That’s what I was hoping for.” He says grabbing my hand in his. His palm feels warm and moist. “Although I’m uh, anticipating getting back to work, I must admit I have had a good time with you the last few days.”
“Me too actually,” I confess. “I’ve been more relaxed, it’s like you’re a different person.” The Joker laughs at this. “No, I’m serious,” I continue. “It’s like I’m on vacation or something now that I don’t have to worry about…” I trail off, not really wanting to finish the sentence.
But the Joker catches on, “That you don’t have to worry about what? Worry about me? Worry that I might… I don’t know, do this?” He swings his hand back suddenly. I close my eyes and dip my head, anticipating a stinging slap. Instead, I feel his fingers lighting caressing my face. They trail across my cheek and cup my chin, lifting my face so I’m facing him.
“I would never hurt you Elena,” the Joker whispers. “When I first brought you here, I assumed you’d be no more than an entertaining toy. Fun to fuck with, use, and occasionally talk to but nothing else. But now I see you as something more.” He gently tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, “You’re a good person. You deserve to be treated with uh, respect. And I apologize for not giving you that sooner.”
I frown slightly as I search his face, but only find sincerity. “Um, thank you.” I reply. “I’m glad that we’ve finally reached an understanding.”
The Joker smiles widely and says “Me too.” He then pulls me in close so our lips are centimeters apart. I feel his warm breath on my face and close my eyes. Suddenly, that voice in the back of my head- the one that shows up when I’m about to do something incredibly stupid- perks up and little sirens go off in my ears. I blink my eyes open and pull harshly away from the Joker seconds before he leans forwards. That was way too close, what was I thinking? I quickly climb off the bed and smooth my clothes.
“I think I should go get dinner started,” I stammer and feel a wave of fear as I look back at the Joker to see him staring lividly at me.
“It’s only three o’clock,” the he counters coldly.
I pause, and then say, “yes but it’ll take me awhile to uh, to make it today.” I turn and start to walk out of the room when the Joker calls to me.
“Hey Elena!” I stop, still facing the door. “Elena,” he says again through gritted teeth, as though trying to control some rage, “Turn around.”
I turn around and look at him. He’s still lounged on the bed, but crouched, like he’s ready to spring and attack. He motions me forward and with heavy footsteps I walk towards him. When I’m standing right in front of him, he grabs my hands roughly.
“So tell me, what’s it going to take for you to give in?” he says cruelly, “You want me to buy you a pony? You want me to paint your nails? What’s the deal?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Is it the scars? Do they freak you out too much? Maybe we should give you some of your own.” He throws me like a rag doll onto the bed and straddles me. I yelp in shock and beat against his newly healed leg as he flips out a switchblade. The Joker grunts in pain as I continue to hit him.
“Hey, hey, hey! Stop wiggling!” The Joker grabs my arms and pins them forcibly above my head. As he slides the knife in my mouth, I cease moving, not wanting to slice myself open.
“Now let’s see, how wide should we make your smile?” the Joker asks himself. I can’t help as tears begin to leak from my eyes.
“Please,” I mumble carefully around the knife. “Please, I don’t know what you want. Just talk to me.” The Joker, smiling at me, takes the knife out of my mouth, lets go of my arms and slides off my stomach. I stare in confusion, gingerly touching my jaw, not believing I’m still unscathed.
“Maybe now you’ll answer my question.” The Joker say, directing my attention back to him. I look about in confusion and shrug my shoulders.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
“To put it plainly for your miniscule female brain: why won’t you kiss me Elena?”
“I honestly don’t know why I felt any desire to in the first place,” I explain.
“I do,” the Joker says grinning.
I cross my arms over my chest, “Oh really, pray tell me why.”
“Stockholm Syndrome. I stopped hurting you, and you took that as a sign that I’m a good person.”
“I know you’re not a good person, you’re a psychopath. And I doubt it was Stockholm Syndrome, I know enough about it to not get it.”
The Joker looks annoyed. “You obviously don’t know that much about it then,” he contradicts. “Just because you’ve studied it doesn’t mean you’re immune. Your mind’s starting to play tricks on you Elena. But anyways, answer the question.”
I frown at him and stand up. “I’m not going to willingly kiss you because no matter how nice you pretend to be, you’re a monster. You kill people for fun, you kidnap people,” I gesture to myself, “You’ve threatened my family and I just when I started to like you…you know what? I hate you!” I spit out. The Joker begins to laugh ridiculously loud, holding onto the bed so as not to fall off. I stand in silence, waiting for him to finish, looking forward to the end of this stupid ‘lecture’.
“That was….ah…that was funny!” The Joker laughs out in breaths. “I love it when you go on your little rants, it’s so wretchedly cute! Hey, but you can’t get mad at me for trying, right? If controlling myself for a few days would ah, get me what I want, it’s worth a shot!”
“You played nice just so I would kiss you?” Even I have to admit, that was a lot of effort in exchange for something so trivial.
The Joker slaps his forehead and groaned. “Elena, despite everything you’ve been through, you are still so naïve and stupid sometimes.” He then stands up, and takes a few steps towards me while I take a few steps back. “Do you not remember our deal? If you kiss me, then I get to fuck you.” The Joker eyes me darkly, scanning my body. A shiver goes up my spine and the room suddenly seems colder. “And it almost worked,” he curses to himself.
“Sorry I ruined your fun,” I say coolly, “maybe you should try again and be nice for a few more days.”
“Nah,” the Joker spits, matching my tone, “I’ll have to try something else to get you to break.”
“I’m not going to break!” I shout of him, my hands clenched into fists, “I’ve learned my lesson not to trust you. I’m not making that mistake again.”
A smile twitches on the edge of his lips, “It won’t matter in a few weeks. Once the month’s over, I get to fuck you whether you’ve kissed me or not.”
“No, not happening,” I yell, angry now, which is probably what he wanted. “I am never going to have sex with you, never.”
The Joker chuckles, “You will. And if you don’t, I’ll kill you, and ah, and your sisters too. Do it for them Elena, don’t you want your sisters to live?” As he continues to laugh, I shoulder past him. Before I can reach the door however, he grabs me by the waist and throws me on the bed for the second time within the hour. My head hits the back wall and I moan in pain, my eye blurring with unstoppable tears. I blink them away and I feel the Joker’s heavy body on top of mine. For some reason, I don’t resist. I’m too tired to fight right now.
“Why do you have to do this?” I ask softly. “Why do you have to pin me down and threaten me every time I do something to piss you off? Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong, like a normal person?”
“You make a good point,” the Joker agrees. He leans down close to my face, so his breath tickles my ear. “But I like hurting you, I like seeing you struggle.”
            “Then you’re out of luck, I’m not going to struggle anymore. How about you just GET OFF!” Now that I know he likes seeing me fight back, I refuse to give it to him… for now at least.
            “Here’s the problem,” the Joker begins, “I was horny today to begin with, but seeing you all riled up and feeling betrayed has made me more horny and-”
            “I’m not helping you with that,” I say through gritted teeth. “Why don’t you hire a prostitute or something?”
            The Joker tsks at me. “But I don’t want a prostitute Elena, I want you. My plan was to weaken you enough so you’d willingly give yourself to me, buuuuut I don’t see that happening anytime soon. I just can’t wait anymore; a man has needs you know!” It becomes clear he wants to do more than just smack me around, so I break my brand new vow of no struggling and push against his legs. The Joker ignores my efforts and whispers in my ear, “Besides, it’ll be way hotter when you cry tears of hate as I shove myself in you.”
            I scream in anger and begin swinging weak punches at his face. Only one lands, before he pulls away and sits upright on me, giggling all the while. I shove and shove but cannot move him off an inch. “GET OFF ME!” I scream, “GET OFF ME, YOU UGLY SHIT FACE! WE MADE A DEAL!”
            Then Joker dodges my flailing arms and begins to unbutton my shorts. I take a deep breath and say calmly, staring into his eyes, “We made a deal; you have to wait. It’s just a few weeks! I thought you were a man of your word.” I say, throwing his own words back at him again. The Joker ponders this for a moment and then smiles, leans down again, saying breathily, “I lied.”
“NO! NO!” I cry, clawing at his legs as he continues to unbutton my shorts, “STOP IT, STO-uhhhhh”
            I gasp as the Joker knocks the wind out of me with a swing of his elbow. I can’t breath and feel lightheaded. When I finally come to, the Joker is yanking down my shorts. “Stop it!” I yell, a little weaker now due to dizziness. I kick my legs like a maniac and thrust my hips up and down, trying to unseat him.
            “Wow, someone’s anxious!” the Joker laughs, “Don’t worry sweetie, I’m almost done.” He scoots down pulling my shorts free from my legs. Since he’s seated right above my feet, I take the opportunity to kick him where in hurts. The Joker growls and smacks me on the face, making it sting richly. I try to ignore the pain and fight back, grabbing the Joker by his nasty green hair and pulling as hard as I can. His arm is close to my mouth, so I lean over and bite down firmly on the exposed flesh. The Joker yells out in pain and flips out his knife. “Enough!” he screams as he stabs me lightly in the hip. Although the wound is pretty shallow for a knife, it still hurts like hell. I cry out and grab my side with both hands. They come back smeared in blood. I press down on the wound, trying to stop the flow. It isn’t until a few seconds pass when I realize the Joker isn’t trying to rape me anymore. In fact, he’s just sitting on my legs, staring at my inner thigh.
            “Stop it.” I wince, the cut in my hip stinging fiercely. “Stop staring at me.” I try to use one of my hands to cover my thighs, but the Joker slaps it away flippantly. He then strokes my left thigh with his finger, hypnotized with whatever he finds there.
            “Where did you get this?” he asks me calmly, as if he hadn’t been attacking me a few seconds ago. It takes me a moment before I realize he’s talking about the scar I have there, the scar I’ve tried so hard to forget about.
            “I said, where did you get this?” he asks a little more roughly, drawing his eyes away from the scar to stare into mine.
            “If I tell you, you have to let me go.” I say, hesitantly. The Joker laughs allowed at this, ruffling my hair, tugging a few strands out in the process.
            “Oh, Elena, I’m not going to let you leave! What would be the fun in that? You should know better than to ask by now.”
            “I didn’t mean it like that. If I tell you, you can’t have sex with me today. You have to wait until the end of the month, like you promised.” The Joker frowns and rubs his chin.

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