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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: So evil to poor Marie. Ms. Quinn won’t make this any easier for her.

Chapter Thirteen: Life Goes On?
    “Do you honestly think I’m that stupid Harleen?” Marie hissed. The dual dressed woman beside her pouted prettily as she adjusted her eyemask. For the past half-hour, the odd female had been begging her to go out with her; a fact that honestly stunned the Psychologist as much as it pissed her off. Did ‘Harley’ honestly think she would be stupid enough to go out with her, especially since she knew about how the golden haired criminal felt about Joker? There was also the fact that Joker and Crane had been gone for most of the day, the green haired man not seeming the least bit worried about leaving the pair alone.
    “I don’t know whatcha mean,” the demented female sing-songed in a her childish falsetto, fluttering her eyelashes in an attempt to look innocent. It had only been a few days and the female had already caused enough problems to give the Psychologist a pounding headache.
    “Joker hasn’t given me permission to go anywhere. He’s also out of radio contact if you remember correctly,” Marie gritted out through clenched teeth, shoving aside the rest of her breakfast. Her irritation had quickly made her lose her appetite and all she wanted to do was hide in Joker’s room. Just thinking about the small room brought back memories of her first night with Harley around.
    The older woman had practically thrown a tantrum over the straw haired female getting to stay in the killer’s room while she had to stay below with the henchmen. “Why dontcha put her in a cage where she belongs! It’s only a matter of time before she tries something stupid,” the spandex clad woman had protested during dinner, seemingly uncaring about the death glare her ‘boyfriend’ was giving her.
    “I don’t explain myself to anyone doll. You should know that by now,” the irritated murderer had hissed, cutting into his steak viciously as he pointedly avoided looking at the jester suit wearing female on his left side. Marie sat on his other side, staying as silent as possible as she ate. Her goal was to be as quiet and as small as possible, seem as non-threatening as she could.
    Unfortunately this only seemed to irritate Joker even more and straight up piss Crane off. The painfully thin male looked about ready to strangle Harley, the painted clown seeming to share the same sentiment as he glared down at his half full plate. “Marie, do not hide like a naughty puppy. Ya need ta, uh, stand up for yourself once in awhile. I can’t always be here ta protect ya,” the fuming criminal bit out before shoving his plate away and getting to his feet.
    “She ain’t nothing but a hostage Mistah J! She shouldn’t even be walking around free,” the indignant doctor turned psychopath snarled, getting to her own feet and slamming her open palms on the wood of the table.
    The loud sound caused the long battered woman to jolt out of sheer instinct and she immediately curled into a small ball out of habit. Seeing her like that set off the two males explosively, Jonathan shooting to his feet while Joker charged his haphazard partner. A purple gloved hand wrapped around the female’s throat as he slammed her against a wall, his painted, sneering face bare inches from touching hers. “If I wanted her locked up, she would be. Let this one go Harls,” the tux wearing male bit out, his hand tightening ever so slightly as Crane moved to check on the shaking Marie.
    “Aw come on, it’ll only take a few minutes,” came the falsely childish voice, drawing the former doctor out of her memories.
    “I don’t care how long the amount of time is, the answer will still be no. I’m not an idiot Harley. I know you’ve been jealous of me since you got here. I have told you over and over, there is nothing going on between Joker and I. He doesn’t even come into his room,” the golden haired twenty-eight year old sighed. So far, the dangerous woman had yet to do anything but Marie knew it was only a matter of time.
    “Sweetie, I know there’s nothing between you. What makes you arrogant enough to believe he would want you,” the other woman snarled vitriolically, her blue eyes holding faint disquiet despite her assured tone.
    The darker blonde only rolled her gray eyes before disposing of her leftovers and heading for the metal stairs that lead up to Joker’s room. Ever since the bitter criminal had arrived, the casually dressed doctor had found it easier to wait out the absence of her hosts in the tiny space. The door had a lock and not even Harley dared to venture inside without the volatile killer around. “Don’t ya even wanna know where I wanna go?” the older female that followed her whined, making Marie grit her teeth from extreme irritation.
    “No,” she supplied succinctly, slamming the door in black and white clad woman’s face before locking it.
    Once she was relatively safe, the weary ex-professional flopped on the dusty, ancient mattress; jostling a sleeping Jasper in the process. Giving her a disgusted look; the well fed cat yawned in her face and stretched lazily before hopping off the bed, moving a grand total of a couple feet to simply plopping on his side with a huff. “Thanks for your unending support Jas,” she chided playfully, laying on her back as she ran a purple nailed hand down her face. She was effectively a prisoner here and at a loss for what was going to happen next. If this were a normal situation, she would be doing her level best to escape but this had reached beyond the realm of normal long ago.
    Sighing, the twenty-eight year old sat up and grabbed one of her books from a pile on the dresser. To her horror and inner amusement, she looked down at the cover of ‘It’. Yep, the Universe had a shit sense of humor. Chuckling quietly, the sandy haired female made herself comfortable and began to read. Ironically, the book was one of her childhood favorites; a fact that was not lost on her. For some odd reason, a lot of her likes and preferences seemed slightly tied to Joker. Joker, just thinking about him brought up unwanted and horribly pleasant memories of dreams she had been having. Dreams of sweaty skin pressing on hers as he kissed her with scarred lips. Dreams of him taking her so sweetly, she thinks she’ll die. Shuddering at the pleasant tingles these flashes caused, the flustered woman forced herself to keep reading. She refused to let herself be controlled by anything, not even her errant lusts.
    Unfortunately she found herself defeated as soon as Pennywise was introduced. Instead of seeing the familiar image of Tim Curry in greasepaint in her mind, she saw the image of a grinning, fanged Joker. “That is more than enough of that,” she announced to the empty room, her heart thudding in her chest as she closed the book. That image had both been terrifying and distressingly erotic. As stuck as she was, it wouldn’t be long until she gave into her more base urges. The clown wasn’t unattractive, quite the opposite. His face was handsome despite and maybe because of the scars. His body also looked great in suit. There was also his scent. Everytime he was close to her it was all she could do to keep from rubbing her thighs together to gain some relief. As much as she hated to admit it, she was falling hard for the murderer.
    Running a hand down her face once again, she heaved a sigh as she began to pace nervously. All at once she really didn’t want to be here. All at once she wanted to run as far and as fast as she could and just hope he wouldn’t be able to find her. Even if she was let go, all she had to go back to was a life with Roger and working in Arkham. It would be inevitable that she would run into the pair again. She was in an impossible situation and all she wanted to do was curl up and have a good sob or run until she simply couldn’t move anymore. “How the Hell did this even happen? All I was doing was my job! Then he comes in and just throws a monkey wrench in the works. Granted that’s his M.O. but still!” she hissed quietly, hoping to Christ Harley wasn’t out there with her ear pressed to the closed door.
    As it turns out, the jealous female was doing just that; completely oblivious to the pair of footsteps ascending the metal stairs to her left. Joker, who was already pissed off due to an explosive failing to go off, grew even more livid when he saw the blonde crouched by his door. “What the fuck are ya, uh, doing,” he bit out, only feeling slightly gratified when the crazed criminal jolted and shot to her feet with a guilty look.
    “Mistah J! I... er, that is...,” the spandex wearing killer stammered, playing with one of her blonde ponytails nervously.
    Crane, who was just as furious as the man in front of him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to reign in ‘Scarecrow’. As gratifying as it would be to tear this little bitch apart, he couldn’t risk what that darker part of him would do to Dr. Jovian. “Harley, I’m only gonna say this once. If ya don’t leave my guest alone, I’ll, uh, have ta punish ya,” the ‘Clown Prince’ snarled, gesturing for his unlikely partner to go into the room without him. Giving the mass murderer a nod, Jonathan knocked on the locked entry.
    To her credit, Marie only nearly jumped to the ceiling instead outright flying to the rafters due to the gentle knocking. Taking a deep breath to calm herself; the purple t-shirt clad woman went to the door, unlocked it and swung it open to find a rather distressing scene. From the looks of it, Harley had been listening in and looked downright livid. She now knew the straw haired female wasn’t a traditional hostage. To be honest, the former psychologist wasn’t even sure of what she was herself. The pair almost treated her like a member of the crew, stopping short at making her participate in heists. Sighing, she stepped aside to let Jonathan in and closed the door. She had no more energy for worrying about her former colleague. Right now all she wanted to do was crawl in a dark corner and never come out again.
    Still, under that, there was a feeling of relief and freedom. Despite having every opportunity to, neither Joker or Crane had tried to manipulate or harm her. They were rarely home to begin with but when they were, they always had pleasant conversations with her. Beyond the fact that they killed people, it almost felt as if she was living with two men who were growing to be her best friends. Before he had escaped, she had already considered Crane a friend and had seen nothing but the same feeling reciprocated from him. For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid she was going to wake up to being beaten to death and that singular realization was overwhelming.
    All at once she began to cry, not from fear but from sheer relief. Then, to Jonathan’s honestly cute alarm, she began to let out peals of hysterical laughter as she doubled over and clutched her stomach. She had no way to tell him it was simply from how good she felt at the moment as she slipped to her knees, how utterly free and that it was all thanks to two murderers who haunted many a nightmare. The irony of all of this only made her hysterics grow as she flopped from sitting on her knees to her butt, tilted her head at the ceiling and fairly howled; tears of glee rolling down her marble cheeks. She was aware she must be quite the sight but honestly couldn’t care, simply continued to laugh out years of stress and fear.
    Jonathan placed his hands on her shoulders and shook her as she released laughter that sounded more like screams. “Dr. Jovian! What’s wrong?! Can you hear me?!” he yelled, trying to be heard over her hysteria. Unfortunately the distressing noise had reached Joker and he charged into the room with a briefly panicked look on his painted face. The black around his hazel eyes gave them a wide, frightened appearance as they looked around the room for Marie.
    “What happened?” the concerned killer hollered, moving inside and shutting the door behind him.
    “I have no idea! She preceded this with sobbing soon after I came in,” the former Psychiatrist yelled back, kneeling down so he was eye level with the cackling female.
    “Dr. Jovian!” he tried again, his voice gaining a desperate edge as he shook her harshly. Then he was being knocked harshly out of the way, looking up from his position on the floor to see Joker enveloping the broken woman in his arms.
    “Get out,” the ‘Clown Prince’ ordered over her laughter, his focus not on the other male at all. Instead his eyes were fixed on the laughing woman, his gloved hands beginning to play with her hair as he murmured quietly in her ear.
    Jonathan got to his feet slowly, giving his only true friend a worried look. He really didn’t relish the idea of leaving her alone with someone he considered a madman but he didn’t want to start a fight. Sighing, he opened the door and left; only to find his eyes landing on a seriously pissed Harleen. Just seeing her still standing there made rage rush through his veins anew. Barely containing ‘Scarecrow’, the former Psychiatrist closed the distance in two long steps. To her credit, the dual dressed blonde went from furious to scared in a split second; backing up until her back hit the steel railing. His bony hands flew to her shoulders as he pressed her hard against the cold metal. “Do as he says Harleen, leave this alone. Leave her alone,” the taller male snarled before releasing her and storming down the stairs.
    Harley glared at his t-shirt covered back before sticking her tongue out and returning her burning gaze to the closed door. In all her years with him, he had never allowed anyone into his room alone; not even her. She had forgotten that a few times and had always paid a painful price. Now he was allowing a woman to stay in there, a woman that wasn’t even really a hostage. There was only one thing all this could mean and she didn’t like it one bit. Gritting her teeth, the pigtail wearing criminal stormed downstairs and threw herself on the couch. No matter what, she had to get rid of this other woman. If that whore was gone, she was certain Mistah J would go back to loving her again. Turning the channel to ‘Looney Tunes’, the female clown began to make plans to rid herself of the homewrecker upstairs. She wasn’t aware of Crane watching her closely from the kitchen.
    Marie was fully aware of what was going on and was extremely shocked when Joker had basically knocked away his partner and gathered her in his arms. She was even more shocked when he began to pet her like a cat and murmured soothing things in her ear. As surprised as she was, this didn’t stop all her pent up stress and pain from leaving her via hysterical laughter. A fact that seemed to distress the killer that held her. In a flash he was pulling the leather off his hands with his teeth before he captured her moist face in his rough hands and forced her to look at him.
    Despite the scars that forced a smile on his face, the criminal looked oddly serious as his verdant eyes locked with hers. “Breathe with me Marie, I know ya can do it,” he whispered, breathing in through his nose slowly and breath out of his mouth just as slowly. Still cackling helplessly, Marie did as he asked; imitating him perfectly. Amazingly enough, this helped some of the laughter calm just slightly
    “Good, keep goin’ just like that,” he encouraged, relief briefly coming across his make-up coated face. It was so brief she had to wonder if she had just imagined it as she did as he suggested.
    Soon her laughter had trailed off into occasional, much more healthy sounding giggles. Then the purple clad murderer was pulling her to her feet, yanking her against him and pressing a hand to the small of her back. Just the heat of his palm was doing terrible things to her and the blonde swallowed thickly as her heart began to race. “Care to explain what that was about,” the clown murmured in a quiet voice that sent a chill of fear down her spine, effectively dousing the fire building in her core. Yet, under the fury in his hazel gaze, the ex-Psychologist saw a thin thread of fear that frankly confused her.
    “I just... you guys freed me. I mean, yeah I’m sorta stuck in this warehouse but I don’t have to worry about waking up to being beaten because I didn’t close the steel door I installed. Do you have any idea how liberating that is?” she replied around the giggles that still streamed past her lips despite the tenseness in the room.
    The hand on her back flexed as the killer took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly. For just a moment, she could have sworn she saw a deep hatred in those dead eyes. A hatred that seemed to be directed at her boyfriend. Well, technically ex-boyfriend now. Then it was gone and his ruby lips stretched into a frightening smile. “How would ya like to ,uh, go out with me and the boys tonight?” he hissed, something strange sparkling in his green eyes.
    “Uhhhh,” Marie breathed, the wash of terror that rushed over her effectively killing off the last of her hysteria.
    “Good! I knew you’d love ta come!” the green haired man exclaimed, squishing her to him before releasing her and heading to the door.
    “We’ll call it a date,” he declared, pulling his gloves and waving to her with his fingertips before heading out; leaving Marie to wonder just what had happened there.
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