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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 Fourteen
To my surprise, the Joker thinks on this decision for quite some time- all the while perched on my thighs, which begin to ache. Finally, he crawls off my legs and sits next to me. I quickly sit up and put some distance between us by scooting to the other side of the small bed.
The Joker smirks at this. “Oh please, don’t pretend like you weren’t looking forward to it. You’ll be counting down the days until the end of the month…when I can finally have you.”
“Yeah, and that’s why I was using all my energy to get away from you,” I spit back.
“Tsk, tsk,” the Joker says disapprovingly, shaking his head, “I won’t have you lying now. Admit it- you were excited to have me fuck you.”
“Did you want to hear the story about my scar or not?” I ask, ignoring his taunts.
The Joker laughs, “HA! Well, it’s not like I got off you for my health! Tell me the whole tale. And leave your shorts off,” he adds as he sees me reach for them, “I want to look at your scar while you tell me what happened. Come, sit by me, I won’t bite.”
I start to protest, but the Joker silences me with an icy stare. Grudgingly, I scoot back towards him and extend my leg in his direction. The Joker grabs it, drags me closer to him and stares intently at my scar. It’s a long, white, jagged streak that spans across the inside of my thigh, close to my pelvis. I cough softly, hoping he gets the message that I don’t want to be touched, but he doesn’t even look up. Sighing, I just decide to get this over with.
“Well, two years ago,” I start out, “at my high school graduation party, my friends and I had a little too much to drink. We started getting rowdy and I ended up falling through a window. Luckily, we were on the first floor so I didn’t fall but maybe two or three feet. Unluckily, I landed on some of the glass, which cut open my leg. I went to the hospital, the doctors stitched it up and I got the scar. That’s what happened.” I shrug my shoulders and meet eyes with the Joker. His face shows he is less than amused. In less than a second, he roughly pins me down on the bed and begins to unbuckle his pants.
“What are you doing!?” I shriek, “You promised…we made a deal!”
“We did, one that you didn’t follow through on,” the Joker spits at me. “You thought you could just lie to me and get away with it! No one lies to me!”
I admit I made up the story, but how did he know that? I wouldn’t have lied if I thought he’d find out.
“Hey come on now, get off,” I say as the Joker continues to struggle with his pants. In return the Joker brings his hand back and smacks me soundly on the face.
“Oww! Hey, I’m sorry, ok? I’ll tell you the truth. I’ll tell you the real story!” I wince as the Joker brings his hand back again, but the slap doesn’t come. Instead the Joker lowers his hand and frowns at me.
“Well geez, Elena that’s all I wanted! I wouldn’t have to threaten you all the time if you just told the truth!” he says exasperatedly as he climbs off my chest. “You’re stupid if you thought I would actually believe that half-assed story. Anyone could tell that scar’s not from glass.”
“I don’t think anyone could tell that. Most people don’t see the difference between scars. Besides, you can’t pretend you didn’t deserve it. You tried to back out of our other deal just a few minutes ago. Don’t be a hypocrite,” I dictate, sitting up again.
“I can be anything I want,” the Joker counters arrogantly, smacking his lips “and you would do well to not forget-you belong to me. Lying to you isn’t exactly a felony.”
“Yeah, but it’s rude all the same,” I mutter to myself.
Obviously I wasn’t quiet enough because the Joker hears and says nastily, “Do we need to have our little talk again about how I’m not a nice person? I thought you learned your lesson about that already?” I think back to that night when he pinned me down on the couch and lectured me about how everyone was evil. I definitely do not need a reminder.
I shake my head, “No, we don’t need to talk about that again, I remember.”
“Good!” the Joker says, clapping his hands together. “Now that you’ve gotten all that deceitfulness out of your system, tell me the real story about your scar.”
I really don’t want to tell him….but I know at this point I don’t have choice. “I already told you about how I attempted suicide,” I begin, “Right after that, my parents hospitalized me. It was a nice place, the staff was really helpful. However, there were a few people on my floor suffering from more than just the average mental illness. I’m sure you can relate to them,” I add pointedly. The Joker pretends to be offended.
“Surly, you don’t uh, mean me?” he asks mockingly. “I am perfectly sane; you’re crazier than I am.”
I ignore him and continue. “One night while I was sleeping, a schizophrenic patient known for his psychotic episodes slipped into my room. Somehow he had stolen a knife from the hospital kitchens. He climbed into my bed and tried to rape me. I fought against him, so he stabbed me with the knife and dragged it through my leg. My screams alerted the staff and they came before anything else could happen. At that point in my life, my self esteem was so low I didn’t even care. I thought I deserved to be hurt, to be used. Now I know better.” I look back at the Joker to gauge his reaction but he just continues to stare at my leg and trace the scar with his finger.
“I’m glad he didn’t rape you,” the Joker says, “I want to be the first one to do that.” He looks up at me calmly, as though we were talking about the weather or something just as trivial.
I make a face of disgust and pull my leg away. “When I said I know better now, I meant it. No one’s going to rape me, least of all you.”
“We’ll see,” is all the Joker responds with, before attacking my face with a sharp painful kiss, pushing me off the bed onto the floor, and waltzing out of the room.
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