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The Joker's Concubine	By : Jokersconcubine Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 17805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The next evening, Desiree walked through the front door, and found herself in another world. The room had been transformed with red roses covering every possible surface. She spun around, feeling dizzy from the spray of red color which assaulted her eyes from every corner.

She stepped into her bedroom as though stepping through a dream and saw him standing there. He was dressed to the hilt of his unusual finery. Suit, gloves, vest, tie, overcoat. She glanced towards her bed and saw the white lace sheets covered in a spray of rose petals. It must have taken him hours to do this.

“Hello, Desiree.” He gave her a small smile and opened his arms to her. She ran to him, throwing her arms around him and burying her head against his chest.

“This is so beautiful…nobody has ever done anything like this for me before.” He stroked her soft hair and tipped her shining face up to him.

“I know.” He leaned towards her and a gave her a long, lustful kiss. His tongue softly caressed her own, as his hands reached behind to her to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor, and she pressed her form harder against his. His scarred lips trailed down her slender neck as he unsnapped her bra. “Hmm..” he murmured, cupping her full breasts in his gloved hands. His head dipped down to capture one hard nipple between his lips. She felt heat blossom within her as he lightly flicked his tongue over it.

“Lie down,” he whispered. She backed away from him, and lowered herself to the edge of the bed. The room was filled with that beautiful, aphrodisiac smell of fresh roses. She lay down upon the satiny pillows. In this room, with him looking at her with those dark eyes, she felt like a virgin all over again. This was the moment she’d be waiting for so long…the moment when she could reclaim that which had once been taken by force, and give it to another in love.

She knew now why he had put her to the test the previous night. He had to know. He had to know for sure that she had genuinely cast off her concepts of right and wrong before he would consider her “pure” enough to consummate his feelings.

He slowly undressed, with precise, determined movements. Desiree watched him, her heart near to bursting with love and passion for this strange, bizarre man. She knew, in that moment, that he did love her, even if he never admitted it. All those times he’d shied away from intercourse, all those times he had only watched from afar as she enjoyed her own pleasures…it all made sense now. He wouldn’t lie with just anyone. It had to be someone…like him.

She knew that it had been the intimacy of that act which had so disturbed him. He just couldn’t be that close to someone who didn’t understand the way he thought and viewed the world. But now, now that he knew she was like him, that she could pull the trigger, that she could wallow in her own perversions and never feel guilty for it later…now he knew that he could open himself up to her. It all made perfect sense.

Yes, he was a madman, and a killer, and all those things they called him on the evening news. But he was also just a man, who just wanted someone who’d listen, someone who would understand him.

She realized that he had done horrible, humiliating things to her, but always in the name of something noble and grand. He had saved her, at a time when her world had been dark and dreary, filled with despair and the haunting shadows of her past, her fears, and her insecurities.

Now, her black world was pierced with rays of light, shining through all the old demons. She had taken ownership of that darkness, and refused to let it be the ruler of her world. She had made it her friend, as he had told her to long ago.

She didn’t need God anymore. Or the Devil. Those crutches upon which she had leaned for so long. She had lost that faith so completely that she didn’t even feel an emptiness where it used to be. It was as if it were never there, and she had always been this, this free and unfettered spirit following her heart completely. Love does set people free. She knew that now, and her love for him was the beacon that had led her through stormy waters and brought her safe to shore.

He came to the bed and gently lay beside her. He kissed her lips again, passionately and tenderly, as he’d never done before.

He’s accepting it…he accepting that even a man such as he can love.

“Desiree…my desired one.” Those words didn’t haunt her anymore. When he said them, they were beautiful and uplifting. “You have turned out better than I could have ever hoped.” He reached for a rose from the vase on the bed stand.

Leaning on one side, he gently ran the soft, luscious petals down the side of her face. She whimpered as he drug the rose down through the hollow of her throat, and across the sensitive flesh of her breast.

He looked at her as though he had never seen her before. His eyes were filled with something she had never seen in them. This is what it looks like when a killer falls in love.

“You are mine,” he whispered, dragging the rose across her belly, and down to the beautiful mark she bore below it. He tickled her mound, tracing the form of the J just as he had the night he marked her.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Yours, always yours.” He kissed her neck, nibbling gently at it he continued teasing her with the rose. He pressed the sharp thorns of the stem against her aching nipples, and she arched her back wishing for more. He pressed more sharply, until a single drop of blood appeared. She buried her hands in his green-hued hair as he licked the blood from her.

Tossing the rose aside, he spread her thighs with one hand and looked deeply into her eyes. Her heart raced with passion for him as she felt him pressed against her, nudging teasingly against her wet opening. “Please,” she begged him. “Please, I’ve waited so long.”

With another deep, tongue-thrusting kiss, he suddenly buried himself in her. Her nails dug into his back as she moaned into his mouth.

She felt as though a journey of centuries had finally been completed. He was everything she had ever ached for or wanted. He was everything perfect and beautiful all at once. He was chocolate and Christmas morning and ice cream and sunsets all rolled into one.

The feelings of love that overcame her threatened to shatter her very sanity, so deep were they. And yet, she clung to him, feeling him move within her and thought, I have come home. I have found my home and my belonging.

His scarred lips whispered against her ear as his weight pressed against her. “Do you feel better now?” he asked. She murmured an assent. “Do you feel…redeemed? Salvaged?”

“Yes,” she answered, so full of her own emotions that she could scarce breathe. “I feel saved…clean and pure…and…” she hesitated. “And loved.”

“I know you do.” He gave a low giggle in her ear as he continued making love to her. It grew slowly into a chuckle and she laughed with him. Suddenly though, it had become a deep, full-throated laugh, and then a mad and insane cackle that racked his body even as he moved within her. It took on a life of its own, growing into an uncontrollable, maniacal fit, and she looked up at him in confusion.

His dark eyes met her own. “Desiree, Desiree, Desiree. You are so…fun.” A confused half smile flitted across her face.

“Do you know what else I think would be fun?” he whispered. “To take some deprived and insecure person, and guide them all the way up a rough and rocky mountain. Stay at their side through windstorms and snow and rough terrain and days of starvation.” His voiced remained calm as he leisurely fucked her. “To take them to the very pinnacle of this tall and dangerous mountain, show them safely all the way up. Stand back as they look down upon this grand view, this amazing vista of truth and beauty.” He paused. “And then…then walk behind them. Take them in my arms. Give them a sweet, intimate kiss as they stand on the edge…” his lips met hers, taking her breath away as she moaned against him. “And then,” he whispered low against her lips… “give them one. Good. Push.” She froze, and he began that laughing again, that crazed, wild laughter that rang through her ears. "Don't you see? It would be so great to watch them fall! To see the look in their eyes as they tumbled all the way back down...

“You see, Desiree, there’s no such thing as this Salvation you seek. It doesn’t exist. And if it did, do you really think you could find it in something so…common…as sex? Something so mundane? Did you really think the path to redemption was lined with perversity?” He giggled again. “My dear, you're an absolute riot!”

She willed her body to stop responding to his touch, but she couldn’t. She’d waited too long for this. “Silly girl," he spat, his voice now laced with venom and contempt. "All this time you sunk further and further into your own depravity in some misguided attempt to save yourself. Do you know how funny that is? All this time, you think you’re ascending some golden stairway to heaven when you were really just traipsing happily down the steps into hell, laughing as you went. I think it’s the most amusing thing I’ve ever seen, watching you chase after this fairy tale righteousness. Watching you go from being a decent but confused person and not only turning you into everything you ever feared you were, but making you worse. Making you enjoy it...and the best part? You were stupid enough to paint me as your guardian angel. As if I could possibly give a damn.” He stared at her with open loathing and ridicule.

“You tricked me,” she gasped, willing herself to struggle free of him but frozen within the confines of her own lust and shock. “You lied to me.”

“No, no, no, no. I never lied to you. In fact, I told you...everything you ever needed to know about me the night you met me. It’s not my fault that you didn’t listen.” He sardonically raised an eyebrow at her.

His words came back to her then, ringing clear and true through her soul. Talk is cheap. But listening isn’t. Listening is almost impossible to find.

“It’s not my fault that you’re just like everyone else, all those other fragile, weak people out there, constantly lying, Desi. Lying to yourself. Telling yourself all the things you want to hear so that it will lend meaning to your dreary, meaningless life. You are completely and utterly...pathetic.” She felt it then, felt herself falling down into the abyss...that abyss she had always felt she belonged to in the past.

You see, most people, they lie to themselves. They lie, lie, lie, oh yes they do…

“I have to say though that you have been an absolute blast. You were so convinced that I was your…your savior or some such! And all this time you're thinking you’re getting better, you’re healing, you’re becoming like me. But you see, there isn’t anyone like me. And certainly not a boring, little girl like you.”

“But I did…I…”

“No. You didn’t. You think you gave up your faith but you never did. You only traded one god for another, one devil for another, and they were both rolled up in me. You worshiped me, Desi. You didn’t give up your morality. You only adopted what you thought was my morality, even after I told you that I didn’t have any!”

The truth of it all pressed in on her. She had thought she’d been given a second chance, an opportunity to turn her own life around. You’ve just been dealt a second hand…You know the really great thing about luck? It can change at any moment.

She choked back tears as she felt him thrust himself harder inside her. “I thought…I thought that maybe…”

“Maybe what? That I…loved you?” A mocking chortle escaped his lips.

“Maybe…or that I least meant…something. When you killed the men in the warehouse…”

He chuckled. “That? Oh I’d been meaning to get around to that for a while. They knew too much, they’d become a liability. Did you really think I cared about something as stupid as who was fucking you? I wasn’t even fucking you myself. Did you think that meant I loved you? What a ridiculous and silly notion. As if I could love someone like you.” It came crashing back to her then. All the pain and shame of never having been good enough.

“And don’t go thinking I’m talking about your sordid past. All those times when I called you a slut and a whore? I did it because I knew it mattered to you, not to me. You don’t deserve either of those titles. A whore is just a woman smart enough to make money off of men's stupidity. After all, if you're good at something, you should never do it for free! And a slut is just a woman who sees sex the way most men do…No, you aren’t good enough for either of those names. You're just a sad little unloved, unwanted girl who's never been good enough for anyone to take seriously. I mean, my goodness, Desi, you're a walking stereotype! A prostitute with Daddy issues? How quaint. You were almost too perfect to be true.”

Her heart was ripping, even as he was pounding within her, even as she could feel herself teetering on the edge of a devastating climax. She tossed her head from side to side, willing herself to wake up from this nightmare. Everything she had believed in for him, everything she had done…all for this one moment and now it had gone horribly, horribly wrong.

“You see, you were never anything special. You were just another weak, simpering human being desperately grabbing at something to make you feel better about how worthless your life is. You did everything I told you, without question in some misguided attempt to convince yourself that you weren’t a trivial, useless creature. And you wrapped it all up in something as stupid and ridiculous as sex. You convinced yourself that me not fucking you had some sort of meaning, some significance. I told you, Desi, I told you upfront how I felt about sex.”

Sex is like money. It’s easy to get, quickly gone, and utterly meaningless. That’s not to say it isn’t fun sometimes. But mostly it’s just a random itch I scratch from time to time.

“But with your typical stupidity, you decided sex was something grand, that it was your path to a better life. What is it with you and sex anyway? You followed me like a love sick school girl, so desperate for me, so convinced that love and sex and affection were all wrapped up together. You did sick, vile things trying to get me to fuck you because you honestly believed it would mean you weren’t a waste of oxygen anymore if I did. You thought if I fucked you, then it meant I loved you...what did you think this was, some sort of psycho romantic love story? You fucked everyone and their dog but me. Literally, “ he laughed with a snicker. “ You even killed an innocent girl over your lust for me. All because you can't accept that how meaningless sex really is. You are really one profoundly fucked up individual if you lend that much credence to something so base. You are pitiful...and trivial...and common...and, well, frankly? You're fucking boring as hell."

He began fucking her with more enthusiasm and her body betrayed her. She had ached and wanted for him and now that she had him, she felt herself drawn closer and closer into her own lust and desire. He rutted against her, fast, hard strokes bringing moans and gasps from her lips, even as her tears were flooding down her stricken, heartbroken face.

“Even now, I’m only doing this for…dramatic effect. As I said before, no one listens unless you say things…dramatically. But I do have to say, you’ve been fun, honey. You certainly gave me something to do with my spare time for a while.”

“Why…” she moaned as she felt another series of deep thrusts pushing her nearer and nearer to the satisfaction that she craved even now. But of course, she knew why. He had given her that answer already.

I brought you here because I saw you crying on the bench, and I thought you might be interesting to talk to. I was bored….You see, I’m the kind of person that I just…do things you know. I do them because they’re fun, because they strike my attention….

She screamed against him as she came, hating herself more than she ever had. “It was so amusing, “ he whispered to her, his own breath becoming haggard. “Watching you rise to ‘grace‘, and now watching you fall all the way back down…it’s just so damn…funny. In fact, “ he began to emphasize each word with a hard pump of his cock within her, “I think it’s the best joke I’ve ever heard.” She looked up at him with pained, anguished eyes full of betrayal and grief. "What’s the matter, Desi,” he gasped. “Don’t you think it’s funny? I. Think. It’s. Fucking. Hilarious.”

He came deep within her, filling her up the way she had longed for so long. He fell against her, crushing her into the bed for a long second. When his breathing finally slowed a bit, he propped himself on one elbow, his weight still holding her down. “Well, I guess some people just have no sense of humor. Real shame. I just love jokes, you know. That’s why they call me the Joker,” he whispered conspiratorially. "But you know the bad thing about a joke, Desiree? Hmm?” He reached beside her head, pulling something from beneath the pillow, something which glinted sharply in the light. “Once the punch line’s over, well…it’s just not funny any more.” And with one swift movement, he brought the knife in an arc across her throat.

She gurgled as the blood poured out on the white sheets, the satin pillows. He began to laugh again, a rising crescendo that filled the room and bounced off the ceiling and walls. His insane smile glared down at her as she began to bleed out.

He stood up and grabbed his clothes, turning his back on her as he dressed. She might not have existed for all he noticed.

He walked towards the door without a backwards look. The last thing she heard as she faded out was him humming something under his breath, something fast and upbeat. It sounded just a bit like, “It’s The End of the World.”
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