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Laughter in the Dark	By : FlameWolf666 Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 9317 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Author’s Note: Hmmm... What clues to give... Well, this chapter should be interesting!

Chapter Seventeen: Initiation
    Marie hid while the criminals downstairs continued to celebrate, her overweight tuxedo cat in her lap. Jasper had ventured out after things had quieted down, seeming to sense that the blonde needed him. Grateful for his presence, the distraught female sighed as she scratched one of his triangular ears. What had happened at the circus, her reaction to it, still bothered her. All of her horror and distress for the sake of the people hurt by the attack seemed disturbingly artificial to her, making her wonder what kind of person she really was. Until tonight, she thought she was a decent person with good morals. Now she was no longer sure and she took a good long look at herself. “Who am I really,” she whispered, shaken by everything that had happened.
    “First it was a repressed memory, now this. Is there anything else about myself I don’t know,” she murmured, leaning down to bury her face in her pet’s soft fur; relishing the small comfort his soft purrs gave her.
    The sound of the door opening startled the former doctor badly and her head shot up to see Joker entering the room, the same thoughtful expression on his face from earlier as he shut the door behind him and locked it. Just hearing that latch click made her heart leap in her throat and she took a deep breath to calm herself. If the man wanted her dead, he would have killed her long ago; not treated her like a guest. His dead eyes still fixed on her, the criminal slowly walked forward; removing his purple tuxedo coat as he went. Under the coat was a green, silk vest and under that was a light blue, silk shirt. His gloved hands slowly loosened his purple tie, laying the articles of clothing over the back of a chair. “Did you want something?” the former doctor asked, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
    “Yes, there’s something I would, uh, like very much actually,” he responded quietly, delicately removing his gloves and placing them over his tux coat.
    Just hearing his response made Marie’s heart leap into her throat. “What would that be?” she whispered, Jasper merely opening his eyes to see who had come into the room. Joker merely smirked at her, as if saying she should know exactly what he wanted. Keeping his hazel eyes fixed on her, the green haired criminal also removed his vest; placing it carefully on the back of the chair with the rest of the items.
    “Joker..,” she began, licking her dry lips as her heart galloped in her chest. With the way he was looking at her, she had a pretty good suspicion of what he wanted and she didn’t think she was up for any of it. Her mind was still full of questions and it didn’t help that she was only wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of sleeping pants, making her feel rather vulnerable around the taller male.
    Said murderer only chuckled, rolling his hazel eyes as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his shirt before pulling it free of his pants. “Let’s just see where this goes,” he purred, the scars on his cheeks turning his smirk into a lascivious grin. His nimble fingers moved to the collar of his shirt, undoing the buttons deftly to expose himself slowly to his view. At the first glimpse of his pale skin, Marie felt a helpless pulse of want ripple through her; only making her feel more upset with herself. She should be feeling guilty, not aroused! Licking her dry lips, the former psychologist turned her attention to her cat in the hopes of stopping her reaction.
    “I don’t... I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she whispered, her heart beating hard in her chest. Despite her words, her skin almost tingled in anticipation. Yet, under all of her conflicted feelings, she couldn’t help but feel that all her self disgust and hatred was merely another mask.
    “Well I do. I’ve never met anyone like you before. Even Harley had to be broken before she felt nothing about the deaths of innocent people. Even I can tell the disgust you have in yourself is a mere mask. Why fight it? You obviously enjoyed today in some manner,” he whispered, pulling off his shirt and folding it neatly before placing it on his other articles of clothing.
    That made her head shoot up as she gave him a slightly indignant look. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say I enjoyed it!” she hissed, her gray eyes sparkling with a slight bit of anger as Jasper stretched lazily on her lap. It was times like this she wished she had a Rottweiler or something. At least a dog could be trained to attack on command.
    “But ya can definitely say you didn’t feel guilty about it,” he retorted with a smirk, jerking his head to the left and cracking his neck loudly. He had her there and she found herself regretting her confessions earlier. Then he was moving toward her slowly, a strange look in his verdant eyes.
    “Ya don’t have to hold onto what civilization expects you to feel. It’s perfectly natural not to care that much about the fate of strangers,” the killer purred, smirking when her gaze wandered from his face down to his lightly defined pecs.
    “But to participate in killing a large group of people, mostly women and children... Let alone the fact the gas is going to linger in the air for a long time. What effects could this have? I’m supposed to feel guilty or like a horrible person. The only thing I feel is confusion why I don’t,” the frustrated woman snarled, grabbing her head and fisting her hands in her sandy hair as she closed her eyes.
    “Stop that. Stop hanging onto what society expects of you. Let go, let yourself actually feel. Why cling onto what makes you miserable,” whispered his mid-tone voice from much closer. Then there was a hand on her chin, forcing her to look up at the clown towering above her. His hazel eyes almost seemed to bore into her soul, drawing a shaky gasp from her lips.
    “But... what will I become if I let go of social constructs? Should I become like you?” she whispered, the thought of actually enjoying killing not bothering her nearly as badly as she thought it would.
    “Even just the thought of that doesn’t bother me as much as it should! Good Christ! I wish I had never met you! I would have never had to find this out about myself,” Marie snarled, tears streaming down her cheeks as his lips met hers in a harsh, possessive kiss.
    “Let go, its okay. Just accept what your true feelings are,” he urged in a husky voice, his lips bare inches from her own as his eye blazed into hers.
    “I can’t, I can’t! I’m a good person! I want to care! I want to!” she denied, those words feeling like an absolute lie and only adding to her stress.
    “It sure doesn’t sound like it doc. There’s no one here you have to wear the mask for, no reason to pretend anymore. Give in to being selfish, let go of the rules that give you agony,” the murderer rasped, his voice growing more and more like a growl as his hands came up to grab her shoulders.
    “But... but...,” she gasped, an odd feeling of pressure building up inside her head.
    “No, just let go,” he ordered, his voice nothing but a rumble emanating from deep inside his chest.
    “Nnh... mmph... I’m fucking glad I killed my father! I’m fucking glad I killed Evan! Why should I care about strangers when none of them chose to care about me! They saw the bruises! They heard him yelling at me but they all... they all... Only mother...,” burst out of her before her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and she blacked out.
    ‘He had started out so kind. He had even treated her kid sister like his own. He was protective, took her to dances, gave her little gifts. Whatever had caused him to change had to be her fault, right? At least that’s what she believed for years. Years that led her to allow him to slowly isolate her from her friends, even her family. The only one that refused to go anywhere had been her mother and sister, her mother urging her to just leave. That there was a safe home for her to go back to. But she couldn’t leave, she was too afraid. He had threatened to hurt her family you see. She had no choice.
    Then the beatings began, staying at home at first then slowly moving into public. The worst thing was, no one stopped it. No one even batted an eye, even when he openly slapped her in the middle of the mall. She had fallen to the ground and was begging him pitifully to stop but no one so much as acted like anything was happening. All of this only helped the idea he had planted in her head that this was her fault, that she had done something to deserve this. It had only been darling little Stephy that had knocked some sense into her, quite literally.
    She had come over to spend some time with her baby sister at her request, only to get full on sucker punched by Stephy as soon as she had walked through the door. At first she had been stunned and angry but then she had seen the look on her sibling’s face and all the wind went out of her sails at once. Her little sis was absolutely livid. Tears rolled down her flushed cheeks and her hands were curled into shaking fists as she breathed heavily through her flared nostrils. “How dare you, I mean how dare you! What happened to the woman who stood up for me no matter what, who... who killed our father just to make sure he wouldn’t touch either of us again. And yet... you think you deserve to be beaten and shoved around like dirt! I... you’re not my sister anymore Marie. You’re some coward that’s taken her place and I want her back! You fucking stole her from me!” the brunette had screamed, shocking the sixteen year old to her very core.
    “Steph... I... I... Oh, Stephy,” she had sobbed, finally breaking down and telling her sister all Evan had threatened. In the end, her baby sister had told her what she already knew. She couldn’t allow her fear of Evan to get the better of her. She had to do something to save herself. That was when she made a very important decision. That night, her abusive boyfriend would cease to be a threat to her or her family.
    It just so happened that was the night Evan was at his worst. He had started with a slap as soon as he came into the trailer home his parents paid for. At first she had just wanted to leave him, to tell him she was moving back in with her mother. All that turned into mindless horror as her boyfriend became outright crazed, even going so far as to shove her face over the lit burner on the stove while he screamed at her over not having dinner ready. Then he was throwing her to the floor and she made the very grave mistake of announcing she was leaving, that enough was enough. The tall, lightly muscled male had narrowed his blue eyes at her, the ambient lighting shining off his long blonde hair that hung in a ponytail just past his shoulders. “You’re not going anywhere,” he had hissed, pulling out a butcher knife.
    The rest of it was a blur mixed with him slicing her with the knife. Finally she had kicked him in the balls out of desperation and sprinted in a blind terror further into the house. The only thought in her head had been to hide, just hide. She couldn’t even think about running out of the house she was so afraid. Instead she went to the large, standing closet in their bedroom and hid inside. Of course, it didn’t take long for Evan to find her. That was when she snapped and simply blacked out.
    When she came back to herself, she was covered in blood and holding the knife her boyfriend had held. Evan himself lay dead, his throat slit and his body full of stab wounds. In a panic, she called the only people she could think of; her mom and sister. The next things seemed to happen in time skips as she sank deeper and deeper into shock. The next thing she knew, it had been a month and she remembered absolutely nothing about Evan or what had happened to her father. Her family decided things were better that way and simply let her form her own false memories rather than force her to remember such traumatic events. They never knew her memory had twisted Evan into a loving boyfriend. A boyfriend who had died to protect her from her father. The two of them had merged.’
    Severe shaking greeted her as she rose out of the haze her tangle of memories had been. Everything clicked into place and yet it didn’t help her feel any better. As she came back to consciousness, she found the story spilling from her lips and couldn’t bring herself to feel concerned. Soon she was fully awake and aware of who she was spilling her guts to but she was helpless to stop herself. Information spewed from her like pus from a wound until her story was finished. Then silence fell. “Fucking Christ,” came a stunned male voice from in front of her, drawing a ragged chuckle from Marie.
    “Yeah, come to think of it that explains so much and why I repeated my mistakes. My family became the only thing that mattered to me because they were the only ones who cared,” she whispered, feeling a bit lighter; somehow more free. Despite the grimness of what she remembered, she felt much better. Everything she remembered explained so much that she had questioned. Most importantly, it explained the horrible nightmares that plagued her as long as she could remember. They were merely her memories trying to come to the surface.
    All of a sudden none of what was worrying her mattered anymore. All the people that would be affected were strangers, with the exception of her ‘Uncle’. Still, Dave was no fool. As soon as Joker had escaped, the man had to have been planning to make a run for it; no doubt taking her with him if he could manage it. She would have to hold onto the belief that he was okay. “How do you feel?” came a husky rasp, once again drawing her attention to the murderer that hovered over her. Taking a deep breath, Marie made a decision to just give in to what her body was practically yelling at her for.
    Releasing small, nervous puffs of air, the blonde slowly leaned forward to shyly take Joker’s surprisingly soft lips in a kiss. The taller, half naked man froze just briefly before he smirked against her lips and simply let her take the lead. Reaching up with shaky hands, the unsure female cautiously wrapped her arms around his neck as she tilted her mouth on his. Then she was tentatively licking his lips, tasting the odd flavor of lipstick. To her shock, the killer opened to her with a low groan; his hot breaths hitting her lips and his tongue very lightly flicked against the silky skin. Emboldened slightly by his apparent eagerness, Marie slowly slipped her tongue into his mouth and began to explore.
    The pair kissed slowly, the ‘Clown Prince’ letting her lead the kiss despite his growing impatience for something much more. She could feel the tension growing in his muscles as he held himself back from taking over, making the former Psychologist fill with confidence. Wrapping her fingers in his shoulder length, green hair, Marie began to pour all of her passion and need for this man into the actions of her tongue. Soon the pair were hopelessly tangled in eachother, low growls leaving Joker on occasion as his own hands came up to twist in her straw colored hair. Then she was breaking the kiss, nibbling on his lower lip as she panted for air.
    Coming back to herself with a jolt, the stunned female looked up to see the criminal giving her a look that took her breath away. His hazel eyes were dilated with clear want as his breath left him in quick, harsh exhales. Then he was taking her lips in a much harsher kiss, using his height and weight to push her back on the bed. Releasing an indignant meow, the forgotten about Jasper hopped off Marie’s lap and curled up on a nearby chair; giving the pair his best disapproving glare. Ignoring the jilted feline, Marie scooted up on the bed; the killer following closely so their lips never separated. Soon the pair was entirely on the rickety bed, Joker breaking the kiss to lift her sleeping shirt over her head.
    The cold air on her exposed skin made her instinctively cover her naked breasts, a blush coloring her cheeks as the painted man above her seemed to glue his eyes to her body. His hands reached forward to firmly remove her arms, revealing her ample, slightly stretchmarked breasts. Releasing an absolutely guttural noise, Joker leaned forward to take a nipple into his hot mouth; earning a surprised moan from the shocked female. Then her eyes were closing as her head lolled back, sparks of lust racing through her veins to pool in her lower stomach. Each flick of his tongue on her drew a shudder from her body as an arc of electricity went straight to her core. “Ah, Joker,” she gasped in a raspy voice, panting heavily as she felt a pleasant pressure beginning to build up within her.
    The painted villain only released a growl against her skin, his hands moving to slip off her loose pajama pants. Lifting her hips to help him, she was rewarded with a light nibble to the bud in his mouth; nearly making her head swim from the pleasure. Then he was taking his mouth from her with a pop, giving her an absolutely smoldering look as he slowly moved down her pale, slightly chubby body. All at once she felt very self conscious, seeing Harleen’s perfect body clear in her head. The woman had curves in all the right places and was the perfect picture of feminine beauty. Who the hell was she to the hell was she to think that Joker wanted nothing more than to break her.
    As if sensing her thoughts, the criminal was snapping his fingers in front of her face as he gave her an impatient look. “Whatever you’re thinkin’ about, stop it,” he bit out, his eyes holding a warning as he rested his chin just below her belly button. It was then it hit her was he was about to do and she felt desire clench her core. Giving her a knowing smirk, the decorated killer dipped between her legs; his tongue eagerly meeting her semi-dry womanhood. A low moan left her unconsciously as she arched her hips, feeling herself beginning to respond to the wet muscle moving languidly along her slit. Making a rough noise against her, Joker placed his left hand on her lower stomach and pressed down to hold her in place.
    His tongue delved and explored almost lazily until he found what he was looking for, her slowly awakening clit. Using both hands to spread her legs, the clown latching onto the tiny button and began to suck; earning some of the most erotic noises he had ever heard. Her tiny hands clambered for purchase, eventually landing in his dyed locks as her hips tried to undulate restlessly. His tight grip prevented any movement, gaining some whimpered protests from the writhing woman under him. Grinning against her, he flicked her pearl with the tip of his tongue while he carefully inserted a finger into her tight passage.
    At first the unfamiliar feeling made Marie flinch before the attention he was giving her small bundle drove away any discomfort. Moaning and keening his name softly, the blonde gasped as she felt another finger enter her womanhood. The two digits moved slowly as he continued to suckle on her button, making her pelvis move restlessly as she felt something slowly building within her. “Joker,” she gasped over and over, his name a breathless cry on her lips as the coil in her core slowly grew white hot.
    Then his fingers were hitting something inside her and she was exploding with a cry of his name, her hips grinding into his face as she came harder than she ever had before. Joker only purred in satisfaction, his tongue slowly riding her down and pulling away once the spasms stopped. His chest heaved harshly as he crawled up her body, his verdant eyes burning into hers as he cradled himself between her legs. His hot breath hit her lips as he froze bare inches from kissing her, his entire body shaking with the effort of holding back. Giving him a confused look, Marie was about to ask why he stopped when it hit her. He was waiting for her to take the lead once more. Licking her dry lips as she kept eye contact, the blonde met his lips with hers as her hands began to fumble with the button on his purple pants.
    She could feel the hardness of him, the heat of it nearly burning her hand as she fought with the stretched tight cotton. After what seemed like an eternity, the button came free; allowing her to slide down the zipper. This earned a deep groan of relief from Joker, the mass murderer giving her lips a gentle lick but not pushing it any further. Meeting his tongue with hers, the ex-doctor gently pulled his manhood free of its silk and cotton prison. Then her hand was exploring it curiously, earning a gruff grunt and thrust of his strong hips. Breaking the kiss briefly, Marie rested her chin on his shuddering shoulder as her hands moved to his hips to shove down his pants and underwear.
    Soon the killer was as naked as she was, his eyes gazing at her expectantly; a dark violence swimming just under the placid surface. Taking a deep breath, the blonde slowly slid back with her hands wrapped around her companion; pulling him down with her. Her legs came up to wrap around his lithe waist as she pressed her sopping womanhood against him. The tip of him rested just against her entrance and she squeezed her legs to bring him forward, forcing him to enter slightly. Both of them released a low, animalistic sound, every muscle in Joker’s body tight and shaking as he took over to slowly hilt himself inside her, taking her virginity.
    Marie went stiff, a small whimper leaving her lips as pain bloomed within her. “Y-you were a virgin?!” came a surprised rasp by her ear, drawing her attention to the shocked looking madman. All she could do was nod weakly, doing her best to relax so the burning inside her would go away sooner. To her absolute shock, she felt gentle kisses being pressed over her face as a pair of hands came up to play with her nipples. Calloused fingertips pulled and plucked until her lower body was full of nothing but liquid want once more, drawing needy moans from the blonde as she squirmed.
    Making an approving noise, Joker began to move once more. He started out slow, pressing a painted, scarred cheek against hers as his hips thrust and circled. Then he began to pick up speed as her moans urged him on, soft grunts leaving him as he practically slammed into her. Her purple nails raked down his back over and over, only adding to his pleasure and making it hard for him to hold back. “Cum for me Marie,” he urged, his hips snapping into her as he reached between them to play with her clit once more. He was rewarded by her tightening around him as she screamed his name, her pulsing walls driving his own orgasm from him with a cry of her name in return.
    Then he was rolling to lay next to her as all his strength left him at once, his shaky arms grabbing her and pulling her tight against his slightly sweaty body. As they lay there, cuddling for lack of a better word, Marie found herself replaying events in her head. Joker wasn’t someone who gave control lightly, for any reason. Had he been testing her while they had been having sex? If so, had she passed? A soft kiss on her forehead interrupted her thoughts, making her look up at the considering gaze of the ‘Clown Prince of Crime’. He almost seemed as confused by what happened as she was, something that didn’t help put her at ease. “I went from foster home to foster home, never sticking to one for very long. It was the scars at first. They just scare people. Soon it became my attitude but who could blame me? A kid can only go so long without a single person wanting to touch them because of something they can’t help. When I turned eighteen, the state decided it was time to release me to the world; no thought about how I would survive with no money or job experience. The rest is sorta history really,” he whispered, an odd look on his make-up smeared face.
    Marie could only stare at him, allowing the story to sink in. He had been on the streets a long time, in Gotham. Lord only knew who he had come across and what they had taught him about survival and humanity as a whole. At a loss of what to say next, the blonde merely snuggled into the killer and closed her eyes; allowing his scent to lull her to sleep. It had been a long day and right now all she wanted to do was rest. She would deal with the consequences at a later time. She never noticed the odd frown Joker had on his face as he began to pet her while she slept.
    Downstairs, Harley was livid. The entire warehouse had heard what the two were up to and most of the goons were drinking to their boss getting some tail. Only Crane was silent, seeming to be as bothered by this as she was; not that it mattered one bit to her. Snarling, she stomped a curly shoed foot as fury and betrayal bubbled in her chest. Not that she blamed her puddin’. the poor darling couldn’t help that his head had been turned by that hussy! With the way things were going, she would have to put her plan into action a lot sooner. She couldn’t just sit by at let that whore get in his head and turn him against her! Grabbing her trusty gun, Reginald, she stormed into the night. She never noticed the thin figure following behind her closely.
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