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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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WARNING!!: Oral rape. Marked with **

Author’s Note: Once again, I would like to extend a huge thank you to every one of my readers! You guys are simply the best!

Chapter Eighteen: Black Spade

    Crane followed Harley closely, his blue eyes narrowed as he ignored ‘Scarecrow’s’ voice raving in his head. ‘Killll, kill her. Dangerous. Wants to hurt... her,’ the raspy voice hissed from inside his head.

    ‘I know, trust me. We can’t do anything about it until we have proof. If we kill her now, Joker will more than likely return the favor,’ the former Psychiatrist reasoned with his darker half, crouching behind a dumpster when his target stopped in an alley. The thing that shared his body wasn’t very happy with his reply, releasing an inhuman snarl. Instead of paying any attention, Jonathan simply kept his eyes on the spandex clad woman.

    Just when he was beginning to wonder just what she was waiting for, another figure appeared. To his disappointment, the pair didn’t speak; Harley merely handed off an envelope before continuing on her way. Yet, despite that fairly typical exchange, Crane found himself feeling even more suspicious. So when she moved off, he felt torn between following her or following who she had handed the envelope to. In the end, he chose to follow the gun toting female; a decision that would come to haunt him.

    ‘Roger was over once again and had yet to even raise his voice, something that normally didn’t bode well for her. Whenever he got quiet like this, it usually meant he wanted something sexual with her. While he had never outright raped her, claiming he was saving her virginity for their wedding night, that didn’t mean he hadn’t used her other orifices. “How’s my baby girl been doing?” he rumbled in her ear, placing his hands on her shoulders and moving them down to her upper arms.

    “Please, I’m just not in the mood,” she pleaded, bracing herself for the inevitable blow up. It was hard to feel any desire for someone who beat her almost every time he came over. The only time he didn’t was when he wanted sex from her, making her feel a bit used.

    With a low growl, the brute wound a hand in her hair and yanked her head back so she was looking at him upside down. “I don’t recall asking. You belong to me you bitch and I will use you how I see fit,” he hissed before he released her to walk in front of the couch. Marie could only watch him, not daring to make a run for her room. She had learned the hard way that when he was horny, it was much better for her to simply give him what he wanted. The one time she had made it to her room... Well the month after hadn’t been pleasant.

    **“Open,” he snarled, unzipping his fly slowly. The blonde in front of him complied, opening her mouth wide as he freed his hardening member from his boxers.

    As soon as he was freed, one of his hands went to her head as he used the other to position his slitted tip at her open mouth. Then his hips were thrusting forward, effectively choking her with his cock. The Psychologist only had a moment to adjust to the intrusion before he started moving, his other hand joining its companion on her head. Breathing through her nose, it was all Marie could do not to gag. Thankfully it was mercifully short, her ‘boyfriend’ spilling himself down her throat. Then he was stuffing himself back in his pants, zipping up and storming out the door; leaving the stunned female to deal with the aftermath of his actions.’**

    A sudden shaking drew her out of her dreams turned memories, making her groan. Then an explosion came from downstairs, startling the young woman awake and making her shoot up in bed. Before she could even ask what was going on, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and a chin came to rest on her right shoulder. “That’s just some of the boys testing the homemade explosives. Nothing to worry about,” rasped a drowsy male voice in her ear, a finger moving under her chin to turn her to face Joker. Then a pair of lips were meeting hers as the painted clown released a soft growl.

    “Good morning Doc,” he purred, one of his hands coming up to tangle in her shoulder length, sandy hair. Marie could only blink in confusion before tentatively giving the killer a kiss in return.

    This small action caused Joker to freeze, every muscle in his body tensing. He even seemed to stop breathing, as if not quite believing just what happened. A bit charmed and confused by this reaction, the former doctor pressed her lips against his even firmer to see how he would react. The disguised male released a sigh before moving his arms to wrap around her. Yet he made no move to deepen the kiss. It seemed as if he was once again letting her take the lead, probably in an effort to do the same thing she was. Not wanting to fail whatever test he was giving her, she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Just as their tongues touched, the door to the room came flying open. “Harley, what the fuck have I told you about picking the lock on my door!” Joker roared as he broke the kiss to glower at his henchwench.

    Marie moved to look at the intruder, only to have the clown’s arms wrap tightly around her to hold her against him; almost as if he was protecting her. “Sorry Mistah J, I just thought you would want to know that Franz blew a hole in the south wall,” the pigtail wearing woman responded, her blue eyes fixed on the other blonde. The murderer holding her only released an exasperated sound before dismissing the other female with a wave of his hand. Pursing her lips and giving the ex-Psychologist a look that could kill, Harley turned around and left; closing the door behind her.

    “I told that idiot to make sure not to destroy the building. Now I have to get a group of goons to fix it,” the irritated criminal groused, running a hand over his make-up smeared face. Then he was flinging the blanket off himself, revealing that he was very naked.

    Her gray eyes going wide, Marie averted her gaze as she got out of bed so he wouldn’t have to clamber over her. Joker followed right behind her, an amused gleam in his green eyes. “Why are you getting all embarrassed? Don’t you remember what we did last night?” he chuckled teasingly, thrusting his hips a bit to make his flaccid manhood flop around a bit. The embarrassed female only covered her eyes as she blushed deeply.

    “Of course I remember, how could I forget?” she responded in a shaky voice, her heart racing slightly due to the fact that she couldn’t see the violent male.

    “Then you should have no problem seeing me naked,” he purred from much closer, his hands pulling her own away from her eyes. Then he was giving her a sweet kiss, wrapping his arms around her as he squeezed her tightly. After a few seconds, he broke the kiss to look her in the eyes.

    “You were whimpering in your sleep earlier. Care to tell me what you were dreaming about?” he asked, releasing her to move to his clothes. Marie could only blink as the villain began to pull on his purple pants.

    “It was more like a memory really. It was about one of the many time Roger forced me to give him sexual pleasure,” she responded quietly, flinching instinctually when she saw Joker go absolutely stiff. She could practically taste the rage rolling off him in thick waves as he slowly turned to face her.

    “He forced himself on you?” he whispered in a too quiet, too calm voice for the fury in his mismatched eyes.

    “In a lot of ways except one, as you well know. He wanted to save the big one for our... ‘wedding night’,” the blonde responded, doing her best not to back away from the seething killer as he began to slowly stalk towards her.

    “Wedding night? Let me guess, the bastard told you it was his right to use you as he saw fit,” the clown snarled, hate gleaming clear in his eyes as he rapidly closed the distance to take her into his arms again. An action that honestly shocked Marie.

    Before she could react, the unstable male was releasing her to gather the rest of his clothes. Once he was fully dressed, he grabbed her hand and dragged her into the bathroom with him, as if he didn’t want to let her out of his sight for even a second. “Tell me his full name,” the incensed murderer ordered as he turned on the faucets full blast to wash off his smeared disguise. Immediately, Marie fixed her stormy gaze on the tile of the bathroom so she wouldn’t see him without it. As much trust as the two had gained for eachother, she still didn’t want to take the chance of seeing something he didn’t want her to.

    Mostly out of habit, Marie began to protest when she actually stopped and thought about it. The only reason she had kept his name was to prevent Joker from having something to use on her. After everything she had shared with him, still doing that seemed a bit superfluous. “His name is Roger Statham. He used to be a general in the army and even fought in a war. He’s fairly tall, well muscled and has black hair,” she murmured, internally counting the tiles as she waited for the criminal to tell her it was okay to look.

    “Do you know which crime bosses he’s partnered with?” came his voice from in front of her as she felt a hand settle on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw the infamous villain once again in perfect make-up.

    “Um, one or two. They both seemed to be mob bosses or something like that. I only really remember what one looks like. I think his name was ‘Fat Tony’ and for good reason. The man must have been at least 500 pounds,” she replied quietly, wincing at the memory. Not only had he been horribly overweight but he also had an aura of B.O around him, making it hard to even be in the same room as him.

    “If he knows ‘Fat Tony’ I think I have a good idea of the people he’s running with,” Joker hissed, anger and a touch of fear in his hazel eyes. Then he was grabbing her upper arm once more, practically dragging her behind him as he made his way out of the room and down the metal stairs.

    “You know, if you want me to follow you; all you have to do is ask,” Marie sighed as she jogged to keep up. The man pulling her along only rolled his eyes as he continued to lead her through the main living area of the warehouse and into a small door that lead to a huge, open back area. As soon as they got in the room, the blonde saw the huge hole in the back wall; causing her jaw to drop to the floor.

    They weren’t only ones in the room either, a tall very thin man seeming to examine the hole. “Franz, what have I told about blowing holes in our hideouts,” Joker growled, a playful exasperation in his mid-tone voice. The living skeleton in front of them only turned to raise a brow at his boss. The man was tall, having to be around 6’ 6”, and was painfully thin; looking like his skin was simply stretched over his bones. His eyes were a bright blue and he had long, blonde hair that fell to his mid back as well as a matching mustache on his upper lip.

    “Sorry, I simply had to test the plastic explosive. I had no idea it would be that powerful,” the man replied in a thick German accent.

    “Well, I certainly have to hand it to you. This new mix seems to be pretty good,” the ‘Clown Prince’ praised as he released Marie to walk towards the hole and examine the damage. The hole itself was almost big enough to walk through hunched over, only seeming to make the tux wearing killer happy.

    “Yep, this will do the trick alright. I’ll get Bruno to fix the damage,” he continued, giving the lab coat wearing man a hearty pat on the back.

    Marie, who had been watching the exchange, could only wonder what Joker was going to use such a powerful explosive on. Shuddering at the thought, the blonde followed the purple clad man out of the room and back into the main living area. As soon as they were in the room, Harley was launching herself at the ex-Psychologist. An action that very nearly made Joker tackle her due to the fact he thought she was attacking the other blonde. To both their shocks, the crazed criminal merely hugged her. “Good morning!” the spandex clad femme chirped before flouncing away, leaving the pair to watch her in confusion.

    “She’s acting different. I don’t like it,” the face-paint wearing killer hissed, narrowing his eyes as he placed a hand in the small of her back to push her toward the kitchen.

    “I know. She’s acted like she hated me ever since I came here and now she’s acting like we’ve been friends forever,” the dirty blonde replied, sitting at the table.

    Crane, who was in the kitchen making breakfast, merely nodded in agreement; pursing his lips as he flipped a pancake. “I don’t like it either. She’s been sneaking around lately,” he offered, turning his head to lock eyes with his partner. Joker met his gaze steadily, his own ruby lips pursed in a thin line.

    “Marie, I don’t want you around her alone. When I leave, you need to lock yourself in my room and ignore her. I don’t know what she’s up to but I have a bad feeling,” the disguised murderer whispered in her ear as he sat beside her.

    “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m not stupid enough to think she suddenly gained affection for me, especially after she saw us in bed together kissing,” she replied, turning her head slightly to look at the female jester. The black and red clad woman was currently giggling with one of the goons, not seeming to pay them any mind.

    “Speaking of which, Joker and I have to leave the hideout again today. This job is just too dangerous to take you with us,” Jonathan informed, setting plates on the table before he sat down.

    “Our last excursion seems to have failed to draw out Batsy. We’re going to make sure he can’t ignore this one,” the green haired criminal next to her informed before she could even ask. Nodding, Marie simply began to eat her breakfast; doing her best not to think about what they would be doing.

    As soon as they were done eating, Joker was once again taking her by the arm to lead her upstairs. “We’ll be back soon. Don’t call me unless its an emergency,” the taller, purple clad male whispered, bending down to talk in her ear. Then he was opening the door and entering the room with her, his green eyes full of worry for her; something that only made her more concerned.

    “If Harley tries to do anything...,” he rasped, his hands curling into shaking fists.

    “I’ll call you,” she answered before reaching up to give him a kiss on his lipstick coated lips. An action that seemed to shock the infamous killer. Then his arms were wrapping around her as he returned the kiss, moaning softly against her lips before he pulled away.

    The look he was giving her nearly made her weak in the knees and she found herself smiling up at him. “Good luck. Be safe out there,” she murmured, giving him another quick peck. Joker only looked down at her, seeming very reluctant to leave.

    “You too,” he replied before he turned and left the room, locking the door behind him.

    As soon as he was gone, Marie went to the dresser to retrieve a can of cat food for Jasper. At the sound of the container opening, the overweight feline sped out from under the bed and began to coil around her legs; meowing pathetically. “Alright, alright Jas. Here’s your food,” she cooed, placing the full bowl on the concrete floor. As her cat ate, the blonde found herself thinking about a few things. She already knew she was unlikely to ever leave here, not that she really wanted to. She would have to actually come up with an identity for herself to protect both Crane and Joker. Getting a thoughtful look on her face, the blonde opened one of the drawers in the dresser and eyed her purple pants suit. She already had a costume, all she needed was a disguise and name.

    “Well, Joker already sorta gave me a name. I just need to expand on it,” she mused to herself out loud before she turned and headed into the bathroom. Immediately her gaze traveled to the makeup on the bathroom sink and she got an idea.

    After a few tests with the make up, Marie finally had a look she was happy with. She had covered her face in white face-paint and had used black lipstick on her lips. The only other bit of color was a black spade over her left eye. “Hello ‘Black Spade,’ let’s hope I never have to use you,” she whispered to her reflection before turning on the faucet and washing off her hard work. She had no reason to keep it on due to the fact she had been experimenting. Also there was the fact she was staying home. Once her face was again clear, she went back into the bedroom to sit on the bed.

    The former doctor didn’t have a long period of peace before she heard a knock on the door. Having a good idea of who it was, the straw haired female only rolled her gray eyes before deciding to ignore it. Unfortunately, Harley didn’t seem to want to be ignored; knocking insistently until Marie simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Whatever you want, the answer’s no,” she snarled, hoping that would be enough to make the other female go away.

    “But something terrible has happened to Mistah J! We have to go help him!” came the distressed, tearful answer. Just hearing that was nearly enough to make the former Psychologist rush to the door before she actually stopped to think. This could be a trap, considering how worried Joker was about Harley doing something to harm her.

    “I haven’t gotten any calls from either him or Crane. How do I know you’re telling the truth?” she countered, standing a few feet away from the still closed door.

    “How would you have? Mistah J’s been shot and Crane was killed trying to protect him! I only know this because Hector called me!” came the panicked, nearly sobbed response. Hearing that emotion helped convince her and Marie opened the door.

    “Alright, lead the way,” she replied, wishing she had kept on the make-up from earlier.

    Harley, whose painted cheeks were covered with running mascara, only looked up at her gratefully before grabbing her hand and yanking her down the stairs. Soon they were outside and running through alleyways until they stopped in one to catch their breath. “How much further?” Marie panted, feeling a bit uneasy when the other woman gave her a wide grin.

    “Oh, we’re here already,” the black and red clad criminal giggled, a strange gleam in her blue eyes.
    “What do you...,” she began to ask before pain exploded in the back of her skull and everything went black.
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