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Living in Darkness- HIATUS/editing ch 19-25	By : Meursault Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 9350 -:- 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 Nineteen
I stumble away, covering my face with my hands. The last thing I want is for the Joker to see me cry.
“Are those tears, Elena?” the Joker taunts. I face him dumbly, quickly turning away again as I catch a glimpse of pale skin.
“I’m not crying,” I lie. The Joker makes a noise of disbelief. In my peripheral vision, I see his shadow move across the floor and with a silent ripple, enter the pool again. I circle in his direction and watch as the Joker silently glides through the dark waters until he’s on the other side, incased in shadow. Although he’s facing me, it is too dark to read his expression.
I walk unsteadily to the table and sit down. Draining the rest of my glass, I try to find some water. There is no way I’m drinking anymore wine tonight; I’m already feeling out of it. I sigh, not seeing water anywhere on the table. Figures.
Using a napkin, I blot away my tears. My ear has begun to smart painfully.I stroke the lobe of my ear and my finger comes back coated in blood. I scowl. I can’t believe that fucking bastard drew blood; I should be getting a tetanus shot. Sighing in agitation, I crumple the napkin and wipe the blood from my finger and ear. I then throw the napkin haphazardly across the table, and lay my head down, closing my eyes. It’s undoubtedly early in the evening, but the wine’s making me dizzy and sleepy. I allow myself to relax and promptly slip off into sleep.
Sitting up with a jolt, I blink my eyes in confusion. Where am I? Scanning the room, memories of the evening quickly flood back. How long was I sleeping? Rubbing my sore neck, I turn around in my seat, searching for the Joker. He’s nowhere in sight. Maybe he’s still in the pool. I stand up and quickly topple down, banging my knees against the hard tile.
“Oww,” I moan and then giggle. My vision does cartwheels. “Hahaha!” I snigger stupidly. I definitely haven’t been this drunk in a while. Using the chair for support, I ease myself back upright and take a careful step in the direction of the pool. Slowly, I proceed, finding if I keep my mind from drifting, I can walk straight enough. This is easier said than done; I sway and almost fall twice more in heaps of laughter before reaching the pool
Squinting into the dark, I gaze around, looking for the Joker. I can’t see him anywhere in the water. “Where are you??” I call into the dark. There’s no response, so I twirl around and facing the opposite wall, making out a wooden door. It’s probably the door we entered through. Shuffling, I make my way towards the door and grab at the handle. The door won’t budge with pushes or pulls. I bang my fist against the wood.
“Helloooo?” I sing off-key. “Is anyone out there?”
“You know,” a voice echoes across the room, “this room is soundproof; your efforts are useless.”
Recognizing the Joker’s voice, I swing back around and say teasingly, “I can’t help trying. Maybe someone out there will be more useful than you.”
There’s no response; I pause before asking, “So, can we go back to the room now?” The words taste funny in my mouth, my tongue feels numb.
“Why would we do that? The fun’s just getting started.” The Joker’s voice bounces off the walls like a pinball ball. Haha-pinball ball, I laugh to myself.
“Well, I’m getting tired,” I implore. “Where are you?”
“By the pool.” the Joker’s voice responds. Since I can’t see the body, is the voice outside the body? But where would it go? Is a voice outside a body just a noise? The random thought makes me smile dumbly.
I drag myself to the edge of the pool, sit down, and dip my feet into the water.
“Why don’t you come in?” the Joker’s voice drawls.
My skin prickles and I shut my eyes for a moment to clear my head. The dizziness is returning in tenfold. Without even comprehending the suggestive meaning behind it, I ask, “Can we just go back to the room? We’ll have way more fun there.” I pull out a strand of my hair and watch it fall into the pool.
It’s then that I notice how eerily quiet the room’s become. I can actually hear my heartbeat, the blood coursing through my veins, my muscles stretching with each slight movement. I smile; maybe I can force my mind to stop racing. A slight breeze moves the thin hairs on the back of my neck. It reminds me of autumn.
I pinch my face in confusion. My internal sirens are going off; something’s not right. Concentrate Elena, stop tripping out. Then it hits me-why is there a breeze inside? I begin to turn around when I receive a sharp shove from behind. Before I get a chance to scream, I land face first into the water.
What previously brought me elation was now flooding me with terror. Water seeps into my mouth and nose, making me choke on even more water. I try to gulp in air, but only continue to drown my lungs. God, I need air. Instinctively, I kick my legs until they ache, trying to reach the surface. However, the surface never comes. Instead, I’m greeted by the tiled floor of the pool. Choking back a sob, I swerve myself around and swim aggressively upward. Air, I need air! I didn’t think anything could be darker than the water, but I’m proved wrong as black spots dot up in my vision. Suddenly, my legs stop kicking. I sink slowly through this dark liquid dream, by mind swimming aimlessly. Death’s scythe wraps around me and drags me to whatever afterlife I deserve.
An incredibly sharp pain erupts on my back and I jolt into consciousness. Coughing, I clear my windpipe and heave in as much oxygen as I can. After a few minutes, my breathing returns to normal and I’m able to comprehend my surroundings. A painted face, the Joker’s face, appears above me. I’m lying on the ground, lungs throbbing fiercely. Moaning, I reach up and grab the Joker’s hand, pulling myself into a sitting position. The water’s done nothing to calm my drunken frenzy.
“I’m alive,” I gasp out with a grin, looking the Joker straight in the face.
“Yes, you are…” The Joker eyes me curiously and then masks it with a smile.
“You saved me,” I whisper. “You pulled me out.”
“I did.” The Joker smoothes the wet hair out of my face.
I cock my head, “Did I slip? How did I fall in?”
The Joker purses his red slashed lips. “Yes, you stood on the edge of the pool and fell in. When you didn’t come up right away, it was obvious you were drowning.”
An inebriated smile spreads across my face. “Thank you!” I gush. “It was horrible. My lungs burned and I went the wrong way. Then I swallowed more water and, oh, I couldn’t see anything. I was lost.” I let go of the Joker’s hand and grip his upper arm intensely. “And then my body wouldn’t work and I, I think I was dying.” Tears start to gather in my eyes.
The Joker wipes my tears away, flicking them off his finger. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. Nothing’s going to hurt you anymore.”Looking back, it’s obvious he was being sarcastically cruel, but in my drunken state I took it for kindness.
Wrapping his arms around me in a hug, the Joker pulls me against him. I smile to myself and bury my face into his shoulder, feeling safe for the first time in awhile.
“Thank you for comforting me,” I murmur.I stroke his taunt arm absentmindedly; oblivious to the fact he’s still naked. “You’re skin is so smooth,” I whisper as my eyelids begin to droop.
Unexpectedly, the Joker grabs me by the chin and roughly pulls my face upward to meet his. I open my eyes to find the Joker staring intently at me, pupils dilated in lust. I shudder at the severity of his gaze and try to pull away. However, the Joker draws me back forcefully, trailing his hands down my hips. I dart my eyes to his scarlet lips and my heart begins to beat rapidly.
‘It doesn’t seem like such a horrible idea,’ I think to myself. ‘Why was I ever scared of him?’ Like a lot of people, when I drink a lot, I desire comfort. This was no exception.
So I lean in, pressing my wet body against his and wrapping my legs around his waist. It’s all the encouragement the Joker needs. In one fluid motion, the Joker pins me to the ground, straddling himself atop me. My body feels weak and alien as I lay there, drifting in and out of a hypnotic trance. The Joker positions his long, toned body against mine as he fervently kisses my jaw line. Groaning, he slides his painted face downward and sinks his teeth into my neck. I cry out in pain and shock, gripping him by the shoulders as he sucks erotically at my collarbone.
As much as I don’t like to admit it, I was aroused by such primitive behavior. Slowly, the Joker raises himself above me, a smile flickering on his painted face. ‘Someone’s enjoying this,” he remarks with a laugh. Then he leans back down, crouched over me so our lips are almost touching. I stiffen and feel goose bumps pop up on my arms as his breath flutters against my skin. I peek up through my lashes and for a split second, our eyes meet. Carnal want pumps through my veins, and so with a drunken giggle I stretch up and plant a firm kiss upon the Joker’s maimed lips. I begin to move away, but the Joker holds the back of my head with both hands, locking our lips together again. Surprisingly, his lips are soft and full like any other persons’. Fingers creep through my hair, massaging my scalp and our kiss deepens drastically. I moan in surprise of my enjoyment and begin to kiss him with new boldness. Sucking on my bottom lip, the Joker tugs at it with his teeth and I melt in his arms.
“Open your mouth,” he whispers against my lips and although I hesitate for a moment, in the end I obey. The Joker slips into my mouth and our tongues begin to dance in an intricate entwinement of ecstasy. I feel my arms wrap around the Joker’s neck, pulling him closer to me so our bodies are pressed tightly against each other.
Finally, the Joker allows me to lean back and catch my breath. Licking my tingling lips, I rest my head back on the ground, my hair framing my face like thick, wet coils of rope. The Joker sits upright and sucks in a large breath of air. He smoothes back his dark green hair, cracks his knuckles and grins wickedly at me. “Finally, you are mine!” he growls triumphantly. Something dreadful and dark creeps behind his eyes as he flips a knife out of thin air.
Now, it might have been because the alcohol started wearing off. Or maybe because I finally realized the Joker was stark naked. Most likely though, I snapped out of my stupor due to the Joker’s chilling announcement.
Before I can protest, the Joker cuts open the front of my bikini top, with a downward slash, baring my water-dropped breasts to his vulgar gaze.
“Hey, give that back,” I slur while clumsily covering my breasts with my hands. The Joker merely chuckles and wrenches my arms back, pressing them to the ground. My wrists burn from the raw impact and I utter a sound of pain. The Joker’s reawakened erection jams itself against my clothed vagina and my eyes nearly pop out of my sockets.
“Wait!” I manage to scream out. “That was a mistake; I didn’t mean to kiss you. Don’t rape me, I-”
“Too late,” the Joker interrupts, letting go of my arms to reach down and cut away my underwear. I begin flailing about wildly, stirred into frenzy by the realization of what I’ve done.
“Stop!” I scream, “I’ll do anything, I swear. Please, I’ll-”
“What?” the Joker snaps angrily, “You’ll do what?” He sees the look of horror on my face and says in mock sweetness, “Elena darling, you have nothing to bargain with. You’ve just played your last card. It’s time to accept your fate now.” With that, he slices open my underwear, wrenches them out from underneath me, and throws them over his head. Without that barrier, I can clearly feel his hard dick against my vagina. His precum drips down the side of my thigh as I continue to try and escape his clutches.
I think I went crazy for a second. Screaming like a madman, I grab a chunk of the Joker’s hair, struggling with all my might to rip it out. The Joker growls in pain and punches me in the stomach. Choking for air, I let go, but manage to yank out a few hairs in the process. The Joker takes the opportunity to reapply his grip of my wrists, stretching them so they are above my head. “You’re going to pay for that,” he snarls sinisterly. Looking down at me, the Joker cusses under his breath. He can’t fuck me while keeping me pinned down at the same time.
“Having trouble, stupid fuck?” I say bitterly, continuing to writhe around as much as possible.
The Joker’s eyes flash dangerously. As he searches vainly around the room for something, I twist my head upwards and bite murderously into his forearm. Bellowing, the Joker releases me, grabs my face with his free hand and bangs my head against the hard floor. I see stars, but continue to clamp down on his arm until I taste blood in my mouth.
“Fucking bitch!” the Joker curses and starts banging my head repeatedly against the floor. After the third time, I start to black out and yield my hold of his arm. Although my eyes spin, I hear the Joker laughing maniacally. “So you want to play rough now?” he giggles.
Fighting with pure adrenaline now, I force my eyes to open. Head pounding profusely, I reach up and sink my nails into the Joker’s chest, scratching at every inch of exposed skin I see. The Joker slaps me smartly on the face, sending me back to the ground.
“I don’t have time for this.” he growls. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he is deadly serious. Still, I got myself into this mess and I can get out. Letting my body go limp, I blink slowly and regain my breath.
“I’m sorry,” I insist. “I’ll behave now.” I pucker my lips and lift one of my sore arms up towards him. He takes the bait and leans forward. Quickly, I grab him around the throat and squeeze. If I hadn’t been drinking, I might’ve done some damage. In my impaired state however, the Joker is efficient in jerking my hands off his neck.
“Alright you little fucking cunt,” the Joker spits in my face, his nails clawing into my wrists, “I’ve had enough. We’re ending this now.”
“You’re going to kill me?” I provoke. I can smell the sweat on his face and try to breathe as little as possible.
The Joker shakes his head. “Even better. I’m going to fuck you until you ah, until you scream in pain. Until you plead for death, won’t that be sweet?”
“So be it, but I’m going to make it as taxing for you as possible.” I sneer, blinking my eyes rapidly to try and keep my mind clear.
The Joker laughs cruelly, “I wouldn’t put it past you.” With that, he stands up and slings me over his shoulder.
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