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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!!!: Extreme Abuse. Graphic Rape. Gore. More extreme bits marked with **

Author’s Note: Yeah, this won’t be a pleasant read. Certainly wasn’t pleasant to write. Also a lot longer than planned.

Chapter Nineteen: The Beast’s Claws

    An explosion of pain in the right side of her face was what woke her up. Barely able to bite back a scream of pain, Marie opened her eyes to look at her attacker. Unfortunately the light in the room she was in was far too dim for her to make out anything but a silhouette. “You ungrateful bitch,” hissed an all too familiar voice by her ear.

    “Roger,” she gasped just before she was full on punched in the same side of her face as before.

    “That’s right, remember me? Here I was, worried to death about my girlfriend; thinking she was getting tortured or worse. I put myself in danger by making a deal with a mad woman to rescue her and what do I find out...,” he hissed, beginning to circle around her like a predator.

    Spitting blood out of the side of her mouth, the blonde tried to sit up only to find her wrists and legs had been bound. Feeling around with her fingertips as she watched the shadowy figure of her ex, Marie found out she was bound with duct tape. “I find out she’s helping him pull off jobs, even having sex with the man who took her. How long have you been doing this?” came a heated growl from behind her as a hand fisted in her hair and yanked her head back.

    “None of your business you asshole,” she hissed hatefully, earning a hard slap for her sass.

    “Have you been fucking him since you got his case in Arkham? What about before? Have you been helping him this entire time?” the muscled male murmured in her ear, his grip tightening and making her snarl in pain.

    “Eat shit and die you fucker! I don’t owe you shit!” the restrained female returned before getting her face shoved down onto the rough concrete. The much stronger man looming above her released a low growl while he ground her cheek along the ground.

    “You filthy little whore! I took care of you! Made sure your rent was always paid! And this is how you repay me? By fucking some psychotic clown?” he roared before shooting to his feet and kicking her in the side with a steel toed boot.

    **Marie let out a cry of pain as she felt something snap within her. “I was saving your virginity for our marriage and I find out you’ve given it to a murderer! Well I’m not going to let either of you get one up on me,” the crazed ex-marine spat out before pulling out his hunting knife and beginning to cut off her shorts and underwear. The stunned blonde could only watch with wide, gray eyes, before screaming for help.

    “Scream all you want babe. Do you think I’m stupid enough to do this where anyone can hear you?” Roger snarled before ripping off her lower clothes and doing the same to her shirt. Then he was cutting the duct tape around her ankles. earning a hard kick from her shoe clad foot.

    Releasing a guttural yell, the shadowed man grabbed her ankles in a harsh grip before yanking himself against her core. “You better just lay back and enjoy the ride,” Roger snarled before hilting himself inside her. Marie could only yowl in agony as she writhed and bucked her hips in a useless effort to dislodge the horrible being between her legs.

    “You fucking whore! Just give up and let this happen,” the former soldier ordered, a rough hand wrapping around her throat and choking her until her vision began to go black.

    Groaning, the barely conscious blonde could only turn her head to the side as her ex surged inside her limp body. Her dazed eyes suddenly locked on a silhouette by the window and she gave a breathless mewl in response. “Ah fuck, I hope you make that noise again,” grunted the thrusting beast between her thighs as the window opened. In that window appeared a leather covered Selina, whose eyes widened when she saw the position the ex-doctor was in. Then the lithe female was slipping silently inside, her black catsuit making her easily disappear into the shadows.

    “Ah christ!” Roger spat bitterly as he emptied his hot load inside her; groping a handful of her naked breasts as his semen seeped out from between her legs. Then he was pulling out, the light allowing her to see him for the first time. An unnatural white splotched his skin in a few spots and his lips were an unusually bright red. His blue eyes were wide and bloodshot, a fine sheen of sweat coating his large body.**

    **Unfortunately he caught her stare and kicked her in the side again before fastening his pants. “It’s your ‘boyfriend’s’ fault I’m starting to look like a freak! His fault there are now voices in my head! They never shut the fuck up! After I’m finished with you, lover boy is next on my list,” he rumbled, his voice bubbling up from a deep part of his chest as he bent to lift her up by her neck. Marie could only gargle weakly as she kicked out uselessly at him. Just as her vision was once again starting to go black, she was dropped unceremoniously to the ground and showered with warm fluid. A bit of it hit her tongue, leaving a coppery taste that made her think of blood. Looking up, the sandy blonde watched as her former patient finished slitting Roger’s throat.**

    “Selina,” she sobbed out in a relieved voice, smiling at the black clad thief as she cut through the duct tape on her wrists.

    “Dr. Jovian, how the fuck did you get out here? Who was that man,” the furious woman snarled, pulling the blonde to her feet before proceeding to tug Roger’s pants off his cooling body.

    “That was my former boyfriend. As for how I got here, that’s a very long story,” sighed the pain riddled woman as she struggled to put on the overlarge pants her ex-patient handed her. It was hard to breath and it felt like the inside of her womanhood was on fire. A mixture of semen and what she was sure was blood seeped out of her and dribbled down her legs, making her grateful she couldn’t see them.

    “That filth was your boyfriend?! Fuck, maybe Joker actually rescued you,” the cat burglar hissed, giving the corpse another kick before grabbing Maries wrist and dragging her along.

    “Yeah, I was actually starting to think that too. He’s been acting a lot differently than I expected,” the panting doctor rasped as she fought against the graying edges of her vision. As they ran, she did her best to block out the images of Roger over her, entering her; the feeling of him tearing her delicate passage.

    “We have to get you somewhere safe. My hideout is close by. Thank God I was going out for some fun when...,” the feline mask wearing female whispered, leading her through a maze of back alleys until they came upon an old, abandoned house whose yard was covered in strange looking flora.

    “Don’t mind the plants. Sometimes I have company but she won’t mind you. I’ve told her enough about you that she wouldn’t hurt you,” the criminal assured her as she lead her up the rotting steps and past a decrepit, warped door. The inside was no better than the outside, the floor being warped and even missing boards in places. The wallpaper peeled of the walls in long curls and large groups of cats sprawled on the stairs and every other available space.

    “I hope you aren’t allergic to cats,” Selina whispered, her green eyes worried as she turned to look at the swaying woman.

    “No. Can you lead me to where I can have a bath and lay down? I think the bastard broke a few of my ribs,” the blonde gasped before collapsing and simply passing out.

    A sharp slap echoed through the crowded room as Joker glared down at his female partner. His nostrils were flared and his breaths left him in quick pants as he curled his leather covered hands into tight fists. A black eye and split lip only added to his intimidating appearance, making the shaking woman cower from him. “Where the fuck is she?! Don’t keep giving me this bullshit that she fucking ran away! I know her you little slut! She has too many things to hide from to want to return to that life! I know you had something to fucking do with it!” roared the painted killer, his tux coated frame shaking from the force of his rage.

    “Mistah J, why does it mattah? She was just a hostage! She’s back where she belongs,” the spandex wearing femme whimpered, flinching when the livid male tossed a table aside as if it weighed nothing. Then he was grabbing her delicate neck and squeezing, his cold eyes promising a slow death.

    “What do you mean by that you little bitch? What the fuck did you do,” he whispered in a deadly tone, Crane shaking behind him as he fought for control with his darker counterpart.

    While the ‘Clown Prince’ raged, Jonathan was struggling to remain lucid. ‘Bitch! Filthy! Needs to die! Where is she? We need her! Hurt hurthurthurtHURT!’ raved the crazed voice of the thing in his head, forcing the former Psychiatrist to grasp his head in both hands in an effort to anchor himself.

    ‘Stop, stop it! We need to find out where she is first. Besides, I think Joker has earned the right to kill this bitch more than we have,’ the rail thin man tried to reason, earning a guttural snarl in response.

    ‘Things yours way. Look what happened. She is now gone! Only one who understands! Only one who trusts! Only one we love! Ask too much! Cannot just watch! Need justice! Need blood! So afraid... so afraid...,’ ‘Scarecrow’ moaned, its response shocking the more human host.

    ‘You... you love Marie?! How... You can’t love anything!’ Jonathan murmured, stilling as the dark thing in his head froze as well.

    ‘Thought we were empty. Never... never felt before... Used to be afraid of what we felt. No longer. She... M-marie is dear to usssss,’ the being husked, sounding confused and almost pleading.

    “Scarecrow...,” Jonathan whispered out loud, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks as Joker released an animalistic yell before punching the cowering Harley. Tears that didn’t belong to him.

    “You led her to her ex?!” the enraged murderer screamed as his fist collided with his former lover’s nose. The pigtail wearing blonde released a cry of pain and shock, tears welling up in her eyes as she backed away from her beloved.

    “M-mistah J,” she gasped in a broken voice, blood seeping from her newly broken nose.

    “Shut up you whore! Get out! Get out before I end up with your blood on my hands. Your death would cause more trouble than its worth,” the shaking criminal snarled, turning his gaze from her as he ran a gloved hand through his dyed locks.

    “Joker...,” she started again, flinching back when the man went absolutely board stiff.

    “Get! Out!” he screamed, driving her escape. She only had time to grab Reginald before she was running out of the building, her blue eyes blinded by hot tears as blood continued to flow out of her nose.

    Joker panted harshly, his painted nostrils flared as he gritted his teeth. “Fan out. Find her. Now!” he snarled, his heart an aching ball in his chest as he whirled his back on his goons and stormed upstairs. As soon as he entered the room, the cat shot under the bed; as if sensing his ill temper. Letting out a harsh noise, the distraught killer ran his unsteady, purple clad hands through his curly hair as he paced frantically. He needed to clear his mind so he would actually be able to help but he found himself unable to. For the first time in a very long time, he was actually scared for someone else. Somehow, the blonde had wormed her way past his defences and into his heart.

    “What the fuck did you do to me?” he snarled in a choked voice before punching the top of the dresser.

    “You fucking little bitch, you got in! You fucking got in! Well guess what!” he roared, stress clear in his voice as he pulled his handgun free of his right hip holster.

    “Now you’re fucking stuck with me,” he hissed to the empty room before he grabbed several throwing knives as well as bullets. Then he was charging out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he charged downstairs.

    Marie came to, two female shapes leaning over her as she laid on a mattress. “The salve I used should help with her ribs. Do you know what happened yet?” asked an unfamiliar, husky, female voice.

    “Only the barest facts. Joker kidnapped her a while ago but I think that might have been a good thing. The man who did this to her was her... her boyfriend,” replied the voice she recognized as Selina, sounding thoroughly stunned and disgusted.

    “Shit... Call him, Mew-Mew,” urged the other woman, nearly making the half conscious blonde giggle.

    “Mew-Mew? What a cute nickname,” she groaned sitting up and closing her eyes in an effort to focus her vision.

    “Shut up!” her former patient spat in embarrassment, earning a chuckle from a red haired woman.

    The female was rather tall and her clothing appeared to be organic leaves that grew out of her body itself. Even her skin was tinted a sickly green shade and her lips were a deadly looking red that didn’t look like any lipstick ever made. “How did this happen to you?” the plant-like female whispered, her green eyes focused on the injured woman.

    “It was fucking Harley. She led me out of the hideout with a lie about Joker being hurt and needing help. She... she made a deal with my bastard of an ex,” the former Psychologist replied, recognizing the other female immediately. This was Poison Ivy, looking even more horrifying that she had ever imagined. It looked as if the chemicals used on her had truly fused her with plant-life, making her a unique being.

    “Harleen?! Well, I can’t say I’m surprised after what we’ve seen on the news. It seems Joker has taken quite a shine to you,” the leaf covered femme sighed, narrowing her pale eyes as the other woman flipped open her cellphone to dial a number.

    “Who are you calling?” the still sore but clean female asked, wondering how she had been bathed. Then it occurred to her that her two companions must have washed her while she was out, making a heated blush color her cheeks as she filled with mortification.

    “Joker of course! He’s probably looking for you right this moment,” the cat suit wearing female replied, pressing the object to her head and beginning to pace.

    “You have his number?!” Marie burst out, so many questions filling her mind at once as relief also washed through her.

    “Most of us have each other’s numbers, mostly to make sure we don’t accidentally get in the other’s way or blow someone up,” the leather coated thief replied tapping a booted foot as she waited for him to pick up.

    “What the fuck do you want!” came a pissed roar as soon as the ringing ended making all the women in the room wince.

    “Joker! I’m okay! I was rescued by Selina!” Marie called before the cat-like female could answer. This earned a long stretch of silence, making the trio wonder if the connection had been cut off suddenly.

    “Marie? Marie is that you?” came a breathless reply, the normally violent male sounding almost weak. Selina wordlessly handed the reclining woman her phone, taking Ivy and leaving the room.

    Grateful for the privacy, the Psychologist pressed the phone to her head as she tried to slow her racing heart. Just hearing his voice made her long for the safety of his arms, a feeling entirely foreign to her. “Yeah, it’s me,” she replied in a soothing voice, inwardly amused that she was comforting Joker of all people.

    “Oh thank fuck... I thought... What happened? What did that bastard do to you?” came his voice; sounding worried at first, then growing downright deadly.

    “He took the liberty of making the right side of my face match what my left used to look like, he broke a few ribs and raped me for good measure,” she replied, earning an absolutely vicious snarl from the ‘Clown Prince.’

    “If I see Harley again, I’ll fucking kill her. I don’t care how much Selina and her girlfriend like her,” the infuriated male ground out, the faint sound of squealing tires heard in the background.

    “Is that her? Is she hurt?” came a faint, male voice in the background, making her realize Jonathan was coming too.

    “Asshole fucking busted her up and raped her. Probably would have killed her if it wasn’t for Selina,” her lover replied heatedly before an inhuman noise came from what she assumed was ‘Scarecrow.’

    “We’ll be there in a second. For fuck’s sake just stay still,” Joker bit out before hanging up. Marie could only sigh as she slumped in the bed, smiling at the pair that came back into the room.

    “Just so you know, you don’t have to worry about us sheltering Harley while you’re here. We don’t like what she did but everyone acts a bit nutty when in love,” Ivy whispered, her arm slung loosely around Selina’s hourglass waist.

    “Thanks, I appreciate that. They should be here soon,” the blonde sighed, tossing the black phone back to its owner. Unfortunately they were interrupted by a frantic pounding on the door.

    “Shit, it’s too soon to be them. That’s probably Harleen,” Ivy groaned, leaving Selina to go downstairs to deal with the female jester.

    “How long have you two been together?” Marie asked curiously, trying to pass the time while she heard a pair of faint voices below. To her amusement, the felid-like woman blushed prettily while nibbling her lower lip.

    “A few years. Ivy’s been working on something with her plants to enable us to become parents naturally,” she confessed, rubbing her leather covered arm as she shifted almost shyly.

    “Congrats and I mean that” Marie offered with a wide smile, genuinely happy for the other woman. The midnight haired femme smiled and opened her mouth to reply when they heard loud protests from downstairs.

    “How dare you take that hussy’s side! If you hadn’t interfered then she’d be dead now! Surely Mistah J woulda forgotten her in time! He just needed her gone to realize he really loves me,” exclaimed an all too familiar, accented voice.

    “I don’t care right now Harleen. Joker is on his way to pick her up so you should get out before he gets here. If he sees you anywhere near where she is, I don’t think you’ll live to tell the tale,” the stoic Ivy responded, a hint of irritation in her husky voice. Thankfully that seemed to do the trick and hurricane Harley fled with a flurry of heel steps.

    Not a few seconds later, a vehicle was heard pulling up outside and two pairs of feet charged into the house and up the stairs. “First room on the right,” Ivy called, not sounding bothered one bit by their behavior. Then the two men were bursting into the room, equal looks of fear in their faces. Once they saw she was whole, they only relaxed slightly before rushing to her bed and assaulting her with a myriad of questions.

    “One at a time guys,” the overwhelmed ex-doctor pleaded, her head pounding from the noise.

    “Is he fucking dead?” Joker snarled, his first question surprising no one.

    “Selina killed him,” Marie sighed before the tux wearing man was scooping her into his strong arms.

    “Shame, I would have liked the pleasure myself,” he rasped, his arms shaking as he dared Selina to protest with his blazing, green eyes. The black clad thief only nodded, an amused look on her disguised face as the killer and his taller partner left with their precious burden.

    Soon Joker was crawling into the back of the van with her, relegating Jonathan to driving since he seemed unwilling to let her go. His red lips were pursed in a grim line, the scars on his cheeks giving him and even more severe look. “What happened?” Marie whispered, gently touching his split lip as she stared at his black eye. The clown cradling her could only give her a half amused, half frustrated glance before huffing laughter through his nose.

    “Here you are, broken ribs and raped; possibly pregnant and you’re worrying about me,” he whispered before cackling quietly, the sound holding a slightly bitter edge. A leather covered hand moved a strand of her burnished gold hair out of her face before he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

    “I had a run in with Batsy during our excursion today, like I hoped. Turned out he wasn’t as amused by my game as I thought he would. Who knew forcing someone to chose between blowing up a bus of children or a nursing home would be one of his triggers?” the crazed male joked, one of his hands moving to gently lift up her shirt.

    His green eyes gained a furious glare as he saw the horrible bruising under the coating of salve Ivy had put on her. Then his gaze moved to her face and his gaze burned green fire. Surprisingly gentle fingertips brushed the abused skin before he was closing his eyes to gain some control over himself. Jonathan, wanting to get back as much as they did, started the van and pushed the gas pedal to the floor; making sure to drive cautiously despite the insane speed. Nodding in approval, the tense villain holding her reopened his eyes to lock his gaze with hers. Then his lips were meeting hers almost cautiously, his breath leaving him in ragged huffs as one of his hands came up to tangle in her shoulder length hair. “I thought I’d lost you,” he whispered in a soft voice, not breaking contact with her mouth as he spoke.

    “Joker...,” Marie whispered, all the emotions of the night hitting her at once as she clung to the lapels of his cotton jacket. The green haired male only shook his head violently, wrapping his arms around her as he held her shaking form against him.

    “No, please hold on until we get home; please. Just a little longer,” he whispered urgently in her ear, his gloved hands moving on her shuddering upper back as he tried to soothe her. Swallowing her tears, the distraught female could only nod before burrowing her aching face into the silk covering his chest under his coat.

    “Soon, soon,” whispered his voice in her ear, the huskiness her only anchor in the storm that threatened to overcome her any moment. Thankfully the man holding her was right and they pulled up to their ‘home’ within seconds.

    “Put your arms around my neck,” he whispered softly, earning instant compliance as he swept her aching body into his arms and carried her inside.

    “Get her some painkillers and knock before you enter,” Joker ordered Crane, getting a grunt of agreement as the spasming male lurched off to do as asked. From the looks of it, it was getting harder and harder for the doctor to control his other half but neither of them could be bothered with that information.

    Within seconds, the purple clad murderer was opening his door and laying her on the bed before closing and locking the same entry. Then he was taking her into his arms once more, his hands all over her as he released ragged breaths. Just knowing she was where she was safe, Marie finally let go of all her fear and pain; sobbing loudly into his blue clad chest. The man holding her tensed for a brief moment before beginning to rock her, his arms shaking slightly. “I was so scared Joker! I thought I was going to die,” the battered female gasped between sobs, getting a soft noise in response.

    “Jack...,” he whispered in a barely audible voice, making the former Psychologist stop mid-cry. Her heart roared in her ears as she slowly looked up at him with confused, tear filled eyes.

    “Wh-what?” she whispered just as quietly, her heart leaping in her throat when the green haired killer pressed his painted forehead against hers and took one of her hands in his; tangling their fingers together.

    “My real name. It’s Jack Napier. I’d like ya ta use it in private from now on,” he murmured before pulling his hand free of hers. With a frustrated noise, the disguised male pulled his glove off with his teeth before once again entwining their hands.

    “J-joker...,” Marie whispered unsurely, her her skipping a few beats from the implications this action had.

    “Jack right now, please. I... I was so scared for you Bon Jovi. I thought I had lost the only other person who could understand me. The only person I ever... If the bastard was still alive, he would be screaming in agony before you while I tortured him via your instructions,” he snarled, his heated, ugly words causing a strange thrill of arousal to race through her veins.

    Shaking her head to clear it, Marie took a deep breath before meeting Joker’s eyes with her own. “I’m glad to be home... Jack,” she whispered, the name tasting strange on her tongue. Just hearing it seemed to make the male stiffen as his breath stopped in his chest.

    “Say my name again,” he urged in an odd sounding voice, his naked hand disposing of his other glove so he could fully touch her. Both large, calloused hands cupped her face as his eyes blazed into hers, time seeming to almost freeze until she spoke next.

    “Jack,” she said a bit louder, barely having time to gasp before his lips met hers fiercely. An ill timed knock interrupted the moment and Joker broke from her with a sigh.

    “Use your key Crane,” he allowed before the obviously worried chemist did just that.

    His wide, haunted eyes flitted around the room until they landed on her bruised form. Releasing a gruff noise, the thin male rushed to her side to take one of her hands in his. “Oh Marie. I should have followed her closer, paid more attention. This is all my fault,” Jonathan groaned, his voice wracked with guilt as his bony body shook uncontrollably.

    “What do you mean?” the clown holding her asked before she could, his voice holding a steely edge as his hazel orbs narrowed.

    “I knew she was plotting something so I followed her for a few days. One night I saw her hand something off to a shadowy figure and thought nothing of it. I chose to follow her instead. If I had followed him, maybe...,” the guilt ridden male whispered, only to nearly get tackled by a hug from his former caretaker.

    “It’s not your fault Jonathan. You couldn’t have known that was Roger. For all you know, that could have been just another deal she was making,” the injured blonde assured, before releasing him to take the painkillers from him. Crane could only watch, relief slowly filling him when he saw she was a lot less injured than she seemed.

    “Thanks Crane. Go back downstairs and keep an eye out for Harley. I don’t trust that idiot not to try something stupid,” Joker growled, wrapping his arms around her once more to pull her into his lap. Nodding, the thin male gave Marie one last glance before going downstairs. As much as he wanted to stay, he knew better than to try to fight for something that was never his.

    After a few moments of being alone, the taller male slowly let her go to get out of bed and get undressed. Once naked, he paused and got a thoughtful look on his painted face. “Roger’s dead. There’s really nothing to keep you here,” he whispered, a slightly panicked look briefly crossing his face before it was replaced by anger. The straw haired femme could only blink as she thought about what he had said. He was right, there was now no reason for her to not try to run away. No reason other than the man giving her a deadly glare.

    “You’re right about that. If I wanted, I could leave tomorrow and go back to a life before crime,” she whispered, getting to her feet as she slowly closed the distance between them. Joker only released a low growl, palming one of his knives as she began to move closer to him and therefore the door. To his shock, the shorter woman flung her arms around his neck as she locked her gaze with his.

    “But I don’t want to leave Jack. I... I think I... Oh Jack, I think I love you,” she whispered in a rush before she stood on tiptoes to take his lips in a sweet kiss. To her shock and slight hurt, the taller male shoved her away slightly to give her a confused look.

    “Wh-what? What did you say?” he whispered in a far too quiet voice, his hands pulsing on her shoulders.

    “I... I love you,” she repeated, feeling confused when the naked man withdrew entirely. In seconds he was throwing his clothes on, only adding to her confusion.
    “Jack, what did I do wrong?” she found herself gasping as the clown grabbed his weapons and stormed to the door. Without answering her, the killer opened the door and slammed it shut. Marie only had seconds to ponder just what she had done before her heart shattered and she simply began to sob, Jonathan soon joining her to offer what comfort he could.
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