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Gotham: A Twisted Affair	By : TheMKnight Category: DC Verse Comics > Action Comics Views: 1491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It took Paul about 2 hours to get out the sewers and to his apartment. Thankfully his makeup was mostly smeared and gone; he basically removed it with his sleeve as he climbed the stairs and walked into his apartment. Paul walked into the bathroom and pulled off his beanie, black hair flowing a bit and stopping at his upper neck. In the mirror, Paul managed to see he had several bruises and a black eye. The bitch must have kept hitting him to make sure he stayed out. He mentally smacked himself as he checked his wallet, and was relieved to find its contents still in tact...in fact he actually had a few extra bucks in his wallet now.
"Huh, guess that bitch ain't so bad after all..." He mused, getting ready for work after taking a shower. Ironically, despite his Joker alter ego, Paul actually had a worth-while job.
He worked as a trader in Gotham Trading Industries; an exporter of commercialized goods in the city and importer of many as well. It was a well paying job.
Then that rose the question; why was Paul a Joker?
The answer, he didn’t exactly start with a good job.

Paul arrived at work 10 minutes late; his boss was rather accepting of that and waved off the issue; telling Paul to get to work. At his desk, Paul began to do what he did best; manage shipping trades and ensure things would all get where they needed. It was a decent job, not exactly the best in the company, but Paul enjoyed it none the less. However, after getting off the phone with someone in Metropolis over some odd shipments...Paul’s mind began to think back to her. The text said she was known as Silent Night; sounded like a cheap super hero name to an even cheaper comic. But that didn't change the fact she let him live, and he didn't trust that. All he did was get her off; that's not as big of an achievement many consider.
He still couldn't trust it.
Paul's thoughts were ceased when his supervisor dropped some files on his desk, regarding a shipping manifest. Paul resumed working, the thoughts of Silent Night being a bit gone for now...but not forgotten. No matter what he did, he didn't forget about it.
He didn't have a good feeling about going home.

Paul walked through the streets of Gotham, his briefcase in hand, as he observed the people he passed by on the way home. He saw fathers, mothers, and children; even entire familes. Then he walked by an alley, and found cops there, one of them drapping a tarp over yet another dead Bat and Joker; no doubt having killed each other with their own bullets. Sights like that made Paul really think about things; really wonder. That dead Bat...he could have a family. Man could have been a father, had a few kids who'd grow up with a widow mother and no daddy. It almost made him depressed, the factions fighting for the wrong reasons. Paul reached his apartment...and found someone standing there. The purple jeans and shirt, green mustache and bowl cut hair along with white make up basically screamed he was a Joker. Paul crossed his arms as he stopped walking, looking at the man, who in turn gazed back.
"What do you want? I'm off duty for now." The Joker let out a sigh before turning to fully face Paul; a Partisan in his hand. The gun was tossed to Paul, who caught it with little effort.
"Mauler heard about what happened to you yesterday, he wants to see you when you get a chance." Paul looked down at the new Partisan, then back to the Joker. "Don' worry; Mauler ain't mad. Believe it or not he actually concerned for ya; wants to make sure ya ok." That was something Paul found hard to believe. Mauler was the founder of the Jokerz; almost as crazed and demented as the actual Joker himself. When he asked to see someone, it was usually to promote them, give them a special assignment...or personally put a bullet in them. Paul didn't do anything promotion worthy, nor did he have any special jobs. The Joker walked off, leaving Paul with his new Partisan. Unlike his old one, this one was molded with a Red Dot Sight, and was painted in cheetah print; a bit of a better model; Mauler must have wanted it delivered to Paul, meaning the last option could be somewhat ruled out...for the time being. Unlocking the door and entering his apartment, Paul set the Partisan down by the door, as well as his briefcase. He was about to go hit the shower and go to bed, but his phone suddenly vibrated; he got a text. He withdrew his phone from his pocket and checked it, and paled a bit.
It was from her.
"Check your bed." His hand grabbed the Partisan as he held the gun firm, walking with tremblling footsteps. He slid the bedroom door open slowly; expecting to be met with a sword in the neck.
Instead he found something on his bed.
A pair of panties...her panties...
Paul was more concerned with the fact of how they got there rather than then being there in the first place. His eyes darted across the room, looking for a means she could have gotten inside, before it all hit him like a train.
She knew where he lived.
Paul was scared, scared shitless actually. He approached the bed and gently picked them up, and looked them over carefully. As he partially expected, there was a huge wet spot in them, no doubt from her being aroused. He held them near his face and took a whiff, smelling all the arousal from her, and found himself actually hard. His phone vibrated again, and he read the message enclosed, no doubt from her.
"Masturbate..." He looked down at the panties, and then down at his own erection, slowly easing down his zipper and letting his length flop out. He was no godly man meat below the belt, but he was a decent 7.5 inches in length. He gently wrapped her panties around his cock, and already felt how soft and plush they were. He pumped his hand up and down a bit, as he savored the feeling of her panties wrapped around his cock. He stifled a moan, and then a thought crossed his mind; a fantasy. He pictured her, gently rubbing his cock; sliding her hand up and down his erection, and gently taking the head into her mouth, suckling it before going down slowly, taking his length into her mouth. He kept pumping his hand up and down, going faster as his hips unconciously bucked in tune with his pumps. His fantasy reached its end, his mind picturing her jacking him off relentlessly as she silently urged him to cum; begged him almost. With a grunt of exhertion, he bucked his hips once more; ropes of cum flying from the head and splattering on the floor. Paul took a few minutes to catch his breath as realization caught up to him; and he cleaned himself up and got ready for bed; despite it only being 7 PM. He was just tired, worried, and above all else, scared. Clad in his boxers and a tee shirt, Paul sat awake in bed; Partisan in his hands the entire time.
He didn't fall asleep until 11 PM.

Silent Night breathed a sigh as she finished watching Paul; pulling a hand away from her still dripping pussy. While he had been masturbating, she had been watching him and fingering herself; finishing up as she watched him sleep. The poor man had no clue she learned where he lived from watching him go home, as well as watching where he went to work. But what was most interesting to her, was that she found out Paul was soon to pay the head of the Jokerz a visit...her Bat instinct said it’d be best to keep him alive and well until then. A smile crept along her face, as Silent Night knew Paul was in for a lot.
...she was going to have fun with this one...
To Be Continued...
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