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Living in Darkness- HIATUS/editing ch 19-25	By : Meursault Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 9298 -:- 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 Twenty
I wriggle my naked body, trying to push myself off the Joker’s back. In response, the cold point of a knife pricks into my leg. I stop moving and then stealthily reach behind and try to gorge my fingers into the Joker’s eyes. However, I miss completely and end up poking him in the cheek. Before I can find his eyes, the Joker growls and flings me from his back. Crashing to the ground, my arm screams out in pain and tears leak from my eyes.
“Uhhh,” I groan, cradling my arm. The second I begin to stand up, I’m push back to the ground by the Joker’s foot. Fluidly, The Joker presses his knife to my throat and I wince as it scratches my skin.
“What was that about?” the Joker snarls.
I shake my head, “I don’t know,” I answer wearily. The Joker makes a face of contempt
“Alright Elena, here’s the deal,” he leers, “we’re going to go back to the room. Either-”
“What? Why?” I interrupt.
The Joker responds irritably, “We are going to the room because you’re acting like a maniac. You need to be taught a lesson. I uh, I obviously can’t do that here. So, you can walk calmly to the room or I can drag you. It’s your choice, sweetheart.”
I hold back a whimper. Taking a breath, I glower at him. “How do you know I won’t run away?”
“Because,” he answers, “you can hardly see straight, much less run.”
He’s right, there’s no point in running when I’m just going to fall on my ass.
“Fine, I’ll walk.” I surrender. “Now let me up.” The Joker draws the knife back, staring as I stumble to my feet. There’s a vulgar smile on his face as he looks my body over.
“You know,” he says, pointing his knife in my direction, “this is the first tine I’ve seen you completely undressed. Let me tell you, you don’t disappoint.”
I cross my legs and arms so that the important parts are covered. “I can’t say the same for you,” I snap. “Do you have something I can cover up with?”
“No,” the Joker answers, smile widening.
“Where are the clothes you were wearing when…whooa!” I lose my balance and almost fall.
The Joker looks around halfheartedly and shrugs his shoulders. “I lost them. Let’s go.”
I shake my head. “I am not going out there without clothes on.”
Ignoring me, the Joker places his hand on my back, and pushes me forcefully to the door. After raising his fist and knocking twice, the door opens and we step out into a well-lit hallway. The bright lights make my eyes water and I walk uneasily as the Joker leads me swiftly towards the elevator. We’re definitely in some sort of renovated hotel; the architecture is old-fashioned but the carpet and furnishing is new.
“Why didn’t you blindfold me?” I ask.
Signing in impatience, the Joker shushes me and bangs on the elevator button repeatedly until it opens with a ping.
In the elevator, I cringe at my reflection shining in the silver doors. Seeing my naked body next to the Joker’s forces down the reality of my situation. A bright red tint of embarrassment and fear spreads across my face.
The Joker notices. “No need to be embarrassed, God made us to not wear clothes,” he assures mockingly in my ear, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“There is no God,” I whisper. “If there was, I wouldn’t be here.”
The Joker squeezes my shoulder. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
I turn towards the Joker, who looks down at me, curiosity brimming. “I…I can’t do this.” I tremble. The elevator opens and the Joker shoves me out, leading towards the door at the end of the hall. Opening it, he shoves me in, closes the door and knocks on it twice. I hear the deadbolt slide into place, was there someone out there?
Turning back towards me, the Joker crosses his arms, “What do you mean you can’t do this?”
“You know what I mean,” I answer, going to the wardrobe and fishing out a long shirt.
“No, no I don’t know what you mean,” The Joker smiles. “Why don’t you explain? Oh, and don’t waste your time putting the shirt on, I’m going to rip it off in a matter of minutes.”
I huff, disregarding what he said, and tug the shirt over my head. “I mean that I can’t have sex with you. I just, I just can’t.”
The Joker’s eyes widen. “What do you mean, you can’t ?” he growls. “Is your vagina broken?”
“No,” I rephrase. “I mean I won’t have sex with you. Please, I’m scared; I know it’s going to hurt. Don’t make me do this.”
The Joker stares at me and then bursts out laughing. He clutches his sides, baring stained teeth, harsh cackling filling the air.
“Stop laughing at me.”
“I’m sorry,” the Joker gasps out. “But that’s a good joke! Believe me, I appreciate a good joke!”
“I’m not joking. You can’t have sex with me.”
“Oh, but you must be; you have no authority over me.”
I stare up towards the ceiling, trying to stop the tears from running down my face. “You know I’m going to fight you,” I warn quietly.
The Joker smirks, “Good.” He walks slowly to me, circling like a predator. As he extends his hand towards me, I slap it viciously away. Surprisingly, the Joker walks past me and goes to the bed. He kneels down and begins to rummage for something underneath. While he’s preoccupied, I quickly scan the room for anything to protect myself with. There’s nothing, nothing, wait! I rush to the wardrobe and dig through it, pulling out a belt.
I hear a cough behind me. Looking around, I see the Joker standing next to the bed, in his hand a long rope. I boost myself up with aid of the wardrobe and stumble back a few steps. The Joker stalks towards me arrogantly, classic creepy smile plastered on his face. His dick sways back and forth with each step, an ever-present reminder of what’s to come. I look from the rope to my belt, feeling nauseous.
“Don’t come any closer,” I warn, holding the belt before me like a whip.
“Oh please Elena, you wouldn’t.” he provokes. In response I swing the belt at his face. Elegantly, he catches it, ripping it out of my hand.
Drunkenly, I run to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I lean against the door with all my strength, but the Joker easily bulldozes past my blockade, sending me sprawled to the ground.
“NO!” I scream as the Joker grabs me by the legs, dragging me from the bathroom. I seize the corner of the wall before being ripped from it like a babe from its mother.
“NO, NO! STOP! LET ME GO!” I kick until the Joker lets go of my legs. I begin to crawl away when the Joker lifts me easily up and tosses me onto the bed. As the Joker nears me, I raise my leg and kick at him. Unfortunately he dodges it and then cocks his arm back and punches me full in the face.
My head snaps back and I scream as blood pours from my nose. My face feels like it’s on fire. Subconsciously I hear the Joker chuckle, “It’s your fault; you always have to put up a fight.” The blood from my nose begins to drip down into my mouth. I reach my hand up to wipe it away, but it never gets there. Instead, I feel my wrists being grabbed and tied back by some kind of rope. I try to pull away but the rope only bites tighter into my skin.
“What?” I mumble, my mouth thick with blood.
“Shhh shhh, it’s alright,” the Joker giggles, smoothing the wet hair from my forehead.
Finally, I shake the stars from my eyes and look about me. The Joker is by my feet, tying them to the bed posts with the coil of rope. I hurry to sit up, but find I can’t move due to my arms being secured tightly above my head.
The Joker glances up and smiles. He licks his puckered lips, the black paint around his eyes deepening the fire of his gaze. “Aren’t you a sight, dearie,” he observes. “And so powerless, that’s the best part!”
“You’re a bastard,” I choke out, blood drooling from my lips.
“Eh, you may be right, I’m not sure myself.”
“What did you put in my drink?”
The Joker looks about in mock offense. “You don’t mean me, do you?” he asks. “I would never!”
“I know you did. I never get this drunk from three glasses of wine. You drugged me,” I accuse.
The Joker smiles, “What’s done is done. I thought it would loosen you up a bit, and you know what? It did. Just not enough apparently; I’ll know better next time.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” he says with a smile and climbs onto the bed.
Tears drop from my eyes as he crawls towards me, pausing only to take in the sight of my exposed pussy.
“So, let me ask you something,” he says lightly, as though making small talk over some tea and biscuits, “why do you shave your cunt?”
When I don’t answer, he continues. “Is it because you’d think I’d like it? Because I do, it’s definitely…appetizing.”
I whimper audibly as he leans down and blows lightly on it, making him laugh in delight.
“Feel good?” he asks slyly.
“I thought you were going to seduce me,” I interpose, “so I would beg for you to fuck me. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
The Joker sits upright and moves so he’s straddling my waist. “It would’ve taken too long. And this is just as fun.” With a grin, he leans over me, and plants a kiss on my mouth. I scream a muffled scream and turn my head away, struggling against the bonds. Malevolently, the Joker grips my jaw and turns me back to face him. Carefully, he brushes the softest of kisses against my protesting lips, almost a caress. As he pulls away, I squirm in disgust and spit at him. Dots of blood and salvia splatter his pale face. “Don’t kiss me,” I growl.
He rubs the spit off his face and wipes it on my arm. “You are definitely one of the most insolent people I have ever met,” he seethes through gritted teeth.
I’m about to rebuttal, but before I can say anything, the Joker’s mouth crushes back upon mine. I try to keep my lips tightly clamped, but the Joker is able to wriggle his tongue in. My mouth begins to mold together with his and act eagerly on its own accord. I feel my desire start to heat up as that carnal need for passion takes over my mind. My arms pull against their restraints, not in protest but because I want to wrap my arms around this person kissing me so expertly. Mentally, I smack myself for falling for his touches so easily. I will not let my body betray my better judgment. Before our kiss deepens any further, I locate the Joker’s tongue in my mouth and bite down hard on it.
Instantly the Joker rips himself from me. “Bitch!” he snarls, cuffing me in the side of the head. “You sure like to bite, don’t you?” The blow stings, but it’s a small price to pay for my self-dignity.
“I told you not to kiss me,” I reply.
“You’re right,” he says, wiping his mouth. “Let’s skip the foreplay and get to the fun stuff.” He slides down and positions himself above me.
“No!” I yell fiercely, a sob breaking from my lips, “Get off!”
The Joker smiles. “Ready?” he sneers. I see his mouth quaking in anticipation.
“What you’re doing is common rape,” I try to reason frantically. “Aren’t you above something so vulgar?”
“It’s time for you to stop talking,” the Joker replies simply.
“NO, NO! SOMEONE HELP ME!” I wiggle my body around as much as possible, which is not much. Tears drip down my face, mixing with the drying blood. “HELP! HELP ME!”
My heart quickens as the Joker pauses. He glances at me, an expression on his face I don’t recognize. Is it pity? With a sigh, he crawls off the bed and walks towards the bathroom.
I stare at the Joker’s retreating form. He looks over his shoulder and smiles oddly before disappearing into the bathroom.
Seconds tick by slowly. I test my bonds again but they hold fast. Suddenly the Joker appears again at the foot of the bed.
“Please,” I sob, “please let me go. Just let me go.” The Joker’s eyes contemplate me briefly. Without a word, he climbs back onto the bed. Reaching up to my face, he shoves a washcloth in my mouth. I choke at the intrusion, new fear seeping into my skin.
I try to scream, but only a muffled “mmmmh” comes out.
Laughing the Joker tweaks one of my nipples. “Much better,” he mocks. Steadily, he positions himself above me again. I close my eyes and brace myself for the horrific intrusion.
Suddenly, there is a loud rap on the door. The Joker growls and jumps off the bed, storming to the door and opening it with a bang.
“What the fuck do you want?” he asks the man standing in the doorway. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”
The man looks over the Joker’s shoulder and sees me bound and gagged. No emotion crosses his eyes as they return to the Joker’s.
“We’re ready. All the pieces are in order. This may be the only chance we get this week,” he says apathetically.
“Now?” the Joker bellows. “Does it have to be now?”
The man shuffles uncomfortable. I try screaming out to him, but if he hears the muffled moans, he makes no sign of it. “It doesn’t have to be now. But we might have to wait until next week before we get another chance.”
The Joker growls something inaudibly to the man and slams the door in his face. He comes back to me and removes the gag. “Oh aren’t you the lucky one,” he taunts. “Look like this will have to wait until later. Apparently, I have plans.”
I feel my body relax as I realize I’ve escaped my terrible fate for the time being.
The Joker sneers. “Don’t look so thrilled. When I get back, we’ll start right where we left off.” He goes to the wardrobe, donning some new clothes. “And maybe I’ll be in a fouler mood, which won’t be fun for you.”
“At least it’s one more day without you,” I respond, sounding braver now that I’m not in immediate danger. “And who knows, maybe you’ll be killed. Won’t that be a let-down? A total of zero people will mourn your passing.”
Pulling his jacket on, the Joker approaches me, wrapping his hand tightly around my throat. I squirm as I begin to lose oxygen.
“When I come back,” he snarls, “I’m going to eliminate that little cheeky spirit of yours. By the time I’m done, even your parents won’t recognize you Elena. I’m going to break you.”
I cough as he releases my windpipe and kisses my on the cheek before waltzing towards the door.
“Wait, untie me!” I implore after him. But the Joker ignores me and exit the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear the bolt of the lock and then all is silent.
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