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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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Author’s Note: Yeah, I needed to break up the last chapter as it was getting a bit long. You’ll see why. Also, my apologies for delays. I had Pneumonia and had to take some time to get better.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Becoming

    Looking at her once again clear face, Marie couldn’t help but wonder why Joker had demanded she removed her disguise. Shrugging it off as one of his eccentricities, the blonde merely dried her face before exiting the bathroom. To her shock, she was greeted to a pitch black bedroom once she left; making a rush of fear wash through her body. Even with her eyes open as wide as they could go, she could see nothing; filling her with a deep sense of unease. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, the former doctor closed her eyes for a few moments to allow them to adjust to the lack of light. Thankfully, just doing that for a few minutes allowed her to make out dim shapes; making it possible for her to make her way to the bed. She only made it a few steps before she heard a familiar chuckle right behind her. “Much better,” purred a certain killer’s midtone voice right by her ear. Then a pair of hands descended on her still clothed shoulders as a warm kiss landed on her cheek.

    Shuddering slightly at the contact, the mostly blind female turned her gaze in a vain attempt to see villain. She wasn’t too surprised when she only saw his very faint silhouette. “Why are all the lights off?” She found herself asking as she subconsciously backed toward the bed.

    “Let’s see if you can figure that out on your own,” he replied, his shadowy figure following her closely until the backs of her legs hit the mattress.

    Meeping and windmilling her arms uselessly, the overbalanced female fell back onto the mattress with a soft noise. Chuckling, Joker slowly crawled over her prone body until the tip of his nose rested against hers. “Relax babe. Ya know I’m not gonna, uh, hurt ya,” he murmured as he laid his naked, lightly muscled body along hers. Then he was kissing her lightly, his hands fumbling with the jacket of the purple suit she still wore. Despite the fact she couldn’t see him, something felt different about the criminal. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It was only when the clothes on her torso were removed and his mouth latched onto one of her breasts that she figured out just what it was.

    As she arched her back and moaned involuntarily, her hands came up to cup his face to hold him in place; feeling only soft skin beneath her fingers. “J-jack, y-you’re not...,” she began, her word interrupted by the gasp that left her lips as he switched sides.

    “Wearing any make-up? Yeah, I know,” he husked, sitting up so he could remove her pants and underwear in a singular movement. Then his lips were taking hers, taking away her ability to ask questions as he settled himself between her thighs.

    After few moments, Marie found herself giving into what was happening as her arms wrapped around his neck and her mouth opened to his assault. Gone were the questions about why he was doing this, rapidly replaced with an almost painful need for the murderer above her. Even in her haze of lust, the ex-psychologist knew just what removing his disguise like this could mean; the possibilities making her heart race as her hands tried to touch all of him at once. As if entertained by her sudden franticness, Jack pulled back to give her what she could assume was an amused look due to the lack of any ambient light. “If I knew it would be this easy to get ya all over me, I woulda taken off the make-up long ago,” he teased in a throaty voice just before his teeth clamped lightly on the pulse of her jugular.

    The slight feeling of pain made need flare in her lower body, the thick lust becoming a coil of pulsing want. Moaning as she leaned into the gentle bite, the thrashing female ran her purple nails down Joker’s bare, muscled back; drawing an animalistic sound from the taller male. Huffing hot breath against her neck, he pulled back so he could once again take a nipple into his eager mouth; his hands moving down to rest at her wide hips as he suckled her slowly. Each pass of his skilled tongue only served to tighten the spring within her, forcing breathless keens from her lips as she squirmed beneath him. “Jack, oh Jack I need you,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist so his erection rested firmly against her aching womanhood.

    Growling low in his throat, he released her pink sweet to rest his forehead against hers; his breathing ragged as he rubbed himself along her passage. “Beg me for it, let me hear how much ya want me,” he husked out in a strained voice, his rough hands twitching on her hips as he shuddered against her.

    “Please, please Jack. I need to feel you inside me, stretching me,” the lust fogged female gasped, the only thing on her mind her extreme need to satisfy the roaring ache centered in her nethers.

    Just hearing her breathless pleas made the violent male shake slightly as a deep noise bubbled up from his chest. Burrowing his face into the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply as he angled himself to enter her; moving forward achingly slow until he was fully hilted in her silken walls. Then everything froze, Joker pressing kisses all over her face as he remained still. “Just... just give me a few minutes like this,” he begged in an emotion filled voice, his arms wrapping around her tightly as he continued to pepper her skin with kisses. Then he was pulling out oh so slowly, drawing a deep groan from Marie as she arched into his warm body.

    “Fuck, you’re so tight; so wet,” rasped his unsteady voice from somewhere above her, his naked lips taking hers hungrily as he slowly entered her again.

    “Ja-ack,” the blonde moaned, her hands reaching up to cup his scarred cheeks as he took her slowly and sweetly. The criminal only grunted in response, shifting slightly as he fumbled with something on the nightstand beside the bed.

    Suddenly she found herself blinded as light flooded the room, a slight hiss leaving her lips as Joker continued to move lazily within her. “Look at me,” he rasped, leaning back so she could see his face when her eyes adjusted to the harshness of the light. Whimpering, Marie forced her aching eyes to open; unable to see more than a blur at first. Then, ever so slowly, her eyes adjusted enough to allow her to see his true face. The skin itself was pale, dark, almost purple blotches circling his glittering eyes. His lips were a slightly redder pink due to being dyed from his lipstick and his pink scars curled the corners of his lips. The deep gashes were soft and not nearly as angry as she thought they would be, blending in easily with the skin around them. It was then she noticed the villain has gone stone still, his green eyes full of apprehension as he stared down at her.

    “You’re beautiful Jack,” she whispered, meaning every word as she leaned up to capture his plush lips in a gentle kiss.

    “Marie,” he rasped in a breathless voice, his hips moving once again as he began to take her once more.

    Rough hands tightened on her hips as he began to move faster with a groan, every stroke of him inside her causing sparks of pleasure to dance through her veins. His name soon became a mantra on her lips, her eyes never leaving his face as she felt an indescribable pressure building up inside her. Then her vision was filling with white as she felt herself explode, his name leaving her in pants as he stilled; spilling himself into her with a rough growl of her name. Before she could even begin to gather her wits, the naked killer was laying her down and laying beside her; pulling a blanket up to covered their bodies. Strong arms came up to accompany the blanket, wrapping around her shaking body to hold her close; a pair of lips resting on her sweaty forehead.

    After a few moments of silence, the former doctor looked up at the man that had essentially changed her life forever; only to find he was studying her just as closely. His naked lips were pursed as he seemed to mull things over in his head, reaching over with a lazy hand to turn off the lamp on the night stand. “No, please leave it on for a minutes longer,” she found herself requesting. To her disbelief, her lover only narrowed his eyes before giving a slight nod.

    “You can say it if you want,” he bit out, his out of nowhere statement startling the piss out of her. Blinking, she gave him a confused look as she tried to understand what he meant.

    “Er, what are you talking about?” the confused woman whispered, startling when he gave her an impatient glare.

    Suddenly he was looming over her, his hazel eyes shining with slight anger as he seemed to press his weight into her. “You know damn well what I’m talking about. You keep saying it despite me not wanting you to. Are you honestly telling me you’re not going to say it now that I want you to?” he bit out, his gruff voice holding a hint of amusement as he rested the tip of his nose on hers.

    “Wh-wha?” the bewildered female gasped out, only to be more confused when he rolled his eyes at her in a playful manner.

    “Ya know, a certain four letter word that I happen to think is very stupid,” he pressed, tsking grouchily when the golden haired Psychologist gave him a blank look.

    “I’m sorry, I’m really at a loss here. Could you maybe give me a bit more to work with here?” she responded, thinking back on everything that had happened recently and coming up with nothing. The only thing she could think of was...

    Suddenly comprehension washed over her in a cold rush, making her stare up at the undisguised male. The green haired killer only watched her expression change, a self satisfied grin on his pale face. “Y-you want me to tell you I... I love you?” she ventured nervously, getting a passionate kiss in response.

    “Took ya long enough,” he husked before turning off the lamp and plunging them into darkness.

    Marie could only stare at the last spot she had seen the confusing villain, a bemused expression on her pale face. As much as she wanted to ask him why he had changed his mind, she knew full well him removing his make-up had been a huge step. Pushing him any further would be an exercise in folly. Instead she just sighed and curled up in his strong arms, allowing his scent to lull her. “I... I love you Jack,” she whispered hesitantly, tensing as she prepared for the normal bomb to go off. To her utter shock, he merely pressed a kiss to her forehead as he began to pet her golden locks affectionately.

    “Yeah, I’m startin’ ta believe ya,” rasped his sleepy sounding voice as his arms tightened briefly. The exhausted female only shook her slightly before nestling into his bare chest and allowing herself to fall asleep. She never saw the contemplative look her companion was giving her.

    “I’m also startin’ ta feel the same,” he sighed quietly, watching the dirty blonde until he lost his own battle with sleep.

    The next morning, the former doctor awoke with a horrible feeling in the pit of her gut; barely making it to the bathroom before she was tossing her cookies. As she heaved and gagged into the porcelain bowl, a cold wave of fear crashed over her. But that simply couldn’t be possible! Surely no God would be so cruel as to do this to her on top of everything she had gone through recently. Surely it was just some stomach bug and not what she was dreading! As another wave cramped her empty stomach, she found herself believing that little lie less and less. “Bon Jovi? What’s going on?” came a sleepy, wholly unwelcome voice at the open doorway, making terror take over the nausea overwhelming her system.

    “J-jack, I think we have a problem,” she gasped out just before she heaved into the toilet once more. The undisguised male only watched, comprehension dawning over his pale face.

    Sobbing once the most recent wave had passed, Marie pressed her clammy forehead against the cool bowl; cursing Mother Nature for being an absolute bitch. “You know what this could mean right?” she gasped out in a weak, scared sounding voice.

    “Marie...,” came a quiet, almost angry sounding response, only serving to spike the outright terror beginning to form within her.

    “I could be carrying Roger’s child. What are we gonna do? It’s not as if I can just waltz into an abortion clinic and doing it at home is exceedingly dangerous,” she said in a rush, avoiding looking at her lover as her stomach roiled. A hand descending on her shoulder nearly had her shooting up to the ceiling and she turned her head to look at a still make-upless Joker.

    The green haired criminal towered over her easily, his bare lips pursed as he gave her a stern look. “It could also be mine. We did have sex before you were kidnapped,” he reminded, his green eyes glittering with a strange light. His stunned lover could only give him a miserable glance before she was dry heaving into the toilet again.

    “Are you really willing to take the chance that it isn’t yours?” the former doctor whispered in a shaky voice, her entire body shuddering from fear and stress.

    “What I’m not willing to do is risk your life over something that might not even be a problem. Stay here and don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be right back,” he bit out, his hand tightening slightly before he simply stalked out of the bathroom.

    Marie could only stare at him from her position in front of the porcelain bowl, her stomach still painfully unsettled. As disgusted as she was at the mere possibility of giving birth to Roger’s child, she wasn’t stupid. She knew just how unsanitary and dangerous a home abortion was. It would be far more safe to just give birth to the child and deal with it after. That didn’t mean she was necessarily okay with that option. Whimpering slightly, the weary female breathed through her nose in a vain effort to calm her gullet. At this point she could only hope the child she gave birth to resembled her lover enough to assuage her fear of it being Roger’s. “You know, you could have picked a better time little one,” she sighed, startling slightly at the sound of two pairs of footsteps.

    Looking up, she saw a make-up smeared Joker and concerned looking Jonathan Crane standing in the doorway. “Oh sweetie... Do you think you could keep anything down right now?” the gaunt male whispered, coming into the room to kneel beside her and place a gentle hand on her upper back. The woozy professional could only shake her head miserably, gagging slightly despite her best efforts not to.

    “Alright, that’s okay. I have a few syringes,” Crane assured, looking over his shoulder at Joker. The agitated looking criminal only nodded curtly, his blazing gaze fixed on the sick woman.

    Wasting no time, the ex-doctor gently took her right, upper arm in his bony grip; placing the plastic needle in his mouth as he swabbed her arm with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. Taking the filled cylinder out of his mouth, the dark haired male wrapped a plastic tube around her bare bicep and tied it tight to make her veins more prominent. “You’re going to feel a tiny pinch,” he advised, placing the sharp metal point against the artery in the crook of her arm. Marie only nodded again in agreement, going completely limp to mitigate any pain. Jonathan gave her a small smile before pushing the needle in and pressing the injector.

    Within moments, her stomach unknotted and her nausea abated; causing her to sigh heavily in relief. “Dare I even ask what that was?” she sighed, rubbing the injection spot after her former patient put a bandage on it.

    “Just a little cocktail. Perfectly harmless, I assure you. I even made it into a pill you can take before bed to avert the morning sickness entirely,” the chemist remarked, helping the weakened female to her feet. An action that drew a possessive sounding snarl from the killer behind him.

    Simply ignoring his partner, Crane picked his dear friend up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom; laying her gingerly on top of the sheets. “Now it may make you a bit drowsy but that will pass in a few minutes. After that you should feel right as rain for the rest of the day. I just wouldn’t recommend eating anything too heavy,” he advised, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead as he sunk down to sit on the right side of the mattress. The weary blonde only nodded, a grim expression on her strained face. Knowing just what was on her mind, Jonathan reached forward to grab her chin in a firm grip, turning her head to face him.

    Behind him, Joker broke into a loud growl; looking about an inch away from tearing the other male away from what was his. The only thing that stopped him was the apparent comfort she took from the embrace. Crane, on the other hand, simply ignored his irate partner to focus on the woman in his arms; worry clenching his chest as she clung to him like a security blanket. “I know you’re worried this child might belong to Roger but there is just as good of a chance of it being Jack’s. Please try not to dwell on it too much, it won’t be good for either of you,” the bony man urged, his blue eyes full of worry as they locked on her gray ones.

    The straw haired female only gave a small nod, a sardonic grin curling her lips. “Yeah, I know but that’s going to be easier said than done. I don’t relish the possibility of carrying and giving birth to the spawn of the beast that raped me,” she sighed, no real venom to her voice as she placed a purple nailed hand on her still flat stomach. To her shock, another hand soon covered hers; causing her to look up to see Joker hovering over her. The normally put together clown’s make-up was haphazardly slapped on, making his face look like a mess of smeared black, red and white. Near panic also hovered in his normally dead eyes, taking her breath away the moment she realized it was there.

    “I don’t care whose it is at this point, I just want your word you won’t do anything fucking stupid. I... I...,” he snarled, his voice thick with emotion as he struggled with the words trying to come out of his mouth.

    “Crane, fucking give us a minute!” the stressed criminal bit out, his purple clad shoulders shaking slightly as the thinner male took his leave.

    Once the other man was gone, Joker was wrapping her into a tight hug; a strange noise bubbling up from his chest as his hands roamed her upper back. “Just... just the thought of losing you... I can’t...,” he whispered in a shaky voice, his nose burying itself in her burnished gold locks as he inhaled deeply. Marie could only blink as she tried to process just what was happening. Then he was pulling back to grip her shoulders, his green eyes holding a dangerous sheen as he bared his teeth at her. The scars only accentuated the terrifying expression, making the ex-doctor shrink back in fear.

    “Fucking promise me I won’t come home to find you dead on the bathroom floor with blood pooled between your legs and a coat hanger in your hands,” the murderer hissed out, his hands tightening painfully.

    Releasing a slight whimper of pain, Marie could only give him a bewildered look. “I may be disgusted at the chance I may be giving birth to the child of my tormentor but I’m not stupid Jack. I know just how risky doing it yourself can be. The thought never even crossed my mind. As much as I don’t want to, its in my best interest to just give birth,” she replied in a surprisingly calm voice, especially given the speed her heart was currently beating. The green haired male didn’t relax, only closed his eyes as he released a heavy sigh.

    “Just... uh, humor me,” he hissed, his tongue flicking out to lick his scars as he slowly reopened his eyes to meet hers.

    “Alright Jack, I promise not to do anything stupid,” she whispered, her mind buzzing with what all of this could possibly mean. It could mean he actually loved her but that seemed a bit silly. She could be just reading too much into his actions and inadvertently getting her hopes up, a possibility that was much more likely.

    This response seemed to mollify the tux wearing male as he slumped briefly. Then he was getting off the bed to head into the bathroom, probably to fix his hastily done make-up job. “When you start getting farther along, you’re going to start staying behind. I’m already hesitant to even take you on jobs anymore but it should be fine as long as we give you body armor. You won’t be going on any mission with a high probability of getting shot however. Why take the risk,” he rambled from the small room. Once again, Marie could only blink; her heart clenching warmly despite herself. It almost sounded like he was honestly starting to care for her.

    “Sounds fair to me. Should I call you during missions if I start to have complications?” she whispered, the possibility honestly scaring her. If she started to miscarry, there would be nothing they could do. She would have to rely on the physician skills of Jonathan along with whatever equipment they had around. The probability of her dying under such a circumstance was very high and she suddenly found herself sick to her stomach despite the medication.

    “Depends on what ya mean by complications. If you have cramping or bleeding, even nausea not helped by Crane’s medicine; you need to call me. If ya just want something you’re craving, wait til I get home. When ya go into labor, you call me no matter what I’m doing and say ‘Tea’s done’; got that?” came his semi-joking response, making her giggle despite the anxiety clamping her chest.

    “Really? Why am I not surprised you’d pick that phrase,” she chuckled, rolling her eyes as she felt the drowsiness Jonathan had mentioned.

    “Because ya know me so well,” chirped his pleased voice just before he entered the room with his make-up back in place.

    “Much better,” the resting female purred, feeling unusually relaxed as the medicine began to take full effect. Joker only gave her a small grin before moving to sit on the right side of the bed.

    His bare hands easily found her sandy hair, tangling themselves in the slightly curly locks and running through it slowly. “Looks like I’m not the only one who’s much better,” purred his pleased mid-tone as his verdant eyes shined down on her fondly. Then his lips were pressing on hers oh so gently, his tongue lightly licking her lips for entry. Entry she gave with a soft noise, her arms wrapping around his neck. His tongue entered her slowly, almost sensually, licking at every nook and cranny in her mouth as his own hands cradled the back of her head.

    “Mmm, if you didn’t need breakfast I would take you again before we went downstairs,” he rumbled before he was standing and scooping her into his arms in one fluid motion.
    Letting out an embarrassing eep, Marie clung onto his neck as her heart pounded against her ribcage. Jasper, who was hiding under the bed once again, let out an irritable meow at the loud couple; letting them know he was very hungry and their shenanigans were keeping him from his food. “And it sounds like you aren’t the only one who should eat,” Joker teased before he was carrying her out of the room and down the stairs. Ignoring all the stares he was getting, the purple clad killer strode to the table and sat down; placing her on his left side. The former Psychologist could only roll her eyes playfully before taking a plate of light food from Crane, digging in as her lover began to outline his plans for the day.
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