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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: We all know Harley is far too stubborn for her own good.

Chapter Twenty-Four: Plans and Moving

    If the situation hadn’t been so dire, Marie would have laughed at how nervous Hatter and March became as soon as Joker’s van pulled up. The pair put as much distance between them and her as possible, holding up their hands to show they meant no harm when the clown came stomping in. Instead of paying the crazed pair any mind, the killer strode right up to her; cupping her face in his hands as his angry eyes roved over her to check for any injury. Then he was taking her lips in a fierce kiss, his right hand spreading almost protectively over her still flat stomach. “I’m glad you weren’t hurt. If ya were I’d have to, uh, make an example outta them,” he rasped as he broke the kiss, his hazel eyes moving to glare at the pair cowering behind her.

    “Well I’m not hurt and we might be able to use them to our advantage given the fact Harley still trusts them,” the dirty blonde reasoned, watching as her lover backed away from her to walk around her and towards the hapless duo. A snarl appeared on his painted face as he closed the distance, Marie close behind.

    “What could they do except cause more trouble? Ya can’t trust Hatter to keep things straight and March here is a straight up murderous bastard,” he hissed, his eyes shimmering with a bloodthirsty light.

    “I know he makes a shit double agent due to his poor memory but he’s also easy for me to get back on track because of my hair color and calmness around him. As for March... as long as Hatter is still on my side he shouldn’t be a problem,” she assured, locking eyes with the lapine. The crazed rabbit only curled his upper lip slightly, distrust clear in his mismatched eyes.

    The Hatter himself only stood there looking befuddled, probably already having forgotten why these people were here and what they were talking about. Then his blue eyes traveled to Marie and a heartbreakingly sad smile graced his bony features. “Oh Alice! Is this a friend of yours? Would he like some tea?” the befuddled man tittered, earning a groan from Joker.

    “Are ya sure I can’t just kill ‘em both?” he bit out, his gloved hands curling into tight fists as he began to shake from barely restrained violence.

    “Yes Joker. I’m sure they’ll be of some use. If they become a problem, however, I give you full leave to take care of it,” she assured before moving toward Hatter and taking his white gloved hands in hers, an action the man beside her took exception to.

    If the ‘Clown Prince’ had fur, it would have been standing on end as his angry eyes watched the pair. A snarl curled his red upper lip as his nostrils flared slightly but he kept silent, his tight fists shaking by his sides. “Hatter, I’m not Alice. My name is Marie Jovian and I need your help,” his lover whispered in a soothing voice, using all of her training to try to reach the man through his delirium. When the tux wearing man got an expression of shock and sadness over his face, it took everything Joker had not to yank the former doctor out of the way and stab a knife in the other man’s jugular.

    “Ah yes, I remember now. You’re that lovely doctor Harley wanted me to kidnap. Anything you need, I will be happy to help you with. You are so kind, it’s the least I can do,” Hatter replied in a soft whisper, his eyes already becoming clouded again as his intense insanity began to take over once more. Sighing, Marie began to carefully explain the plan to the thin man; ignoring the glare she was getting from the man-like rabbit that stood to his right.

    By the time they left, Hatter was back to acting like she was the mysterious Alice he was perpetually looking for. He had even raised a slight fuss when they were getting ready to leave, only calming when she again reminded him that she wasn’t the person he was looking for. So when she and Joker passed through the front door unscathed, she breathed a slow sigh of relief. Before she could turn to the man beside her, he was pulling her into a tight hug and breathing in her scent deeply. “If he had gotten any more violent, I’d have ripped his fuckin’ lungs out,” the killer rasped, one of his hands wandering to rest on her stomach again. Marie could only blush slightly, feeling a bit confused by the fact he was so protective of a child that might not even be his.

    “Come on, I wanna get ya home. We’re movin’ out tonight,” the male gritted out, grabbing her right wrist and dragging her slightly as he strode toward the waiting van. The sandy haired femme only rolled her eyes slightly as she tried to keep up.

    “I can follow under my own power,” she sighed, not surprised when the criminal shot her a heated glare.

    “Well I just so happen to not want to let ya go right now,” he hissed, his eyes flashing green fire as he opened the back door of the vehicle. Then he was yanking her in and pulling her into his lap as he sat down and closed the doors.

    “Is she okay?” came Jonathan’s slightly raspy voice from up front, sounding like ‘Scarecrow’ was slightly there.

    “Yeah, I’m completely fine!” she responded quickly, meeping slightly when the engine roared to life and the former doctor stomped the gas pedal to the floor. It was only Joker hanging onto her that stopped her from falling to the floor.

    As they travelled, the twitchy villain kept a tight hold on her; even removing his gloves so he could touch her pale face. Eventually she became aware of the fact that he was shaking and his breaths were coming in shallow stutters. “This is the second time you almost, uh, died,” he whispered in a soft voice, his tongue flicking out to lick his scars.

    “Kinda hard to avoid in this line of work,” she replied, nuzzling into his chest as she closed her gray eyes and allowed herself to inhale his scent. Despite his obvious worries, she doubted she had ever been in any danger from Hatter.

    To her surprise, Joker tightened his hold on her and began to shake harder. “Jack?” she uttered in a whisper, looking up to see something that shocked her even more. Joker was crying openly, a heavy glare on his painted face despite his obvious distress. Then his lips were crashing down on hers as shaking fingers continued to travel her face. The embrace went on for endless moments, his tongue gently licking her lips but never asking for entry. When he eventually broke the kiss, he rested his white coated forehead against hers and pursed his lips as more tears tracked down his cheeks; tracking black make-up behind them.

    “If she has you kidnapped again, I will hunt her down and skin her alive. As it is, I will be increasing the amount of people left behind with you,” rasped his unsteady mid-tone as the vehicle slammed to a stop.

    Before she could protest, he was carrying her out of the van and into the warehouse; only setting her down once they were in the ‘living room.’ Then he was hollering orders to the already bustling goons, directing a harried Franz to a vehicle that held his explosives and equipment. Marie tried to help but the two men flanking her refused to even hear it, instead suggesting she help direct where things would be put. Eventually, they had the entire contents of the warehouse packed up; including a very grouchy looking Jasper. “Alright, Crane do ya mind driving again?” Joker ground out, his fists shaking by his sides.

    “Not at all,” the rail thin man replied, his blue eyes watching his partner closely. Then his gaze moved to his former doctor, wishing he could take her into his arms and assess if she was alright for himself. Somehow, he doubted Joker would appreciate that much.

    In a blur, the former Psychologist found herself on her lover’s lap in the back of the van again. The purple clad man practically curled himself around her, his eyes closed as he held her as close to himself as he could. “Jack...,” she whispered softly, her heart clenching slightly from seeing the criminal like this.

    “Don’t. Just... don’t. Not right now. Just wait,” he growled out in an unsteady voice as he rested his forehead against hers again. Warm droplets hit her face as he began to cry once more and Marie simply wrapped her arms around him and stayed silent.

    After a long while of silent driving, the van slowly slid to a stop; a lot gentler than before. Even Joker seemed slightly more relaxed, some of the tension leaving his body. “We’re here. It’ll take ‘em a moment to get our room ready,” the villain murmured, using his right hand to move a strand of her slightly curly hair behind her ear.

    “I’ll go help,” Jonathan offered before getting out of the van and closed the door behind him.

    As soon as they were alone, the suit wearing man began peppering her face with slow kisses; his tears occasionally pattering on her flesh. “You’re a fuckin’ clever lil’ bitch, ya know that. Ya managed to do what I thought no one fuckin’ could and I don’t whether to kill ya or thank ya for it,” he hissed, his tongue flicking out over and over to spastically lap at his scars as his agitation grew. Before she could ask what he was talking about, he shushed her by pressing his fingers against her lips.

    “I truly don’t know how you managed it but... but I really can’t bring myself to hide from it or be angry with you for it anymore. Somehow... somehow you’ve made me... love you Marie,” he growled, as his mouth slammed down on hers violently, his teeth biting her almost in punishment. As soon as it started, he softened; bites gradually turning to licks as his right hand came up to tangle in her hair.

    “God dammit, I fucking love you,” he spat almost hatefully as he broke the kiss to gather her into a tight hug.

    Marie could only gape as she tried to absorb his words. Did a man who hated any form of sentiment really just confess his love for her? She could barely believe it and she had heard it twice. “You... you love me?” she whispered in a soft, unbelieving voice; squeaking when he roughly pushed her back and yanked her chin up so their eyes met. Instead of the glare she expected, the psychotic male only had a resigned, affectionate expression.

    “Yes you silly whore. I, Jack Napier, completely, utterly, endlessly love you. I don’t know when it start but it only got stronger the longer you were around. Just the fact that you cared for me of your own volition... I honestly never thought anyone would love me like that,” he confessed, his left hand travelling down to rest on her stomach.

    “You’re also giving me a child, another thing I would have never thought possible. Harley was pretty and all but I had no desire to have children with her. She was just what I built her to be, no real personality of her own or true trust for me. It wasn’t until I met you that I found out a little puppet wasn’t what I wanted anymore. Having someone I can trust and who trusts me back makes things so much more interesting,” he declared just before a soft knock came from the closed rear doors.

    “I’ve also discovered that its nice not to have to wear a mask all the time,” he sighed wearily, putting his gloves back on as his normal, cold expression came back into place. Then he was gently setting her down on the small bench he had been sitting on before opening the metal entry.

    Outside stood a surprisingly calm looking Jonathan Crane, a slight smile on his lip as gave them a small nod. Nodding back, Joker spun on his heel to offer a gloved hand to the sandy haired femme behind him. The ex-doctor gave him a small grin before placing her hand in his and getting to her feet. “Let’s get you and Jasper settled in,” he whispered, pulling her so she was beside him and wrapping a purpled clad arm around her waist. Then he was leading her out and into their new home, ignoring the henchmen moving things around. In fact, the killer was leading her straight up some stairs and into an office room. The bed and dresser had been set up in identical places as before, the pet crate containing a hissing Jasper perched on the sheets.

    “You should probably give him some room. He doesn’t exactly appreciate being crated,” the dirty blonde warned, opening the crate and heading for the food bowls by the dresser.

    The angry looking tuxedo cat hopped out of the small container, seemingly torn between clawing everyone in the room or begging his owner for food. When she opened a can of wet food, he rushed right to her with a loud purr; winding between her legs as she poured it into his bowl. He didn’t get this often so this was considered quite a treat for him. “I was hoping that would work. It doesn’t always. Sometimes he just doesn’t want me to get off so easy,” she sighed in an amused tone.

    “What does he do?” came a slightly entertained tone by her right ear as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist loosely.

    Leaning back into the unpredictable criminal, Marie placed her hands over his and gave his make-up coated cheek a kiss. “He puts his claws to good use, let’s just say that,” she replied, enjoying the light atmosphere that was currently between them. Jack chuckled warmly in response, giving her cheek a quick peck before moving to the door and locking it.

    “Turn off the light for a bit and get into bed,” the ‘Clown Prince of Crime’ husked out before padding into the bathroom to turn on the faucet.

    Realizing what he was doing, Marie wasted no time in doing as he asked; flicking off the lightswitch before feeling her way to their shared bed. She had no sooner pulled off her clothes from yesterday when she heard a floorboard creak from the direction of the bathroom. “Good girl,” came an approving rumble before she heard footsteps approach. Closing her eyes to help them adjust, the ex-Psychiatrist jolted when she felt a warm mouth slowly cover hers.

    “I know you’ve seen me without my, uh, face on but old habits die hard,” he whispered, just before he laid beside her and took her into his now naked arms.

    “It’s okay Jack. I have a bit of an appreciation for people who need to hide after living here for so long. Practically everyone I’ve met has had some sort of alter ego to hide behind. It makes sense that you would be reluctant to be seen without yours,” she assured, rolling over to face him as she nestled into his bare chest. He smelled of musk, gunpowder, metal and something uniquely him and she found it utterly intoxicating at this point.

    The man holding her only kissed the top of her burnished gold haired head before slowly reaching over to turn on the much dimmer bedside lamp. Prepared for this, Marie closed her eyes; allowing her hands to travel his bare back as her eyes adjusted. From the feel of it, he had survived many a gunshot and knife fight; a fact that really didn’t surprise her. “You know, when I became your doctor I thought I would end up like Harley 2.0; as I told you a while ago. I never expected any of this to happen. The fact that I honestly love and trust someone like you is a bit surprising to me but... you’ve done so much for me. You could have tried to break me, treated me like a prisoner but you didn’t. You may have been a bit rough but I never feared for my life like I did with Roger,” the twenty-eight year old murmured, keeping her face burrowed in his lightly muscled pecs.

    “I know what ya mean Bon Jovi. Our time in Arkham made me trust you a bit more than I would anyone else from the get go. If you had been a normal hostage, you would probably still be chained up in some room and waiting for either me or my men to rape you. Just thinking about how things could have turned out under just slightly different circumstances... Babe, I can’t begin to tell ya how glad I am things went the way they did,” he rasped, one of his hands hooking under her chin to pull her head up to look at him.

    A haunted look was on his naked face as he gazed down at her, the hand on her chin moving to cup her cheek. “You’re the only person who knows the real story of Joker, at least the childhood part. You’re also to only one in a very long time to see me without my make-up. You’re a large part of me now Marie and coming close to losing you not once but twice now... Heh, you almost make me tempted to stop being, uh, me,” he murmured, his tongue flicking out to give his lips and scars a slow lick as he spoke. Just hearing his words filled her with both shock and a bit of fear. Someone like Jack was too far gone to even pretend to fit into society anymore. If he tried, he would no doubt end up going fully insane and snapping terribly simply due to the stress. People were an entirely different creature compared to him and he honestly hated them after his years on Gotham’s street.

    Suddenly she was pulling away from him to sit up, both her purple nailed hands coming up to cup his face as she forced his focus on her. “Don’t try to change yourself to keep me or this child safe. I know it wouldn’t make you happy. In fact, I think it would be a lot like caging wild song bird. You would languish and eventually fade away or go completely mad. I can’t ask you to do that. I would rather live what life I have with you happy and causing chaos than in some apartment watching the life go out of your eyes,” she hissed before she was taking his lips in a heated kiss. An action that caused the naked villain to go stiff for a few seconds. Then he was returning the embrace just as viciously, nipping at her lips until her mouth opened.

    Soon his tongue was tangling with hers as she gently pushed him back. Without breaking the kiss, she awkwardly reached between their bodies to position his pulsing erection in a more upright position. Giving his lower lip a hard bite, she placed his tip at her sopping entrance and lowered herself down; breaking the kiss to throw her head back and moan as he hilted inside her. “Ah fuck, you’re always so tight,” gritted the man beneath her as his hips began to move helplessly. This drew a much deeper noise of pleasure from the female as she began to move in response. Her nails ran slowly down his chest, leaving red welts in their wake and drawing low hiss from the killer.

    “And you always feel incredibly good,” she gasped, leaning down to nip his neck as he began to take her roughly. Growling, Jack surged upward; hitting something that made white stars explode in her vision.

    Huffing out his name breathlessly, the blonde moved her lower body in small circles as she rode him; electric sparks of pleasure racing through her blood to center in the pit of her womb. “Jack, oh Jack,” she gasped out as her walls began to pulse around him.

    “Fffuuucck, cum for me Marie. I can’t last much longer,” the green haired criminal growled as his hips began to stutter, his hands coming up to rest on her wide hips. She didn’t need anymore encouragement, tipping over the edge with a cry of his given name.

    The clown followed right behind, spilling inside her with a sigh of her name in response. Then he was rolling them onto their sides, wrapping his arms around her as he held her close. “I have to get ready for another job tomorrow and you’re coming with me. I don’t feel safe leaving you alone right now,” he declared, one of his hands coming up to pet her silky hair.
    “I’m okay with that. I’m not at the point where I’m useless yet so I should be able to hold my own,” she assured sleepily, allowing his scent to lull her into a deep sleep. Her lover only watched, some part of him still unbelieving she was whole and safe in his arms.
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