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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-five
I quickly become comfortable in my nakedness. Ok, maybe I wouldn’t say comfortable, but not as embarrassed. It’s not like I’m nude in front of the whole school; the only one who really sees me is New Guy, and he doesn’t stare too much. Without my clothes however, all the blood from my period ends up on the ground. Its hot metallic stench makes me nauseous, but I force myself to calm down and not vomit. I can’t afford to lose anymore nutrition. As he promised, the Joker allows me to take medicine for my cramps and admittedly, I am grateful. I’ve also gotten use to the lack of food. My metabolism has slowed down enough where I don’t get hungry as much. It’s all fine and dandy for now, but it’ll take months for my metabolism to get back up to speed. I know this isn’t important considering everything else, but worrying about my weight instead of my safety is a nice change.
I still don’t know why the Joker has me in here. I mean, I have assumptions but that’s pretty much it. The most I’ve gathered is he wants to ‘reform’ me, whatever that entails. Basically, I think he just wants to control me without resistance. At this point, I’m ready to give him whatever he wants. If I have to suck up to him and beg for forgiveness, so be it. I just need to get out of here. After that, it’s only a matter of time before I escape.
When I wake after a doze, the first I notice is the bright light that fills the room. This perks me up; it means New Guy is coming with some food. I sit upright, crack my neck, and turn towards the door.
Crash! My handcuffs clank loudly against the metal bar as I jerk in surprise at the sight of the Joker. He lounges on a chair in the middle of the room, dressed in his usual violet attire. His face paint is particularly thickly coated and neat; he must’ve just done it.
Taking a deep breath, I put my hand to my racing heart. The Joker’s eyes dance with amusement.
“You scared me,” I say hesitantly. “I didn’t know you were there.”
The Joker chuckles. “Well, obviously, you were sleeping.”
“You were watching me sleep?”
“Yes,” the Joker answers matter-of-factly. At this point, I’m honestly not surprised.
The Joker’s eyes flicker over my naked body. I cringe and begin to turn away from him. But I stop myself; I need to convince him I’ve changed. I need to prove to him that I’ll listen, obey, and whatever else he wants.
Slowly, I turn my body back towards him, moving my arm so my breasts are completely visible. The Joker’s eyes widen and a smirk crosses his face as he strokes his chin. I feel disgusting and wrong, but continue to face him.
“So,” I say innocently, “what’s been up with you? Made any new plans to corrupt Gotham yet?”
The Joker continues to stare hungrily at my exposed breasts. “Ha, I always have plans. Putting them together is what takes up time. You have to check all the boxes if you want to win,” he answers.
“What’s your next plan?”
The Joker now looks up and meets my gaze. A smile plays across his face, one that could only be called nasty. He licks his lips, “Why would I tell you that? So you could uh, ruin it again?”
I lower my head and try to sound apologetic. “About that, I’m sorry. It was wrong for me to interfere. I promise I will never do anything to mess up your plans again, and I hope you can forgive me.”
Annoyance creeps across the Joker’s face. Quickly, he stands up and paces towards me. I recoil when he kneels down beside me. Grabbing me tightly by the back of the neck, he pulls me towards him and hisses in my ear, “I will never forget what you did. Understand; you ruined everything.”
“I’m sorr-” I begin to cry out, but the Joker shushes me. His grip on my neck loosens and gently, he cradles my face and caresses my jaw line with his thumb, “But I might forgive you in time,” he adds softly, “because I’m uh, I’m just that type of person.”
I try not to roll my eyes at this blatant lie and instead lean my face affectionately into his hand. The Joker smiles smugly before pulling his hand away and wiping it on his pants.
I reach towards him again, but am stopped by the handcuffed. Damn, I need to get these off.
“Will you?” I motion towards my hands, “just for a bit?”
Growling, he fumbles for something in his pocket and pulls out a small key, which he uses to uncuff me. I rub my raw pink wrists and lean my back against the wall.
“I’ve missed you, you know,” I profess.
“What, in the fifteen hours you haven’t seen me?” he asks sarcastically.
I bite my lip, “Well, there’s no way for me to know how much time has passed,” I explain, “it feels longer than only a few hours.”
The Joker randomly reaches over and grabs my bandaged arm, examining it, “Well, thanks to my worthless staff of idiots, you now know it’s been about six days and fifteen hours.” Unconsciously, he begins squeezing my arm tightly.
“Ouch,” I yelp, pulling my arm away, “Careful, you’re scraping the cuts.”
The Joker doesn’t respond and looks over his shoulder at the door.
I lay a quivering hand on his knee, bringing his attention back. “So, what about me?” I implore.
“What do you mean, what about you?” the Joker asks irritably, “Articulate, Elena.”
“Sorry, um…have you missed me?” I ask, gazing steadily into his eyes.
“HAHA!” the Joker laughs loudly, “I suppose I’ve missed you in some ways. There isn’t anything good to eat and there’s no one to warm my bed.”
Alright Elena, it’s time to take action. Exhaling deeply, I slide my hand slowly up his leg. With a coy smile I force myself to say, “Well, is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I feel-”
Before I can finish my sentence, the Joker slams me against the wall and presses his strong lean body against mine. With an inward groan, he trails his hands down the sides of my breasts before wrapping them around my hips. Hungrily, his mouth searches for mine, brushing from the base of my neck to my chin, leaving a burning trail of selfish desire. I gasp in a mix of fear and arousal as he lifts me up and drags me onto his lap.
I know I have to make this show of obedience convincing. I swivel in his lap so we’re facing each other and curl my legs around his waist. With that, I close my eyes and smash myself against the Joker’s strange warm lips. Passionately, our mouths merge and embrace. Slowly, I open my mouth and allow his tongue to entangle with mine. As his wet tongue strokes the inside of my mouth, a fire is lit within me. An antagonizing desire bubbles forth and I unintentionally moan into his mouth between our heavy kisses. Before I can stop myself, I’m running my hands through his hair, down his neck, and over his strong shoulders. The Joker violently presses himself closer, crushing me against him. I cannot fail to feel with growing erection presses up against my thigh, and instead of disgusting me, it only excites me more. I’ve been isolated for so long without the comfort of another human, I can’t stop myself. I allow myself to be swept up in this moment of lust. All reason leaves me.
Our kisses deepen, become longer and more ravenous. The Joker groans as I rake his back with my fingernails. I whimper in pain as the Joker roughly bites and sucks my bottom lip. Pleasure soon replaces this pain as he begins kissing down my neck and licking along my collarbone. A shiver of thrill runs through my body and I begin to become wet with longing. I’m drunk on the Joker’s scarred lips trailing over my sensitive skin, no longer feeling shameful of my actions.
The Joker’s hands roam eagerly down my back, pausing only to knead the soft skin of my bottom. I’m suddenly filled with an intense desire to feel his touch in a more sensitive spot. Reaching down, I grab his hands and navigate them upwards until they cover my breasts. Without hesitation, he begins tracing his finger lightly around my nipples before squeezing them. Possessively, the Joker draws me even closer and brings his mouth to my breast. My sex begins to throb vigorously as I feel the Joker flicking my nipples with his tongue. Again, without thinking, I slide my hand over his waist until I find the bulge in his pants.
“Oh god,” I whisper. The hardness of his arousal makes me ache and I can’t help giving it a squeeze; it throbs mercilessly in my hands through his pants. In response the Joker groans in pleasure, wraps his fingers through my hair and brings his lips to my throat, firmly biting and running he tongue over my burning skin. Moving up again, his kisses become frenzied and animalistic as he assaults my mouth with his tongue. I respond with equal lust as I grind my nude pelvis against his. He begins to fondle my breasts roughly, running his blistering fingers over my erect nipples. I squirm against his touch and a shiver of ecstasy runs through me. Suddenly, the Joker pushes me off his lap onto the floor. I wince as my bare bottom hits the cement, but quickly become distracted by the man towering over me. With expert speed, the Joker unbuckles his pants and slides out of them. His pale erection is long and already glistens with precum. The sight of his throbbing sex brings me a new kind of carnal desire than can only be filled by one thing. My brain is screaming at me to stop, but my body is telling me to continue. At this point, I’m weak and easily tempted by the delicious pulsing pain in my nether regions. And so with a intense blush creeping up my already rosy face, I spread my legs wide, making visible everything I once tried to hide.
The Joker smirks wickedly and stalks towards me like the predator I know he is. Sliding next to me on the floor, he grabs me head roughly in both hands and nibbles my earlobe.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he whispers breathily. “How long I’ve wanted you?”
I turn towards him, about to submit and let him take me, when I pause and catch a clear view of his face.
Although it’s true I hate the monster beside me, I am extremely turned-on. I don’t know why; it could be because he’s the only kind of companion I have here. Maybe I’m just more messed up than I thought. But his face…the paint is smeared: bright red, white, and black mixing together in a chaotic mess. His puckered scars are swollen and red from all the kissing. But his scars aren’t what make me recoil-I’m not that shallow-it’s his eyes. They say eyes are windows to the soul, and I believe it. Staring into his eyes, I see years and years of cruelly towards anything good in this world. And while before I could overlook, and even enjoy my lustful actions, after looking into his eyes I cannot. There is darkness there, an evil that cannot be tamed. I’ll be damned if I give myself to such a person, to a psychopathic murderer. Not by my choice at any rate.
The Joker sees me pause and recoil. He reaches towards me and I can’t help but flinch, revolted with what we’ve been doing.
“Stop,” I say firmly, putting a hand to his chest and pushing him away from me softly. “I don’t want to do this.”
Fierce rage crawls up the Joker’s face. He grabs me by the shoulders, “Are you fucking serious, you fucking cunt?!” he bellows in my face. Throwing me back against the wall, the Joker stands, and pulls his pants back up. He then walks back towards me, dark fury still plain on his face. I instinctively throw my arms up to hide my face, expecting a blow. Instead, the Joker coughs loudly and spits on my exposed back. He then stalks out of the room, slamming the door behind him without another word.
I look around, trying to process what just happened. Well, what happened was I almost made a huge-ass mistake. But what will I do now? There is no way the Joker will let me out, I blew it. Goddamn, I blew it. Despite myself, I put my head in my hands and sob quietly. I know I did the right thing, but part of me wishes I had just given him what he wanted. It would have been the easy way out, and maybe I would’ve enjoyed it too. Or something. Wiping my eyes, I realize he left without cuffing my hands back to the bar. I stand up shakily, my breasts aching from the rigorous contact, and quickly glance around the room. There’s a possibility the door’s still unlocked. I begin to make my way towards the door when it flings open with a bang. The Joker walks in, his face emotionless, and is followed closely by three of his large henchmen.
I take a staggering step back as the henchmen approach me.
“What are you doing?” I shout at the Joker as I try to cover my exposed body. Indifferently, he leans against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.
One of the men grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards the long chain that hangs from the ceiling. My eyes grow wide.
“NO!” I shout hoarsely, “NO! Let go of me! NO!” I hit the man and try to pull my arm from his grasp, but it makes no difference. The man straightens my arms in front of me so I cannot move them while another handcuffs them back together. My arms are then lifted up above my head and attached to the hanging chain. In such a position, I have to stand on my tiptoes to keep in contact with the ground. My arms instantly begin to ache from being stretched upward.
“I’m sorry!” I scream at the Joker. “I made a mistake, I’m sorry!” All of a suddenly I hear a loud whooshing noise through the air. Then paired a searing pain explodes on my back.
I let out a blood-curdling scream. My back is burning and that fire spreads throughout my body. I rotate myself around on my toes and see one of the men standing by me, holding a whip.
The man raises the whip above his head again and I scream, “NO! Don’t! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-” the whips cuts through the air and slices open my hip. Drops of blood dot up on my skin and I begin to cry.
“Please,” I beg the Joker, who stares absently at me. “I’m sorry, make them stop.” The whip lashes my back again and I shriek uncontrollably.
“Help me! Please, help me!” I beg the Joker once more before letting out another scream. After that, I plead no more; it’s useless after all. I bite my tongue to keep silent, but every time the whip bites into me, I left out a muffled wail. Tears drip down my face and chin; the pain is almost unbearable.
Finally after what seems like forever, the Joker’s voice rings through the room. “That’s enough,” he demands coldly. The men walk out of the room and close the door behind them. The Joker approaches me, reaches up and unhooks my hands from the chain. Instantly I sink the ground, and curl up in the fetal position. Sobs wrack my body and I shiver uncontrollably. I can feel hot streams of blood running from the cuts down my back.
I wince as I feel pressure on my back, but keep still. I think the Joker is cleaning my wounds. This is confirmed when I finally pull myself up and see him with a bloodied tissue in hand.
“Why?” I sob out. “Why did you do this to me?”
“Two things,” the Joker say sternly, “One, you know why it happened. Two, I didn’t do that to you.”
I wipe my red, blotchy face. “You…you did it.” I stutter out.
The Joker shakes his head and wipes the corner of my eye with his thumb. “No, I didn’t, dearie. But more importantly, let me ask you, who stopped your pain?”
“You,” I admit shakily.
“And would this of happened if you’d just obeyed me?”
“Nooo,” I sniff.
“I’m sorry you are in pain,” the Joker says with a smile, “but you need to have unwavering loyalty. Do you think you can try and listen to me, respect me?”
I nod as more tears glaze my eyes.
“Come here,” the Joker says, holding his arms open. I collapse in his arms, crying into his shoulder. “Shh shhhh shhh,” he whispers, stroking my hair. “It’s okay.”
He comforts me for a few more moments before whispering, “I need to go now, come on.” The Joker helps me stand and give me a sympathetic smile when he sees me grimace from the pain. I lean myself against his arm, and we walk back to the metal bar. I sit down slowly and allow the Joker to cuff me back to the bar.
Caressing my face one last time, the Joker says, “I will protect you Elena, you just have to submit.” I nod my head slowly and as the Joker leaves the room, fresh tears run down my face. After all, the Joker’s all I have left.
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