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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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WARNING!!: Domestic Abuse. Beating. Psychological Abuse.
Author’s Note: Gotta say, Joker can make things interesting. Just a head’s up, this chapter is a bit dark. Also, Selina may look a bit different than the movie. This Selina is more based on the idea presented by ‘Batman Returns’ with some tweaks.

Chapter Three: Nightshift
    Hours later and she was still shaken up by her meeting with ‘The Joker’. Still finding it hard to believe just how smoothly the whole thing had gone, let alone her reaction to him. She had actually joked back with him, several times; something Marie was fairly certain was going to come back to bite her in the ass. Sighing as she lay across the dark wood of her desk, the blonde frowned slightly as she drummed her purple nails restlessly on the polished surface. “If it keeps going like this, I’ll have to insist the case get handed over to someone else,” the Psychologist groused to herself before she pulled herself into a sitting position.
    It wouldn’t do to dwell on the clown, not when she had to visit Selina soon. Her last appointment of the day was always the infamous cat burglar, mostly because the feline-like woman was much more alert and receptive at night. Releasing another heavy sigh, the blonde pulled herself to her feet and opened a drawer in her desk. One thing she had found out about Selina was that the female simply love catnip mice and when given one would often be a lot more cooperative. Grabbing one from a supply she kept hidden in the drawer, the young woman stuffed the toy into her pants pocket and exited her office.
    A short walk later, Marie found herself standing in front of yet another large, steel door. Nodding to the burly, tall guard by the closed entry, the blonde squared her suit clad shoulders before opening the door and going inside. The entire room was black, the exception being two pinpoints of light glowing slightly in the gloom. “Good evening Dr. Jovian,” came a sultry purr from the direction of the two blinking lights.
    “Hello Miss Kyle. How are you tonight?” the Psychologist asked, smiling at the slightly green lights as they faded from sight on occasion but never moved.
    “Feeling a bit cooped up,” came the bored sigh.
    “I’m sorry about that. According to your paperwork, you’ve been behaving quite well. If you can manage to get through another week without clawing any guards you’ll be allowed a short jaunt out in the yards with supervision,” Marie tried to console.
    “It’s not my fault they can’t keep their hands or their comments to themselves,” came the irritated answer, slightly tinged by a feline growl. Then there was the sound of rustling clothes and a whiff of a feminine scent before Selina was right in front of her, the dim moonlight barely enough to allow Marie to see the other woman’s face.
    Selina was ghostly pale with vibrant, green eyes that had slitted pupils, much like a cat. She also seemed to move with an unnatural grace and quietness. Her black hair framed her face as she bent forward with her nostrils flared. “You brought me another gift,” she husked out, looking up at Marie with an expectant gaze.
    “Well you seem to enjoy them so much and they’re always gone the next time I come in,” the blonde explained, reaching into her black suit pants and bringing out a small, purple mouse. The tiny toy was immediately snatched as the woman released a gruff purr. Resisting the urge to pet the female like the cat she was acting like, Marie smiled in amusement as Selina nuzzled the fuzzy object with a look of joy on her face.
    Then, all of a sudden, the other woman’s gaze was fixed on her as the criminal began to lean towards her. Once again, Selina’s nostrils were flared as she seemed to take in the Psychologist’s scent. “You’ve been assigned the Joker,” she stated, a hint of concern in her slightly glowing eyes.
    “Yeah, I’m afraid so,” Marie sighed, not surprised in the least. Though it did make her wonder if all of Gotham’s criminals knew eachother. So far both Selina and Dr. Crane had seemed to know the clown, even seemed to fear him in a way. After everything she had seen about the man on the news lately, she couldn’t really blame them. The man seemed to glory in destruction for the sake of causing the greatest amount of upheaval possible.
    “Be careful or you won’t be the first woman he’s led down a deadly path,” the former criminal advised, placing a hand briefly on Marie’s suit clad shoulder.
    “I’m well aware of what he can do to women Miss Kyle. I’m sure I’ll be okay,” the blonde replied with more conviction than she felt.
    “Mmm you don’t sound too sure but you didn’t come here to talk about him did you?” the other female sighed, before she turned and headed back to her bed. The moonlight caught her eyes and made them glow once more as the former burglar seemed to be lounging on her bed.
    “I wanted to ask you more about how you came to be like... this,” the Psychologist stated, gesturing to the female before her.
    “Everyone does. It’s not a story I like to relive,” Selina replied, sounding slightly agitated as she shifted on her thin mattress.
    “I know but I really do think it would help with your recovery if you get some of it off your chest,” Marie suggested gently, staying where she was to give the other woman some space. Something she had learned early on was that Selina, much like her criminal namesake, preferred to have her space and it was best you waited until you were invited to share it.
    “Perhaps you are right. All of... this,” Selina murmured, the bed squeaking as she moved, “seemed to happen closely after.”
    “I suppose you could say it started with my boss, Max Shreck. You know, the guy I killed before I got caught? I was his secretary at the time when he was attempting to build that power plant of his,” she sighed, the green lights blinking slowly.
    “I remember hearing about that. Neither the mayor or Bruce Wayne bought into it thankfully,” Marie responded, jotting down a few notes in the dim light. The incident had happened years ago, ending in scandal for the Department store and the company itself. Nothing was ever reported in detail about just what the scandal was but it was enough to force Max’s son to shut the whole thing down.
    “Then I suppose you heard about the nondescript scandal that was generated by the proposed plant. I was the one who uncovered his nasty little secret. He had planned to use the plant to siphon Gotham’s power, forcing people to pay him for electricity. He stumbled across me when I found the paperwork that uncovered his plan. He figured out right away just what I had seen and... disposed of me,” came a bitter sounding, yet amused reply.
    “What do you mean by that?” Marie asked curiously. From what it sounded like, Max had killed the woman across from her. But that just couldn’t be possible! If that was true, there would be no way the former criminal would be lounging in a bed just across the room.
    “He shoved me out of the top floor window. I still remember the feeling of my body hitting the concrete just before I died,” came the quiet response, her voice sounding a bit frightened.
    “Are you saying you actually died? If that’s what happened, how are you here talking to me?” the Psychologist asked as she jotted down more notes. The more of the story Selina revealed the more intrigued she was becoming.
    “Oh yes, I remember looking down at my ruined body from a great distance in the air. Then my cat came. I watched as she spread my lips open with her muzzle, as if she were trying to breathe her own life into me. Then another cat came and another, each nuzzling my mouth while my own cat began to chew on my fingers; as if to try to wake me up. As each cat nuzzled my mouth I could feel something entering me, slowly forcing me back into my own body. Then I was awake and I remembered everything. You can imagine I went a bit... insane,” came the gruff sounding answer, almost as if remembering all of this was painful for her.
    Marie blinked in disbelief as she added more notes to her small pad, then she closed it as she looked up at the pair of glowing lights that were Selina’s eyes. “What you’re saying, it doesn’t sound...,” she began, not wanting to offend her patient but finding the whole story rather unbelievable.
    “Plausible? Believe me, I know but even you have to admit I have some unusual qualities. Take my eyes for example or my instinctual liking for catnip. There’s also the little fact that I should have died at least eight times by now,” she replied, the glowing points that were her eyes moving as she seemed to sit up and turn towards the blonde.
    Marie could only stare at the other female, a look of half disbelief on her face. Though, deep down, she had to admit Selina was right about her eyes. The luminous orbs in front of her were so like a big cat’s the first time she had seen them, she had almost thought they had accidentally locked her in the room with a leopard. “I have the scars to prove it even,” the former criminal sighed, sounding almost nostalgic about her brushes with death.
“The last time I almost died was when I killed Shreck. French kissed him with a taser while pressing him into the control panel of an electricity tower. Wanna see the burn mark on my tongue?” the other woman asked, the shining dots moving into a standing position and coming closer.
    “Um, if you are comfortable showing it,” Marie replied unsurely, doing her very best not to show just how unsettled she was by this conversation. Her only answer was the two points of light getting closer before Selina’s face was once again illuminated by the moonlight. The black haired woman was smiling at her with amusement before she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Even her teeth half resembled a cat’s, some being more pointy than normal and her tongue seemed to have an unusually rough texture from just a glance. In the middle of the wet muscle was a large, electrical burn.
    Unable to refute the evidence right in front of her, Marie could only blink. Still, after Killer Croc, it wasn’t the weirdest thing she had seen in Arkham. “Er, thank you Miss Kyle. I think that’s enough for one night,” the Psychologist replied, doing her best to keep her nervousness out of her voice. Everything Selina had told her seemed incredible and with the evidence the former burglar had presented, she needed time to absorb everything.
    “Until next time doc,” the other woman purred, smirking down at her before fading back into the darkness of the cell.
    Heaving a sigh of relief, Marie exited Selina’s room and absently patted her dirty blonde locks as the metal door shut behind her. It had been a rather long, stressful day for her and she wanted nothing more to get back to her two bedroom apartment and unwind, preferably with a glass of wine to help settle her frazzled nerves. Waving to the guard who still stood by the the closed entry, the young woman sighed and made her way back to the doctor’s offices. Right now she was going to clock out, head home and try to forget everything that had happened today.
    Swinging open the door to her humble apartment, Marie was greeted with her meowing cat and a pair of familiar shoes by her door. “Roger must have come over to stay the night. I’ve asked him to call before he does this,” she sighed, irritation and a touch of fear in her voice as she moved into her humble home. As soon as she entered, she saw exactly what she feared; several empty beer cans scattered all over her table, counter and floor.
    “Great, he’s drunk too,” she whispered, all irritation fading for outright fear as she bent over to pick up her fat tuxedo cat. The best thing she could do now was try to sneak to her room and hope Roger had passed out on the couch.
    Taking a deep breath, Marie made her way to her room as quietly as possible, her heart thudding loudly in her ears as she crept forward. ‘Just a few more steps to safety, just a few more,’ she thought to herself as she started to walk past the couch. The bright static from the T.V. lit up the room and she couldn’t see the back of his head over the back, making her heart nearly stop in her chest. ‘He could be lying down,’ her brain tried to rationalize but the more paranoid part of her couldn’t help but think he was merely playing possum. Roger had done that before and it had ended disastrously for her. “Welcome home Mary,” came a deep, slurred voice from the couch, making her blood freeze in her veins.
    Then she was running, her vision turned into a tunnel; focused only on the door that was so very far away. Behind her, she heard Roger moving as he ran after her. Making a small, frightened noise, Marie tossed her pet ahead of her just as her boyfriend met her back and slammed her to the hard, carpeted floor. “Run Jasper!” she screamed at her cat, relieved to see the feline already scooting away to hide. Then she was being turned onto her back as her wrists were pinned above her head by a large, rough hand.
    “You don’t sound happy to see me,” the man above her sighed, the smell of beer hitting her nose like a punch. Roger used to be in the military and was built like a linebacker. He was rather tall, thickly muscled, had long, brown hair that was tied in a messy ponytail and thick stubble on his cheeks. His hazel eyes bored into her gray orbs as he sneered down at the woman he pinned to the floor.
    Marie tried to swallow her heart as it beat in her throat. Her mind was a whirlwind of thought as she desperately tried to think her way out of this situation. Then her knee was coming up without her commanding it, nailing Roger square in the balls. He was releasing her wrists to cup his manhood, sliding off her as his face began to turn a shade of puce. Not stopping to assess the situation, the blonde was once again scrambling for her room; her purple nails just touching the cool metal of the knob when her suit clad shoulder was grabbed in an iron grip. “You’re gonna pay for that, you fucking bitch,” he snarled in a strained voice as he threw her into a wall across the room.
    Her back slammed into the plaster coated wall, knocking the breath out of her lungs and forcing her to sink to her knees. Her dirty blonde hair hung in her face as she desperately tried to draw breath. Roger waddled over to her while she was incapacitated and she looked up at him through her golden straw hair. The former general bent down to wrap his thick fingers around the pale column of her neck and picked her up to slam her against the wall. “You know, it was originally going be just some sex. Now, now I want you to suffer,” he hissed, holding Marie up against the wall as the young woman began to strangle.
    Her vision began to fade as she struggled for breath, then he was dropping her and the Psychologist began to gasp for breath. All that filled her mind was a need to escape, a need to fight! Her eyes shifted to Roger who was once again bending toward her, a deep scowl on his face. When his face was mere inches from hers, she jolted forward her head into his nose. He jolted his head back, blood flowing freely from his nose as he staggered backwards. “Fuggin’ bish,” he gurgled past the blood clogging his throat as he swayed in place.
    Not pausing to take in his words, Marie charged past him and made a final, mad dash for her bedroom. Her stormy eyes filled with tears as her heart thudded in her ears. ‘Please, please, please, please,’ was a frantic mantra in her mind as she seemed to approach her door through thick, cold molasses. Behind her, Roger was charging after her; a vicious look on his blood covered face. Once again, her fingertips touched the cool, round metal of the knob just before his meaty hand closed on her shoulder. It was a like a cruel joke and she let out a bitter laugh as he spun her to face him. Blood flowed freely from his busted nose and even colored his teeth as he snarled down at her. Then her world exploded into pain and black and white flashes as he punched her full in the face. “You fuggin’ tink ya ca’ geddaway wi....,” he began, trailing off as he staggered heavily.
    Then the huge mass of human muscle was sliding to his knees and finally collapsing onto his side as he lost consciousness. Cupping a hand over her injured and swelling eye, Marie fumbled behind herself for her door and let herself into her one sanctuary. Thankfully, as soon as the door was open, Jasper darted right inside and allowed her to shut and lock herself into the small room. Inputting a code in the wall, the half blind female watched as a metal door slid into place over the wooden one. She had gotten this put in soon after she had begun dating Roger, a fact that honestly disturbed her.
    Sighing, Marie went right for her bathroom and examined her eye. She knew Roger was going to kill her, she knew that but she still found herself much more afraid of what he would do when she broke up with him. He had several army buddies that worked in high profile criminal positions, people that knew how to be invisible and could easily harm her family. She would much rather the victim be her and had long since resigned herself to her fate. Sighing as she bent forward to examine her rather impressive shiner, the Psychologist prepared a cold compress. “This is just great, how the Hell am I gonna explain this to Dr. Crane,” she sighed woefully, taking her cold cloth and going to her bed.
    As the exhausted, frightened female laid on her back with the icy cloth on her left eye, Jasper crawled up from under the bed to curl up on her belly. As she allowed her purple nails to move through his oreo patterned fur, Marie allowed her mind to drift to tomorrow. She couldn’t very well take the day off and sending someone else to the mercurial doctor would be worse than just coming in. Wearing make-up or shades would also only upset him much worse and she released a ragged sigh. “Thanks so much Roger! This is just what I need on my first appointment with Joker,” she growled in a shaky voice, running her hand through her dark yellow hair.
    Sprawling on her back, Marie closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Tomorrow would be bad but at least it would be several months until she saw Roger’s face again. Whenever he went this nuclear, it would almost be a year until he dared to show his face to her. At least there was that much. Allowing herself to drift into sleep, the overly stressed female began to slip into a familiar nightmare. A nightmare that felt all too real. A nightmare about the night her first boyfriend had died. Whimpering in her sleep, Marie curled around her pet as she rode out a blood filled, confused haze.
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