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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: Set phasers on Joker style fluff Mr. Sulu! Also I sprained my wrist so all my fics got delayed once again. Yaaaay~

Science Fiction Double Feature (c) Richard O’Brien

Chapter Thirty: Keys to the Kingdom

    To her complete surprise, Joker pulled up at an abandoned theater. It looked like people had recently been there, only to have been chased away fairly recently. He even pulled up to the front of the theater, giving her a frightening grin as he got out of the car. Before she could unhook her seatbelt, he was there opening the door for her. “Come on babe, I picked out a movie just for us. Even booked the entire theater,” he cooed, bowing at his waist as he offered a gloved hand to her. Looking up at him with a stunned expression, Marie placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her out of the car. As soon as she was on her feet, he pressed her tightly against him; staring down at the swell of her belly between them. For just a second, the killer had an almost predatory expression on his painted face; his scars only accentuating the creepiness. Then he was turning and pulling her into the abandoned theater, the emptiness strangely eerie. Once inside, the eeriness only grew.
    Popcorn boxes and soda cups were spilled and scattered all over the floor. The concessions stand was in disarray, candy boxes, popcorn and soda everywhere. There were also splashes of blood on the floor, making her wonder just how many people were injured or killed when Joker’s men stormed in. That was when she noticed a faint, green vapor swirling in the air, only visible if you really looked. Just seeing it made her skin prickle and she fought against the instinct to hold her breath. Even if the vaccine didn’t work, the antidote definitely would. Still, that didn’t help the apprehension she felt as her lover led her to the abandoned concessions stand.
    As she watched he slid over the counter to the other side, picking up a discarded paper that the employees were forced to wear. Placing it on top of his lime green hair, he gave her a wide smile; his tongue flicking out to lick the long healed cuts on his cheeks. “What can I, uh, get ya,” he purred, his green eyes glimmering with inner humor. Deciding to play along despite her grim surroundings, Marie approached the counter with a friendly smile.
    “Can I get a large popcorn with butter and a box of Junior Mints please?” she asked as if she would to any other employee. The villain beamed at her before getting the goodies and sliding them across the counter to her.
    “You owe me one kiss beautiful,” he purred, leaning over the piece of cement separating them from eachother. Giggling, the former Psychologist leaned towards him as well; brushing her lips against his softly.
    “What will I have to pay for a ticket?” she teased, quirking a brow when they broke away from eachother. Then she was flouncing away as best she could with her pregnant belly, minding the shallow pools of blood as she headed to the theaters in the back. The tux wearing madman wasn’t far behind, cackling madly as he rapidly closed the distance. Then he was scooping her up into his arms, not losing stride despite her extra weight.
“Oof, you’ve been packing on a few pounds Bon Jovi,” he chided playfully as he carried her to a certain theater, getting a light smack for his remark.
    “Alright mister, you get pregnant next time and see how little weight you gain,” she replied, inwardly amused at the image of Joker with a baby bump.
    In fact her mind supplied a powder pink maternity dress and a serene look on his make-up coated face as he rested a hand on the growing dome. It was so vivid she had to bite her lower lip hard to keep in the laughter that now threatened to break free. The sour look her former patient gave her didn’t help and she soon lost the fight, descending into gales of laughter. This only made his frown deeper and therefore made her laugh harder, starting a vicious cycle until they were in the large, empty room. “I know exactly what’s going through your head at the moment and I don’t much like it doc,” he admonished, albeit in jest as he placed her in a seat somewhere in the middle aisle.
    Marie only grinned up at him, her sandy curls framing her face as her gray eyes glimmered. All her earlier apprehension had fled, turning into simple acceptance of what was happening. It had become apparent as soon as he had started joking around with her that this was meant as a twisted date. Sure enough, as soon as they settled, Joker took out a purple and green painted walkie; pressing a button to talk to someone on the other end. In a split second, a projector flickered to life; a brief countdown showing up before beginning credits began to roll. When music began to play and red lips appeared on a black background, it took everything within her not to squeal in delight. Although extremely strange was, ‘Rocky Horror Picture Show’ was one of her favorite movies.
    A fact that wasn’t lost on the criminal seated to her right. In fact, he was watching her closely; his hazel eyes shining with love as well as amusement. Then he began to sing along to the opening number, matching the pitch perfectly and making his lover look at him with utter shock. Just see her expression made the almost embarrassing falsetto worth performing. His natural singing voice was much lower but he found he had a rather impressive range, though he had never had occasion to use it outside of Highschool choir. To his delight, Marie began to sing along; their voices blending and filling the empty theater. “Michael Rennie was ill ‘The Day the Earth Stood Still’ but he told us where we stand,” he intoned, wrapping his arm around her when she leaned into him.
    “And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear. Claude Rains was ‘The Invisible Man’,” she sighed, allowing the fantasy he was trying to create to take over her senses.
    “Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong. They got caught in a celluloid jam,” belted the villain, hitting the notes perfectly as he held up a gloved hand dramatically.
    “Then at a deadly pace ‘It Came From Outer Space’ and this is how the message ran...,” the blonde in his arms returned, her voice shaky from barely held in laughter. She had never seen this side of the ‘Clown Prince’ before and she had to admit she liked it a lot.
    “Science fiction double feature,” he continued, charmed when she tuned in on the ‘Ooh ooh oohs’.
    “Doctor X will build a creature. See Androids fighting Brad and Janet. Anne Francis stars in ‘Forbidden Planet’,” he resumed, gesturing and making funny faces while his lover filled the spot of the background singers.
    “Wo oh oh oh oh oh,” they both crooned in unison.
    “At the late night, double feature, picture show,” they sang together, gazing into eachother’s eyes before launching into a full on musical number.
    “I knew Leo G. Carroll was over a barrel when ‘Tarantula’ took to the hills,” Joker declared, shooting to his feet and placing one of his feet on the back of the chair in front of him.
    “And I really got hot when I saw Janette Scott fight a Triffid that spits poison and kills,” Marie sighed, her voice sounding over dramatically aroused as she knelt as best she could to cling to the leg he was using to brace himself; looking up at him as if he held her entire world.
    “Dana Andrews said prunes gave him the runes and passing them used lots of skills,” Joker sang solemnly as he placed a leather covered hand on the top of her head and looked down at her.
    “‘But ‘When Worlds Collide’,’ said George Pal to his bride, ‘I'm gonna give you some terrible thrills like a...,’” Marie led in, barely able to keep from laughing at the ridiculousness of their behavior. Still, she couldn’t deny just how much fun she was having.
    Then she was getting to her feet, wrapping her arm around his waist as she pressed her cheek against his; not caring one bit for the greasepaint or scars. “Science fiction double feature,” he sang, his eyes fluttering closed as his own arm wrapped around her. Once again, the former rising star of Arkham found herself filling the part of the background singers.
    “Doctor X will build a creature. See Androids fighting Brad and Janet. Anne Francis stars in ‘Forbidden Planet’,” crooned his falsetto, a warm kiss landing on her cheek as his hand spread over her side.
    “Wo oh oh oh oh oh,” they sighed together, their lips meeting briefly before they separated to spread their arms wide open in unison. Their hands stayed linked in the middle and they were in perfect sync despite not always watching eachother.
    “At the late night, double feature, picture show,” they sang out, before he was twirling her despite the tightness of the aisle; bringing her back to him and bending her over with a flourish.
    “I wanna go - Oh oh oh oh,” he breathed, his voice still pitch perfect as he grinned down at her.
    “To the late night, double feature, picture show,” Marie breathed, love for this man swelling in her chest and making happy tears clog her throat. A few even escaped, slipping down her cheek.
    “By R.K.O. - Wo oh oh oh,” he whispered, pulling off one of his gloves to wipe away the moisture; slight concern in his green-brown orbs.
    “To the late night, double feature, picture show,” she repeated, capturing his hand with hers as she gave him a reassuring smile.
    “In the back row - Oh oh oh oh,” Jack sang in an almost teasing manner, tugging off his other glove with his teeth before placing said hand on her other cheek.
    “To the late night, double feature, picture show,” finished the pregnant female, placing a kiss on his lips that was met by blistering fervor. Then he was breaking the embrace with marked reluctance, gesturing she should sit down; waiting until she did to take his own seat.
    The rest of the film passed like that, the duo participating in the traditional commentary that usually happened at a showing of this film. The only difference was, they sang along to the songs with abandon; especially ‘Sweet Transvestite.’ Joker’s imitation of Curry as Dr. Frankenfurter came very closely to sending her into fits of laughter. The thought of the vicious male in drag alone was enough to humor her. He even went so far as to mimic the actor’s motions, mimicking his voice eerily well. It was if the man could switch to anything that suited him, a notion that really didn’t surprise her.
    By the end of the movie, she had almost forgotten the about what had happened to give them this night. As the credits rolled, the purple clad man got to his feet once again, offering her his arm and leading her out of the building as soon as she had given him her hand. He led her to the car and drove off to their next destination, holding one of her hands in his despite the high speeds he drove at. In fact, he seemed to relish the added danger; his grin extended by the long healed slices in his cheeks. In this moment, he looked every bit like the Chesire cat from Alice in Wonderland. Yet she wasn’t afraid, only curious why he had gone to so much trouble and where they were going now.
    They certainly weren’t heading back to the warehouse, instead going deeper into the city on the strangely empty roads. It was like whatever Joker had done today had driven all of Gotham inside. With a loud cackle that chilled her blood, he released her hand; giving her a wild look before rolling down his window and sticking his entire upper half outside. Gasping, Marie grabbed the leather covered wheel to steer for him as they continued to blast down the road at full speed. Instead of being concerned, he rested his elbows on the top and bottom of the window just as a downpour started. Tipping his head up into the pelting rain, the madman seeming to relax.
    Her heart beating, Marie found herself laughing as well; adrenaline coursing through her veins as she made sure they followed the curves of the street. “We’re coming on a straightaway. Come join me Bon Jovi,” he bellowed, his voice muffled and distorted by the wind and precipitation. To her horror, she found herself actually considering it. Even Spade was encouraging her from the back of her head and she found herself releasing a slow breath as she let go of the steering wheel. Telling herself that this was nuts over and over again, she rolled down her own window rapidly and shoved herself out of it up to the upper half of her torso.
    All at once, she found herself in an almost entirely different world; the city whipping by in a blur of greys and traffic lights as sound became a strange thing. Cold rain pelted her pale skin sharply but she only felt more exhilarated, allowing her own eyes to close as the roar of air filled her senses. When she opened them again, she saw their car was barreling toward a curve. Instead of being afraid, she began to cackle; sounding like an echo of the psychotic male she had fallen in love with. Across from her, said villain was chiming in with his own laugh; tipping his head back and almost seeming to welcome death. Then, at the last second, they were both pulling back into the car in unison; Joker taking the wheel and turning with no time to spare.
    In fact their rear bumper scraped against the building that was past the sidewalk, they had taken the turn so wide. The pair only continued to howl in mad laughter, their hearts racing with the knowledge they were still alive. Though their eyes were still fixed on the road ahead, their hands found eachother and clasped; their mirth slowly dying as they continued to drive. All too soon, he was slowing down to pull into a parking lot; swinging his car into a spot before flinging himself out of the vehicle. Just like before, he was offering an arm to her; holding a walkie to his lips and saying a quiet command.
    As her hand met the material covering his left arm, the lights in the courtyard came on to reveal he had take her to one of Gotham’s hot spots. It was a grand, towering building with a glass dome on top that housed a restaurant. It was simply called the ‘Eye of Gotham’ and it was nearly impossible to get a reservation here unless you were as rich as Bruce Wayne. The fact that he had chosen this place made her go briefly speechless as her chest tightened with happy tears. “I only wanted ya to have the, uh, very best tonight,” he murmured, bending down to kiss her now rosy cheek before leading her inside. To her surprise, instead of henchmen, there were actual staff from the restaurant. A maitre’d even came to lead them to their seats, not looking the least bit nervous despite being under extreme duress.
    Deciding she didn’t want to know what he had done to arrange this, she simply went with the flow and sat at the table they had been escorted to. They were given menus as well as a glass of soda for her and some wine for Joker. Giving her a warm, hungry look that made pleasant tingles fill her lower body, the infamous male across from her toasted to the health of her and her child before taking a drink. Taking a drink of her Sprite, Marie found herself feeling very comfortable but still extremely curious about just why he was doing all of this. “Not that this isn’t nice but... why?’ she asked timidly, almost afraid of how he would respond to her questioning him. To her relief, he only quirked a brow before tittering in amusement.
    “You mean you don’t know?” he asked, his tongue flicking out to habitually lick his scars.
    “I wouldn’t have asked if I did,” she responded sassily, smiling when he laughed.
    “Well, I’m afraid you’ll have ta wait until we have our dessert lil lady! I don’t want to spoil a perfectly good surprise,” cooed her companion just as the waiter brought them their food.
    Marie dug in with gusto, not having much more than what they could steal since she had moved in. The steak she had ordered tasted like heaven and quickly made her forget what questions she had. The criminal across from her only snickered at her enthusiasm before cutting into his own steak. Soon dinner was finished, their plates removed for a domed dessert that was set in the middle of the table. “I hope ya don’t mind that I ordered ahead. I had something specific in mind,” Joker rumbled, his eyes hooded as he rested his chin on his folded hands.
    “Happy birthday by the way,” he continued, whipping off the dome to reveal a german chocolate cake. Perched on top of the chocolate, coconut frosting was a gorgeous ring that looked hand crafted. The silver was rough and bumpy in some spots and perched on top was a very rough cut emerald. Spades interlaced with stylized Js circled the band and it was clear a lot of love had gone into the making of this.
    A clearing throat drew her attention to her right and she gasped as she saw Joker down on one knee, reaching for her as he smiled up at her. As she turned, his hands met her left hand and pulled it forward as she tried to gather her wits. Right now, it looked like he had every intention of... “Marie Jovian, I know I can’t offer you much. Probably an early death for both you and our child but I just can’t imagine myself without you. I want something that tells everyone you’re taken, even if we can’t ever get legally married,” he whispered, a strangely vulnerable expression in his eyes as his grin slowly faded.
    “Oh Jack, of course,” she breathed, launching herself at him as she took his lipstick coated lips in a heated kiss. The clown only growled possessively, getting to his feet to prise the ring from the cake. As she watched he licked the frosting off before slipping it on her right ring finger, as if they were married already.
    “Come on babe, let’s get outta here and have some fun,” he husked, leading her to the elevators that would take them downstairs and out of the building.
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