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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: Last chapter was a lot of fun and kinda helped me reconnect a bit with the two of them. I’ll be sad to say goodbye when this is all over.

Chapter Thirty-One: Let’s Paint This City Red

    Marie sat beside Joker on a steel beam of a skyscraper in construction, staring out on the quiet city as an icy wind blew around them. The villain had long ago given her his tux coat, growing displeased when she began to shake from the temperature. His right hand was slung around her back to rest on her upper arm, holding her close against him as their feet dangled in empty air. Bare fingers hand found their way under the coat over her shoulders, rubbing slowly as they watched for any signs of life. It was both peaceful and surreal. Seeing such a busy city so empty was very haunting. “This entire city is ours for the taking babe. Thousands of sheep have been just waiting for someone to lead them in the, uh, right direction,” he cooed, his head turning ever so slightly as he grinned at her.
    Reaching up to cup his cheek, she found her fingertips tracing the scar there and pulled her hand away as if burned; inwardly berating herself for touching it without permission. She didn’t get too far before he was capturing her hand in his, pulling the appendage back to where it had been. “Never be afraid to touch me Bon Jovi. You’re one of the few I don’t mind in my personal bubble,” he assured, clear want in his green eyes as he slowly let go of her. Licking her lips, the former doctor allowed her fingers to explore his damaged flesh. It was surprisingly soft, the edges of the healed wound feeling strange but not unpleasant. The killer leaned into her hand, letting out a content sigh as he briefly closed his burning eyes.
    “I never thought I could fall in love. Years of feeling nothing tends ta do that to a person. If a few things had gone differently, ya coulda ended up like... I don’t like thinking about it now. Having you the way you are now is much more preferable to what I originally had in mind. With you by my side, we can have Gotham at our knees,” he announced, his eyes opening as he gave her a chilling grin. Then he was getting to his feet, uncaring that one slip could send him to his death as he walked to a support beam.
    Marie only watched, tilting her head curiously as he fumbled around with something stored in a hollow facing the interior of the building. Then he was pulling free a long, sheathed katana; walking back towards her with it held out in front of him like a tightrope walker. Confused at first, she remembered him hinting at something like this when he first gave her the balisong he had made for her. Sure enough, he was kneeling in front of her as best he could on the metal bar below them and presenting it to her like a knight would a King; the blade sitting horizontally in his palms as he held it up to her.
    Like the butterfly knife, it’s sheath was a deep purple; a little silver spade near the bottom. The hilt of the weapon was wrapped in green cloth and she carefully pulled the katana free to examine the blade. It was highly polished and masterfully crafted, just like the previous weapon he had given her. It was clear from the two blades that he was much more used to making weaponry than jewelry. Comparing the craftsmanship, it almost looked like the ring had been made by a different person. Lifting her new weapon carefully, she was a bit surprised to find it perfectly balanced. “You should name it. Its kinda a, uh, tradition,” urged her partner, shifting to sit by her as he stared out at the sleeping city.
    Smiling slightly, she put it back in its sheath as a thoughtful expression came over her pale face. What on Earth did one name an inanimate sword? Then something came to her and she smiled even wider. “I think I’ll call it ‘Retribution’,” she replied, tying it to her belt loop before looking out at Gotham as well.
    “I like it! Heh, won’t be much longer before you can join me again and I have something special planned for that day. Things have been going so well lately, ol Batsy hardly knows which way to turn or who to save. On top of that, all of Gotham is slowly becoming like how they should be,” he husked, gesturing to the darkened buildings below them and in the distance. It was like looking at an endless expanse of humanity.
    “Darkness lurks in every single one of them. They’re just too stupid, too scared to admit it. They all think they’re above people like you and me when they are on the same level inside. Just one bad day can cause a normal business man to turn his gun on people he had called his colleagues and friends. One misspoken word can make a man kill an entire town brutally and eat their corpses. It doesn’t take something special or broken. Fact is, violence is a part of human nature and all it takes is a few tweaks to let it loose,” Joker murmured, a hard wind blowing his green curls into his face as his ruby lips pulled into a disgusted sneer.
    Pursing her own lips, the ex-Psychologist pondered on his words. They held a certain truth and she agreed with them to some degree. “Darkness is part of every human but so is light. There are some good people out there. They may be rare but they exist. People who genuinely want to help others as well as follow the law. People who never want to harm anyone,” she whispered, thinking of her mother, sister and nieces. While she had never felt any love for humanity, or at least very little, her family was an average family. If they lived in Gotham, she would be worried about them. This made her think of her adopted Uncle, Dave Mickleson. With everything going on, he was bound to be taking precautions but he was unlikely to leave until he found her.
    Dave had always looked after her and her mother after the incident with her father. Sometimes, it even seemed like he saw her as his own daughter. She wondered if he would understand her decision, if he would defend her in the end. As much as she wanted to contact him to let him know she was alright and happier than she had ever been, she didn’t want to risk him using to forces of Gotham’s police department to hunt down her and her family. If he did that, she would have to kill him and she wanted to avoid that if at all possible. If she had his blood on her hands, she was pretty sure she would go insane.
    A hand on her arm brought her back to the here and now and she gave the villain a shameful smile. To her surprise, he looked more understanding than enraged. “I know but I’m just tired of everyone denying that part of themselves. On top of that, these people needed a bit of excitement in their mundane lives,” he stated getting to his feet and brushing himself off. Then he was scooping her into his arms, grabbing a rope attached to a grappling hook before rappelling back down to street level. He was easily able to hold her in one arm despite her extra weight, keeping her secure against him as they made their way down several stories.
    “Just do me one favor and keep all of the, uh, dangerous stuff between us? Craney and that other personality of his would have my hide and string it up to dry as a trophy,” he asked in a serious tone; never loosening his hold on her for a second.
    “Yeah, Scarecrow alone would cut your balls off for ear rings. Also, he’s more than another personality and you know that. He’s... something else entirely. I’ve dealt with split personalities before and he isn’t that. He acts like nothing I’ve seen before, to be honest,” she whispered, burying her face in his jacket to keep from seeing just how far of a fall she would have if he just so happened to drop her.
    “That thing... I should have known you would have figured it out. You were such a great Psychologist. You actually cared about us, wanted to make us better. You even insisted they give me my make-up back, something only Harley did before you,” he murmured as they continued ever down.
    “Do you know just what he is?” she asked, not really sure she wanted the answer even if he knew it.
    “I don’t even think Crane knows for sure. Ever since he found the original mask under his house, they’ve been inseparable,” Joker breathed, falling into silence as they descended the last few feet to the pavement below.
    Yet when his shoes hit the gritty sidewalk, he didn’t let her down. Instead he dropped the rope in favor of a more secure hold on her. Then he was heading to the car, setting her inside before sliding across the hood to his side of the car. Opening the door, he flung himself inside and started the engine; pulling into the street as he drove back to the warehouse they were currently holed up in. “We’re gonna have to move again soon, while we still can. Crane won’t be happy about it with you so close to your due date but he’ll be much more accommodating than if you were in your eighth or ninth month. We’ll have to find somewhere that we won’t be found for a long while,” he informed her, heading down the empty road.
    “We could move in with Selena and Ivy for a bit,” Marie pointed out, placing a hand on her ever growing dome. He only gave her an incredulous glance before his expression became thoughtful.
    “That might not be that bad of an idea,” the murderer mumbled, almost to himself as he returned his focus to the front.
    All too soon, they were pulling into a hidden garage; the clown putting the car in park before giving her an assessing glance. “How ya feeling? Any body aches? Nausea? Sore throat?” he asked urgently, his eyes moving over her before locking on hers.
    “Nope, feel just as healthy as I did when we left,” she replied, waiting for him to open the door. With the way he had acted so far tonight, she knew he would react badly to her trying to open her own door.
    Sure enough, he was there before she could even move to unbuckle her seatbelt; pulling her out of the vehicle and sweeping her into his arms. “I’ll have to give Miss Kitty a call and see what she thinks of your idea, not that I think she would protest too much. She seems to like you,” he murmured, his eyes moving up as she became aware of the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps. Just as she looked up to see what was going on, Jonathan appeared in the door leading to the rest of the building.
    “I’m fine Jonathan!” Marie called before he could begin the barrage of questions, watching with resignation as he moved toward them at a fast clip. This made Joker go stiff as he released an irritated sound.
    “You would think you were his fuckin’ wife,” he snarled, a muscle ticking in his paint coated cheek.
    “Shhh, I’m literally the only person his other half won’t kill outright. Let alone the fact he trusts me with his life. He just wants to make sure I’m okay,” she assured as the chemist closed distance rapidly. Then he was taking her from her lover to examine her for himself, ignoring the other man as he palmed his throwing knives.
    Bony but gentle hands traveled over her clothed form, stopping on her pregnant belly for a brief moment. Then a satisfied expression passed over his gaunt visage and he placed a kiss on her forehead. As he pulled away, his blue eyes travelled to her right hand; lingering on her ring finger. Lifting said hand, an expression full of excruciating pain passed over his pale face. “Jonathan...,” she whispered, her heart aching for him as she reached up to cup his face with her other hand. Her lover, who was still watching, ground his teeth as he fought against his intense jealousy. If it had been anyone else, he would have killed the man before proceeding to beat the woman mercilessly.
    Oblivious to the danger, Marie kissed her former patient’s lips lightly before looking him in the eyes and petting his dark hair. “You both are always going to be important to me,” she assured, turning to look at the villain behind her and reaching out for him. Sighing and rolling his eyes, he walked forward to take the offered limb; kissing her palm.
    “We’ll get to stay with you?” came an inhuman sounding voice, making Marie snap her attention back to the man holding her. When black eyes greeted her, she came very close to gasping and instinctually flinching away. Despite the fact it had been long established that the entity inhabiting Jonathan meant her no harm, she would probably always feel a soul deep fear and disgust for the creature. There was just something about its very nature that made certain things inside her reject his presence.
    “No shit straw brain. If I boot you two out, Bon Jovi would never forgive me,” Joker replied glibly, not seeming to experience the same inner repulsion she did. To be honest, she was jealous of him for that. She didn’t like feeling afraid of or disgusted by a dear friend and she felt a stabbing guilt every time it happened.
    “You’re just lucky she chose you laughing boy,” Crane snarled, in control briefly before Scarecrow was back in the forefront. The thing narrowed his borrowed eyes before proceeding to carry Marie into the warehouse. The tux clad villain followed closely, rage slowly simmering inside him as he tried to focus on anything but the fact that another man’s hands were on what was his.
    The sandy haired femme, who was caught in the middle of a silent turf war, only shook her head as her lips quirked in amusement. The two of them were acting like two kids fighting over a favorite toy and she had to fight hard to shake off the visual that caused. If she focused on it, she was sure to start laughing and that wouldn’t be received well. Instead, she tried to focus on the being using her patient’s body to carry her. His bottomless eyes moved to look at her and his lips twitched into a very bad try at a smile. “You enjoyed your night and so did your little one,” Scarecrow murmured, using Crane’s vocabulary to help his own speech.
    “Very much so. It was a welcome break to being stuck here until I give birth. Also, we might be moving in with Selena and Ivy,” Marie sighed, giggling at the horrified look that crossed her friend’s face.
    Soon they were upstairs, Joker impatiently snatching her from Crane when the door closed. “Guys please,” she pleaded, struggling out of her lover’s holding place herself between the fuming men. Scarecrow hissed before holding his head in pain as the body’s owner tried to force his way to the front. The purple clad clown snarled in response, tensing to attack and filling the heavily pregnant woman with dread.
    “Stop it!” she screamed, making both of them freeze in place when they heard the distress in her tone. Panting slightly, she placed both hands on her large belly as her unborn child kicked violently from the disturbance.
    “Enough okay? Please... You three are my only family right now besides this child, I really don’t need you killing eachother,” the shaking female whispered, her hands moving over her dome as she tried to soothe the unborn baby.
    Suddenly there were a pair of hand joining hers and she was shocked to look down and see Jack looking up at her with a complacent expression. “You’re right, we shouldn’t be stressing you out in your condition. Go lay down, Crane can give Meow Mix a call,” the ‘Clown Prince’ suggested, giving Crane a glare before going into the bathroom. Growling, the dual male turned to face her before Jonathan came back into control again.
    “He’s right, I’ll be downstairs if you need me,” the thin chemist sighed, moving a bony hand through his black hair; drawing her attention to the fact that the hair at his temples was graying. Then he was leaving, the door shutting just as the faucet in the attached bathroom came to life.
    Sighing at how such a nice night was ending on such a sour note, Marie got out of her black shirt and maternity jeans. She was looking around in a drawer for some pajamas when she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Fingers played with her sensitive nipples and drew a groan from her as lust began to wash through her in waves. That was when she felt her milk spill free, dribbling over Jack’s hand as her body flushed with embarrassment. Letting out a noise, the killer behind her pulled back his hand and she became aware of a wet sound coming from that direction.
    Next thing she knew, she was on her back on the bed; her lover looking at her with a feral expression. Naked lips and a hot mouth enveloped the nipple he had been playing with earlier, taking hard draws as milk began to flow. It was like electricity was being pumped straight into her womb, her body arching into the air as low moans left her. Her hands scrabbled at his naked back as he continued to suckle at her, creating what felt like a swirling vortex of pleasure in her occupied womb. Suddenly, she was exploding violently; a scream of his name burst from her as he released her flesh to give her a rather incredulous look. That look quickly turned into one of sheer evil and he was moving to her other breast and beginning to suckle as she moaned desperately. She was in for a very long night.
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